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Sigil of Rage – A magical sigil written in the Primal Tongue has been carved deep into your flesh, causing it to pulse with an unfathomable torrent of energy. When activated, Primal Rage suffuses your body, granting you +10 to Strength and Agility. While this ability is active, you are consumed by pure rage as your body is burned from within, dealing 10 points of damage per second. This ability scales per level.
Ascend Online took two different approaches in handling death penalties. In the normal scenario where an Adventurer died at the hands of a creature or another non-player character, a fragment of their spirit was left behind at the scene of their death, forcing them to recover their Soul Fragment, or accept a punishing loss in skills and experience. In the other scenario, when a player was killed by another player, instead of the normal death sickness, the dying player instead lost a small portion of their Renown or Infamy, depending on their moral bent. In contrast, the winning player received
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Feeling out of place as everyone began sharing memories of Fairfax, Molly and I did our best to stay out of everyone’s way, only to find ourselves actively drawn in and included. Despite only being initiates and members for a short time, everyone made sure to count us as one of the family, an experience the two of us found extremely touching. Up until that point, we had felt like outsiders, not yet having earned a place within the inner heart of the guild.
Soothing our minds after a battle or coming to terms with dying? “I got crushed by a statue yesterday, and somehow…I’m okay with it,” I continued while tapping my head with a finger. “No mental trauma or anything in here.” “It just doesn’t feel ethical,” Molly replied. “Soothing bad memories, I understand…but taking other memories away…that seems too much for a game to be able to do. We’re just playing this game for entertainment, not to have our personalities altered.”
Finding a middle ground between convenience and realism, the Auction House was one of the few places where the game allowed players to search for the items that they were looking for via a search menu displayed in their vision, rather than physically displaying the items on a stall or display like other merchants did within the city. While slightly unrealistic, it was the best compromise possible, given that the Auction House carried thousands, if not tens of thousands of different items. Putting each of them on display would have not only been a colossal task, but would also have made it near
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“Sir, your orders are nothing short of mass market manipulation; you will cause artificial shortages throughout the city!” I heard papers being shuffled ahead of me as the Auctioneer rifled through a pile of papers the man had just dropped in front of him. “Is that illegal?” the man asked, his voice taking on an impatient tone.
“Before Quinn showed up, the last time I had anyone come visit me regularly was a man named Thaddeus, at least before he passed on.” William paused for a moment as he searched his memories. “He was always curious to see how I was doing and if I had uncovered any useful tomes that could aid the war effort, or to collect any dangerous ones that needed to be quarantined.” “Thaddeus Denarius?” Molly voice echoed with surprise from the far side of the room as she walked up beside me. “The old Patriarch of House Denarius?”
“Time is relative to a computer program,” Quinn said with a shrug. “If there weren’t any players plugged into the game, what’s not to say that CTI just sped up the rate of time when compared to Reality? You know, like one second in the real world is equal to a day inside the game. If these NPCs are as real as we think we are, they could have let the world’s history write itself.”
A World Event has begun! Strife and Discord has consumed the city of Eberia, causing Eris to burn in the sky as a Lord reaches for power beyond his station. In his quest, he seeks to bring down one of the founding pillars of the nation, his hand forced by distant whispers in his ear. Unless the Lord is brought to heel, a new power will rise in Eberia with the morning sun, and woe to all who dare to oppose it.
“But that’s…that’s…completely unethical, though! How was that ever approved?!”