Terrorgrim

A thought just came to me and I think it sounds like a good idea. I'd like to see a wild dragon. I know there's a baby dragon planned in the update. But a fully grown one that randomly flys around some of the maps. Just the one, but you don't know where it'll turn up until you see the shadow of it flying overhead. Maybe over three or four of the maps in C2? Obviously this would be dangerous to anyone nearby. But it'd certainly keep people on there toes, and creat a little more excitement as any activity within the chosen maps would be that more dangerous. What does everyone think?

Wasn't sure where to put this sorry. I'd like to publish my Terrorgrim Stories on another forum, I just wanted assurance that in doing so I wouldn't be breaking the writers agreement or stepping on any toes, there's a chance I could make some money out of em. ALSO: Any budding writers out there, whatever your subject, I suggest you check out Helium it's a fantatic site!

As of yet I haven't posted them on any other sites. The stories are based on my Characters journey through EL, there are some references to the Curse of Mortos etc in them. Perhaps when posting I could add a 'based on the stories and concepts of Eternal Lands' underneath them?

Exactly, say the Dragons appears maybe two or three times a week? In one of three or four maps on C2. The events will be too rare to scare people away for good. And if the Dragon only picks one person to kill and then flys away it wouldn't be too bad....just bad enough to keep you looking over your shoulder! If it's in popular areas, even better! It means more people will be affected ie: Adrenaline rush, false alarms by players. Suspense and wonder lol

As opposed to the tame, domesticated dragon in the game? Lol, as opposed to one hiding in the cave. Wild as in it roams freely.

...rubbing his eyes...

Ok so it'll cost a pretty penny to buy the land, fair enough. But how much will it cost to actually build a house? Will it be bought, like a mortgage? Rented property or your own piece of EL outright? I think the latter would be best from a players POV. And then this begs the question....what are a advantages/functions of the houses? Can you lock your door? Will there be harvestable items inside? Maybe your very own storage chest (connected to storage, I think this would appeal to almost everyone). So many ideas, so little time! Any ideas?

I love this idea!! This is just the sort of thing I've been waiting to hear! One question, along with the mayor, will there be some sort of council of government to govern the city? Afterall, that much power in on persons hands will need keeping in line. I think the idea of some sort or council will keep things fairer, after all, with power comes corruption. Fantastic idea! Will be eagerly waiting for developments

Thanks for the info Cyprom. For the last part I need to refer to other guilds quite heavily, Bane would fit in well to this. Also a few more if poss to set the tone for the 'skirmish' that'll take place. Any volunteers?

Note to readers: All characters used in the writing of this story have given their express persmission to do so. Either on Forum or in Game. I have done my utmost to treat these characters with respect and use them responsibly in writing this story. - Oh and thanks to all who have been a part of this tale! Part III below, the final part will follow shortly! Happy reading!

I personally would have said that the overall responsibility lies with the bot owner. The players are the ones to create the bots, as well as being responsible for keeping them running, making purchases etc. Doesn't that mean that the player's should get priority over said bots? Simply adding a prefix to the bot name such as B_ would suffice, or perhaps even shop_ or trade_ if the bot is there for that purpose? EDIT: Long and short of it, the game is for the PLAYER and not the BOT. Players should be free to choose their name without worry of spam from a bot's custom. I don't see the harm in adding a short B_ to the beginning of a bot name. It would save players a lot of hassle if this became common practice

I like it. This intro definately tells of a much deeper plot, I can't wait to see where it goes. It's great to see mages/the magic school finally fleshed out for once! Keep going!

Too right! I've become a serious Tolkien junkie over the last couple of weeks, before that it was phillip pullman, thomas harris and mario puzo. Believe me it doesn't matter what genre you're writing in. You find your favourite authors and you can't help but feel their influence, that's the same for all...even those who aren't prepared to admit it! Keep it up, you're young but there is a talent there that is still developing. The fact that you have such a desire to write speaks volumes! You've already shown that you're prepared to take other's criticisms, which is more than some. Find a style comfortable to you and go with it, practice makes perfect, work at it and you'll get there!

This sounds like it has the potential to be a really interesting story and I for one want to hear the tale that you have to tell. Can't wait to see the first draft!!

Thanks Roja, hope I can do another for ya sumtime!

No Idea, don't get it in England anymore

Done now, I edited the one above to save on some space lol

Thanks for the edit, I'm glad you liked reading it, that's encouragement enough to keep going! There were just a couple of things I've just noticed that still needed a little tweak, the best example being a remnant of a previous edit where Mortos was imprisoned. Anyway, here it is, I think it's ready for submission now. Let me know what you think, I haven't altered any of your edits, I've just found a few of my own lol. ________________________________________________________________________ Fall of the Forest ***** Before Tirnwood and before the Great War, the land was at peace. The children of the gods - humans, elves and dwarves - all lived in harmony. The curse of Mortos had yet to touch them and Irilion was but a fairytale to be told to children by the fire. It was during this time that the Forest of the Spring came into being. It began with the planting of a single acorn, a thing most precious to the wandering elf who carried it. She was still young by elf years. Born in Tarsengaard, she had grown weary of her life there and her curiosity had taken her over the border, toward the Elavro Mountains. Carefully, the young Elf turned the soil and planted her treasure at the heart of the small hole she’d dug. With love, she gently patted the earth until the seed was buried. It was with such love, this simple act of kindness, of creation, that it caught the attention of the gods; two in particular, Aluwen the goddess of protection and Mortos the god of Attack, or war. Aluwen, who’d watched intently the Elf and her actions, blessed the acorn. She herself gave it health, protection and a blessing as such that when the small elf once again returned, the area was now a lush, green forest. This was the birth of the Forest of the Spring. For hundreds of years it stayed under Aluwen’s protection for the goddess loved Draia, the lush greenery and the colourful fruits it provided to its children, and she loved above all else the elves, for the simple understanding of the world they lived in. Over time, the elves migrated from Tarsengaard, which was becoming increasingly overrun by man and his stone structures, and they moved into the forest. They pledged their allegiance to Aluwen and their magical haven, and they lived in harmony, taking an oath never to let the forest come to harm. But all this time, Mortos had been watching intently. From his temple he’d seen all that had taken place, and, not wanting to risk open-war on Aluwen's blessed land, he’d been forced to watch in disgust at the actions of the young elf. The world is too peaceful, he thought to himself. Already the children are far too blessed! Over time, the wood-elves, or the druids, as they became known, built a temple in tribute to Aluwen. It was a simple enough structure, for they still held true to their pact with the goddess, a hut of sorts, with crude carvings of dragons to guard its entrance from troublemakers and naysayers. They built homes in the very treetops and lived their lives in perfect union with the forest, they gave it their protection, and the forest returned the favour, blessing them with rich crops, cattle to farm. It was as close to utopia as they had been. ***** Time passed, generations were born and generations passed over. Soon the origins of the forest, and the sacred vow made by its inhabitants, were lost under the deep blanket of time. It was at this time that an Elven woman, Adnama, a direct descendant of the founder, took leadership within the community. She too valued nature, but she also felt jealousy: she watched as the cities of men grew, great towns and cities were founded. Huge stone structures of majesty and power and pride were built. Tirnwood forest, founded by an outcast of their very own, had grown into a community and with it villages had also begun to show. Adnama began to feel that their temple, their forest dwelling, was fast becoming inadequate. This was a weakness soon to be exploited... It was at this time that Mortos decided to intervene. All these long years he’d kept watch over the Forest of the Spring, suffered the laughter and song, suffered also the worship and praise given to Aluwen for her continuous protection. Trapped by his own fear of all-out war with the gods, Mortos had no desire to openly interfere, or harm. But if he could possess one with his essence, he could definitely influence…. It was a young man whom Mortos chose to possess, a human friend of Adnama's from Tirnwood; his name was Celic. He appeared to her one day in the mountains to ‘seek her council’. He told her that the crop at Tirnwood had failed that year and that a local priest had said it was a curse wrought from the Goddess Aluwen. “A curse?” Adnama had replied in shock. “Aluwen does not curse, she blesses, she protects all Draia’s children!” “I think not my lady,” ‘Celic’ had replied. “It is said that we have not paid due tribute for her protection. There is but enough left from last season to see them to mid-winter. I fear many will die.” Adnama was troubled deeply by this news, her beloved goddess Aluwen was ready to kill the Tirnwood inhabitants? For this she would not stand. “The only solution I can see is to bow to her in worship Adnama,” the man went on. “That we already do Celic. We have a temple…” “I mean no disrespect, but that is not a temple. It is a mud hut.” Adnama returned to her beloved forest troubled and with haste, failing to notice that her ‘friend’ looked very content as she left…. ***** At the next council meeting within the Forest of the Spring, Adnama brought to their attention all she had learned and it equally troubled them all. The ‘mud hut’ remark was also brought to their attention, along with a plan drawn up by Adnama. Already a keen crafter and manufacturer of clothes and tools, she planned to build a grand temple of stone with which to honour her goddess, lest the same fate should befall them, and with it, a proud stone town among the trees to call their own. “But we have no room! How can we build such a monument?” came the reply of one individual. And so it was decided then that some of the trees should be removed to make way for the new city, and work began immediately. Trees were felled here and there: stone was brought in from all over the continent as the Druids laboured tirelessly in an effort to complete their new project. And all the while Mortos watched from his temple, and he was pleased. The project was into its second year when the change was first noticed. One of the trees of the forest was bare. The discovery, made by an elven child, terrified him. The leaves were of red and brown, and were scattered at the foot of the tree. The council saw this as a sign that their efforts were too slow, and so they hastened. At the end of the second year, with the project nearly completed, winter came. Now you, the reader, may think this no strange thing. But to the druids, the sacred wood-elves of the forest, it was something new. Never in the history of the Forest of the Spring had there been a winter, nor had there ever been ice, or snow. Fruit no longer grew, the animals took shelter, and the forest changed. Spring eventually did return to the forest, and by the time it did, it was done. A proud monument to Aluwen stood in the forest, a temple taller than any before. Flanked by Stone Dragons and Angels, and lined with tall, proud pillars; it stood as an exquisite example of elven craftsmanship. The town around it, white stone buildings, shimmered in the fresh new sunlight of the season and the council members were pleased. This shall please Aluwen, Adnama thought, looking upon the majesty of her temple, but it did not. Summer never came to the forest that year. After but a few weeks of spring, the leaves of the trees browned and curled once again. Again the paths were littered with dead things. Dead nature. Aluwen had watched, all this while, as her followers had desperately scrabbled around toppling trees to make way for bulky and vain visions of their own making. Her love for the elves, her great passion for their well-being, had died, and with it, so too had the forest. Some fled. They saw the doom that they had blindly wrought on themselves and panicked. They spread to all the far reaches of the continent to start anew, without the protection of their goddess, naked for the first time. Adnama and a handful of others had stayed. Adnama herself had always been steadfast. She was, after all, their leader and she was determined to put things right. Packing a small bag of belongings, she headed for Tirnwood in search of Celic, and the truth. Seeing this angered Mortos. His plan had worked perfectly, with one exception: the hope that was left in the hearts of those that remained. In anger, he commanded upon them legions of his worst reckonings, and so Orcs and Goblins appeared in the forest. They swarmed over the mountains like ants on a hill. Coming from every direction they burned and pillaged, and left none alive that they met along their way. The screams, it is said, could be heard further than the flames could be seen in the sky. All around, the buildings burned and crumbled. The one curiosity, Mortos thought, was that through all the fire and destruction, still the dead trees remained…. Adnama returned unsuccessful to her home in the hope at least that some would be there to greet her. The vision she came upon instead nearly drove her to madness. Crying and shaking, she cursed Aluwen, and she now cursed Mortos. Having met with her friend, he’d told her of what had taken place, how he'd felt the very essence of Mortos overrun him like a parasite. And she’d known then that she’d been utterly deceived, to the cost of her people. Originally she intended only to stay long enough to bury her kin, but after calming, she made with herself an inner peace. What was done was done. After hundreds of years, she now was all that remained. So why leave? Instead with neither hope nor love left in her, Adnama sentenced herself to a long and lonely life as the sole inhabitant of the forest. She remained lest people should forget the tragedy that befell her forest, the dead forest, no longer the Forest of the Spring, now and always, the Forest of the Fall.

I know it's a long shot so pls don't state the obvious anyone. But how achievable would a skill like falconry be in game? I've just been looking through Roja's impressive artwork again and I love the screenshot of the falcon in flight, could be a handy skill.

Thanks for the advice, it's great to hear that there are people enjoying my work. And more advice you may have please feel free to share. And now I've finished my other tale, part III should be on it's way shortly!

Shoot down my falcon? Hmm, not something I'd considered I grant you that Now this is the kinda thinkin that makes the world go round!

Thanks Acelon, that encouraging As it's my first official story, can anyone give me a rough idea of how long it'll take to be approved and moved onto the pinned forum?

The Council of Sage's has now been active for nearly a week, basing itself on democracy, the guild itself puts control in the hands of the members in the form of majority vote on guild matters. We work very closely with our 'sister' guild CATS as well as contributing what we can to others in game. And above all, we do our best to make even the most menial EL tasks FUN. For any more info either click the link below or PM Drkhwk, Terrorgrim or Detrak in game. See you all in game!