Orange1
08-13-2015, 01:41 PM
Excited about launching this server in the next couple weeks. Here's the concept:
-Seven Professions in addition to whichever class you choose - each with three unique powerful skills for taking the fight to the dead:
-Stalker (emphasis on stealth)
-Archon (emphasis on healing/curing)
-Vanguard (emphasis on protection)
-Timeweaver (emphasis on slows)
-Nightblade (emphasis on physical dmg)
-Battlemage (emphasis on DD and AE magic dmg)
-Diviner (emphasis on crowd control and stuns)
-Max Level 40
-Quests - Various quests for items, spells, AA's, and select skills.
-Limited spells/items/skills. No scribers or skill trainers.
-Travel to newer zones and travel to old zones that have been overrun by the dead. (using newer zones mostly)
-Solo friendly (most everything can be solo, but grouping will always be faster)
Lore:
It seemed to happen all of a sudden. One minute we were traveling through the Plane of Knowledge, when screams of agony and shouts of alarm filled the air. It quickly became clear that the undead were swarming the entire place. We stood our ground as long as we could, slaying them by the hundreds. Still they pressed on.
Fortune was with us. The dead had backed us into the Freeport Portal Stone. We turned, activated the portal, and fled to safety. Or so we thought...
Upon entering Freeport, we found a city overrun by all manner of dead. Zombies feasting on corpses. Wights draining the life from others. Skeleton archers raining down death from above.
All we could do was run. Since the flow of dead seemed to be coming from the main gates, we ran through the city towards the docks. We lost three of our friends along the way, but we simply could not afford to slow down until we made it to the docks.
We made it. Just as one of the last boats was about to cast off, we leaped to the deck, much of our armor, weapons, and supplies splashing into the waters below. We were greeted by other refugees who seemed as stunned as we were at this sudden catastrophe.
In the following nights, meetings were held. Plans were made. Some form of hope was established, even if they were just dreams against the unknown...Handfuls of "ifs" and "maybe's". Still, it was the first night of real rest we had gotten since our exodus.
We awoke to waves crashing over the deck and screams of skilled sailors attempting to keep the ship afloat...To no avail. As the boards broke and the waters surrounded us, we thought surely this was the end.
Xev was with us as we washed up on the shores of Blacksail Folly some days later. The dead had beat us there, but we eluded them and found an old pirate den where set up camp.
As the days have passed, people and supplies have washed ashore. We have established a community here. We have traders and skill trainers. We even have a makeshift bank. And only recently, a great wizard showed up allowing us limited transportation abilities. We are now in a place where we can begin to fight this plague and take back what is rightfully ours!
-Seven Professions in addition to whichever class you choose - each with three unique powerful skills for taking the fight to the dead:
-Stalker (emphasis on stealth)
-Archon (emphasis on healing/curing)
-Vanguard (emphasis on protection)
-Timeweaver (emphasis on slows)
-Nightblade (emphasis on physical dmg)
-Battlemage (emphasis on DD and AE magic dmg)
-Diviner (emphasis on crowd control and stuns)
-Max Level 40
-Quests - Various quests for items, spells, AA's, and select skills.
-Limited spells/items/skills. No scribers or skill trainers.
-Travel to newer zones and travel to old zones that have been overrun by the dead. (using newer zones mostly)
-Solo friendly (most everything can be solo, but grouping will always be faster)
Lore:
It seemed to happen all of a sudden. One minute we were traveling through the Plane of Knowledge, when screams of agony and shouts of alarm filled the air. It quickly became clear that the undead were swarming the entire place. We stood our ground as long as we could, slaying them by the hundreds. Still they pressed on.
Fortune was with us. The dead had backed us into the Freeport Portal Stone. We turned, activated the portal, and fled to safety. Or so we thought...
Upon entering Freeport, we found a city overrun by all manner of dead. Zombies feasting on corpses. Wights draining the life from others. Skeleton archers raining down death from above.
All we could do was run. Since the flow of dead seemed to be coming from the main gates, we ran through the city towards the docks. We lost three of our friends along the way, but we simply could not afford to slow down until we made it to the docks.
We made it. Just as one of the last boats was about to cast off, we leaped to the deck, much of our armor, weapons, and supplies splashing into the waters below. We were greeted by other refugees who seemed as stunned as we were at this sudden catastrophe.
In the following nights, meetings were held. Plans were made. Some form of hope was established, even if they were just dreams against the unknown...Handfuls of "ifs" and "maybe's". Still, it was the first night of real rest we had gotten since our exodus.
We awoke to waves crashing over the deck and screams of skilled sailors attempting to keep the ship afloat...To no avail. As the boards broke and the waters surrounded us, we thought surely this was the end.
Xev was with us as we washed up on the shores of Blacksail Folly some days later. The dead had beat us there, but we eluded them and found an old pirate den where set up camp.
As the days have passed, people and supplies have washed ashore. We have established a community here. We have traders and skill trainers. We even have a makeshift bank. And only recently, a great wizard showed up allowing us limited transportation abilities. We are now in a place where we can begin to fight this plague and take back what is rightfully ours!