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main reason I can see for removing a caravan with an upcoming app...
lot of mobile apps get money for people seeing adverts i'd assume the Bloodwars app is going to be no different? Taking this in to account adverts will play, per click/refresh or on a time on the app basis, sooo taking that in to account giving people a free way to avoid spending time on the app or clicking on on the app that would trigger the adverts will lose the devs money.
This is not me saying it is a good thing to do!
main question will premium remove adds? If not i see very little reason to carry on paying premium for this once the app is done, as there is allot better and more rewarding app games I could be playing IF I wanted to play that kind of money grabbing game...
I have supported the devs with premium because I enjoy the game and have always appreciated how they seemed to care more for the game and what they have made rather than money, not feeling that so much any more.
Considering the heavy RNG I might just take the money that would go to the devs and start playing slot machines, same thing end of the day, with the possibility of more reward.
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Have people received 10 days free premium already? the reason I ask is I have 3 days? was this just what I had on the 19th? or have I not been given 10 days?
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| Thread: Worlds worst |
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2 girls on cup
worlds wurst world record attempt
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| Thread: PS3 Recommendations |
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my sergestion is sell the ps3 and get somthing better 
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on topic- most the game have been said bar one i think you should get.. although you might want to wait till they fix the kinks in it.... alien vs preditor is well wurth a look
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| Thread: happy birthday |
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i also will extend a happy birthday seeing as i can
happy birthday guys have a good one.
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| Thread: The Best Sandwich Poll |
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quick easy- humus with salsa and sallad (best with beggets buts good as a sandwich as well)
got time to make it- 4 slices of bread with - cheese, tinned pinnable rings, salad mayo,couple of ollivs , some sweet chilly source, and beetroot
(makes one big mess but is nice can also through abit of soya chicken slice in there to finihs it off nicly takes along time to get right as well since if you through the wrong bits in the it at the wrong time you get the wrong tast
but it is one of the most epic sanis i have ever had)
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| Thread: Tale of the Twins Book Two |
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"If anything, chapter 16 will be up by Monday evening,"
glares puts away my reading glasses and sulks that there is no more of the sotry posted when i got home from college was so looking forward to reading more ~_~
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| Thread: Underworld Tattoo for a Beastmaster |
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im monk tatoo changed to it when i was level 50 odd becouse i couldent afford the armour i needed for a collector.
monks are quite good as far as dammage goes but only good dammage till you are high level.
the main problem i have with the monk is crit chance since most ocmbat people around me are assassins they out dammage me easy, however against gun men (with a good rep gear) you will out dammage most of them with base dammage of 150 odd and dodging there guns...
and armour isent really a problem ither yes you ither have to use vengance or sucide (or have armour with 0 or less) but even with all that taken in to acount i can get 60-70 odd defence with out trying thanks to the defence bonus and toughness bonus...
but as i stated above the crit chance is a down side it has to all come from items so it can be costly geting the right stufff for it 
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| Thread: blood wars story line |
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act 2
easy.
Proof of intelligence:
You felt that you were approaching your target.
The walls were covered with Setits' symbols, painted using stinking green and yellow ooze which burned your hands like an acid when you touched it. You still had in mind the poor fellow who leaned against the wall.
When you entered the next room you felt dizzy. 'Setits' tricks', you thought, 'they're playing with my mind again.'
The world bent, twisted and straightened. You were standing in a clean, well-lighted place. Your son was standing by the side of a Setit priest. His head drooped over his chest.
'Surrender if you want this boy alive', demanded the priest.
'Never, you sneaky, hypocritical piece of mutated pig's crap', these words contained all your hate to the Setits. Your modified Glock with a magazine full of deadly fragmentation bullets was aimed at the head of the beast. You felt warmth on your chest, in the place where the ancestor's amulet was hanging. For a while the view began to fade, but one element remained the same. Your son was in the place where only an instant ago the priest had stood. The jewel on his neck was glowing with a mix of red and blue. You blinked and the view returned to the former state, but now the gem was glowing through the priest. You aimed at your son and fired.
The world whirled, chewed you and spat you out. Your son was awakening from trance.
A moment later first soldiers appeared. You ordered to continue ransacking. You were sure that after the death of the Setits' priest they would surrender or flee and hide in a new refuge and try to threaten the world once again.
Your bags were full of loot.
Test of reputation
You hid the binoculars into a cover on your belt. It was a military plaything, bought for a little fortune. For all you knew there were only a few such in the City and maybe three equally good. The caravan of slaves that you could see on the horizon was heading towards the City. The slaves looked healthy and unchanged which was a puzzling thing in itself. In this world a healthy man is worth much, you could create a fit ghoul out of him and change the healthiest and fittest into lower servants.
`Hello Gonsaga!` you shouted to the leader of the caravan.
`Hello!`, said the fat man, giving signs to his man to be ready for combat.
Seemingly, your reputation went ahead of you. Slowly, most of the scum in the City began to show you your due respect as a skilful assassin and an agile leader.
The negotiations were extremely long and very fierce. Gonsaga hoped that someone else would spot the caravan and join the bargaining.
The unwritten law of the City allowed anyone who spotted a caravan to make bargains so caravan leaders wanted to get as close to the City as possible.. They knew that demand drives the prices. If they refused to make the deal they wouldn`t be allowed anywhere closer than 10 miles from the City for the next year. On the other hand they knew that the fight with you might be risky.
In case of a weaker vampire they could have tried to kill him and get closer to the City but they knew that if they started a fight with you it might be them who get killed and that`s exaclty what they wanted to avoid.
The final price was 200 Lgo for a man and 350 Lgo for a woman. Gonsga wasn`t very delighted, but it seemed that his life was worth a bit more for him and he didn`t want to overdo with his current situation.
Having searched the slaves meticulously, you found a nice surprise which escape Gonsaga`s men`s notice.
Test of appearance
A manastorm, the most horrifying phenomenon of the Wastelands, destroyed everything leaving behind only burnt ground. Sand melted into glass forming a cosmic, surrealistic scenery. As far as you could look there was no shadow, no shelter from the burning sun. It took you hours to dig holes in the earth to survive the day.
Blood in your veins flowed slower and slower, every coming day was a threat of death under the burning sunbeams. The only thing that kept you sane was the view of the forest on the horizon. A dark spot on a grey background.
It took you two days to reach the forest, in one place the ground was burnt by the element and literally one step further it bloomed with flora. The odds became better but hunger was twisting your guts. Your skin was the colour of unhealthy grey, like paper. Every, even the slightest abrasion ended up as a wound from which the life giving liquid was leaking.
The discovery of a human abode in this God forsaken place would be considered a miracle. Despite the fact that this miracle happened to you, you were exhausted and had no strength to celebrate. The only thing that could save you from a certain starvation was a tribute of blood.
You dusted your clothing, straightened creases, every detail could help. You gathered all the blood that was left, a few miserable drops of vitae, but still it was your only hope.
You started to move towards the gate of the village and at the same time began to form symbols of power in your mind, pumping blood into them, giving them life. Nothing changed for you, but someone coming beside you would perceive a magical transformation, in the place of a beggar in rags now stood a powerful lady, you aroused awe and trust with appearance alone. If someone looked at you now it would be enough for them to feel an overwhelming desire to fall to their knees and succumb to your will.
Only a few vampires knew the bloodwords needed to evoke the Majesty and even fewer would know how to use them in such a miserable state.
The looks of the first villagers fell upon you, full of obedience, almost subjection. They followed you obediently, like puppies behind their mother.
You didn`t stop, went right into the centre of the village, wanting to cast the spell on as many people as possible. Hunger raged in your mind. You felt warm and sweet blood flowing in the veins of the people surrounding you. `Only a moment more, I must endure few more minutes`, you were repeating to yourself, hoping that you`ll manage.
However, hunger won. Sweet blood started to fill your body with life. You lapped it like an animal, sucked it to the last drop. The beast inside you won against humanity, took control and showed why vampires had been feared and hunted by people.
When you came to your senses you saw a heap of corpses at your feet. People were still coming towards you, willing to give away their lives to quench your thirst. They had taken with them all that was valuable for them: wood coins, a bottle of vodka, a picture of the world before the war.
You were looking at all that with horror. You released the rest of your power to make them sleep and slipped away from the village, like a thief with too many lives on your conscience.
Proof of perception
You were walking through the sewers under the City. The image of Azar in a pool of blood was pulsing in your mind. On every fork you stopped, looking for possible tracks left by the assassin. Every, even the smallest, fragment of reality was like a puzzle piece with a word ‘Revenge’ on it.
A splash in front of you was the first warning. A moment later bullets from .50 Action Express started whistling around you. In the flash of the shots you saw the figure of the murderer. He seemed as if he barely had strength to hold two Desert Eagle pistols and the recoil was mercilessly jerking him.
A broad sword with demon Ragaziel trapped inside of it glimmered sinisterly in your hand.
You reached the midget in three leaps and cut his hands with one blow. You saw a grimace of pleasure and pain going through his face. Now you knew why it was him who had been chosen for the mission to kill Azar, no one would be able to effectively torture him.
The midget was looking with a mix of fear and fascination and his bloody stumps.
`Whatcha gonna do now?`, he asked.
`I`ll take what is the most valuable to you`, you answered, twining the amulet of the ancient around your sword.
`Gerhart, this is your last chance to tell me who`ve sent you!`, you said.
The midget seemed to shrink even more when he heard his name from you.
`Where... how...?`
`How do I know what is your name? You think that the most famous assassin of the Inner Circle would escape my notice. Now talk, your time is running short`, death sentence sounded in your voice as you were finishing the sentence.
`Elisabeth, it was her!`, said the midget, his gums were trembling.
`Inquisitor Elisabeth?`, you asked with disbelief, `What could she possible want from us?`
`I... I don`t know.
The sword smoothly thrust in his body, between the chest and the neck, and pierced his heart. The gladiators\` blow brought death quickly and smoothly.
A half-real scream filled the sewers when Ragaziel, awakened by the power of the amulet, ate Gerhardt`s soul.
The assassin`s body was rotting in a rapid pace. Worms bustled about between the ribs, eating every, even the smallest, piece of body which had been resisting death for so long.
However, there was a bigger danger looming ahead. Despair had to give way to the instinctive need of safety and survival. Somewhere there, in her stronghold, an Inquisitor of the Council was waiting for her assassin to return...
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| Thread: blood wars story line |
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ACT 1
hard.
Test of Agility
Test of appearance
You were seething with anger when you were sneaking towards the Lupine encampment.
Your spies had been searching the Wastelands with no effect for several months. However, the map Azel's brother had given you in the package was the thing that let you find him.
You saw patrols setting off from the camp. You found out that there were no chances to enter it. Time was passing slowly when you were creeping and trying to see him just for a moment. It certainly wasn't a badly protected village, but rather a well organised stronghold. Every group leaving it was escorted by a guards squad. At dusk the encampment was closed and patrols covered the whole terrain tightly.
After four days of being on the watch something favourable occurred. A group of men set off on a hunting, Azel with them. You crept using every shadow as a protection. When the men started to chase after an animal Azel, as if by instinct, was at the rear.
You prowled and hailed him. You saw the joy and fear which flash through his face. However, he didn't turn away, kept calm and continued creeping as if nothing had happened. No one noticed your silent talk.
Time was passing very quickly for you. You felt growing danger, danger connected with staying in the very midst of the enemy's camp during the full moon. Wolves prone to the change were leaving the encampment during the full moon to decrease the threat to the others. That was the moment Azel and you were waiting for.
On the seventh day you saw Azel leaving the camp. You had already been there. You had crept in the night so nobody could see you. It was a magical night. The amulet, which was taken from the ancestor's grotto, emitted a red and blue light. Inside of it, colours were mixing and changing.
'Take it and give it to our son', you said the next day, 'it'll help him when he is in need.'
On the journey back to the City, you found a corpse that had been clawed by a werewolf.
Trial of toughness
This time you had no chance.
The darkness fell suddenly and then it was only emptiness. You heard voices, steps, but you were unable to determine the direction. Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, time ceased to be something real.
The only thing that kept you alive was the red glow of the amulet. Somewhere far away someone gave an order and you heard footsteps. A hand? A paw? From the darkness emerged a paw and seized the amulet. The paw's owner cried with great pain. Sweet, grey smoke rose in the place where the beast tried to take your amulet.
This event somehow activated the amulet. It heated up, but didn't burn. The light of the amulet started to disperse the blackness. It which wasn't even real. It was a delusion that hid your oppressors. Flat, crocodile like heads, skin covered with bony tumour, tails and hands with three fingers. Only one race looked like this.
'Setits', you whispered. You saw surprise on the faces of the creatures that were surrounding you. You jerked and the chains broke. They were far too self-confident, too certain about their abilities and they made a mistake. The last mistake in their lives.
The struggle was very quick. Enemies died in a blink of an eye. Your belongings lay on a nearby table. You took your clothes on in a hurry and fled. Corridors were like a labyrinth. Several minutes after flee you heard the sound of a horn. Probably they knew what you had done and the pursuit would begin immediately. You ceased to care about being invisible and started to run through the corridors. You had a feeling of running in circles.
Rushing out from behind the corner you ran into a Setit. The force of the collision threw both of you into the opposite corners of the corridor. The Setit intoned a mantra and pointed at the ground under your feet with his stick. An explosion broke the ground apart and flung you into the wall which, to your and your opponent's surprise, collapsed revealing... a laboratory!! The same as in the complex you had discovered at the feet of the Mountain of Change. You dashed into the complex, leaving the astounded Setit behind. The system of tunnels was nearly identical to that complex.
These passageways were well known to you. You headed straight to the exit.
The patter of a single feet aroused your alertness. You lurked near the entrance to the room. Your enemy didn't even see what killed him. One fast blow and he was lying dead.
You headed hastily to the exit and then to the City. You had many things to think over.
Test of charisma
The Stronghold of the Order stood half day's journey from the City. They were a group of fanatics, patterning themselves on the ancient Inquisition. Their only goal was to destroy all supernaturals. However, after a couple of spectacular defeats, they requested help and support from the lord. They were granted rights to live in the City and to change the ruined bomb shelter into their new home.
Hooded people, with so many weapons that they looked more like merchants than warriors, moved in to the Stronghold. The former bomb shelter was changed to something that reminded you of a medieval castle. In the library master Zachar was waiting for you.
'What's brought a bloodsucker to a God's house?', he asked as if this place belonged to him.
'I need your men to tackle with some business in the Wastelands', you told him, expecting a negative answer.
'We don't belong to you and won't be any errand-boys of any bloodsucker', he answered, as expected.
'Don't you want to take revenge for the death of master Caleb?', you asked with a note of suspicious irony.
When you were leaving the Stronghol, Zachar's importunate questions followed you like a shadow. Two days later a messenger brought you a package. A sheet of paper was enclosed to it. 'It's a gift for you. It'll help you in the fight. The messenger is at your disposal alongside with two squads of assault troops.'
Test of reputation
'Hi Diego. How is it going in my favourite bodyguard agency?'
'Pretty good, thank you for the intercession during the meeting of the council. What do you need? Rumours are that you are preparing some bigger action.'
You took a careful look at your interlocutor. If he heard about the action then he must have had better spies than you thought. 'I need all your boys together with the best equipment you can provide'. It was the first time you saw such bewilderment on Diego's face.
'If I may ask, what do you need them for and how much you are able to pay?'
'I have a business in the Wastelands. I hope this will be enough for your effort?'. You threw Diego a hand-size diamond, a souvenir from the Golem's accident.
'Enough.' said Diego, his eyes were burning with greed.
The next day you received a consignment from Diego. 'A little gift from a trusted merchant', you read in enclosed letter.
Proof of perception
The column of armed man looked like a military parade. The only difference was that these people had rather the most advanced weapons and the best camouflage suits than shining ceremonial dresses.
You looked at the sky. Stars were shining brightly, lightening up your way. You spotted a familiar shape over the horizon and waved. It recognised you, reversed and descended towards you.
You ordered your man to stop and not fire. Humans and... non-humans looked at approaching Sphinx with mixed feelings.
'Welcome spawnraloom', shouted Sphinx. You remembered that among its kind calling someone by his name is considered a great honour.
'Welcome Sphinx', you answered. These creatures revealed their name only to a couple of trusted men. You were sure that Xazar didn't want to share it with your companions. 'We are going to deal with the Setits hiding at the feet of the Mountain of Change.' You saw as Sphinx frowned upon the sound of the name of the serpent tribe.
'Go, I'll see if I can do something to help you.' Some people exhaled at last when they saw it taking off. Two hours later it returned and told you every detail on the positions of the Setits on your way.
'Take this, my friend. I've found it recently, but it's too small for me', it giggled with its dreadful voice and flew away towards the Mountain of Change.
Trial of strength
You're approaching your target. Thanks to the information from Xazar the journey was quick and with no obstacles.
The last night before reaching the destination, together with your clan, you performed protective rituals, providing the army with the immunity to Setits' powers. Time was passing quickly. An hour after dusk you were at the foot of the Mountain of Change. You led your army into the tunnel and to the laboratory, guiding them through the safety devices. The fights were expected to start in there.
When the first group of soldiers was being fired at in narrow corridors of the laboratory, it seemed there is no other way than toilsome capturing small parts of the labyrinth. Having a hunch, you entered one of the rooms. The heavy two-handed axe glinted in your hands when you swung. The thin partition wall was as soft as butter. In no time you got through many rooms and surrounded the enemy.
Embattled and relentlessly attacked Setits couldn't resist more. In a second their defences broke and they were all slaughtered.
Proof of knowledge
You were advancing slowly. The colour of walls became orange and a while later red. Little red lamps made you feel uneasy. A strange glowing red light , differing from the other lights, drew your attention. You had had a lot of preparations before the journey.
'Hide!', you ordered and started to run towards the exit.
Blood pulsing in your veins strengthened you. You rebounded and landed on the ceiling. Rebounded again, pirouetted and landed like a cat behind the soldiers. When you reached another corridor, you heard a firefight.
Bullets were like hail, destroying everything on their way. Several less intelligent (or probably less lucky) soldiers were literally torn apart. You started to recall memories. You read about it in one of the books... "Automatic Defence System" and those red rays were used for aiming.
You looked about. You sheltered in an orange zone. Suddenly you recollected. The ancestors used red to warn of danger.
'Somewhere in here should be a control panel', you thought and started to search. After a moment you found a protruding, irregular shape of the panel. It looked identically to the one in the book. After a few tries you managed to turn off the defence system.
Odd, maybe some time ago someone had tried to pass through. The panel didn't need any passwords or codes that you had read about. Behind the doors an armoury appeared.
Test of Intelligence
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| Thread: blood wars story line |
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ACT 1
normal.
Trial of agility
A trunk, used by troll as a club, hit the place where you had stood only an instant before. You recognised them. They were those trolls whose offspring you defeated last year on a journey. They must have smelled and decided to take revenge.
Branches whooshed around you with enormous speed, throwing up clouds of dust every time a strike missed you and hit the ground. Bounce, bounce, dodge, strike. The rhythm of the combat was monotonous. You gradually began to feel exhaustion, but your opponents were still ready to smash your head. Despite of wounds and injuries they seemed to be too relentless to stop.
Suddenly, one of the trolls staggered, the expression of surprise twisted its face and it fell down.
The second troll followed it a while after that.
Test of charisma
A week ago a messenger from Za'char arrived. The village that you had saved from the bandit's raid several years ago.
One of the villagers had dug out a treasure on his field. No one knows how, but every single gang had found out about it.
At first it had been 1000 gold, then 10000, now the treasure went beyond 1000000. You could stake your non-life that it was rather 10 gold judging from the life conditions of the villagers. However, the bandits had decided to find that out themselves. They had been sieging the village for weeks in hope for huge loot.
The easiest way to tackle with bandits was to kill their ringleader. The one who had united them and had given them purpose. Without him everyone else would turn against each other.
At the beginning everything looked simple, but the realisation was completely different. What should have been a cluster of tents, now appeared to be more like a Roman war camp rather than an encampment of bandits. Guards with torches were standing on a palisade of the main camp.
'For the First-born's blood's sake, how can I get in there?, you asked yourself. Forcing your way through the railing took nearly an hour. Two times you had almost been caught by the guards. At last you managed to reach the leader's tent.
You expected something more impressive, but modesty and practicality of what you saw told you many things about the leader. You sneaked silently into the tent and cut the fabric with your knife. The bandit didn't even whimper when you cut his throat.
The camp was like a boiling water since dawn. Short after that first fights started. The following day it was all over. The last bandits were leaving the encampment quickly, as if they were hunted. Grateful villagers organized a huge feast. The elder handed you a treasure.
Test of reputation
Noises of combat slowly faded. However, curiosity didn't let you pass by such an event.
Using rocks as a cover, you sneaked to the battleground only to see bandits slaughtering the remaining members of a caravan.
Wandering traders always journeyed with strong escort, but this time they overvalued it and ventured too far in the Wastelands.
'Ha ha, welcome Diego', you greeted the leader of the bandits, 'I suppose we need a little talk about what's happened here'.
Bandits and robbers weren't allowed to enter the City. Not so long ago Diego had barely refuted accusations of killing innocent people.
'Put up my tent and bring me that chest', said Diego. It was a really pleasant talk with alcohol and delicious blood. A couple of hours later the bandits packed up and set off, leaving only the chest.
Proof of knowledge
The steel gates protecting the entrance to the blockhouse were too rusted to stop anyone. However, something defended the secrets of this forsaken place. The skeletons of those who tried were the best proof of that.
You took a twig and threw it. A beam of light crossed the twig and it fell cut in half. A handful of sand let you see where were the beams.
In the depth you found another door. Yet, as opposed to the first door, this was untouched. On the right you saw a control panel with buttons. You levered it up with your knife and short-circuited the wires. The doors let you in with a silent hum.
You wandered through a labyrinth of corridors. Many rooms couldn't be opened. However, in one of the accommodations you found a showcase with treasures.
This small trophy had to be enough for a while. The rest of the complex would be explored when your knowledge allowed you to open the remaining rooms and repair the computers.
Test of appearance
A young, maybe ten years old boy was running through the forest. You heard the pursuit. Head hunters - the worst kind of outlaws ravaging the Wastelands. They hunt for everything that has any value and supernaturals' blood, especially a child's one, is worth a lot for magicians.
Arachnid hunter jumped out in front of the child. Azel!? He blocked his way, but he was well prepared, with free arm he took shotgun and shot at the man with silver pellets. Bloodfrenzy eclipsed your mind. You felt as your body changed and leaped. First two arms were torn off with your bare hands. An instant later green gore was pouring out of arachnid's soft abdomen.
Two minutes later the forest was silent again. Blood was everywhere.
'SONS NAME, I'm your mother...'
You woke up from lethargy in your shelter. Cold, red sweat bedewed your forehead. Five days later an envoy brought a message with a gift signed "Yours A."
Proof of perception
They were following you since you left the City. You were unable to see them properly, but you were sure that they were there. They were really good, didn't lose track for more than a couple of minutes despite of your efforts.
An unexpected rainstorm, one of the miracles of the new seasons, which were the effect of the usage of nuclear weapons during World War III, let you surprise them. A fast hit decapitated the first enemy before he had time to react. The second one was defending only for a second. Not till then saw you that these were werewolves, dreadful beasts, able to stand up to a vampire with their sharp claws.
Lupine metamorphosis is a wonderful, but also frightening view. You had once spotted that, but only from a wolfman to its human form. This time you saw the second part of werewolves' nature. In no time an enormous beast stood in front of you. An ultimate killing machine.
Fight raged. Fast strikes and even faster dodges. A moment later it was all over. The werewolf lay on the ground, waiting for the last blow.
You didn't know why you left it lying with its face twisted with anger.
The following night someone was following you. When you stopped and pitched a camp the stranger came into the light of the fire.
'My name is Aral', he said and threw you a big package. An instant later he vanished into the darkness. Now you understood what had made you save his life the last night. He looked so much like Azel...
Proof of intelligence
Hard frost, snow and frost again. As far as you remember there have never been a winter like this. You started to wonder what devil tempted you to wander outside of the City during such a horrible tempest? Your watch had ceased to tick a couple of hours ago. You were not even aware whether it was day or night. At least sunrise would not harm you because of that terrible weather.
Suddenly a strange scene heaved in sight - a familiar looking marble floor. In the midst of it someone had placed a pillar with a purse as a reward for your time and knowledge. However, you were sick of all those prizes. The only things you wanted were the answers to your questions. You started moving steadily, yet quickly, towards the centre. As soon as you touched those objects everything vanished...
Nothing remained of that emptiness outside. The place you entered resembled some kind of an apartment. A white shining ball (reminding you of those that old gypsies had used before the Great War) was floating in the air.
`Where am I?`, you asked yourself, but no words formed inside your mind. You tried to repeat that question aloud, yet everything you found out was that you could not make even the smallest noise. Your attempts to take a closer look at that room came into nothing. When you drew nearer to the walls they seemed as though they were receding.
You had no other choice - with great fury you tried to smash the shining ball, but... your hand went through it and did not leave a single crack on its surface. Frustrated, you sat on the floor only to observe as the ball freely descended to your knees. Bright glow drew your attention, suddenly you felt that somewhere inside of that brilliance was an image. You nailed your eyes on it and... you had a feeling of something approaching you from far away with an enormous speed.
You saw yourself during an ambush. The bandits had a spy among the villagers. One of the thugs was to take you by surprise from behind and kill, but a non-existent branch cracked up beneath his feet and saved your life. Consecutive images were flooding your consciousness - childhood, parents, the metamorphosis...
`I told you she would understand`, a strange voice echoed in your mind.
`Silence!`, some other voice scolded him.
You found yourself returning into the ball, images flowing one after another, merging. You had an impression of watching ten, twenty, hundreds of movies at the same time.
Darkness. You lifted yourself from the floor, you must have lost consciousness.
You cast a glance at the ball again. These were no more scenes of your own life. You saw a camp of wolfmen. They reminded you rather of a tribe of Indians than a pack of ruthless and bloodthirsty beasts.
There, far away, but no... as you concentrated your mind the view followed the command of your will. You recognised Aziel playing cheerfully with a baby. The child appeared to be looking straight at your face. It drew out its little hand and said `Ma-ma`.
`Yes, somewhere in there is your mama` said the man and bitterness and suffering in his voice struck you with great force. A bloody tear marked your cheek with a red line.
`Look, it`s actually capable of feeling`, unexpectedly said a female voice, you were certain you had heard it before. Successive images of the recent years passed through your awareness. The first steps, the first pony, the first hunting. Suddenly, a strange uneasiness aroused on the edge of your consciousness. You focused your senses to call out a sight connected with that feeling. A boy, maybe even a young man, was tracking some game. However, it was not that which made you feel anxiety. Focusing again you were able to see mutated hyenas tracking the same animal.
They could not see SONS NAME yet, but were heading exactly in the same direction. And the boy would be killed.
You tried to concentrate your will at the lad, scream and warn him of upcoming danger. He hesitated, stopped for a while, listening. Eventually he shook his head and, as if negating your existence, went on.
You saw as the death of your only child drew nearer and nearer, only five more steps up the hill and the hunter would become the prey. Four steps, you felt arousing fear and irritation. Three steps, two steps, blood boiled in your veins. Suddenly you started to materialize in a new place. You grabbed the lad and pressed him to the ground.
`Shhhhhh`, you whispered. One of the hyenas came to a halt, staring in your direction as though it could have seen both of you. Finally, it turned its back on you and resumed hunting.
`Who are you?`
`Take her back! Send her off!` shouted the woman. You wanted to say something, but a powerful force drew you away and threw out to emptiness.
You regained consciousness in the midst of the marble floor. It seemed as though your \"hosts\" discovered more than they had expected inside your very self.
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| Thread: Tale of the Twins Book Two |
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Epic XD got to love the
ghost busters comment there 
should of asked for a number for them though...
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| Thread: Tale of the Twins Book Two |
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loving it XD somthing strange and funny about missing people and splating some one else XD its a grate read it really is
can't wait till the next parts
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| Thread: Rise of the Underdog.... |
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if i whent to help kaz it wouldent have any thing to do coven (i have nuthing against you guys) i did't say any thing bad about you as far as i am aware ither just state that players can be petty did't aim it at coven just in genral.
and if i whent to help kaz it would be becouse he was my first clan leader, some one who helped me when i started up and is a freind of mine.... and yes it was his square, it wouldent be to stir up any thing :S
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| Thread: Small talk |
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ul nemz glad to know im not the only one having problems with them XD
so how are we all on this night of heros?
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| Thread: Solar on finger prices atm + other rips |
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yeah but the problem is foxy mate people have more stones now since they are leveling up faster its down to the players not the mods :S its just as rare as it was tbh i think every one is complaining quite alot at the moment about nuthing other than the fact there geting bored with the game :S i know you havent said there here but thats what all the new posts are... just complaining about somthing in game.... i wanted solar items to but i knew i couldent afford to out bid people so i gave up XD and normally the merges for an item is cheaper than the item its self havent you noticed this yet?
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| Thread: BW tutorail |
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http://wiki.bloodwars.net/index.php?title=Effects#Damage
"damage of all weapons ±x during ambush - similiar to damage of all weapons ±x but only during an ambush."
were has this come from?? was it just some one playing around? or some one wrighting it who did't quite under stand somthing?? or have i missed somthing?
p.s. im not 100% this thread is in the right place but o well...
additional: is it also tru that 30% is max dodge chance that one can get?? it dusent say in the tut
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| Thread: Clan versus Location |
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becouse by implementing new idears in to a game it keeps the paying customers if you have it so only a clan leader can do it then to start a clan you need to be a premuim user any way don't you? so you must of spent some money on it :S and if you make your customers happy by making the game more fun then they will tell others about the game and about a cool new systam,
there by geting ither new members back or old ones who got bored of the old systam would come back becouse they like the sound of the new patch :S
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| Thread: Clan versus Location |
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i think it would be funny tbh to watc hthe top clan get mobed by white dragons
(just when you think you are safe from the weakest monster it comes along with its hole family....)
i think the idear is good but still needs tweeking just not 100% sure on what the tweeking should be :S
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| Thread: shamanistic/hunters tailcoat/chain mail of guardsman |
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need this item for a merg (armour) : shamanistic/hunters xxx of guardsman
all so buying (helm) : artisic/bulletproof xxx of blood/turtleshel
and (legs) : tiger shorts of xxx (preferable not somthing that gives perc)
willing to pay pritty much any thing with in reason - may have to wait for me to get stones though 
best to pm me in game since i don't visit the forum every day but feel free to post offer here and pm me ingame saying you have posted an offer
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| Thread: poh patch-9 month after |
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any thing that starts sieges up again would be grate ~_~ i don't mind about PoH since i don't do expo's any way becouse i can't
trust me i have even considered making my own clan just to randomly siege people ~_~
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| Thread: What are you religious views? |
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tbh there is more fact behind reincanatio nthan there is about heaven or hell... just not i nthe way every one thinks of it becouse in essance we are energy energy is never destriod just transformed in to anouther form of energy
now i immage that meny peoples energy's combind would creat the energy to make anouther life form or just ofc to set fire to somthing....
there seems to be alot of us who don't beleive in god. but beleive in an arfter life of some sort? think its just humans whish full thinking that they don't want to ever just be nuthing?? i know it scares me shirtless
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