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Timeline: 17th Febuary 2200 EST
Location: Trouble peak trade district inside of the red sands arena
Participation: All who wish the chance for glory and riches!
The blood can be smelt from the highest reaches of the stadium, as it soaks the sand. The smell of feces is almost as bad, the blood soaked and wound ridden bodies are all over the area as servants move back and forth carrying the bodies to a cart to be wheeled off, while another cart filled with sand is used to cover the blood up so as to prevent the next warriors from slipping on the blood soaked sand.
The emperor rises as the last few shovels of sand is spread and the last cart carrying bodies departs, and raises his hands, as the clamor from the crowd fades to silence. Once the silence is so deafening that a single pin dropping on a sheet of metal could be heard by all, he proclaims in a thunderous voice as it reverberates through the arena. “Men and women of these realms, i warn you, the battles previously were merely for entertainment of all, the real battle is about to begin!” He lowers his hands and waves it across the arena towards all of the spectators.
“The real battle will be a battle of only the finest slaves, found all across the realm, the warriors it took many times their number to subdue. The bandits who could not be killed and only captured! The band of warriors who would only submit because they faced a massively overwhelming force.” The emperor snaps his fingers, and a servant hauling a cart filled with a massive pile of coin, a very fine set of armour and an exquisite looking weapon along with other things, comes walking out and parades the cart around before moving back inside. “The winner of this tournament will receive this prize, along with HIS FREEDOM!” Raises his hand triumphantly and the crowd begins screaming. “LET THE WARRIORS BEGIN THEIR BLOOD THIRSTY VENTURE FOR FREEDOM!!!!” He roars, and the crowd begins frantically screaming in pursuit of his words.
The gates raise and groups of slaves bearing separate markings on their armour begin walking through the gate frantically looking around at their competitors along with gawking in awe at the stadium around them. A hush befalls, and the emperor holds out his hand, and slowly extends his thumb towards the ground, and one of the slaves immediately rears his hand axe back and releases it with all of his might at the nearest opponent.
The Emperor sends an invitation to the realm
The Emperor, Sycaria, would like to welcome you to his greatest spectacle, of violence and competition, glory and honor, and the rights to a massive pile of treasure to the winner.
The great emperor will be bringing some of his finest slaves from all around the realm to fight, and one will have the right and privilege to win his freedom, with a very sizable fortune!
Sequence of events
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Participants will arrive at the arena no later than 10 minutes after the start of the event.
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First event will be a team fight 4v4 (groups may self-identify)
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Second event will be 2v2 (pairs may self identify, GM will pair up leftovers)
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Third event will be a 1v1 of the last team standing, with a prize being awarded to the winner.
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Fourth event will be a meat grinder. Rules as follows, the winner of the final 1v1 will get the first chance. They will be paired in a 1v1 vs a random player. The victor will remain in the arena with no opportunity of healing, besides bleeding wounds and broken bones. The first participant to win 3 fights consecutively will win the prize.
Rewards for the meat grinder
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1x 100Q weapon of choice
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1x q80 t3 armor set of choice
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50x gold coin
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2x building kit choice of region
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60x 100Q flux
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An armor stand placed on the outer edge of the arena with the warriors name, to be recognized for all time.
Rewards for the 4v4-1v1 bracket
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1x Q90 weapon of choice
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1x Q90 set of T2 armor of choice
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35x gold coins
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1x building kit choice of region
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24x 100Q flux
Notes
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Death is inevitable. Prepare to die.
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Bring any weapons you desire
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Bring any T1 or 2 armour you desire (skins removed)
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Potions, preps and poisons are not allowed.
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Looting of other players tombstones is not allowed.
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Rewards will be delivered to the winners claim.
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Alignement reset for any players who choose.
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Hello everyone, find below details concerning a GM Event scheduled for Sunday, 10 FEB 2019 at 2000 EST
SCENARIO
The rain sheeted down across the path, and the horses pulling the caravan's carts slipped and stumbled in the mud and flith. The lead driver squinted through the rain, trying to keep the road in sight through the deepening gloom. Every bump made him wince, his cargo of siege equipment, and explosives so volatile that he was sure they'd detonate and kill him and his companions at any moment. The dark closed in, and the rain intensified - he had to trust his horses to find their path as stopping was not an option. Not here, the lands had become violent of late, bandits, tyrants, usurpers and opportunists had taken to blood-letting to solve their differences. He gripped his reins tighter, alert for any deviation in the horses stride.
A howl cut through the rain and the night air, something big and dark flashed passed his cart, and his horses were suddenly veering off the path, screaming and trying to pull away from something. His cart jarred crazily and the horses begin shrieking in pain. More shapes darted passed his wildly jostling cart and suddenly he was flung from his seat, the cart over-turned as the horses were wrestled onto the ground amidst, yips barks and deep wet animal growling. The rest of the caravan was in chaos, screaming men and horses, curses and the eerie silence of his assailants.
The driver was just getting to his feet when he was thrown away from the center of the careening horses and carts by a thunderous explosion. One of the carts detonated violently, and men and horses were flung dismissively to the ground. As he slipped into darkness, he could hear the sounds of tearing flesh, deep predatory breathes and whimpering voices. All of it amidst a strangely silent tableau and as his eyes rolled back in his head, he had the impression of yellow-pinned eyes flickering in the fires of burning carts and flesh.
He came to suddenly, it must have only been seconds - but his attackers, giant Northern Wolves, were still busily eviscerating wounded horses and crying men.He rolled to his stomach and rose to his knees, taking in the scene with blossoming resignation.The wolves were big, and lean - clearly hungry and clearly aware they were the apex predators in this engagement. A monster of a wolf, all black and yellow eyed, with blood and human detritus mashed into its muzzle held his gaze across the body of one of his horses.He sighed, and the giant wolf, the Alpha, padded slowly through its subordinate wolves and glared at him, a low growl rumbling from its throat. The other wolves stopped eating, forming a loose circle around the driver and their Alpha, waiting to see how the driver would respond to the challenge.
The driver winced, he could feel shattered ribs grinding in his chest and he knew that he wouldn't be leaving this clearing alive. Holding the gaze of the Alpha, he calmly drew a dagger from a thigh scabbard and used one of its leather straps to tie the knife to his hand in a fist. He glanced around, noticing a broken iron spar from one of the wagon wheels and he used the other strap to do the same to the spar.So armed, he agonizingly rose to his full height, a family prayer whispering from his lips.
"Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day."
As the words ended, the driver looked up into the rain, letting the cold water refresh him, before settling his gaze back on the Alpha.In response, the Alpha growled and let loose a wrenching howl.
The driver looked down once more "Live and die on this day"
and charged.
DETAILS
- Players will see a claim pop up on the live-map indicating the event location in its name.
- At the time indicated in the subject line (2000 EST 10 Feb 2019 - the monument will be removed.
- The caravan will be free for looting - provided would-be plunderers survive whatever is left of the wolf-pack, or any explosives that sympathetically detonate due to the fires that are raging, or the crazed driver (should he have won his fight with the Alpha).
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If the driver has survived his fight with the wolf, he may be rescued (moved to a friendly claim monument) for a reward.
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The driver has been stranded, wounded and starved (and maybe partially eaten) - so to calm him down enough so that he can move and be rescued you will need to accomplish the following:
- Provide Q80+ food items to give him energy to move with you.
- Provide an alcoholic beverage to calm his nerves (he only likes spirits - the wrong type will make him an angry drunk)
- Be given a few bandages to bind his shattered chest, and mauled flesh.
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The driver has been stranded, wounded and starved (and maybe partially eaten) - so to calm him down enough so that he can move and be rescued you will need to accomplish the following:
- The driver can also be executed (he is an unsavory character with a shady past) and his head can be turned for a much LARGER REWARD.
RULES
- Normal server rules apply (open PVP event)
- Siege Equipment may be used at/against the event site ONLY (same as a resource node)
- There will be no overt GM involvement other than the survivor (if he survived) (though they'll be watching)
- EVENT SPECIFIC RULE - whichever individual is perceived to use the "best" RP during the event will have 1 gold coin deposited into their inventory by a GM (via RCON). Good luck!
REWARDS
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Caravan Loot
- 50 warfare kits (assortment of small/med/large)
- 400 Q80 Fire arrows
- 300 Naptha Q80
- 150 Naptha Pots Q80
- Currency (50,000)
- 200 Explosives Q80
- assorted other supplies//ammunition
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Rescued Survivor
- 30,000 reward
- location of a secret stash (value is secret....)
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Executed Survivor
- Head is worth 60,000
CLOSE
This event should provide a lot of flexibility for play styles and interaction - the idea is that you, the players, decide how the scenario plays out.
Work together, kill each-other outright - make deals, break deals, manipulate, deceive and betray, or perhaps even peacefully collaborate.
It is your LiF (pun intended)
Enjoy,
Skorri
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The riddle for the location of the exotic trader.
A long voyage it was, and late did i land as i looked forward to the setting sun, over a gleaming ridgeline. My boat tocuhed the ground and i traveled towards that massive beautiful rock, the terrain became thick and my horses were exhausted.
I looked up at a spire of natural creation to see a blazing roiling light at the top. this should be a good place to set up. -
SCENARIO
The night is dark and the dockyards are bustling. A lone ship approaches the jetty and docks. A man wearing exquisitely tailored clothing, gaudy in its ostentation steps off the hastily extended gangplank and surveys the area. He pauses to inquire of the dock workers and hangers on that crowd him while gesturing for the help to have his cart moved from his ship. His menials harness a beautiful stallion to the cart and he begins his sauntering journey into these new lands. As he begins to move, the cart rocks on the uneven joint between dock and land and sets the cargo to clanging and jostling. The man snorts, annoyed, before spurring the horse to carry on. He doesn't notice that one of the restraining ropes has broken free, and the concealing tent flap briefly reveals the warm golden light of luxury goods and the finest ores and equipment money, and influence, can buy. The exposure is brief, but those who see gawp in awe, imagining what further riches could be concealed inside.
SEQUENCE
- 2300 EST, 25 Jan 19, the event will begin.
- The location of the trader will be announced in the form of a riddle at 2100 EST, 25 Jan 19 on Discord, and in game via server announcements..
- at 2250 EST, the exotic trader will begin setting up the trade area.
- The trader will then conduct trades on a "first come, first served" basis for a period of 2 hrs.
- At the end of the trading period, the trader will pack up, and disappear into the forest.
DETAILS
- The event will begin at 2300 EST on 25 Jan 2019.
- Surprise! The trader's location will only be indicated via the riddle - you can trade, if you can find him.
- This far, no further! The trader will set up a perimeter of totems. Inside this perimeter NO PVP will be permitted. This is to facilitate trading. PVP may not "carry over" into the "safe-zone" created by the totems. It is a wall for all intent and purpose.
- The night is dark and full of terror! Normal server rules for PVP apply OUTSIDE the perimeter of the totems. You may be slaughtered at any time up until you cross the boundary of the totems to the trader. As soon as you exit the totem perimeter - you may be attacked immediately.
- "I'm just browsing" Players must tell the trader what they are interested in purchasing once they reach the trader site, he will then tell them if he has what they seek, and in what quantities and price.
- It is a hard-knock life. Players may be looted if killed, and all loss is at player's own risk.
CLOSE
Hope to see you all out there - for as long as you all are able to last.
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2 minutes ago, Olympus said:
Were gonna need some ID verification for this
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Welcome everyone,
We would like to welcome everyone to the trade district for the wedding of Sir Philip and Moxy Mcraken.
Food, drinks, and festivities will be abundant after the event.
Gifts for the husband and wife to be are appreciated, however not required.
Festivities to include Club the Grouse (Bring your favorite practice weapon or fishing pole!), drunken knife fighting, and at the end a tournament!
Please remember to bring your weapons and Armour for the tournament (T2 or below).
Rewards will be abundant!
Including an alignment reset for those who have strayed to far down the dark path already!
Moxy has requested an armed escort to and from the trade district, any who assist may receive a reward!
Please RSVP below!
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Dear santa and your amazing elfs, i've tried hard to be good, i just have a very hard time with this evil and demented god pounding in my head... i'm very sorry for the times i've lost control...... If you would be so kind PLLLEEEAASSSEEE could i get a high quallity carpenters outfit!?
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**CALAMITY EVENT** - Viking Outpost Raids
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Posted · Edited by Raginwald Artor
Scenario
The water clips against the bow of the ship, the bearded man with his iron helmet stands high against the winds hanging from the ropes holding the sails open. The man stares sternly out across looking at the darkened landmass ahead lit up behind the dark night sky. The man hanging raises his hand and bellows a command, in response men begin running around and pulling oars out of the wood works and start rowing helping the ship move faster. The man in charge clenches his battle axe and grins pondering the loot to come. He looks down at the chests filled with gold, silver and Armour and weapons.
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