dayredeemer

Hi there, i am in an alliance and i am currently balanced. I manage to scrape together a bit of honour as a result of alliance fights, although it takes quite a few to get 100 honour. I think the last time i saw a player offering me positive honour was Argos about a week ago. i would increase the honour gained from sacrificing.... and I would also boost the alliance honour rewards. A few random big boss npcs would be great too.

2g 10s

[quote name='dragonrider7' timestamp='1306200769' post='84956'] I am selling one of my anniv aramor...please start bidding. [size="1"][i]will sell only on a satisfactory price :-)[/i][/size] -rider [/quote] 1g

3 gold for the dream mutation

[quote name='Shadowseeker' date='05 November 2009 - 07:32 PM' timestamp='1257449525' post='46733'] Only happens if your principles are higher than the enemies..so using drain then is useless. [/quote] thanks for that....hmm...

i think the drain power is good..although i think the stat gains should be reinstated when saccing. *side issue but my archers have acquired a taint which seems to mean that i drain my own priciples and give them to the opposition which kind of makes them worse than useless.

i may be wrong but are the principles not fixed when the token is assigned...so, while good for some they may not work for others.

i vote for Grido.....certainly the most awesome first course. Come the Winter and I could be swayed.

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well, i didnt know that you could not participate only that you could not win. All very interesting but I did win according to the announcement and got nowt and have had no explanation as to why. I was happy to move it to the bug report section, which is what I did. To be honest I was playing for the medal...the credits would have been nice, the skills boosts i can do myself fairly quickly. But I was already in danger of sounding like an old moaner and replying to other peoples wish fulfillment requests doesnt help me either. I am happy to close what was meant as a specific topic and wait for the bug report to be answered.

i dont get your point. There is nothing stopping you participating in the heads contest for the fun. As for the 30 creds..well...if that is your goal and you get nowt and no explanation as to why then it kind of takes the shine off participating again.

The discussion is exhausted elsewhere in the forum. The rewards are distributed automatically as the winners are announced. The announcement placed me first but i have received no medal and no rewards. So, as I have heard nothing to the contrary, this must be a bug.

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my apologies Grido...i was mistaken. Well i managed a brief conversation with MUr..but i am none the wiser. The announcement put me in first place and rewards are distributed automatically following the announcement. For some reason it did not reward me. This should probably be regarded as a bug.

lol..why would i do it again. Once was enough. You could always take up Chewetts private heads contest.

well Raven it seems you are right about the rewards being didtributed automatically...and your explanation as to why it hasnt worked is the one I believe most likely. So....................

well..i havent noticed any changes..so. thanks Light for the info

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Greeting all The announcement indicated that players had received their rewards..I do not think that I have.is this an oversight?

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