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How were you testing it? By letting others attack your pet first - and then saying all stop? Or just saying all stop when they are following or guarding you? This is so I can test it as well, and see if I get the same results.

I'm wondering if that's Friday today?

[Respect the Staff and Players]

- Respect the Staff and Players. No harassing, no name calling, no cursing, luring MOBs, impersonating staff or players, no griefing of any kind. Period. This applies to the forums as well. If you enjoy flaming others for fun or profit, go somewhere else.

Think it's about time to remind everyone on this shard of this one particular rule that has been ignored time and time again... how has it been ignored? Rumors, backstabbing, and total disrespect.

It has came to my conclusion - as well as other players who I've spoken to about this - that these have been going on for a long time now, but what has their answer been for it?

To just lay back and take it.. or to simply just ignore it.

I'm not one to sit back and take it - if things were a 'joke', why would it be kept behind one's back for over two weeks - then denied that such was ever said when another asks if this was true? If things were 'just friendly bantering' why do people speak of horrible things behind another's back when they didn't know - and even more didn't do anything to deserve such ill treatment?

I've reached out to players, I've respected them - only to be turned upon for something daft, one in particular for my getting upset over something that had been going around that was disrespectful to me.. they got angry when they were  never involved in the first place - and I hadn't even been angry towards them! What made it even more worse was the fact that when a friend asked them if what they told me was true.. they denied it.

So the next time you log in to the forums or in to the game today - I want you to please remember this one rule that people have seem to take for granted (that goes for even the older players of this shard...) and think twice before you spout off any sort of 'rumor' that you think is fun to spread.. or call others names behind their backs.

Eventually someone will find out.. someone who has the intelligence to keep things logged just in case.. and I'm certain the last thing anyone wants to do is get in trouble for something they considered 'fun' and 'harmless' - because in all reality, there are people that take offense to that 'fun' and 'harmless' stuff, more than you all know, and those people are within this shard right now..

Respect the Staff and Players!

Please remember this is tonight folks!

[*SMACK*]

Drip.. drip.. drip..

"Rain.." Fenrir's eyes slowly opened just enough to peek out the near-by window, shifting beneath the covers of his tavern bed as those emerald eyes saw the extent of the weather that was outside those wooden walls. So it had decided to finally rain? What a lazy day this was going to be...

Drip.. drip... drip....

Why did it feel like everything was going slower? More quietly? The scene was hazy those the wolf's eyes as he soundlessly slipped from beneath the covers and onto the wooden floor, wearing a simple pair of leather leggings with those same white bandages covering the lengths of his arms.. though now however his ebon fur had shed and been replaced with a thick  coat of rich, velvet brown that glistened when the faint light from the windows touched against his numb body.

"Leave!"

Ear pricked, he turned his face around quickly - had that been a voice?

"Ha ha ha!"

Fenrir whirled around and pressed his back against the near-by brick wall in the middle of the room with those eyes wide, looking intently around the room - for the voice had seem to came from everywhere!

Spectral moans enveloped the entire tavern, everywhere.. and somewhere, distinctly there'd be a click and the swing of the door opening and closing..

It was as if he were in a nightmare as he thrust himself through the door and slid down the secret passage that led straight into the tavern lobby, knocking the secret wall open and stumbling out to the floor.. though that didn't stop him as he threw aside the snowy curtains with laughter chasing him from behind- only for the front door to swing open in front of him.. conveniently?

Almost there! Just put a hind paw through the doorway and..

*SMACK*

The blow of the door closing on his face when he looked over his shoulder made Fenrir reel to the side and fall into the soft emerald grass below, though he didn't stay in a daze for too long - because the chilled rain began to seep into the depths of that thick fur, making him quiver and shock his body awake..

Gasping for breath as he rubbed his poor nose the wolf would slowly sit up 'pon the grass and glare towards the doorway, for finally he realized there had been no reason to panic - exhaustion and being caught off guard had made him vulnerable to the new spook that haunted the Moonscape tavern that had yet to be of any harm.. 'cept to his poor nose..

Perhaps it was time to put out posters that asked for help in this matter- though who would be adventurous enough to try and calm the spirit that was spooking the tavern..? Fenrir would make sure that the prize for such an effort would be grand to those who tried.. and succeeded.

I was about to say do you have any -# faster casting equipment on? I never thought it made the bushido skills take longer to cast however...

Take off that armor/weapon if you do have it on, then cast and see if that helps any.. :3

The tavern had opened without a single problem, and though it was disheartening to see that only two people had entered upon the opening time - half an hour later he almost had too many customers to contend with!

Yet, for all that had happened that night, the fun they had and the oddities that had occured.. Fenrir felt a small hole inside of him when only two came the next day, and a few random visits over the next few days. However, inside he knew he was to blame - he hadn't been announcing the tavern was open. His most recent 'injury' contributing to a rather battered wolven when he had tried his hand at hunting the night after the tavern opened.

Laying there now, no one would probably see the wolf within his own room at the top floor of the Moonscape Tavern.. and it was for a good reason as to why he had retreated here!

Bloodied, battered, and sore to the point of muttering jailable words he would rest upon the throne in the corner with a bowl of warm, clean water on the table to his side- accompanied with a large tin of beige salve and a canister of what looked to be brown powder. He hadn't muttered any words of this hinderance to his friends for the exact reason he hid himself from the world when his robe was shed and tunic cast aside..

Wounds in all shapes and sizes, from bruises to claw rakes, and even bite marks upon his forearm from where a dragon had decided to see if wolf was as tasty as cattle.. no one couldn't see it beneath the ebony fur that covered his entire body in it's thick warmth, but someone would most certainly question just why his arms were completely wrapped within bandages, as if he were some sort of mummy.

Thankfully it was only his arms that suffered such atrocious wounds.

His mastery of the healing arts however would not comfort this wolven, for Fenrir found it frustrating when he tried to use his own dextrous paws to stitch up his wounds- catching his own fur in the process, often leaving him to give up in frustration unless it was absolutely necessary.

Being a wolf however and living in the depths of nature's glory, he had been taught of herbs that could help one's wounds remain uninfected as they recovered, and help slow or even stop bleeding in it's tracks. Though it would not help soothe the pain entirely.

And such pain haunted him in his every step, hiding it behind those glistening forest green eyes as he talked and helped his friends.. always there, ever waiting..

Fenrir stopped wrapping his bandaged arm and listened intently to his surroundings..

What was that on the very edge of his hearing? It sounded like someone was downstairs.. at a window?

Slowly he tipped his head back to gaze down out the window that settled behind his throne, and immediately grasped the diamond bladed staff that glimmered by his side - for his eyes met nothing but darkness within darkness.. with a pair of sapphire eyes looking around curiously as they glanced calmly into the darkened windows of the tavern.

No sound was made as the window lifted and Fenrir got into place - half out of the window, bladed staff in hand.. the silent fall and landing of the wolven that now stood tall beside the figure, white bandages covering the length of both his arms with bladed tip pointing at the figure.. other paw gripping the base of the staff..

The figure turned suddenly and a look of fright filled those chilling sapphire eyes as the diamond blade found it's way right between them!

.. but there was no satisfaction to be had! For the figure disappeared in a puff of smoke right before his wide emerald eyes, and evil laughter could be heard within the chilled air that Fenrir now stood in; unprotected and vulnerable.

He knew it had been too easy, it had to have been a trap - he couldn't have been that careless! Where was he now? Where was he hiding?

Fear turned to rage in a heart beat, and with Fenrir's senses in over drive the sudden streak of fire that was aimed at him from his side was knocked straight back at the source- straight into the figure himself! Oh the shriek of surprise that met his ears! He would've enjoyed it more if he hadn't been in a frenzy and charged straight at the figure, who's hood had fallen when he recoiled from the fireball only to reveal.. someone other than Leyrio?

Who was this person? He wasn't who he had expected him to be...

He didn't care now, immediately he swung around the staff and slammed it into the shield that had been raised before him, the diamond blade tearing a gash straight into the metal before he swung around and thrusted it straight ahead, nailing his target through the shoulder whilst left paw pushed aside the blow from the mace with utter ease.

All he could think of was killing his tormentor, slaughtering him for all the pain he had caused him- and he howled with feral blood lust as he was rewarded with a cry of pain from his antagonist when he withdrew the blade, only to turn quickly over his right shoulder in a twirl.. and planted the blade square into the figure's chest!

Right through the shield, through both arms, and the plate mail chest piece that had been there to protect him. The blow backed with all his anger, all his strength, the years of silent rage that had built up within him...

Armor meant nothing as the figure slowly slid back with stunned eyes, and collapsed upon the ground in a heap behind the wolven, who remained stone still, breathing hard, eyes closed - trying to regain his composure and silence the rage that had absorbed him..

Though in the distance, something more chilling than a wicked mage would be watching the battle, and a low guttural chuckle of glee would slip from the darkness,"Soon young wolf.. soon you will be ready."

I've only been here for a month and a half, and am so truly glad to call Sylvan Heart home!

*hugs Acacia and the rest of the shard!*

Having met some of the most generous, most quirky (in a fun way of course) people here.. it all blends together into the world we come to almost everyday, where we make friends, have fun, and share in the occasional evil cackles of glee when another dies.. before heading out to help them if they need it.

Sylvan Heart FTW babeh! Yea~!!

Thank you for sharing this, I didn't know that fact at all!

*puts down another reason to vote for SH*

[not]

The function of this skill is that, when inflicted upon your opponent, after five steps of movement or five seconds elapses, the target takes damage.

When I first had this skill on a new character, and used it - the five second elapse for damage worked - and he had 100 ninjitsu. Now that Fenrir finally maxed ninjitsu at 120 however, when he uses it the five second elapse for damage does not work.

No matter how many times I used the skill, they must move five steps before the duration passes to take the damage - just sitting there for five seconds doesn't do anything, and ultimately the skill wears off.

Bug or was a change made?

I really do not want to see a return of pets being the strongest player based things ingame again without a doubt.

I'll have to agree with Rithik on this one, I believe the socket and augment system is just fine as it is- with the exception of runes and the lack of a couple augment properties.

Also yes, Skynar you're right - use the universal dye tub and set the color to 'default' to return anything to it's original color.

Buttercup and Fenrir had just toppled over onto the floor together from her sudden shouting and pointing at something that had never been there - though imagine his surprise when Fenrir had said she just did that for fun when his eyes caught the glimpse of a shadow over the window behind her?

Instantly those feral instincts went into over drive as he thrust Buttercup back down onto the floor and reached under his cloak to bring out that bladed staff- the diamond blade glistening in the golden glow of the tavern.. the figure however stood there, and Fenrir could most definantly make out the hint of a smile upon the figure's black lips, pearl white teeth twisted in a crooked grin.

He lunged up onto the back of the couch, and vaulted straight at the window.. bladed staff in hand behind him, other paw reaching down to thrust open the window where he'd promptly stick out his head after - looking to the left.. nothing. Looking to the right.. nothing.

Where had he gone? He had been standing there till he leaped!

Fenrir's head slowly pulled back into the tavern, his own fatal mistake that evening as his emerald eyes met those of Buttercup's, for an intense pain shot through every ounce of his being - the world going black at that instant as he fell to one knee and dropped his weapon in his pain!

What she had seen that night was a dark, hooded figure that stood behind the window once more, gazing to her with cold, sapphire eyes and waving a dainty hand in the crooked parody of a friendly greeting before vanishing on the spot. Who was this figure? What did he do to Fenrir? Why?

They laid there together for some time, Fenrir trying his best to recover - and steadily doing so as he concentrated on his body's physical pain, dimming it, silencing it, trying to overcome the spike of pain that had torn through his body like he had been crushed by the weight of a boulder, and every lil joint of his body set alight with dragon fire... though when the white wolven muttered her words of power to heal his body of these aches - the glimmering aura, in their utter horror, bounced away from him and back onto her!

It was then that Fenrir realized he had been used once more as a toy in a crooked experiment, one that would raise the stakes upon his very own life...

Magical healing would no longer work upon him.

As of January 14th, this story line is now open to all players who wish to interact and help shape the outcome of Fenrir and his fight against not only his past and his weakness, but to the dark figure who mysteriously stalks him.

Anyone interested is encouraged to whisper Fenrir or Leyrio in the game, or message me via PM with questions.

Best of luck!

How long had he been writing? He could literally feel each poor muscle within his ebony furred paw! Though instead of aggravating  his cramped paw further he dropped the quill he had been writing with, sighing softly whilst settling the book he had been writing within upon the counter top.

That small space in his little world was part of a larger, more detailed dwelling; large wooden counter with walls flanking either side, separating a well stocked kitchen from a large common area, littered with seats, tables, and candles for future patrons to come and relax, to talk and have fun... where a stairway lifted to the next floor where he knew two rooms were at for tired (or perhaps the too-drunk-to-walk) could rent and rest, only to finish with another stairway that led to a more relaxing setting.

He leaned back ever so slightly, resting his head back against the wooden wall with a soft thump, ever the thoughtful wolven to be thinking of the progress of the tavern, ways to make it more fun- more exciting, and even to make it look better.. many bare spots still remained - though it seemed that nothing was able to fill those spots without looking horrible or out of place.

Then his thoughts turned to the night he awoke on the floor, chilled, alone, aching.. he still shuddered as he had felt so weak when he did - literally crawling to the near-by cabinet and rummaging within it to tend to his aches. What had happened? Why did it feel like winter within his own home - with both fireplaces still going?

Why did the words,'One day, pup, 'evil' will rise against 'good', and 'good' shall be sorry it had ever assumed that all 'evil' is truly evil.' ring so clearly within his mind?

Fenrir felt there was more to this 'random blackout' than there was being let on - never the less he now slept within the tavern that was coming to life rather quickly - possibly even being completed ahead of schedule! Though with each day that crept closer, he couldn't help but worry about everyones' reaction; Would they be interested? Would they visit regularly? Or would it be a complete waste of time?

A cramped paw reached out to the book once more, taking it within and sighing softly in frustration as he set back to work editing the menu for the tavern- he shouldn't worry so much, for they were just petty fears anyways.

Though he wouldn't have felt that they were so petty if he had noticed the dark cloaked figure that was standing patiently outside the western window, watching the lone wolven work within the presumed safety of the tavern... small smirk gracing his lips before turning away and fading into the darkness..

As an additional suggestion, make 'clothing' an option - I don't know if it's under misc., but some monsters drop way too much clothing as they do armor - hint being the orcs and their lovely thigh boots.