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Thumbs Up Happy Thanksgiving!
Posted by: Jeff - 11-26-2021, 01:52 AM - Forum: Fruity Rumpus General - Replies (1)

How did you celebrate?

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  [2.54b] Oh, Backbite me
Posted by: Kazzy - 11-25-2021, 02:11 PM - Forum: Bug Reports - No Replies

I was today years old when I discovered that Ghosthands-

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Don't interact with the Critter creature property that deals backdamage when hitting them with a fist type weapon or kick skill


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I don't know if this is intentional. But considering my ability to not proc riposte or other damage return, it seems like an oversight.

Reproduction:

Equip Ghosthands

Find Critter

(Rapid) Kick Critter

IMMEDIATELY REGRET THIS COURSE OF ACTION.

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  Dark Imbuen't
Posted by: sadbot - 11-25-2021, 12:15 PM - Forum: Balance Fu - Replies (4)

Dark imbue is getting quite outdated, especially since the changes to bonus damage. As it stands now, dark imbue is nothing more than a desperation move to scrounge up a little more hit for a painfully short duration, at the risk of losing momentum if the regularly resisted element in dark is resisted. The main two issues are:

  • The additional dark damage is not bonus damage and triggers resist momentum loss despite doing less damage, even with maximum investment, than many other sources that are considered bonus damage.
  • A three round duration. Very short for something as passive and basic as a hit buff and a small amount of extra damage.
I suggest simply that the dark damage be considered bonus damage, and the duration be increased from three rounds to four or five. There is also the option of expanding its use to some other weapons to make it a bit more usable, and just increasing the duration for axes to maintain its identity in the class.

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  A Little Black Book
Posted by: Pyro - 11-24-2021, 12:50 AM - Forum: Adventure Log - Replies (5)

A pocket-sized black book bound in leather and smelling distinctly of ozone and iron. The writing within is, unless otherwise specified, painfully neat. Almost like it was machined.

I. A reflection of self

    It has been approximately eight hundred and thirty-two and a half days since my awakening and somewhere drawing upon three hundred since I discussed with my sister the concept of writing thoughts in a journal. My dallying has taken far too long, and now it is time I put thought to pen, and pen to paper.

In these two years, the discovery of self has become my primary focus upon this green earth. I have tread every continent and dined upon its wildlife. Savored the flavors of their blood and the richness of their meat. I have breathed their air and listened to their culture from afar, an interloper in the guise of a god-blessed. I have been made witness to what it is that makes a man good and what makes a man bad. Seen the broken and destitute, and broken bread with the frivolous and rich. I have broken hearts and bones, and then mended them all the same. Played the part of a noblewoman and knight. Danced about in plate too heavy to be considered useful, that which I woke up within and have steadily soaked in my blood and sweat, and even the tears I still do not understand.

Yet, what do I have to show for it? Who was I, and who am I?

When I look in the mirror, I see the face of a corpse of someone I do not know, and will never know. I have seen someone with my exact features and felt fear, knowing that my existence is a farce cobbled together from the divine earth, a body taken from some street, and the blood of twelve beasts. I stand in a mirror and shape my expression like I see people wear when they are out living their lives. I smile and see the maw of teeth that will spell the end for years to come. I shed tears, and feel nothing. I contort my features in anger, yet I do not know what someone is supposed to look like while angry. I could squish them together and force my lips into a snarl, letting the world see all-consuming jaws that they rightfully fear. Yet, my face does not naturally contort so. Nor am I able to craft my expression into such. People are afraid to be angry around a pretty face like mine. Or my meek appearance. Or they are soothed. Or I stand at the back and watch. Anger is a feeling I cannot fully express, yet I feel it boiling within me like a great serpent that will inevitably uncoil and hurt someone I care about. I feel the joy of breaking someone's limbs soothe it. I feel the joy of having my ribcage shattered by a Dullahan, and that only causes it to rise higher and higher. I know not when it will reach its crescendo, only that my blood burns hotter and hotter and hotter, and my body continues to heal despite all the pain I endure. I broke my hand on Garrett's armor and it healed within the week. I thought that was the crescendo, but it was only an expression of my desire to inflict unadulterated pain upon another in the heat of combat. I wanted to stick my claws through his visor and let him feel the sting. Let him know sharp pain and not the dull clanging that goes through his body when someone batters that indomitable plate. But. I also like Garrett. I still have the flower from my second visit to Dormeho, when he showed me the park.

Yet, I also feel the same way for my sister. She towers over me. She trains me and has tended to me while I have had my body battered and my back broken. Lingering within, I feel a desire to hurt her and my other siblings. To feel them cower beneath me. Shiver. Shake. With pain. I know that pain is what they will grow from. Learn from. Every ounce of pain is a new opportunity to learn, to grow. Yet they are also not the vessels of change made of divine mud. I could hurt them and they would hurt for years. They could hurt me, and I would hurt for weeks. I feel my spellcasting grow more and more with my rising anger and desire to inflict lasting pain. The poison becomes stronger. The flames of death burn hotter. To see someone afflicted by my curses brings an otherworldly joy that nothing in this plane can match.

But there are still pains that sting even when the body is healed. The pain of the mind. Love is a harsh, addictive thing. I hate it. I hate it. I hate all these feelings. I hate human feelings because they cannot be controlled or healed like the body. I cannot drink a potion and make my longing go away. I cannot drink a potion and have a childhood. I cannot drink a potion and make my desire to cry and scream and shout go away. I don't know why I cry. I don't like crying. I can cry as I desire, but it doesn't make a difference. When I cry from feelings it stings and hurts and the muscles in my face twitch and I cannot stop them, and I cannot stop the crying when it happens. I do it when nobody can see so they won't know I am weak like that. I don't want their comfort. But I want their warmth. And I want their comfort. But they won't know how to help me. And I don't know how to help them. It makes my body numb and my limbs tingle when I see Red crying and I don't know what to do and I panic and I stop and I have to think and I don't have a solution. I can only hold her and pet her hair. I am afraid of people that cry.

That's enough. I hate this.


II. A reflection on Humanity

    In spite of my previous distaste for notation of my thoughts, I have decided to try once more, with a more collected approach.

During my time wandering the Six, I have been witness to all sorts of men, both good and bad. And every time, I must ask myself, what is it that defines good and bad? I have attempted to decipher this, but come to no absolute conclusion. For a time, I suspected that it may simply have to do with cultural standards. Yet, even that did not seem right. Delving even further, I tried to discover what makes someone 'bad' and someone outright 'evil.' Were a hero to do something deplorable, would they be considered evil? Or merely bad? Can you be good, and evil? Are they contradictory states of being?

When I look upon myself, and my own actions, where do I fall? I threw myself at the raging Dullahan Rodrick in Greilland to defend the injured lying on the ground, for they could not withstand their barrages as I could. Yet, I also derived excitement and overwhelming joy from having an opponent who would bruise the arm that wields my shield and shatter the armor I wore. Does this make me bad, to have gained something in the process? An understanding of self? Would I have been considered a hero, or just another adventurer seeking thrills? Or is this merely my duty, as one who carries a shield?

When I gazed into the empty eyes of the children on Lordwain, I felt nothing. I reached out and incinerated it without a second thought because I knew they were cruel, vicious mockeries of what an actual human was. I could feel eyes piercing my back as I stood before it, the entirety of the collective of adventurers watching me. And yet, none judged my actions, at least not outright. None took issue with the fact I did not hesitate to kill these children. Does this make me bad? Was I a hero for slaying the monster, 'evil' for not even registering them on my emotional radar?

What of when we saw their memories, and I felt a burning, deep envy within? To know that they had childhoods to enjoy. Parents that loved them. It made my rage bubble and boil and my blood heat like molten metal. And I desired nothing more than to crush their tiny skulls under my boot because I knew they could not stop me, and I could wipe their memories from this earth. But it did not make me feel any better about my own envy. I only sought to keep hurting them for existing. When they touched me, I felt disgusted. Like I had stuck my hand in muck and could not pull it free. I slammed my shield into its head so hard I felt bones crackle and snap, and that did not alleviate my feelings. I froze them and shattered them and doused them in poison, and even that did not help. 

I spoke to Connor later that day. I don't think he knows how I really feel. But he didn't think I did the wrong thing by killing them. And still, I have second thoughts.

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  Heating up Solar Lance
Posted by: InsainArcaneBirdbrain - 11-22-2021, 04:52 PM - Forum: Balance Fu - Replies (5)

Solar Lance is one of the few skills I don't think I've ever seen anyone use, probably due to the class it's in and how it tends to be entirely outclassed by other skills. Currently, it's a single target curate spear skill that caps at 130% swa, and delivers 100% fire atk after three turns if the target is struck with fire/light damage. The thing is though, priest doesn't really encourage spear use itself, and the delayed damage often means the target is dead before then in PvE, or gives the enemy time to pull out a red letter/Chun install to make your Solar Lance a moot point. Even if it goes off, 100% fire damage which is Def and DR reducible is kind of terrible, hence why it remains largely unused. The skill itself also requires quite a lot of rank investment for little gain (5% swa per rank).

While the damage could be buffed, I still think the skill itself remains a touch boring, so instead of that, I think the delayed damage status could simply cause the inflicted to lose (Solar Lance Rank * 2) Fire res. The main point of this is that the delay effect has an impact on the target other than just delayed damage, and would be a boon to the rare flame priests. At the same time, the effect itself plays into the supportive nature of curate, allowing Ally fire users to take advantage. 10% shred on a niche single target base class skill that lasts 3 turns isn't earth shattering by any means, BUT it'd put it on the radar as a legitimate and flavorful tool rather than a joke skill.

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  Lordwain Village Visit
Posted by: Fern - 11-20-2021, 08:30 PM - Forum: Adventure Log - No Replies

(This ICly took place before the scheduled day of the Childhood Coffin event. Part 2 will likely be posted a bit after the event. Credit to Cereza for helping transform Part 1 into storytelling, and any art that may be posted here later. Very helpful!)
 
Characters Featured:
Meek Umbral (Sashi)
Sinister-looking Priestess (The Alpha Bat)
Jackrabbit (Cereza)
Bladed Prodigy (BluStark)

PART 1
In the cross of the afternoon and the evening, four scouting 'adventurers' came towards the small plagued village in Lordwain, and though these four were mostly from four different walks of life and there for differing reasons, one goal united them that day: to seek out the source of the plague of the village, the force that was causing children to disappear into the night.
 
When they arrived, they found the village had people all across the place. They seemed to be working - carrying crates, food, and doing all sorts of other things. Some of the children that had not been lost to the wake of snow were scattered around the place, but they were held close to their parents and unhappy. Some of the families seemed stressed, to say the least, but the place wasn't as gloomy as one would expect.
 
The red-headed Prodigy that was ahead of the rest of the four rubbed at his arms to keep warm in the uncomfortable Lordwain breeze. "Why do I always forget to being my warmth enchanted gear? Being cold sucks..." He grumbled, though likely just to the two people behind him - as the fourth was lagging behind them. The similarly red-headed Jackrabbit behind him was rolling the sleeves of her jacket down, seeming relieved in brief that her sleeves were not fake, sewn to the jacket itself. "Could be worse." she commented ahead, "Could'a forgotten your clothes entirely, somehow." The Prodigy didn't even turn back to her, but the rest of them could feel he was slightly annoyed. "As much as Gracie would love that image, I'm sure she'd rather me be warm... right?" Though, despite him asking, there was no true response to it. The meek-looking Umbral behind him simply rolled her eyes at the conversation as a whole. "So, Kazuya said that things kept... disappearing here, and these people seem stressed out. Let's go take a look around, see if anyone's heard something." The villagers around them trailed their eyes to the adventurers, as if acknowledging them... though they seemed to be fairly reserved - at least, for that day.
 
The fourth, a darkly-colored Priestess who had finally caught up to them, spoke out from behind as they barely took a step forward. "I take it you're adventurers, here to investigate ahead of the horde. That should have been immediately apparent from how you're all dressed, in hindsight." She mused, though it didn't seem like the other three had really minded it. They all were the rather obvious adventurers, and didn't seem the type to try and deny that. "Would you mind terribly if we went in together? I have a stake in this as well." The Priestess had asked. The three responses were, well... a resounding yes. Nobody seemed like they'd want to deny a fourth - if the source turned out to be a danger.
 
The Prodigy moved onto the village, not straying too far from the group as he moved ahead - and the rest seemed just as eager to move on. The first they came across that was not too reserved, was a young boy of darkly-colored hair and blue eyes. He stood amidst the snow, his lethargic gaze simply staring into the white underneath. The Prodigy went afront the boy, asking: "Hey, are you okay? You're kinda just staring at the snow." and he perked up. "Oh, uhm..." The boy didn't seem to notice the group at all, caught clearly off-guard. Noting that the child said nothing back, the Prodigy attempted once more... "Hey, it's okay. We're adventurers. We're here to see what's going on."
 
The Jackrabbit behind him took another step forward, coming up next to the Prodigy - and keeping her hands out of her coat's pockets in an attempt to seem less suspicious. "Aye, we're here to help." She followed up, keeping a polite and casual tone to her voice in an attempt to keep the kid from being frightened. "If you don't feel comfortable, do you know any adults that might know what's going on a little bit more...? I know there's rules about strangers and stuff." She commented, as the Umbral hidden behind them was observing the boy, as if checking his physical condition. The young one looked sickly, but not i nthe traditional sense. It was more like his entire behavior, expression, and eyes lacked any of the light you'd normally expect from the common kid. It didn't seem like a magical of physical condition; he just simply... looked sad. "Uh..." and a bit shy, on top of that. "I-I.." He began with a stutter, before a brown-haired woman with her hair done into a ponytail stepped from a nearby house.
 
"Chris, it's time to ea--" she began to call, but was stopped short staring at the group. "-- Mom?" Chris said, seeming a bit startled - but more than likely it was because he was so long in thought earlier. The appearance of the mother seemed to momentarily put the Umbral and Priestess on edge, but while the Priestess remained quiet, the Umbral was the first to speak. "Hello. Sorry if we were interrupting, we just arrived here." she calmly said, and the Jackrabbit picked up behind her. "Howdy!" She said, sweating only slightly in her out-of-element place. "Uh, we're investigating the stuff that 's been going on here, if it's not to much to talk about or anything - or, uh... even a point in the right direction. I wouldn't want to interrupt dinner, very important, especially for growin' kids." Said, in only slight awkwardness.
 
Thankfully, the child's mother seemed not to be too unnerved by the group. "Ah... you're adventurers? I see. I guess everything that's been going down has become common talk after all. It's not surprising. The circumstances we're in aren't pleasant." She said, before coming over to her son and setting a hand stop his shoulder, looking back towards the group as she tilted her head and smiled. "So you want to help...? Is that true?" She giggled. "I don't think anybody would mind, really."
 
The Jackrabbit gently plowed her fist into her palm in a confident matter. "That's the travelling adventurer's job, innit? If nothing else, we can gather up a group'a people to come help clear it out." The Umbral was the first to thrust into helpful questions, however. "Yes. We were hoping to resolve it, but first wanted to gleam some details about the case. Is there anything you could share with us? A strange occurrence you might have witness, or a particular notable detail about those that have disappeared?" Chris's mother frowned some, glancing towards her child. "We've been trying to figure that out for some time now. We're not sure why, but many of the kids have been going through strange episodes. They seem to just stare at nothing, their eyes turn black... and the next day they just mysterious disappear. Some people say they've seen the kids wander off from the village before just vanishing, so we believe something evil might be pulling them in. We've been keeping an eye on our families to make sure they don't' disappear as well, but it's been a lot easier said than done."
 
As she spoke, Chris gritted his teeth and looked off to the side, seeming irritated by something, but wasn't explaining what it was. His mother, on the other hand, seemed to just know by looking at him and sighed. "I can understand..." the Jackrabbit commented on. "It's a big feeling of just wanting to keep them inside and safe with you, but knowing that you can do that without, well... the cons of doing that. I'm sure everyone's doing to best to keep everyone safe."
 
The umbral asked her next question: "Mm... so a force luring children in. Is there anyone in the village who has some kind of spiritual sensitivity?" Though, the mother gave an unfortunate response, "We do have people like that, but they've not sensed anything out of the ordinary." Which, the Jackrabbit followed up with another, "Do they wander in any specific direction out of the village?" which gleamed more hopeful answer from Chris's mother. "We barely have any leads, except some people saying that they've seen a few of the kids wander off north of the village. Our bravest people have gone to look around, but they haven't found any of them yet." and after, Chris repeated "North..." from her answer, for another reason there was no elaboration of.
 
"I don't know much else... I wish I did. But I want to say that I'm sure everyone here will appreciate your help, and that if you go look, be careful please." The Jackrabbit nodded to her. "We're gonna do our best, and if nothing else... we'll figure out something and be able to  grab more people to help." The rabbit then squatted down a moment, matching  as close as she could get to Chris's height. "Hey, little man... be brave, alright? We ain't gonna let nobody be taken anymore if it kills us. There isn't anything in the world that gets away with taking friends away like that." She'd said, in a moment of trying to bring a minor amount of hope - as if she'd had experience with a child of this age.
 
Chris had just been staring at the door that his mother came out of, and then suddenly said, "I'm going to sleep.", beginning to walk towards the house. On his way in, he simply grumbled, "Nothing gets away with taking friends like that? Say that to everyone just disappearing." and slammed the door shut once he entered. His mother just sighed, muttering his name under her breath in a defeated tone. The Prodigy, Umbral, and Priestess seemed a bit on edge from it, as if they believed that he was already coming under affects of what was going on... but the Jackrabbit just seemed to feel as if she'd just said the wrong thing to a dejected kid.
 
Though, truly, only the Umbral spoke of note after it. "Has he lost any of his friends?" The mother glanced down with a disheartened look on her face until she had processed the question. She gave the Umbral that same look. "Eight of them. His best friends." The Prodigy and Umbral spoke lightly in response, but the mother seemed not to listen, only going on... "I have been doing my best. I'm trying to support him, but... this all made him very sad. He was feeling bad when the first one left, and he felt all the worse with every single one that came after that..." She paused for a moment, before finally saying, "If you head over to the north, I hope it all turns out fine and that maybe you find something. And if you don't? Well... nobody will blame you."
 
The Prodigy just simply asked, as the Jackrabbit and Umbral let out their bittersweet comments. "How far north is it exactly?" The mother chuckled at the other comments, and then explained, "We don't know how far north they've gone, we just know some of them have wandered off towards the northern exit of the village. And... thank you. You are all very sweet for helping." She offered a gentle smile with a tilt of her head. "Really, I appreciate it, and everybody else will. I'll... go check on Chris. Good luck, and don't get hurt!" The Umbral and Prodigy nodded to her in response, before moving north, and the mother bowed before quietly heading into the house.
 
The Priestess followed them as they started their long walk, addressing the group. "Given that there was a heading but not destination, I imagine you all plan to start that way." She said, and then followed with the obvious, "Barring local landmarks, I'm sure you types would be able to detect something strange where village-folk would not." To which... the group didn't really acknowledge, only clarifying back the 'heading' of the expedition. However, before they could make it from the village, the group was suddenly interrupted by a little girl, no older than nine, staring right at them - seeming like she was just surprised. "Hello there, are you alright?" The Prodigy questioned, given the oddness of the children in the village. "Um... just a bit scared, I don't wanna leave... are you going to help us?" She asked in return, which the Umbral nodded softly in response. "We are."
 
Suddenly, the girl's demeanor brightened as she beamed up. "Wait, you're really going to help us?! Really?! Really?!" The Jackrabbit gave the next comment, with a brief chuckle. "As much as we possibly can." The girl then just shouted in cheer, and began jumping around as if all the energy was coming back to her. She runs up to the kid next door and explains: "The heroes are here! The heroes are here!" In which, the kid just kind of stares awkwardly, but then raises his eyebrows. "Huh...?" It looked like she was spreading the word.
 
The Umbral tried not to giggle too much at her excitement, a smile crossing her face. "Just make sure to stay close to home, okay?" She called out to the kids. "Let an adult in the village know if you see or hear anything!" Though, it seemed as if she wasn't listening... because within a few moments, the little girl returned with a whole crowd of kids. She placed a fist on her chest, smiling proudly. One of them called out to the group, "We're supporting you! My name is Reilly!" - and then the other kids did the same! "And mine is John!" - "I'm Lucas, nice to meetcha'!" - "My name's Annie!!" - "GOOD LUCK!!!" They all cheered simultaneously, and it seemed like they were fine to get going with the kid's well wishes.

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  [v2.54b] Doormats? More like Wallmats.
Posted by: Boomkiller - 11-20-2021, 05:33 PM - Forum: Bug Reports - Replies (3)

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I would like to notify that, all of the doormats that are in-game are treated as a dense tile.  Please make it so they aren't dense tiles, I would like to move in and out of my house and not stay in my front yard like an idiot.  

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  Elementally challenged [trait]
Posted by: Lolzytripd - 11-18-2021, 09:19 AM - Forum: Suggestions - Replies (4)

Basically a trait that reduces elemental attack gained from all sources, but increases the actual bonuses from  the stats themselves

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  Goblin Race
Posted by: Poruku - 11-18-2021, 08:21 AM - Forum: Suggestions - Replies (1)

There is a seriously untapped market in this game for goblins considering there already exists goblin enemies.

A few ideas:

Lore:
Some goblins are PCs, other are stupid grunts. Why? Did we misunderstand them?
- Blessed by Isespia = smorter
- Half-goblins (dunno if this one's a good idea)
- You can awaken a goblin's intelligence with X process, like maybe goblins are made the same way as the black beasts and with enough magic mud or other components they can be "improved"
- Goblins who go into dark zones get smort?
- If a goblin is born under the right constellation, month, etc, it can awaken?
- Maybe we just didn't give them a chance before now :^) and the empire would cull their populations as they are classified as monsters, but now goblins are starting to detach from the old tribes for x reason. This could be an interesting point of racial tension
- A celestial event caused some goblins to become cool(er)

In the end, I think there needs to be some shift to the entire lore around goblins for this to fully make sense and transition. Developping what they are, or what they were before whatever change would occur to make this an interesting race. I think a lot could be gained from it especially since I don't think goblins overlap thematically much with any other race in the game.

Were goblins created for a purpose? To build a really tall tower perhaps?

Racials ideas:
- Bonuses to using alchemical items like bombs and maybe the more niche ones like strange liquid
- Small size = more evasion, can hide behind objects?
- Ability to enter the tile of an ally
- Bonuses to sneaking
- Nerfed version of earth child
- Some earth spell, like mud skin or something
- Regen life when standing on grass, mud or stone?
- Summon a single goblin mercenary in pvp :^)


Traits:
- Pillage one more gold bar from chests?
- Bonuses when fighting with other goblins!
- Something about shamanism. Consuming spirits in combat perhaps
- Ability to bribe human and goblin enemies to make them join you!
- Bonus to goblin mercenaries? Maybe that's going too deep, but I like the idea of goblin "pack tactics" being at play
- Using the steal skill successfully gives you some murai Big Grin if in non-spar pvp, this takes it from the player


Anyway, goblin girls, enough said  Cool

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  [v2.54] Life Drain Pain
Posted by: Shadbase - 11-18-2021, 02:46 AM - Forum: Bug Reports - No Replies

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Despite being moved by Cherry Blossom, Frost Tyrant's Life Drain will remain on the target. More than likely, this may also apply to other one-tile-movement skills.
If this is intended, Life Drain's description may need to be clarified, because it sounds like moving it at all should stop the Life Eater process.

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