Post by Percival on Nov 22, 2004 11:40:55 GMT
IC
And seeing that Ore was tired and he had nothing left to give of himself for the Island, Anah reached down from the heavens, opened the roof of Ore's cave, and wrapped her arms around his tired, battered body. A great light over took the cave and he was made whole again. The Silver Dragon, who gave all he had to help others find a way off the cursed island of Fredian, fell into a gentle sleep. The loneliness and solitude that were his life of this once great crafter faded from memory as the statue of his mother came to life. His mother leaned over the cradled and sleeping dragon, gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Fear not my child, you have not failed us." she whispers softly "We could ask no more of anyone then we took from you."
The hole in cave roof above the Great Hall began to glow, and the Mother Dragon assenced in to the heavens. As she departed, the out stretched arms of Anah began to retract, pulling Ore into the heavens.
Suddenly, and without warning the arms of Anah stopped. Ore awoke startled, and dazed.
"I won't leave." he cried in a fierce determined voice.
"Dont worry my child" Anah's voice gently entered his mind. "When the time is right, I will come for them too"
"Them?" Ore asked confused
Anah did not answer, there was no need. No sooner had he spoke the words, then there before him stood visions of three ladies. The three women Ore had loved and never let know..... Hannah, Mala and Ambika. They waved goodbye as Ore fell back into his peaceful slumber. The arms began to pull back toward the heavens.
The children of Ore, whom he thought he adopted gathered around the great hall. They joined hands together and bowed there heads in prayer to Anah for her mercy on the torment soul.
"Thank you Mother, our work here is done" they said. And in unison they rose gently up, there bodies becoming pure light as they assended. All but one.
Budo looked angrily at Diamond, Jewel, Gem, Anah, and Stave as they assended into the sky.
"It most certainly is not" she screamed in anger. Budo began running around the cave gathering all manner of items from the chests full of items that Ore had crafted. She assembled them in the center of the room in ornate manners. Her hands becan moving furiously with incantations and the items arose each in turn and exploded leaving behind a gem in its place. Budo gathered up the gems. Carrying them to the enterance her anger became sadness, her resolve became tears.
Budo placed the gems at the enterance to the cave. Her tears almost choking her incatation, she slowly began her last act as a mortal.
"One of our servants may be dead, but that does not mean you won." Budo said defiantly. She waved her hands and the gems each began to drain her life force. As the last essence of Budo existance was sucked into the Gems, with her last breathe she screamed, "Just try and come in here now you bastards"
With a resounding thunder the gems exploded forming a great barrier across the enterance. A barrier that to this day prevents all but those who are pure of heart from entering.
OOC
It is with great appreciation and thanks and more then a little sadness that I am announcing my departure from the world of Fredian. Not just Ore, but all my characters. Fredians greatest attractions to me have now all but disappeared. The crafting system is the best one I have seen, and the DMs are fair and honest. Makz has been a great dev/world leader, but I fear there is little room left for Ore and his supporting cast.
With the announcement that crafting wont change, I fear the Carralus Situation is intolerable. Having spent 60 of the last 72 hours on the server, begging, borrowing, dealing and attempting to kill carl, it has become clear that it will take years to approach the desired goal of master of crafts. In 60 hours I was able to obtain 6 carralus parts. Now I know there are uber characters that can take him out with cheat tactics like the old log and relog to regain spells, but Ore has tried to stay above board in his quest in an effort to feel like I earned my place. To me the server feels like it has been reduced to a land that caters to the UBER builder. I watch while Drow RDD (wouldn't that make you a 1/2 drow thus getting no Subrace bonuses) ubers and Half-Celestial Palemaster (Ok, the good now worship the dead) florish and the true heart of the server, the normal characters cant even scratch the monsters in the desert mazes, or the ones needed to craft items.
Makz needs to do what he feels is best for the server, and you will not here me say that he has been anything but the best DEV/Game Master I have ever had the pleasure to be allowed to play on the server of. However his reactions to the UBER characters, have made the world one where Ore is of little use. It took me 14 months to become the original master of all crafts. In the last 2 months since arrows changed, that it took me to get from halfway in arrows to the point I could make corralus, I have watched at least 5 other characters benefit from the easing up of material availability in crafts I had already perfected, to get to the level I am. Stuff I had to spend weeks gathering enough of to attempt using is now available in stores. While the one thing I need is made impossible.
Characters uber up and walk through west styne unchecked with weapons drawn. Pushing everyone around. The subraces are not used for Role Play or to enchance a character, they are used as a space saver for a ring or in the case of drow, spell immunity. Half the drow on the server dont even know they cant be out in sunlight, the other half dont care. I watch in frustration as groups of 3 or 4 ubers walk around killing NPCs, and laughing about it at the campfire knowing the knights are corrupt and wont do a thing about it.
The few true players of the game left on the server are DMs now (I think all the DM choices were great ones) or a few who are fighting desperately to take back the server from the ubers and are being slapped down for it, by both the Ubers and the Management.
Quests are all but gone, in favor of a UBER tournament. Those few that exist are UBER oriented, and make RP almost impossible as everyone is to busy drueling over what they gonna get at the end of it.
If Makz has decided to make this just another Uber Server, I will wish him the best of luck, and will sit here in my Fredian Tee-Shirt, Baseball Cap, drinking from my Fredian Coffee mug, while moving my mouse around on my Fredian Mouse pad, remembering what a great time it was
As for the Christmas Carralus Fundraiser, a grand total of ZERO were donated. However, in honor of the great times that were here and have now past. I will donate the $ 50.00 to the server to help cover the cost of the many many months I spent behind an Anvil, and mining ore, getting CTS from repeat mouse clicking, and thinking how much better does life get.
Makz - Best of luck and a speedy recovery from Bells. Dont take it personally, 16 months is a long time on a single server, and sooner or later there was bound to be a point where we could no longer see eye to eye. I do ask for one favor upon my departure. Place a script on my cave so that anyone of non good alignment who attempts to enter is smited to death upon entry, so that only those who hold true to the ideals that were once the peaceful town of styne may enter and use my forge.
Mitz - I am praying for your mom's best interests, I went through that, and I know it is the toughest thing in the world to watch, and beable to do nothing about.
Truth - Hold her tight and be there, you have been one of the few bright lights of late in an ever darkening tunnel of dispare
The Rest of the Gang - It has been fun, some I will remember, some I will forget, some I will curse, some I will bless, but all of you I will miss.
And seeing that Ore was tired and he had nothing left to give of himself for the Island, Anah reached down from the heavens, opened the roof of Ore's cave, and wrapped her arms around his tired, battered body. A great light over took the cave and he was made whole again. The Silver Dragon, who gave all he had to help others find a way off the cursed island of Fredian, fell into a gentle sleep. The loneliness and solitude that were his life of this once great crafter faded from memory as the statue of his mother came to life. His mother leaned over the cradled and sleeping dragon, gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Fear not my child, you have not failed us." she whispers softly "We could ask no more of anyone then we took from you."
The hole in cave roof above the Great Hall began to glow, and the Mother Dragon assenced in to the heavens. As she departed, the out stretched arms of Anah began to retract, pulling Ore into the heavens.
Suddenly, and without warning the arms of Anah stopped. Ore awoke startled, and dazed.
"I won't leave." he cried in a fierce determined voice.
"Dont worry my child" Anah's voice gently entered his mind. "When the time is right, I will come for them too"
"Them?" Ore asked confused
Anah did not answer, there was no need. No sooner had he spoke the words, then there before him stood visions of three ladies. The three women Ore had loved and never let know..... Hannah, Mala and Ambika. They waved goodbye as Ore fell back into his peaceful slumber. The arms began to pull back toward the heavens.
The children of Ore, whom he thought he adopted gathered around the great hall. They joined hands together and bowed there heads in prayer to Anah for her mercy on the torment soul.
"Thank you Mother, our work here is done" they said. And in unison they rose gently up, there bodies becoming pure light as they assended. All but one.
Budo looked angrily at Diamond, Jewel, Gem, Anah, and Stave as they assended into the sky.
"It most certainly is not" she screamed in anger. Budo began running around the cave gathering all manner of items from the chests full of items that Ore had crafted. She assembled them in the center of the room in ornate manners. Her hands becan moving furiously with incantations and the items arose each in turn and exploded leaving behind a gem in its place. Budo gathered up the gems. Carrying them to the enterance her anger became sadness, her resolve became tears.
Budo placed the gems at the enterance to the cave. Her tears almost choking her incatation, she slowly began her last act as a mortal.
"One of our servants may be dead, but that does not mean you won." Budo said defiantly. She waved her hands and the gems each began to drain her life force. As the last essence of Budo existance was sucked into the Gems, with her last breathe she screamed, "Just try and come in here now you bastards"
With a resounding thunder the gems exploded forming a great barrier across the enterance. A barrier that to this day prevents all but those who are pure of heart from entering.
OOC
It is with great appreciation and thanks and more then a little sadness that I am announcing my departure from the world of Fredian. Not just Ore, but all my characters. Fredians greatest attractions to me have now all but disappeared. The crafting system is the best one I have seen, and the DMs are fair and honest. Makz has been a great dev/world leader, but I fear there is little room left for Ore and his supporting cast.
With the announcement that crafting wont change, I fear the Carralus Situation is intolerable. Having spent 60 of the last 72 hours on the server, begging, borrowing, dealing and attempting to kill carl, it has become clear that it will take years to approach the desired goal of master of crafts. In 60 hours I was able to obtain 6 carralus parts. Now I know there are uber characters that can take him out with cheat tactics like the old log and relog to regain spells, but Ore has tried to stay above board in his quest in an effort to feel like I earned my place. To me the server feels like it has been reduced to a land that caters to the UBER builder. I watch while Drow RDD (wouldn't that make you a 1/2 drow thus getting no Subrace bonuses) ubers and Half-Celestial Palemaster (Ok, the good now worship the dead) florish and the true heart of the server, the normal characters cant even scratch the monsters in the desert mazes, or the ones needed to craft items.
Makz needs to do what he feels is best for the server, and you will not here me say that he has been anything but the best DEV/Game Master I have ever had the pleasure to be allowed to play on the server of. However his reactions to the UBER characters, have made the world one where Ore is of little use. It took me 14 months to become the original master of all crafts. In the last 2 months since arrows changed, that it took me to get from halfway in arrows to the point I could make corralus, I have watched at least 5 other characters benefit from the easing up of material availability in crafts I had already perfected, to get to the level I am. Stuff I had to spend weeks gathering enough of to attempt using is now available in stores. While the one thing I need is made impossible.
Characters uber up and walk through west styne unchecked with weapons drawn. Pushing everyone around. The subraces are not used for Role Play or to enchance a character, they are used as a space saver for a ring or in the case of drow, spell immunity. Half the drow on the server dont even know they cant be out in sunlight, the other half dont care. I watch in frustration as groups of 3 or 4 ubers walk around killing NPCs, and laughing about it at the campfire knowing the knights are corrupt and wont do a thing about it.
The few true players of the game left on the server are DMs now (I think all the DM choices were great ones) or a few who are fighting desperately to take back the server from the ubers and are being slapped down for it, by both the Ubers and the Management.
Quests are all but gone, in favor of a UBER tournament. Those few that exist are UBER oriented, and make RP almost impossible as everyone is to busy drueling over what they gonna get at the end of it.
If Makz has decided to make this just another Uber Server, I will wish him the best of luck, and will sit here in my Fredian Tee-Shirt, Baseball Cap, drinking from my Fredian Coffee mug, while moving my mouse around on my Fredian Mouse pad, remembering what a great time it was
As for the Christmas Carralus Fundraiser, a grand total of ZERO were donated. However, in honor of the great times that were here and have now past. I will donate the $ 50.00 to the server to help cover the cost of the many many months I spent behind an Anvil, and mining ore, getting CTS from repeat mouse clicking, and thinking how much better does life get.
Makz - Best of luck and a speedy recovery from Bells. Dont take it personally, 16 months is a long time on a single server, and sooner or later there was bound to be a point where we could no longer see eye to eye. I do ask for one favor upon my departure. Place a script on my cave so that anyone of non good alignment who attempts to enter is smited to death upon entry, so that only those who hold true to the ideals that were once the peaceful town of styne may enter and use my forge.
Mitz - I am praying for your mom's best interests, I went through that, and I know it is the toughest thing in the world to watch, and beable to do nothing about.
Truth - Hold her tight and be there, you have been one of the few bright lights of late in an ever darkening tunnel of dispare
The Rest of the Gang - It has been fun, some I will remember, some I will forget, some I will curse, some I will bless, but all of you I will miss.
One way..... or the other hehehe.
