saicreed

Gm can do the editing (--,) If they chose mine (T_T) Srsly im having a hard time drawing it up front so i just draw it from the easier side. Lol

Spearshooter Scorpion Once upon a time, an elven engineer working under Langasard invented a magical weapon, it was called the "Spearshooter", a huge crossbow made from the wood of a magical tree from the forests of Melvendil. It magically produces huge arrows as big as a spear when you pull its strings, it means this weapon never runs out of ammunition. The weapon was intended for the invasion of Godgorath and if possible the destruction of Moraktar. The Langasard army made countless of them even cutting down the last standing magical tree of Melvendil. The elven elders warned the elven engineer about its harms, but he did not listen. They mounted the spearshooters on battle ships and gathered all the experienced captains and crewmen from Melvendil and Langasard. The warships sailed forward towards the cursed lands, blue sails fluttered against the sea winds. The men laughed, as if victory has been achieved. Little did they know of the disaster that will fall upon them. A raging storm sweeped the whole fleet leaving nothing but annihilation. Harad did not smile upon them, neither did Nuadu. They called upon their names, some even called out for Garahan the black dragon. Nothing came, the storm strenghtened instead. It was the wrath of the gods. All the ships, crews and spearshooters all went down in the deepest of Arinar's waters. The elven engineer was among the drowned. With the cutting down of the last magical tree the spearshooters were never made again. Several attempts were made to built another one using different wood, but all failed with the last of the magical tree gone and with the death of the elven engineer. The spearshooter became a legend. And like all legends, it now only exists in books. Everyone had forgotten about it, until now. Scouts among the Maliat elves report a wreckage of a pirate ship riddled with arrows as huge as spears. Frogle corpses were found shot along the coasts of Ayvondil after an attempted raid. Numerous other pirates and sea creatures were found dead by scouts with huge arrows impaled on them. Until one day a scout reported seeing a huge crossbow coming out of the sea shooting a pirate ship on a great distance, it was being carried by a huge scorpion on its back. Several civilians also report these crossbow carrying scorpions fending of pirates and sea creature attacks. "It was the spearshooter," old folks say. The long lost weapon drowned to the sea has now emerged with a new purpose. Not for the destruction of the Legion, but for the destruction of even greater evil. But was has happened to them? And how did it happen? Centuries ago when the spearshooter fleet was wiped away, they were saved by huge scorpions unknowingly living on the depths of Arinar. They are kind and calm despite their intimidating looks. Their cold hard shell gave off a crescent blue in contrast to their fiery crimson eyes. The crew were sheltered by these scorpions in an air-trapped cave in the depth of the sea. There, the elven engineer realized his mistake. Melvendil was destroyed not because of the Mountain Clan nor the Forsaken, but because of him. He destroyed the last living magical tree of Melvendil for what? To cause more destruction? Destruction will lead into more destruction. The elven engineer was filled with remorse, he failed his task as a Firstborn –to protect the land of Arinar. With the few surviving men they had in the dim lit air-trapped cave they tried fixed what they had done wrong. One by one they removed the spearshooters from the sunken ships and mounted them on the scorpions that have saved them. They made sure that every scorpion will have a spearshooter mounted on its back. For years and decades the crew removed, fixed and placed these weapons until every last crustacean of its kind has a giant crossbow slammed on its back. They all knew that these scorpions will do the right job, a right job better than theirs. The spearshooter scorpions remained near the air trapped cave for some centuries until it decided to venture out into the known world of Arinar. Perhaps it has sensed the greater evil that lurks beyond the unknown waters of Ayvondil? Or maybe it has sensed something else? No matter what the reason is the spearshooter's real purpose is about to be told. *Ranged Damage dealer class minion. *Note: the spearshooter scorpion uses the tip of its tail to pull the crossbow string. Abilities and skills. 1. Power shoot (active skill) - deals high damage to enemy. 2. Poison shoot (active skill) - the scorpion envenoms its arrow. 3. Lock-on (passive skill) - the minion will increase its accuracy rate on the target with every hit. (2% accuracy for every attack, max is 20% accuracy. Restarts when minion attack misses or minion changes target. ) 4. Bulls-eye (passive skill) - the minion will increase its critical rate on the target with every hit. (2% critical for every attack, max is 20% critical. Restarts when minion attack misses or minion changes target. ) IGN: Saicreed (US-Sapphire) *Please forgive my attempt in my childish illustration. It is my first time in making an art out of majestic pixels. -Top view -Front view (kind off..) Lols..

maybe this cc chest will also contain cc costumes from past events :)

Wew... won third place thanks much guys. I really had a good feeling my story will place third and not first nor second idk why lol. I'm currently writing the continuation of my story "Memories of Irselnort". The story will take place in Ayvondil. It will tell Saicreed's tale of the foreign land and his tale of love about a certain woman. Oh and by the way all our stories are winners, not only us.

I already thought of the continuation of my story. I think i'll post it fb after the judging.

yes i remember that time when players farm mobs and sell their loot in npc but now all loot costs 1g and mob only drops 2g.. maybe just increase gold drop maybe?

dont include spaces in character count 😄

He has slain every villain that threaten the land of Godgorrath and its people. It was now time for him to take the ship. The ship swayed, evading the huge blocks of ice as it moved away from Godgorrath. The large land that he knew looked as large as a pea in the wide ocean. He noticed that the ship was not swaying anymore. The ice has disappeared. The sea is growing warm. Saicreed took his gaze to the white birds that the sailors identify to him as seagulls. It was an eye cure for him from the black crows that flocked the sky of Godgorrath. "Arinar sure is huge," he said to himself. Then a sailor on top of the sail rang the bell and shouted "Irselnort!" The ship docked. It is now time for him to pack up and leave. He carried his staff that he got before leaving Godgorrath. The sound his foot made on the ship's wooden floor was the saddest thing he had heard. He doesn't know why. The sailors unpacked the furs from the ship and wished him luck. Saicreed once more looked at the ship before facing his back to it. The monsters on Irselnort are tougher. His heal was very useful for him and others. He was grateful for any help he could offer on anyone he met. Back in Puma's Village he won't forget his first war. He heard the horns of war and saw the forces of Legion march. He followed them towards lands he has not yet reach to the steppes. He knew he wouldn't be of any help so he decided to be a scout. Scouting a place he hadn't been before was hard. He fled all the monsters chasing him and tried not to encounter them at all for he was too weak to face them. His vision turned red when he saw the army of the Sentinels march over him. Saicreed wouldn't forget that. He couldn't do anything to stop it and the worst he was too late to report the arrival of the enemies. He woke up next to the respawn statue he has bound his soul to. Breathing heavily he rushed towards Scout's Camp with all haste. They must defend it or the Legion will fall. He found himself standing together amongst the strongest warriors of the Legion. For a moment he felt that he was strong too. They failed that time even if they did everything they could. It was an event they must forget, but to Saicreed he will remember it. He managed to grew strong and now facing the last trials to be worthy to be called a son of Berengar. He was at the Camp of Legion that time when a rogue approached him and ask why he doesn't have a guild yet when he was a pretty strong shaman. Saicreed just smiled on him, he didn't answer. He remembered it was a long time when he had joined a guild. He left his previous guilds because he was still weak to offer them help. He would even leave gold and items in their guild storage before leaving. The rogue asked if he wants to join in his guild. It was the first time a guild leader asked him that. He has doubts at first but for some reason he said yes. Little did he know that time that the guild "DeepImpact" the guild he had joined that time would have a deep impact within him. Many will see him bear the guild's title under his name to maps yet unreached, dungeons yet to open and times yet to come. His story will not end as long as Arinar is there. Everyone has a story to tell. How about you, what's your story?

In us-saph elf outnumber mc 3:1 no need to look at statistics just go to dealer and look at how much goods elf side has and by just looking in guild tournament you'll know elf has more ppl. Time to close those elf side registration once again. 😄 Hmm? something just came to my mind. What if dgs and quest will be disabled 20 minutes before war and during war? And maybe a minute before the war all people will be forced teleport on one of the three towns needed to be protected(except those who havent finish the map 1 last quest). It is a bit forced i know so to continue back doing dg or questing you need to end the war by smashing the last enemy flag or either let them smash yours. Trust me this force teleport is good. SAO fans will know.

So my character in game is a female but im a male and I also act like a male in game. What should I use when i'm describing myself, "he" or "she"? Need your thoughts.

I play coz its fun to be with friends and friends to be. I play a healer class a shaman coz i love to heal random players i meet on my way then they'll send me a message saying "thank you" which is not necessary and i'll just reply back with the cool smiley wearing shades with just two letters, "np"

So I was doing my some norlant quest when i noticed that my new staff's durability has reached 2 so I decided to use my old staff a lvl20 spellstick of retribution for a while. And when some of my gears reached 0 durability I decided to use a repair scroll. I tried to re equip my old staff but now it's missing my new staff is a +5 lvl21 lords enchanted baton with witching scythe btw.

any mobs that dont drop the quest items you need...

on my dk there was one time when a farmer refused all my party invitation for a miniboss for a quest.. so when the boss has now low hp i pulled it using threads of darkness and now he have to kill it all over again.. i felt such hapiness doing this.. much hapiness than beating six shadows.. greedy farmers are the real trolls.. lol

This will be helpful for newbies, good job.