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**edit: Done! I found a few more addons, but will make a separate article for them.**
This is going to be something of a guide, something of just personal notes. Take it how you like, feel free to comment with your constructive opinions and suggestions. ( Click Here for Full Article ) | | |
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Hey, for those of you who are friends of Ash/Erroch ( ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rhast) and I, or want to find a bunch of cool RPers to hang out with, feel free to head over to Yesterday's Heros, a web forum that he made so all our RP friends can keep in touch even when we're not playing the same games. Right not it's just in working condition, not tweeked at all, but still trying to invite folks over and get people chatting. | | |
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Ok, ever since I met rhast he's told me about this old NWN PW that he used to play on called "Brynsaar" and how awesome it was. When we left WoW, one of the things he got involved in was Aerth, and because of all the stories he told me about Bryn, I decided to give it a shot. Well, you all know how Aerth went... but guess what... Lycius is finally getting off his ass to bring Brynsaar back. Let's hope we keep the momentium and actually get it up and running. I'm really looking forward to it. Why? Cause Ly is about as anal and forthright as I am. You have to submit a character concept, and if it doesn't fly it get's revoked, and he does it frequently. To put it broadly, he's not hesitant to brandish the ban stick either on the Mod itself or even on the Forums. Ly and I have butted heads about a few things already, but we worked it out. We be bitchy at each other, but we'll get over it. Ly has already asked me to be on the team, which is awesome. I like building, but i need good haks to work with. The aerth haks are a POS if there ever is one. Stella (Ly's wife I think) is on board and cracking the whip. Supposed to have a production plan posted later tonight or tomorrow. Awesomeness to come. | | |
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Just as a remind to myself should I ever - EVER - try and forget...
Apparently after I posted that I was resigning from the build and writing team, Vhalus came in and totally blasted me, erroch, and lycius for our build work. Oh.. and my access has been revoked almost immediately.
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Vhalus: Ok With Lycius, Erroch and Sally Woods gone.... how about we finally scrap this rebuild that got nothing done in the entire span they were here, and get on with adding things the players want and adjusting some of the monster levels that need tweaking. Murf: We've been doing that all along
Vhalus: I just needed to hear that the insanity was officially over.
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Ok WTF! Not only were Erroch and I NOT having anything to do with the rebuild, but I was the ONLY ONE to push that the current mod continued to be updated and fixed. I have a complete changelog of all the fixes I've been continually adding to the mod, after having to BADGER people to be able to get it done. Karen even HAS this changelog.
This is it. It's official. Not only am I never going back to Aerth, but I officially want to see the server fail. No, I'm not going to do -anything- to facilitate that other than answer any questions people might pose to me regarding why I'm gone.
Karen can not stand up to Rook's emotional blackmailing at the drop of a hat to get what he wants. If anyone asks, she's -never- been in charge of Aerth.. he always has been. | | |
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Aarr!
Back playing WoW again. Ash and I have decided to try a different server as he has IRL friends playing over on Feathermoon. We're even hordeside this time. Still popping on PeeJee every now and again, but not too much. We're trying to get our new characters up to 40 so we can get our mounts.
The new characters are interesting. Pair of trolls, Nusku and Solandi. He's a priest and I'm a mage. Make an interesting pair. Short story is that she's naturally talented with fire magics, but after the Darkspear tribe ended up in senjin village, she was so disheartened from all the tragedy that she started turning to the voodoo and got in with a 'bad crowd' (maybe the burning blade cult or something, dunno). Anyway, she and her new friends exploded themselves, and Nusku found her half burned alive, the only survivor. He nursed her back to health and is teaching her things like.. patience, meditating, and the old troll religions and ways. Kinda fun.
The RP has been slow, but there is some. Most that I've seen is highly casual, and people on this server seem to think that globule RP channels are a GOOD thing and OOC channels are a BAD thing. *boggles* However, after recent events, its right about what we want for now. Just burned on RP in general. | | |
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What do you do when that Sacred Trust between DM and Player is broken?
"Sacred Trust? WTF are you talking about?", you ask...
What many people don't seem to realize is that there is a Sacred Trust between any DM/GM and the players in their game. While the DM is "in charge" of the game (the whole "DM's word is Law" bit), they have a responsibility to the players to make the game fun. At the start of the game, and agreement is made. Rules are laid down, a world is chosen, characters are created and approved, then the adventure is started.
In a roleplaying game a player is taking their creation, their CHILD, and hands it over to the DM. They are trusting that the DM will take care of their child, help it grow and mature, take it on fun adventures, discipline it when it goes bad and then see that it dies in fun and exciting ways. When a DM takes that child and abuses it, stifling it's growth and prematurely destroying it's future, the DM has abused that trust. DMs seem to forget that if they abuse their players too much... the players cease to listen to the DM, ignore the rules, and eventually leave the game.
A DM isn't a DM without players.
Now, this isn't discarding the fact that the Players have the responsibility to listen to the DM and obey the rules of the game. Just because something 'bad' happens to your character isn't grounds for throwing a hissyfit. You take what happens and roll with it, see where it takes you. If your carefully laid out plans go south, who cares? It happens, and some excellent fun can come from trying to salvage what's happening.
But... what do you do when the DM takes the rules and tosses them out? Use their power to ignore the players and do nothing but take themselves on a ego trip? Takes the world that was agreed upon to play in, and completely change it? Or rather.. not just change it.. but rape it every which way until it's an unrecognizable mass cowering in the corner of the room?
Honestly.. at this point.. I'm just leaving. The trust is broken and can never be repaired. While this is primarily about the NWN PW I was apart of, it hit me that the core of this can apply to any game when you have a DM and Players. Hell, even board and card games. Anyway, felt like writing this out. Enjoy it, agree with it, disagree with it.. | | |
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Written by rhast
It is said that there is an old house on the outside of Lakeshire where the common folk fear to go. The shadows along the walls seemed to defy daylight's touch. A seared spot on the ground outside, remains of an explosion long past, the very essence of the soil tainted with dark magics where life itself refuses to touch Some rumors say that a simply tailor met his end here. Others say some a great fight with a creature from the nether came to its conclusion at that very spot.
This is but one of the many rumors surround the house.
Rumors that speak of warlocks, elves, priests, and shadow. Of mystery, intrigue, colossal fights, and lovers. More than a couple of funerals have taken place after events near its doors.
Near a half a year ago, the house suddenly went silent after a night filled with muffled screams and strange laughter. The shadows around the house withdrew, marks of warding appeared on the doors and for a time, Lakeshire and the rest of the world forgot the house existed.
Today the rumors have started again.
Some say that the door opened and a grey haired man in dark robes came out. Others that nothing but a shadow was seen floating towards the docks. One man, near senile with age, even made mention of a jar of .... pickles. | | |
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