Ungod

I don't think you want people in MD to be "part-time" fighters. Either you are able to defend yourself (which simply means coming up with some defense rituals that work), either you don't fight at all ("kill" your crits or sacc them or don't care about what happens to them at all). You don't ask someone to take your fights, then jump in when you feel like it (or attack others, but let someone guard you - that sounds like bullying). Plus, there is the idea of a protector in the game...perhaps your idea can be discussed as an option for a protector? (I wouldn't call the idea bad, but it needs some twists, because of what I wrote above about "part-time fighters")

Marksman, 2 sc

Welcome :)

Thank you for answering. Not sure what you're saying, it sounds like a gospel/religiously waiting for the divine...

What do you mean by 'may our true king come', klawdees? :P Also, what is the first thing you would do if yo joined MB?

The adventure log is a chunk of MD's history. It's a record (and more), not a reward for roleplaying. Roleplaying is, first of all, playing. Having fun, experimenting, learning new things. As for the 'role' part, I think MD allows some 'serious roles', and I don't mean by that dragons, lizards, dragon-slayers, wizards etc. You can play a slave, a servant, a naive person, a liar. Play, experiment, grasp the possibilities and limitations and you'll have people gravitate around your roleplay when it is good. (the above comes from someone who's not into it. yet. it might be true, though, who knows :)) )

Anyhow, I appreciate it, Juba, but I didn't quite kill anyone, as in actual slaying, as Caretakers would like. A little dead is nice, they say...

Ungod 250021

MRF is part of the MRs, anyway, why would (s)he leave? What did (s)he say?

Surely Chewett will make a statement regarding this soon.

I don't know if there are plans regarding the equipment page, but it seems to me it is long since it has been a priority; I want to present an idea I had about making it unique to each player. [spoiler]Currently, there are a number of items that serve as equipment and that give certain bonuses; those certainly make one want to explore more of the realm, get enough VP to buy the items etc. But once you've done that, it's the end of that feature and I believe it hasn't been worked on because items in MD are/were custom and role-oriented. So, expanding the equipment page the way it was designed originally would go against what has been going on until now, so I propose further customization. [/spoiler] The idea is to make it possible for (rare) items that one possesses to be included into the equipment page and to be equip-able, also showing on the 'Oscar' doll. As a start, I was thinking about making it possible that (certain) rare items can be equipped in place of weapons. Here is an example of how it would look like: It would serve no other purpose than an aesthetic one, so maybe that's too much effort for something that only looks cool :P

Hoping I will be able to attend, Ungod 250021, MP5

I'm sorry, I couldn't completely kill anyone in the story :( I started with the intent of killing everybody, it just didn't work out. Message me to remove the story if it doesn't fit. Ailith was climbing the steep rock, her hands grabbing each dint of stone, her fingers beaten and blue. The storm was brewing, there were clouds whirling madly and lightning bolts lit the darkened sky. But she did not look above, she could not hear anything - the deafening wind was trying to lift her and throw her off the cliff, blowing with murderous rage. Blades of wind were cutting the skin, but she kept on climbing, holdding on with all she had. How she got there, Ailith couldn't explain. She got to the top of the cliff, crawled a few steps and lied down, exhausted. She was shivering - her hair ravaged, her hands bloody, her clothes stained with dirt and blood and moss. Her blues lips were murmuring "Enough, enough, please"...And as she lied there, an angry voice said "I didn't allow you to stop yet. Get up, get up!" Ailith woke up and felt the ground with her hands. She got up, twitching, and started walking - ahead, towards a light in the horizon, through emerald-green moss... It was a sunny afternoon when she met him. A pleasant man, with a pleasant smile. He had a mean look in his eyes sometimes, but that's no measure for someone's character. He offered to show her a box of emeralds he discovered in the pastures of the Ivory Island, the place where it was said the dreams take forms of animals and feast on the sleeping ones. Ailith smiled and shook her head. She knew about the island well enough and would not go there for anything. But then he leaned towards her and whispered something in her ear. The next thing she remembered...she was in a boat...then a mist...a green shore...and then, nothing... Ailith was dragging her feet over the rugged ground. Here and there were patches of moss, but she didn't care. She wasn't looking down, she wasn't feeling anything. Her feet were bleeding, she did not feel the soft moss - only slits in her soles. At last, she came to a ruined castle wall. Whatever is this? she thought. "Go inside" she heard. Ailith obeyed. The wall had an entrance and she went through it. She was now in a chapel, an old stone chapel, cold as ice. Ailith felt it burning. There was a stone table, with a vial on it. Rays of light came from the vial and it had golden fillets, spiraled around it's body. Ailith felt the urge to have it. She stretched her hand and grabbed the vial. She looked at the small shining light in her hands. Tears were drawing in it, making it radiate even more light. Whose tears were those? Hers? The chapel started to shake and crumble. Ailith screamed, and put her hands above her head. But she was in no danger. Instead, she was in the mouth of a cave, a mossy cave with a small spring flowing into it. That man appeared and shook his head. "You failed, Ailith. And now you will watch them die." Her eyes filled with terror. "You will stay with me and watch them die, won't you? I don't want to let you go." Ailith looked down. "It was all a lie, wasn't it?" she asked. "You can't kill them, can you?" The man smirked. "No, but I can kill you. If I just break this phial, you'll be in the world without dreams. And that's enough to kill one." Ailith smiled. "You're a wicked man." She got up and dispelled the dream with a wave of hand. "Someone out there has my dreams" she started to sing. [spoiler]Somewhere on the Ivory Island, a man was playing with a vial, throwing it in the air and catching it. One time, his fingers slipped.[/spoiler]

I'd like to share some random thoughts; it's two years since I joined, a little retrospective on my part. Who knows, maybe some can connect to what I'm saying here. First off, I find that much of my first impression of MD is gone. You know what the say about the first impression. I personally felt ...mmm...an uneasy, eerie atmosphere. The story of Marind, the visual style (striking because it was different from what you usually see), the 'wtf am I supposed to do', it all created a thrill, a feeling that _something_ is broken. Now, it's more like 'what's happening new?', getting pissed off or laughing at stupid **** or cool stuff; so, it doesn't feel like a game, it's...something else. Another thing: people who return. I don't understand that. People who return are like people I see everyday in MD, but never talked to them. And it becomes weird when they suddenly say (some of them): 'I'm back and I'd like to do something cool, but there are people who prevent me from playing the way I want to.' You've heard that. What they mean, is that they have a history, with bad and good, the good is why they came back, the bad is why they don't dare do anything, 'cuz they know it will be rubbed in their face. Oh, you're back. Who cares? (i'm kidding, welcome back :) ) But some make alts to come back. To such an extent I don't believe in new players anymore. All I see are alts, alts, alts. The moment one asks a question/says something that shows he/she understood something about the game, I get suspicious. Who the f are you? I think. That is the question - not that 'to be or not to be' lame ****. Who are you, I'm going to spy on you and mistrust everything you say, 'cuz you are OBVIOUSLY an alt. A new player wouldn't know _that_random_thing_. Newbs are a myth. But new players do arrive and I'm like 'where did these people come from?' And they come to you and start talking to you and stuff as if they're EQUAL. My thought is b*****, I got more AD than you, go sod off'. Then I think I used to be like that and I well up thinking how great some people are to actually help newbs. I wouldn't have the patience; I'd go like 'go read and then come back to me'. So, that kind of attitude is felt. I felt it, I wasn't told that (much), so I am in some kind of love-hate relationship with the vets here. I like them, they're great to actually not say 'f*** off', but I'd like to strangle them, because the attitude is there. Then I think I'm becoming like that and I get scared. I never thought I'd get to this point :( to actually think I'm better than other (new) players. Maybe there's a genius in there and I brush them off and wait for them to come ask me things (not that I know that much, don't ask me stuff). But I can't help it. And new people always come up with new ideas, don't they? Creature ideas, concepts, mechanics...Of course, I think 'Chill, we don't care about your little ideas'. On another note, I like how people can be untrustworthy assholes around here. Of course, being one means people will shun you, you will be ignored, isolated and your only hope will be in newbs who don't know you yet. But you can be one in MD and you won't get a 'no entry here' sign. Even more, you will be someone people can look at, examine, decide whether they want to be like you and stuff. I liked when Mur stood up for my name change, saying people are entitled to an opinion. It wasn't my intention to offend anyone (not in that manner, anyway), but the fact that I wasn't censored was cool. I like there are some annoying people in MD. Like, pissing me off. That makes me more focused. The fact that some will shake their heads, even if not saying anything, makes me want to show them. Also, I didn't really think about MD disappearing up until recently. Like, ending for me (personal issues), or for everyone. Now, I just accept that as a fact. Yes, it might end just like that. There were times when I thought about quitting, so that would've naturally ended it for me. But, you know, it can just go away and there's nothing you can do about it. That's not necessarily a bad thing. The thought gave me some kind of freedom, as if I'm not bound to, compelled to do anything. Too much freedom is dangerous, though. What if I just quit suddenly because I feel freeeeeeee!!? Idk, but I don't care that much. For now, I feel my MD experience will end with a ban. Why a ban? Because I can't think of another way. Merry Xmas!

Ungod 250021

First of all, I'd like to say this is a great forum topic and one important for our land. Maybe not much seems to have happened in the last years, but enough happened to warrant the creation of another chapter. I am taking the opportunity to write it now. If I made mistakes, provided incorrect/incomplete information or I have missed anything, please PM me, as this topic should be clean. Ann. 2248 [2012-04-03 00:24:35 - Stage 11] Treasuries Feature: The Treasury feature has now been implemented. These were initially planned for Kingship to store items and creatures that are related to the land. The special features of a treasury is that creatures stored in a treasury will gain age like they are stored on any other player. Creatures also incur no penalty in taking them out or storing them in a treasury. These features are ideal for storing large amounts of creatures specifically for rewards. Lands will be able to barter with goods held in their treasuries. In addition rewards gained from the Torch Contest will be deposited here, and the manager of the Treasury will be able to spend Torch Contest rewards for creatures and items (this is important in the light of another ann regarding treasuries and MB, I thought of adding it here) Ann. 2407 [2012-10-13 18:14:20 - Stage 11] Chewett and Maebius have been granted access to Angiens Shrine for their constant work for the Seekers of Enlightenment and in the interest of Marind Bell. Ann. 2486 [2013-01-31 13:09:24 - Stage 11] Magic Duel has a new dreamweaver. Princ Rhaegar received the ability to use dreams. Being a public role, he will start with 2 Trust Points. Ann. 2600 [2013-05-28 17:41:43 - Stage 12] Marind Bell has a new monarch! Voting for the Marind Bell elections ended at 21:00 last night, 16 people voted, and the winner with a majority was...*drum roll*... Chewett! ...or should that be King Chewett now? Congratulations to Chewett on his new position, the land tools will be given to you shortly to help manage your land. Ann. 2658[2013-06-24 03:24:20 - Stage 12] Three water buckets from the Marinds Bell item dispatcher have been turned into Large buckets that require a high gardening skill to be taken from the dispatcher. One of the large buckets gives you a lot more dowsing skill per use and two of them gather more water (and give increased dowsing skill) Ann. 2665 [2013-06-30 23:39:53 - Stage 12] I selected actually 8 people for the mission, they are: For Marinds Bell : Aelis For Loreroot: The Warrior For Golemus Golemicarum: *Nimrodel* For Necrovion: *Peace* For Underground: dst For Tribunal: AmberRune For No Man's Land: Mercurial Spectre For MD Archives: *Shemhazaj* Their mission is to be Sky Scouters and to help mark all realm locations according to their opening towards the realm's sky. This will affect how the sun shines, how dark it can get and how much it will rain in each place. --Mur Ann. 2682 [2013-07-19 17:19:33 - Stage 12] A hot water generator and a bench have been added to Fortune's Well and Marinds Bell Gates, artworks provided by dragonrider7 as part of the scene contest. items are not functional yet, just visible. The scene contest is closed but its not over, i still have several other items to place and people to reward. A debt repaid - AL chapter This is a chapter involving Marind Bell and Necrovion as main protagonists, as well as various assassins - a dark page that started with the killing of members of the Tainted Warriors. Notable characters from Marind Bell are, in order of appearance: Maebius, Junior, Chewett, Princ Rhaegar (now known as Jubaris), nadrolski. Almost all have been killed in the events (even multiple times). This is (currently) the last chapter of the AL, it's easy to spot :p Ann. 2825 [2013-11-18 00:25:05 - Stage 12] Princ Rhaegar has been voted the King of Marind Bell. Congratulations. ('A debt repaid' saw Princ's rise to power) Ann. 2868 [2013-12-28 13:13:43 - Stage 12] Angiens shrine now can recruit angiens again. Ann. 3083 [2014-07-20 22:57:29 - Stage 12] Down with the Bunny Empire spell has been coded and given to Princ Rhaegar as part of his Personal Request Month wish. (this ann shouldn't be here, but I love that spell) Ann. 3286 [2015-01-10 16:12:58 - Stage 12] MB Elections As announced MB has held their elections and Nadrolski has been appointed their new king. Ann. 3520 [2015-05-25 21:45:19 - Stage 13] MB Story mode keys removed The two MB chapter 2 and 3 story mode keys have been removed from all players who have not bought the wish. This wish has also been expanded to give both chapter 2 and chapter 3 wishes. If you were given your access without getting the WP please contact me. (this marks a change that story mode removal brought with it - the scenes are now accessible only through WPshop and hence the number of the WPs needed to spend to get to the wish has been reduced slightly - from 6 to 5) Ann. 3522 [2015-05-26 00:23:17 - Stage 13] Story mode keys removed - Sages keep entrance and Necro gate entrance Both these locations were originally only passable using story mode keys and both now you can enter freely. So all those holding these keys have had them removed. (another change triggered by story mode removal) Ann. 3644 [2015-08-31 14:59:57 - Stage 13] Land Treasuries Land treasuries have been implemented so that lands can store a limited number of items and creatures. This is the first big project completed and represents a move towards lands having power and wealth. As promised, Jubaris was able to choose the first land to get this treasury and the land chosen was Marind Bell. This land has had their treasury installed in the location where the land influence used to be. Ann. 3691 [2015-10-31 00:58:11 - Stage 13] The Marind Bell treasury is officially open! They have been given two keys to test out the land treasury format. For now they have been given instruction to not abuse anything they can find, without reporting it. Treasuries allow a host of potential abuses so there will be more formal rules once the four main lands have decided how they should be using them. Once this has been done other lands will get the treasuries. Congratulations to Marind Bell for attaining the chance! Ann. 3717 [2015-11-22 17:05:00 - Stage 13] For the Torch Contest reward Jubba has chosen a custom (and newly) coded item that has the ability to turn the weather sunny. (this is in line with the 'bringing of light' idea and I think it will see an interesting use in the future)

I gave +rep to Azull's post because of the bogus nomination thingie (john smith much?), but I don't think the event should be postponed. There are a number of nominees that deserve the awards for their play/work this year (maybe I'm just saying that because this year there are a number of new 'characters', so it isn't like a ceremony for the same people all over again) Rookie of the year: MaGoHi he was nominated already

won't tinker it anymore, here it is November was fading. Gloomy clouds, moving like a herd of bufallos on the celestial plain, were shielding the earth from the light. On the Plains of deceit, three small figures were wandering - blue shadows in a ash-green field. The children were out to play. Look, a beetle! said the boy, beding over a small creature. Startled - or maybe just shy, the bettle spread its flippers and flew away. You scared him, Asthir, said the girl beside him, with a giggle. You bug repellant, you! Asthir sulked, but he went on, searching for things of interest. Grasshopers jumped in his footsteps and small insects buzzed around him, their peace disturbed by this rowdy giant. Here and there, a poppy intruder emerged from the withered grass. The weather wasn't sunny, but it was still warm; oddly warm for this period of year. The smaller girl, a five-year old, holding a plush toy, stopped by a mullein and picked a flower. Leave that be, Sysy, said She of Stars. Why? I like it, replied Sysy, and walked further away, holding the yellow flower in her half-opened hand. Sysy, wait up, said She of Stars, annoyed. Stick to us, don't go too far. No, I can walk on my own, turned Sysy. You don't have to take care of me. She of Stars wanted to object, but thei attention was drawn to a whizzing sound. They raised their heads and Asthir pointed to a point in the sky. Look, a stag beetle! It was indeed a stag beetle, and it flew in circles lower and lower, until at last it set upon Asthir's hand, chattering its jaws fiercely. She of Stars screamed: Throw it away, throw it away! Don't let it bite you! But the beetle didn't bite. It just settled in the shaking palm, looking at the three with its red eyes, twitching its feet in an odd manner. They all gathered around, to see it better. The coal black bug looked like it was covered in steel plates, shining like blades out of their sheathes. It was big and didn't look alive, for some reason - but it was moving. Wow, I never saw one this close, said She of Stars. Let me see it, I wanna see it, too, cried Sysy. Asthir lowered his palm and Sysy chuckled, looking at the beetle. It shined like a dark treasure - or a brand new toy. She stretched her arm to grab it, letting the mullein flower slip. Suddenly, a gushing wind blew and threw them on the ground. When Asthir rose, he found no words to describe what was in front of him. He stood in wonder, while She of Stars and Sysy rose slowly. They weren't hurt - just got frightened by the sudden shock. When their eyes looked up, they saw a huge stag beetle, the size of a house, in the middle of the field, feeling really out of place. They blinked repeatedly and Sysy rubbed her eyes, but none would utter a word. Then, before they could speak out,a staircase slowly drove out with a swish, from the beetle's rear. It looked inviting enough, with ligh brown tuff stairs, but scary nonetheless. Asthir made a few steps in its direction, but someone grabbed his hand. No, Asthir, please! cried She of Stars. Let's go back! But...it's not dangerous, replied Asthir. Sysy grabbed him by the legs and wouldn't let go. And so they stood for a while, holding to each other in their own way and looking at the strange being. The beetle twitched, turned his jaws towards them - that looked like he broke in half - and his giant red eyes watched them. Then, it started to drive up the staircase, little by little. Asthir cried and rushed towards it. She of Stars grabbed Sysy by the hand and ran after him. The staircase stopped, rolled back and waited. Asthir peered into the inside of the machine, but only a diffuse light came out. He then made up his mind and with a frown climbed a stair. The girls followed. As soon as all three stepped on it, they felt drawn inside of the beetle's belly. The staircase slowly got them into a lighted place and stopped. Behind them, the aperture shut. Yet it wasn't fear they felt - but sheer amazement about the place. The floor and the walls were covered in light brown tuff and there were bright lights coming from lanterns hung up from the ceiling. On the right, there was a wooden counter, with mugs and glasses all over it, framed tightly by two big barrels. Behind the counter were shelves, going from ceiling to floor, with all sorts of drinks. Also, there were a few barrels of a smaller size, stacked upon each other, close to the wall. On the left, there were round tables surrounded by chairs, with napkins, glasses, plates with bites of food on them. The windows on the left wall had wooden blinds down, but it was hard to believe there was something else than hard rock underneath them. So why the blinds? A larger round table, with a small inscription on a side, reading 'Live Help Operator', was placed somewhat in the centre, closer to the bar. And at the end of this room, there was the contour of a door, but there seemed to be no way of opening it. Sysy rushed to a cube she saw under the big round table and started to play with it, while She of Stars and Asthir were moving about. She of Stars asked: What is this place? It looks like a tavern to me, said Asthir. But all the bottles and glasses are empty. Barells sound as being full, though, he said, knocking on one. Don't even think about it, Asthir! eyed him She of Stars. I wasn't, I was just... stating a fact. They heard a noise and quickly turned around. It was the cube Sysy found; she had tapped it with her fingers and a melody started to pour out, filling the room. A flame was kindled in the fireplace, just like that, and the room was getting warm. This place is fantastic! cried Asthir. She of Stars started swirling, with her arms wide apart, laughing. She soon got dizzy and rested on the wooden counter. There was a golden bell there and she rang it, amused. A drawer popped out from nowhere and she saw a curious book with no covers in it. It seemed to say a great deal about people from a distant past - maybe not even people - and it was a tale of struggle and journey into the unknown. She rested upon a page which had something like a map drawn on it - but it was an unfolding map, with its lines and points merging into other lines and points. It was growing and growing, ever larger, getting out of the paper, and her sight was expanding along with it, while Sysy played the cube, giggling. Asthir took a roundabout of the table, ignoring the pack of cards thrown carelessly near a pint, and approached a curious thing - it was a chess board, placed on a barrel. There were two chairs to its sides and Asthir sat in one. The chess figures were weird, as if sucked out of a dream, carved in a flickering stone. He took an aramor rook and placed it two squares forward. He chuckled, thinking it was the turn of his invisible friend. To his suprise, he heard a murmur and an aperture was opened where once was a closed door. Sysy and She of Stars heard it too and they came with their toys by Asthir. They decided to explore the next room.

isn't that the definition of success? besides, failing in this case will be a good lesson, and succeeding will be a nice surprise. or are you afraid it will prove another move with no consequences? (a.k.a lethargy continues)

I'm all for change and I'd like to see what this one brings. Good luck! However, weren't LR leading characters called 'consuls'? If I may ask, is there a difference between consuls and kings/queens?

Ungod, 250021

I'm staring at the online list of people and randomly click on names...and some of them work http://magicduel.com/players/Neno_Veliki http://magicduel.com/players/Mythrandir some not http://magicduel.com/players/Ryan_Delphus

Same here and...StoreNow links aren't working either...

indeed

so funny...as soon as I re-entered the East and got past the pub, I was drunk once again. But I swear I had consumed nothing, officer! Edit: not funny anymore. I keep getting drunk and then sober and then drunk again and then sober...withdrawal symptoms?