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Complaint Department / The Extinction of a Race
« on: August 01, 2011, 02:50:23 pm »
No warnings. No heads-up.

I had to hear it from random players on the IRC and in the game - Then go about asking Talad himself if these rumors on the possible removal of the Diaboli race was true.

Quote from: Talad on August 01, 2011, 05:23:22 am
Hi,
we are going to remove the Diaboli as a playable race, we will post more information on it as soon as we are ready for it. The reason is mainly practical coming from the fact we are not going to develop the model for Diaboli anytime soon, we prefer to complete the others we have, and focus on less but higher quality models. Also the diaboli looks very similar to the Ynnwn race, so the change will not be a big one. We will provide more background in the next weeks depending on how fast we proceed with the removal.

Cheers,
  Luca.


First of all, I am not happy.

From my perspective as a Player, a role player, whether the Diaboli get their model sooner or later doesn't concern me. I don't mind role playing my Diaboli with a Ynnwn's model! Myself and many other Players have been doing so since the beginning!

If you want to focus on less but higher quality models - then why do you have two different races of dwarves? Why not remove one of those? The Diaboli are similar to the Ynnwn because the Ynnwn is their mixed offspring! How will there be a Ynnwn race without the Diaboli counterpart? If anything, the lore will only have to be changed more.

"so the change will not be a big one"

Those words erked me the most. Talad, I have not once seen you role play within your own community. I haven't been around that long, but in my time on Planeshift, I have only seen you in game OOCly. With that said, what makes you think that the removal of an entire race will leave no impact on the Players' role plays and characters? It will leave a HUGE impact for those players who built role plays up around the Diaboli race - Hell, they don't even have to be the one with the race at stake: merely role playing with them will have left an impression.

Yes, I unprofessionally went about posting this on the forums for all to see, and
Yes, I am not competent nor do I have the patience to learn how to model and animate,

But I am not going to keep silent when the race - the character - I put equal time and effort in to "creating" and "animating" is just going to up and be removed/changed. If this happens, my character will be gone. If this happens, I will be gone.

Talad, I apologize, but your decision is stupid.

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Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) / Dwarves Mean Business
« on: January 20, 2011, 10:18:05 pm »
    The rain pounded down on the Eastern Hydlaan jailhouse as a storm rolled through the city. A guard was slouched over a shining short sword that had yet to see combat, his hands running a whetstone over the blade as smoothly as a maulbernaut with a peg leg charged after its prey.
    In the southern-most cell, a menki sat on a wooden stool that creaked with every small wiggle and wobble he gave as he tried to find a comfortable position. Finally settling with his back against the stone wall of his cell, rear hanging off of the stool with his legs crossed, he took the time to look around at the other jailbirds;
    The northern cell, farthest from him, contained a Xacha the night guard liked to call ‘Creak’. The Xacha earned the name from his constant rocking back and forth; making the sounds a rusted door hinge would if left unattended for many cycles. The cell next to the Xacha was normally occupied, but not for long. No... That cell contained whichever poor soul was tossed into it; left to bear Creak’s ear piercing wails for so long before they found a means to end their lives. It was a sad sight…those men bashing themselves into their cell walls, trying to break through and escape the nightmare that was Creak.
    In the eastern cell - the one next to the menki’s - sat a newcomer; a large, bruised up Ynnwn. Each breath the hulking figure took was racked with pain. Welts covered his head and forearms - one eye swollen shut - while a rash of some sort flecked his skin. At close glance, one could almost make out the shape of a spoon on the man’s cheek!        
    Containing a giggle, the menki placed both hands firmly on the bottom of his seat, and with one long pull of his legs, dragged both stool and rear forward with a high pitched screech until he was up against the bars of his cell. This drew the Ynnwn out of his nightmarish trance. “Ya look like a sane guy. An’ that’s sayin’ a lot considerin'-uh... Creak over there,” the menki mused, motioning towards the Xacha that continued rocking, bat-like screeches escaping him. “So, big fellow,” the menki continued, “What’re ya in for?”
    The Ynnwn blinked a couple times, a shaky breath escaping cracked lips as he grumbled, “Non-of-your-business.” The menki pressed on, “That’s quite the shiner you’ve got there. Now I’m just wonderin'…and I ain’t implyin' anything or nothin’ but, is your wife a maulber in bed? ‘Cause /boy/ do you look roughed up!” The menki let another giggle escape through his teeth, hands flying up to smother it out. The Ynnwn wrapped his arms tighter about himself, if anything more embarrassed. “No,” he grumbled, barely audible, “It was a damned stick-up gone bad.”

Tables and countertops were smeared with dough and flour. Mixing bowls and ingredients left unattended. The little bakery was a mess; and dancing around it frantically was an agedly dwarf – cracking open windows and doors to release the humid air her stove gave off - the scent of baked goods following it on out into the city before she would hurry back to the sweet little things that needed quick tending to.

   “A stick-up, eh? Well don’t ya stop there, tell me everything!” The menki wanted nothing more than for time to pass. Brief conversation followed up by silence – and Creak’s creaking – wasn’t going to cut it.
    The Ynnwn’s head fell back to rest against his cell wall, heaving a sigh, “I was walking down an alley, minding my own business when I noticed a house with all its windows open. There was a wonderful aroma flowing out, so I figured it was a baker’s shop, see? I felt concerned for the old woman that lived there – being all old and fragile and such. It wouldn’t have taken much for anyone with bad intentions to just hop on in and punt that old witch, taking everything she owned. So I took a peek inside – didn’t see her – and decided to climb in the back window to warn her…”

A large figure, swathed in black linen and a mask, vaulted through the open window; nearly slipping as his boots touched down on a small puddle of flour and water on the floor. The man cursed, eyes darting about as he made sure the dwarf was nowhere around to hear or see his frantic attempt to stay upright. The room was clear; the woman had skittered off into the back room to tend to the dough she had frying in crackling and popping lard. The man looked about for any valuables in clear sight. Nothing. As lightly as one his size could manage, he searched about the messy room – startled when he heard the woman-dwarf returning. Panic-stricken, he dove for the closest means of hiding he could find. A cupboard stocked with fine silver cups and cutlery. The Ynwnn silently cursed his luck as he bit back the sudden itchiness that tickled his entire body – for that’s what was rubbing up against the precious metals. Yhalda hobbled into the room with a cloth draped over her hands, a tray of freshly fried dough ready for glazing. The dwarf shoved aside the clutter on the counter as she set cloth and tray down by the window to cool off. The thief slowly climbed out from the closet to approach the dwarf from behind…

  “She was preparing a desert of some sort, so I went on up behind her to politely inform her that she’d left all her windows open...”

The large, gloved hand grasped the woman’s shoulder to spin her round, a silver kitchen knife held firmly in the other – he wasn’t prepared for the wooden spoon that cracked down on his left eye; knife clattering to the ground as the impact left him dumbfounded, stunned. “Intruder!” Thwack! “Help!” Thwack! “Get out, thug!” Crack! The Ynnwn was rolling about on the floor, trying to claw his way out from under the old woman’s spoon of wrath. Yet the dwarven woman persued; her wooden spoon splintered as a result of the beating the Ynnwn endured.

  The Ynnwn, slowly rocking back and forth with his eyes fixed on the opposite wall, was trembling. “I-I just wanted to warn her…Ohhh the horror!” The room had an odd stillness to it; the guard was absent, Creak wasn’t creaking, and the menki had his fullest attention glued on the scarred Ynnwn with childish amusement, “It sounds like ya were trespassin’ don’t it? I mean… you climbed through a window, with your size and all!”

“HELP ME! Ohhh gods help me!” Came the cries from the little bakery. The guards closed in on the old woman’s house, stumbling in on the whimpering, curled up form of a darkly dressed man; bloodied with a swollen-shut eye. Muffled threats and pounding sounded on the door that lead to the woman’s back room, drawing round the attention of the guards as hands reached for sword pommels, “You on the floor, who’s in that room over yonder?” The Ynnwn gasped, “Don’t let her out! Oh gods don’t let that monster out! Take me away, please!”

  The menki had fallen off his stool and was rolling about on the floor, tickled pink with laughter.
 “W-what’s so funny?”
  Looking over at the Ynnwn with a dumb grin, he replied, “Ya got beat up by an old stump! An’ then begged th’ guards t’ take ya away!” The menki’s shrieking laughter drew the night guard’s head in the door, “Quiet down, you!” before the helmed head retreated back outside into a cloud of smoke; Door closing behind him. Feline eyes fixed in that direction for a couple heartbeats, then flicked back to the Ynnwn who tried to hold what little dignity he had left, “That woman was a brute! She was armed and everything!” The menki smirked, “Ya, so you ended up b’hind bars an’ not her.” The Xacha was screeching with laughter, both menki and Ynnwn looking over. “You got whacked!” The man squealed, rocking back and forth with twisted delight…

[I could not resist.]

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In-Game Roleplay Events / [RP] Child's Play
« on: October 23, 2009, 01:44:15 pm »
[This is just a little roleplay I had in the Death Realm. In a way, the start of a(nother) new character of mine.  :sweatdrop: Seilia's death is a true one - by her own choice. \o/]

  A rather large Grendol stood in the Library Citadel. One of its eyes were gouged out, the other empty, staring into nothingness. This one seemed to have a large hole in its front - whatever organs it once obtained had spilled out past a charred ribcage and rotting flesh, clinging to bone. It's decaying body, scarred and filthy, still had the look of proportioned muscle on parts of its arms and legs. Within its cradled arms was a young Diaboli girl, flipping through pages of a book caked with dust.

 'Hey, Grendpa. Do you really think there are portals that lead to various lands?' She would ask it, never expecting an answer. The smell of the Grendol's decaying body never seemed to bother the young girl. She'd grown attached to the creature over time.
  Playing with the corner of a page, her eyes relayed the same sentence, over and over again. 'You know I'd take you with me. Imagine all the new things we'd see!'
  The Grendol slowly began to turn, its bones creaking and moaning as it moved to face the sounds of approaching footsteps. Finally hearing them, she gave the Grendol a nudge and was lowered to her feet. Tossing the book onto a counter, she ran up the spiraling staircase and along the raised path to see if she could find the source of the noise. A Lemur woman was wandering about aimlessly, lost.

(18:26:40) Aevaira giggles, running along the path, "Hey! A visitor!"
(18:27:05) Seilia says: Greetings good madam.
(18:29:13) Aevaira says: Did you come to read, too?
(18:29:23) Seilia says: Oh...I'm lost down here.
(18:30:17) Aevaira blinks. "Lost? Oh! But that's what a maze is all about. Going this way and that, not knowing where you'll end up!"
(18:30:34) Seilia says: Considering I don't want to stay down here...
(18:32:36) Aevaira's tail swishes side to side slowly. "What you're looking for is a portal. I've read all about them, miss. Every visitor looks for the way out, not always finding it, though."
(18:33:10) Seilia says: Could you help me find the way out?
(18:33:59) Aevaira says: Sure. Would you rather go this way or that?
(18:34:06) Aevaira seems to be pointing off in a couple directions.
(18:34:19) Seilia says: I guess....that-a-way.
(18:34:32) Aevaira says: Sure thing! Lead the way, miss.
(18:34:43) Seilia says: What?
(18:34:49) Seilia steps back.
(18:35:10) Seilia says: No, no, no! I'm asking you to show me the way out!
(18:35:24) Aevaira giggles, "You either know which way is what or what way is where. Which way would you like to go? Anyway could lead you to the portal, miss."
(18:35:44) Seilia says: Stop talking in circles!
(18:35:55) Aevaira head-tilts, smiling. "What do you mean by.. circles?"
(18:36:00) Seilia is growing more and more flustered and impatient with Aevaira.
(18:36:18) Seilia says: Just show me the way out of here!
(18:36:49) Aevaira skips off past Seilia, "Sure thing! Just don't get your hopes up, I've never actually found the portal."

Aevaira led Seilia out of the Citadel and down a narrow path, both descending down a fallen pillar into a dark cavern room. Aevaira had positioned herself so only she could see the cave's drop off - the way out that Seilia was so determined to find.

(18:38:11) Aevaira looks around, hands on her hips. "Well! That's as far as I ever get. It's like.. a never ending dead end."
(18:38:36) Seilia says: Eh? There's got to be a way out of here somewhere...now where is it?
(18:39:02) Seilia looks like she's about to lose her patience with the girl soon.
(18:40:26) Aevaira points over each ridge. "Well, we could go back up, but I know that's not it! We could try digging holes, but that would take ages.. not like it matters down here. --What do you think, miss?"
(18:41:08) Seilia says: I don't care, just GET ME OUT OF HERE!
(18:41:31) Seilia is screaming now out of frustration as she fingers the hilt of her dagger.
(18:42:19) Aevaira's eyes glimmer with amusement. "Oh dear.. seems you're unhappy. Why don't we play a game? That always cheers me up!"
(18:43:05) Seilia says: What sort of game are you thinking of?
(18:43:19) Seilia continues to finger the dagger's hilt with nervous anticipation.
(18:44:41) Aevaira's smile grows, "Well, simple! If you can guess the number on my mind, we continue to search down here. If not...well, I can think of something!"
(18:46:10) Seilia says: How many guesses do I get?
(18:46:40) Aevaira holds up three fingers, "You gotta guess between 1 and 10! If you get it, we search on, if not, we take a break."
(18:46:50) Seilia says: 5
(18:46:56) Aevaira shakes her head, "That's one!"
(18:47:00) Seilia says: 2
(18:47:03) Aevaira says: Nope!
(18:47:05) Seilia says: 9
(18:47:30) Aevaira giggles, the corners of her lips curving into a smirk. "Nope! Seven! Nice try, though."
(18:49:13) Seilia says: So, what now?
(18:51:26) Aevaira says: Simple! It occurs once in every minute, Twice in every moment, And yet never in one hundred thousand years. What is it?
(18:52:09) Seilia loses her temper and draws her dagger, lunging at Aevaira.
(18:52:58) Aevaira side-steps with a twirl, laughing. "That's not the right answer! I can see your patience is running as thin as your line of sight, though."
(18:54:02) Seilia hits the ground "Oof!" and tries to scramble to her feet, but trips and has to get up again, this time more slowly, glaring at the girl as she looks her over.
(18:54:56) Seilia slowly and a bit unsteadily sidesteps to her left, trying to circle around Aevaira.
(18:55:17) Aevaira blows a raspberry at the stumbling Lemur, "Look around, open your eyes, you just might find what you seek, a glorious prize!" She opens her arms, one hand pointing off in a random direction, the other towards the cave's drop-off to her right.
(18:54:56) Seilia slowly and a bit unsteadily sidesteps to her left, trying to circle around Aevaira.
(18:58:30) Seilia steps in, placing the edge of her dagger under Aevaira's chin, still angry with the young girl "Lead...me...OUT OF HERE...before I..."
(18:59:13) Aevaira's tail swishes a little, arms still pointing off in directions. "You gotta listen, you gotta learn, take a moment, maybe turn?"
(19:00:17) Seilia presses the edge of the dagger against Aevaira's throat, her other arm wrapped around her chest, still angry "before I...cut your...throat!"
(19:01:20) Aevaira sighs softly, putting on a deep, menacing voice. "And what will that do, dear? Send me back where I already am? I gave you a hint, you didn't take it. You waste your time trying to get the information that's obviously under your nose."
(19:02:29) Seilia digs the dagger in yet deeper "Why do you play games with me? Answer that!"
(19:03:54) Aevaira's hands move to try and grab Seilia's gently and cast a subtle weakness spell. "I'm a child, miss. Fun and games, that's what we do!"
(19:04:40) Seilia doesn't seem to notice the hand-grabs as she slowly digs the edge of the dagger deeper into her flesh.
(19:07:13) Aevaira returns to her childish tone. Faltering with the hint of pain from the dagger at her neck, a purple haze begins to form around Seilia, "Oh come on, miss. Is it that hard? Look to your right you silly lady!"
(19:08:03) Seilia begins to growl slightly as she continues to dig the dagger's edge in.
(19:10:04) Aevaira releases an 'eep' as blood is drawn from the small slice on her neck. Sapping energy from Seilia with the one hand on her arm, her other elbow strikes back at the Lemur's gut. "Try letting go, or you'll be stuck here forever! -- Like every other unfortunate soul that tries to pass."
(19:11:14) Seilia gets knocked backwards by the elbow as the dagger slips from her weakened grip and tumbles backwards before getting stopped by part of the rock floor they are standing on.
(19:12:04) Aevaira rubs her neck gingerly, looking down at the blood on her fingers. She leans down, picking up the dagger and turning to Seilia. "That hurt, ya know! Yeesh, temper-temper."
(19:12:29) Seilia tries to get up, but stumbles again and falls, too weak to stand now.
(19:13:17) Seilia clambers up somewhat, on her hands and knees, panting.
(19:14:10) Aevaira crouches down so she's eye level with Seilia, turning the dagger about in her fingers. "This is pretty, can I keep it?"
(19:14:27) Seilia snaps "NO!"
(19:15:17) Aevaira puts on a pouty-face, "Aw, why not? It has my blood on it after all, it should be mine now!" She grins, "Call it sharing, it's what friends do.."
(19:15:34) Seilia is too weak to prevent Aevaira from taking it though, and slowly draws another dagger, her hand shaking as she does so and tries to clamber up again, managing to sit up against the stone.
(19:16:10) Aevaira watches curiously, muttering 'Strong-willed.." She giggles, "Well, see? You have another. We match!"
(19:16:38) Seilia slowly stands up, still a bit shaky as she does so.
(19:17:07) Aevaira mimics Seilia's actions, getting up as well.
(19:17:25) Seilia takes a deep breath and steps in, swiping at Aevaira's right arm with her left hand and stabbing at her stomach with her dagger.
(19:18:52) Aevaira's right arm is easily deflected, her free hand trying to grab for the offending wrist striking towards her stomach.
(19:19:23) Seilia's wrist is grabbed
(19:19:52) Seilia tries to pull her right wrist free of the grab. [roll, STR against STR?]
(19:20:08) >Player Seilia has rolled a 38-sided die for a 38.
(19:22:09) >Player Aevaira has rolled a 50-sided die for a 3.
(19:22:33) Seilia easily wrestles her wrist free and goes for another stab, this time at Aevaira's neck.
(19:23:37) Aevaira's right hand dagger swipes down to clash with Seilia's, frowning. "This is new! I always thought fencing worked better with swords..."
(19:24:27) Seilia steps back, and then steps in again, feinting a stab at her chest and then going to stab Aevaira in her right side.
(19:26:28) Aevaira tries to swivel out of the dagger's path, still getting a slice to her side. "Ow!" She takes a couple steps back, throwing her dagger at Seilia aimlessly, "Meany! That hurt!"
(19:27:45) Seilia steps in again, going for a stab at Aevaira's chest this time, but trips right before she gets into range for the attack and makes an attempt to try to stab Aevaira in the inside of her thigh.
(19:29:48) Aevaira makes a 'humph' sound, aiming a kick at Seilia's dagger-hand in mid swing. "It's a wonder you ended up here! You have the looks... but the manners, you lack."
(19:30:39) Seilia has her dagger hand kicked hard enough to knock the dagger free from it and recoils, clutching her right hand in pain.
(19:32:08) Aevaira watches the dagger skitter off down the hill, looking back at Seilia. "You done yet, miss?"
(19:32:56) Seilia slips a small dagger from her bracer, then takes her bracers off and throws them aside.
(19:33:59) Aevaira slowly walks backwards towards the fallen pillar. "Hey now, how many of those do you have?!"
(19:34:11) Seilia takes the dagger in her left hand and glares at Aevaira again.
(19:34:33) Aevaira continues backwards.
(19:35:28) Seilia gets up, and tries to give chase to Aevaira, but trips again and falls face-first, her dagger impaling itself into her stomach as she yelps from the pain and shock of the wound.
(19:36:21) Seilia pulls the dagger free as she clambers to hands and knees, fumbling the small dagger as she does so and proceeding to clutch at her stomach as she rolls over onto her back.
(19:36:34) Aevaira brings a hand up to her mouth with a look of shock, though really just covering up for a giggle. "Oh gosh! It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, hey?"
(19:37:00) Seilia moans a bit from the pain of the wound as she lays there.
(19:39:15) Aevaira slowly makes her way down the slope towards Seilia, trying to get a better look. “..Are you okay?”
(19:40:03) Seilia moans, having trouble forcing words out due to the pain she is in "No...."
(19:41:18) Aevaira collects the two daggers laying around, watching Seilia all the while. "Well! On the bright - or in this case, dark side.. you'll just end up here again. Right?"
(19:42:24) Seilia is wounded roughly squarely in her stomach. The wound is bleeding steadily and looks long and thin. It does not appear to be particularly deep, but has penetrated into the abdominal (peritoneal) cavity.
(19:44:57) Seilia tries to scream for help, but can't get any words to come out as a scarlet bloom centered on the wound slowly unfurls on her stomach, under her hand
(19:47:47) Aevaira crouches by Seilia's head, looking down at the wound. "Ooh, that looks bad! Do you know any healing?" She muses.
(19:48:11) Seilia moans softly "No...." as her head turns to the other side weakly.
(19:50:14) Aevaira purses her lips, "I'm not one to put someone out of their misery with such crude weapons... I mean, hey, law says I'm even too young to hold 'em. So.." She reaches down with a hand and tries to sap Seilia's life energy from her.
(19:50:58) Seilia is powerless to resist the spell as her hand slowly slips off her stomach and her eyelids grow heavy.
(19:53:03) Aevaira removes her hand, leaving Seilia with enough to remain conscious. "So...I won't take your life.”
(19:58:28) Seilia moans slightly again, so weak that she is only able to take shallow breaths.
(20:00:02) Aevaira slides the daggers away under her little red cloak, chiming. "Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones.." She lowers her voice, "That, dear, is a memory.."
(20:06:32) Aevaira begins removing Seilia's jewelery, putting them on. "These are really pretty, can I try them on? Thanks! Where'd you get them?"
(20:07:12) Seilia does not reply, as she is too weak.
(20:08:52) Aevaira giggles, finishing up with the necklace.
(20:13:03) Aevaira looks at the articles of clothing with interest, letting out an over dramatic sigh. "Good gosh, lady. You stained those pretty gloves with your blood."
(20:13:15) Seilia doesn't respond.
(20:15:46) Aevaira pats Seilia's head and stands up again. "I had lots of fun. We were really close to the portal, but your patience built a wall of blindness. A shame, really. I wish you luck on your next life.." She tilts her head, "..if Dakkru gives you that much."
(20:17:48) Seilia slips away, her eyes shutting as her body goes utterly limp.
(20:19:17) Aevaira's tail flicks side to side - the skeletal finger-like rings clacking together as she mutters, "A pity you couldn't see... no one leaves, that's up to me." turning around and disappearing back up the fallen pillar.

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Wish list / Burial Wells
« on: March 22, 2009, 02:00:39 pm »
In game, I've only really seen the Howling Well; a burial maze citizens are not allowed to enter causing disruption to the dead. That doesn't seem to stop them from stumbling into it and exploring around.  :sweatdrop:  I think it'd be very interesting if the Wells had an effect; maybe those who entered would catch some sort of disease or sickness. The traveller within it would not be able to handle the stench of decomposing bodies... and there'd creatures that may lurk in its tunnels that could carry diseases or sicknesses which would easily transfer to travellers.  Perhaps their only way to rid their problem would be death, or a very good crystal or blue mage.

Who knows..  maybe some of the skeletons within the wells are the results of permadead explorers who disregard warning signs.  :devil:
Just an idea.

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