My character is stuck in the Keda and /unstick is not available after successive log outs. No GMs on the /who list the last couple of log ins. Character's MyPlane record linked to signature image below. Thanks in advance for any unsticky which can be given.

- Nova

Would like a Naut Death Animation which has arrows sticking out of them, like a pin cushion, if more than a quiver has been loosed into them. 

- Nova, who is making every effort to recruit an animater to the project

With the beasties now acting a lot more interesting (tribes) it would be nice to see some dynamics added to the map. A good place to start would be roads.

During my recent departure from planeshift (for hardware reasons) a lot of time was spent with http://osgrid.org and their opensim package. My suggested approach will be based on how graphics are handled on that package (opensim).
 
My assumption is that the roads are textures layed down on the ground grids. Dirt roads like found in planeshift reflect usage on them. They do not look like constructed or kept up by the Government.
 
It would be very cool to lay down road/path textures on areas in relation to the traffic that the area sees. Then when roads are less used they would slowly grow over with grass textures. When areas are used a lot then road/path textures would be layed down.
 
One can only hope that PS' handling of graphics would allow the same dynamics as one might code for opensim. This is intended as an automated process not to have artist update the roads.

- Nova

[ Meant for the Arena thread.]

Just as there is a notice that so and so drops an item, it would be nice if there were a notice that so and so picked up an item. For those that have no use for it, perhaps, it could be a configurable thing in the log settings.

My character was left sitting in the Gugrontid temple to see who was clearing the altar off each day and they were able to come into the temple and with her sitting there take everything off the altar that was not guarded. With my wish installed that would not have been possible and seems a lot more realistic to me than their cloak of invisibility.

- Nova

Not sure if this would just be a computational nightmare or not.... but during the Elemental Light's anniversary party today (which was great by the way) it occurred to me that it would be handy to be able to lower the radius of the conversations that one could hear. With such a large crowd it would have been nice to tune down the radius that one was listening to to zero in on the conversations of the group one was standing with and not hear conversations from across the plaza. It seems it would be more realistic as we tend to shut out the sounds from far off most of time time yet with all the crowd assembled one could discern each and every word uttered. In real life this could produce sensory overload; which it did for me at the gathering.

- Nova

Venorel was making good time; in spite of the darkness; without need of torches. The passage was illuminated by phosphorescent fungus, which grew in clumps along the sides of the path. The violet of it's glow softly lit her way.

She felt another person; from the naive young girl who had walked this passage six long cycles before; through the Bronze Doors and beyond. To Hydlaa, itself, after having departed from the security of her father's roof for the first time in her life. Could this mature Warrior Priestess; who was travelling down this path on her return, be that same girl?

Ven smiled at her thoughts, yet the talismans which she carried of that young girl connected them. Ven rested a hand on one of two long swords at her belt. Their hilts bejewelled with emeralds; inset in the ends of each hilt. They had been gifts from that naive young girl's first love. He found them in a dried up pond on the second night they were together; exploring the dungeons below the Laanx Temple. Ven grasped the hilt tightly as if holding his hand.

Much time had passed yet she still missed his company. 'First love true love', her mother used to say. Her thoughts then floated to her second beau and the two long swords strapped to her backpack. The longsword of Talad's Arm and Laanx' Mind had been gifts from him. She knew it had not been love right from the start; yet she held high regard and respect for him. Perhaps she held back her love; knowing that he would, or could not, commit to her alone. As she pondered that thought she played with the ring on her finger; a habit she often did when in deep thought. As the ring was turned upon her finger, the engraving on its face appeared and disappeared with each turning. It read Talad. It was to Talad that her love had finally turned when she came to give herself to Him alone. It was a conscious decision that drove her rise to Priest rank in the Brotherhood of Talad.

She wondered what her father would say. A wry smile formed upon her lips. It seemed ironic that she had seemed to become a supporter of all those things, who's rebellion of, had driven her down this path away from her father's house; six long cycles previously. Her father's faith and harsh loyalty to the Octarchy had brought just as harsh words between he and Ven. In six cycles she had learned forgiveness. With her ordination to Priest rank recently over; no time seemed better than to seek it. Her mother would understand. She would see the path that needed travelling. Perhaps by staying Ven would never had known forgiveness. Regardless of the degree of emotion his stearness would permit; Ven knew he would be proud of what that naive young girl had done with those six cycle.