Echoes from the Caverns

Greetings Fellow Avatars! Here’s what we have for you in this week’s edition of Update of the Avatar:

Game Development

* Female Peasant Wearables

* The Making of Shaminian Hills (cont.)

* Heraldry Items (cont.)

News Announcements

* Release 54 on the QA Server

* NPC Submission Requests: Central Brittany

* Portalarium is Hiring: Web Developer

* Weekend Flash Sale: Statues

* Upcoming Events Calendar

Community Updates

* Livestream: Looking For Group & Heraldry

* Elaina’s Lost Bow Quest

* Rauchbier Platz – Virtue, Chaos and Brewing Quests

* Win a $50 Gift Card to RelicsbyRild.com!

* Project to Support: Wasteland 3

* Resources: Players Helping Players

Greetings Fellow Avatars! Here’s what we have for you in this week’s edition of Update of the Avatar:

* Lord Baldrith Departs (oh no!!)

* Game Development

* New Creatures: Skeleton Plunderers and Unicorns

* The Making of Shaminian Hills

* The Making of Upper Tears

* The Making of Westend (cont.)

* R52 Livestream Obsidian Order Items (cont.)

* Heraldry Items (cont.)

News Announcements

* R53 Livestream Results, YouTube & Missed Questions

* NPC Submission Requests: Central Brittany

* New Trailers: The Path of Virtue and The Path of Anti-Virtue

* Portalarium is Hiring: Web Developer

* Weekend Flash Sale: Fireworks

* Upcoming Events Calendar

Community Updates

* Event (Dev Led): Charge of the Dragons

* Win a $50 Gift Card to RelicsbyRild.com!

* Project to Support: SOTACON Austin 2018 – VIP Experience Package on sale now!

* Resources: Players Helping Players

Greetings Fellow Avatars! Here’s what we have for you in this week’s edition of Update of the Avatar:

Game Development

* The Making of Westend

* R52 Livestream Obsidian Order Items (cont.)

* Heraldry Items (cont.)

News Announcements

* Double XP Final Week for Release 53!

* Store Credits Exchange to Gold Crowns: May 7th

* >NPC Submission Requests: Central Brittany

* Portalarium is Hiring: Web Developer

* Weekend Flash Sale: Homes and Lot Deeds

* Upcoming Events Calendar

Community Updates

* Community Livestream: Hospitallers & Ambassadors

* Event (Dev Led): Charge of the Dragons!

* Event (Community Led): PaxLair’s Campfire Stories Vol II

* Did You Know: Shroud of the Avatar Has Greenhouses!

* Recommended Project to Support: Underworld Ascendant

* Resources: Players Helping Players

When I have you at my mercy

will I halt and my avenging hand stay

will I not think that justice an investment that day

mercy or murder just a moment away

you’ve trampled the innocent

you cheat and you lie

why should we spare

you lead others to die

Our weapons are sharpened

our potions are strong

our spells are full power

Our grievances long

Or stop to balance the thought that

you might repent your bad ways,

against the reward on your head

and the thought that it just might

make me feel just a bit better that day.

I would gladly give up the honour and the fame

to see you swiftly on your way

to the limbo that is the pay

for your wicked, wicked, wicked ways

You better not blink

You better be sharp

There’ll be no time to think

Cos in the beat of your heart

I will take it away

Take your skull away

I will take your jaw away

Take your bones away

Or stop to balance the thought

that you might repent your bad ways,

against the reward on your head

and the thought that it just help

make me feel a lot better that day.

With my friends and my guild mates

we’ll dance in a line

rejoicing your demise

time after time after time after time . .

There was a man from Middle Downs,

He liked to wear short ladies gowns,

The bandits did frown,

As the sun struck his mound,

At the size of the jewels in his crown.

There was a man named Oakenvalley,

He strived and strived to be a Pally,

From elf jokes he triggered,

So one day he figured,

I’ll specialize in crafting instead!

There was a young warrior called Klank,

Who often Shock Monkeys did spank,

When noone was looking,

He levelled his cooking,

By basting a tender ham shank.

Cuando el líder de su banda propuso ir a cazar dragones, pensó que estaba loco, pero pronto se vio envuelta en los preparativos.

Tras unos días de marcha llegaron a un desierto donde al instante divisaron un monstruo gigantesco, ni cinco hombres puestos unos sobre otros llegarían a tocar el pecho del animal. Los rumores que oyeron días antes sobre un valle infestado de dragones eran ciertos.

Se sacaron lanzas, espadas, escudos, flechas y comenzó la batalla. Pronto todo fue un torbellino de polvo, donde destellos metálicos se confundían con llamaradas de fuego. Los rugidos de la bestia se mezclaban con los gritos furiosos de sus compañeros. Desde la distancia ella lanzaba sus conjuros de protección y de sanación, rogando a Sequanna su favor. Nunca se habían enfrentado a nada semejante, cada coletazo era demoledor y las curas pronto empezaron a ser pocas. Aquel engendro del abismo se resistía a sucumbir y aunque sus compañeros eran derribados y heridos, se levantaban de nuevo, mostrando un coraje excepcional. Cuando parecía que no seria posible la hazaña, el dragón empezó a dar muestras de cansancio y se redoblaron los ataques. Por fin, una lanza atravesó las escamas del dragón y con un último rugido ensordecedor, se desplomó.

Incluso ahora, tumbada en la cama se sentía cansada. Aun notaba el peso del escudo en su brazo y le dolía la cabeza. En la oscuridad, sobre la mesilla, veía el resplandor de su varita. Hoy había sido una jornada larga y agotadora. Y sonrió.”

Der Weg nach Novia

Das Muster, tief im Netz verborgen

Es schien so offensichtlich, klar,

Doch war es wirklich, wahr?

Schon wieder dräut ein neuer Morgen.

Überall und nirgends greifbar,

Auf Tafeln, Büchern, Digital,

Blieb uns allen keine Wahl,

Und das Muster wurde klar.

Eine Welt so fern und fremd

Doch verwoben mit der unsren

Erschien es wahrlich wie ein Omen

Dort, wo jeder, Avatare kennt.

Uns zieht es an, das Schicksal, unsere Bestimmung

Und so sprachen wir die Formeln

Widersetzten uns der Erden Normen

Und betreten diese Welt, so alt und doch so jung.

Willkommen in Novia, Avatar.​

Petaluma the Chicken travelled to-and-fro.

This current adventure led him through the cold snow.

He trekked to Ardoris to see a famous painter,

But Petaluma was clueless and unaware of any danger.

He pecked at a speck– maybe it was food?

It was only a pebble he had to conclude.

At the top of a pass, he crossed a long bridge,

But a troll loped in view on the opposite ridge!

He spun to flee, but another appeared,

Blocking his return while scratching his rear.

Two trolls on the span? A cockerel’s nightmare!

(It’s possible in his fear an egg was laid there.)

He was spotted right then when one troll turned his shoulder,

And nearly was flattened by a giant flying boulder.

“CHICKEN!” yelled the troll, stomping closer from one side,

“CHICKEN!” repeated the other, mouth drooling, wide-eyed.

Petaluma had no place to go for escape.

He feared he would become a feathered pancake.

He closed his eyes tight, preparing for the worst,

Peeking out from one lid when he heard the trolls curse.

They were arguing about who had spotted the bird.

His first two steps were slow, but he ran by the third.

They yelled at each other to see who would eat,

Not realizing that with no fowl was no meat.

They wrestled behind as he plodded away.

It’s possible that they still wrestle this day.

But Petaluma doesn’t know. He hightailed it out.

Toward Ardoris he went and continued his route.

Though no one else knew of his bridge troll evading,

His courage was recorded on a nice oil painting.

“Dancer? What are you doing in my home?” Nick yelled as he burst through the door.

“Nick, you’re alive? Cianna said you were dead. She wanted to burn this place down, but I begged her to keep it. She said I could have it. I live here now.”

With smoldering intensity, he gazed into Dancer’s eyes. “You are all grown up now,” he said in a gruff voice, looking at her silky hair and dove-like eyes. He searched her face. Dancer’s heart quickened as her eyes fell closed and her lips pouted under his gaze. She felt a breeze as Nick suddenly whisked her off her feet. But the kiss she expected never came. She opened one eye and found herself flying out the door. She shrieked and tried to balance herself with cat-like grace before landing on all fours.

The door slammed and a shout echoed from the windows of the cabin.

“AND STAY OUT!”

wees comin’ trough dem darkness places,

diggin’ an’ trudgin’ along.

wees haz to leab our fav’rite spaces,

wees singin’ da mournin’ song.

(byes Ozog Giantfart…sigh)

but goblinz be much stronger an’ tuff.

gibin’ up wees neber do!

da heart ob pitmuck laufs when itz ruff,

wees now in da werld wif yoo!

(wees has a new cabe!)

wees got da fishes and nice pee stumps!

our skin bees nice an’ greenie!

wees not dem goblinz wif ogly bumps,

wees neber be a meanie.

(septin’ miehette – she’s not likins “stupis” humies…shhhh)

so if yoo sees goblinz in Soltowns,

come join us wees bee sayins.

dance an’ lauf away dem frowns,

good fun wees bee relayins’.

(goblinz fun bees da bestest fun.)

-da end-