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I'd agree with that. To be honest it's closer to a Master class than anything else. As nice as it is for an idea, something like that could truly break the game.

Woah. That's certainly... strong.

"No, it's you. You keep trying to tell me things that I don't care about, without asking if I'd like to know. It's beyond funny."

Haldor laughed into his ale, nearly choking at Throlar's words. "Ha ha! You're hysterical, mate, I haven't heard a single word of sense from your lips since you first came into this hall."

I hate to burst your bubble, but you've ridiculously overcomplicated things there. It honestly is as simple as this: 2x damage for light elemental cancelled out by 2/ damage for dark elemental. If one finds oneself involving rounding, then one has gone wrong somewhere.

Haldor tried covering his ears when Arthur started singing, but instead resigned himself to concentrate of polishing his axe until the sorceror stopped. Singing about his problems in a public place - what's that about? Haldor thought.

Item trading is a valid exception to this rule, I'd say.

I'm really sorry, Palathadric, I didn't know you wanted them. Perhaps you might want to consider reserving items over PM in future to avoid this kind of disappointment.

"Perhaps you ought to brush up on your ambassador skills, mate. If you don't even know the name for something from one of this world's most notorious lands, it might be worth reconsidering your career."

Haldor looked confused. "Vartic? What're you talking about?"

Ooh! Dual Strike weapon!

"Great, reckon something like this could come in handy. Here's eighty gold pieces to take it off your hands." Haldor thanks the druid and goes off to find a chair on Karie's table, holding his new weapon up to his eyes as he walks. After finding himself a comfortable place to sit, the nord remembers that he had kept one of the lizard beast's claws in his satchel as a souvenir. Taking it out, he takes a quick look at the talon's dark black smoothness - it'd probably make a good weapon for someone. Haldor calls out in a loud voice. "Got myself a lovely Claw blade knife here. Small, sharp and agile, I imagine. Give a holler if you want it." For Sale: Sickle Claw Knife (WP: 12) - Starting price: 110 gold.

Haldor notices a druid selling items over at a nearby table and heads off to investigate. "Hey, mate. What you got here that could interest me?" The nord notices a hefty double-edged sceptre resting amongst some other equipment. "How much for this? 80 gold it reads on your note. You up for selling it?"

I'm sorry if my meaning may have been unclear. There's nothing wrong with a rogue making some money if the situation allows it. i.e. there are a few enemies that are tactically the same, in this event I wouldn't stop a character choosing the one that can drop gold. However in other situations, such as one in which it is tactically vital for a rogue to attack one foe over another, I would expect the rogue to do their job. It's no case of other classes being supposed to target the most 'important' enemies, as in many circumstances the rogues are huge damage dealers and thus should pull their weight. I shall ignore your last statement because I would like to avoid an argument. One thing I will say, however, is that you have misinterpreted completely what I have been saying; deliberately or otherwise.

No. If someone acts like a git and is only out to help themselves then they may as well not even play this game. Honestly, what is the point in doing something that you know will irritate others just so that you can gain some numbers on your profile? The idea that I have and will always have is this: one is permitted to do anything they wish in-character as long as it does not threaten enjoyment for anyone else. If a rogue refuses to fight anything without the incentive of personal reward, they have broken that rule and therefore I have no issue with the other party members doing the same back. If you're planning on playing like this or encouraging others to do so, perhaps consider the consequences of such a style on the overall sense of fun for the rest of the community. And quite frankly, the argument that "hey, I was going to give you items but now I can't" is purely childish.

No, rogues were properly broken. The fact that a hero was able to get a WP roughly twice of everyone else's and still have enough cash to buy artefacts and immunities. It sounds as though you're just bitter, to be honest. If you want to know why this nerf happened, go and re-read this topic from the beginning. Also, what world are you living in where rogues have been known to upgrade people's weapons for them? It has never, ever taken place. Why would I be joking? My actions would be perfectly justified. If a rogue character is so downright selfish to only fight enemies that can be mugged, therefore putting their desires above those of the party, they do not deserve any loot in my view. The number one goal is and always has been finishing the battle as efficiently as possible. If you think that it's okay to ignore the wishes of the other heroes and simply do what benefits you the most, I doubt that many people will be happy having you in their party at all. There is a line between playing a self-centred game and acting like an idiot, don't cross it.

Haldor rolled his eyes. "And who exactly are you, telling me what I do and don't know? I doubt you've ever even been to Vartland, let alone heard what tales we like to tell. Get out of my face."

"That's not a childhood I would envy, to be sure. I'm glad to hear that there is someone who held you up there. D'you ever think you'll go back to see her? Might be a nice surprise, if you can get away from this hall for a few months. Me, I don't plan on ever going home, there's nothing left for me there." Haldor mimed tipping a hat with one hand. "Honoured that you consider me good enough company to avoid your toll, m'lady." At Karie's last sentence, the shaman laughed again. "Opera? Oh gods, not me. They're them southern things when no-one can utter but a few words without bursting into song, right? Sometimes they don't even sing languages you can understand, what's that all about? No, the kind I'm talking about are the plays where actors re-enact great battles and sing songs of legends past. I like those. In our village the bards would always put on a good show before we had our feasts. In some ways I'm jealous of the great viking heroes, they never had any of our problems. To think, all they had to do was hack up some big ugly trolls, and that was that... got themselves a big strong woman to warm their bed, and all the ale in the world for their troubles."

"Sister? How's she doing, did she come over to Eubric with you, or is she elsewhere? My family is all over in Vartland still, if you could call 'em that. When I left, I was leaving the whole lot behind and I wouldn't want it any other way. I have - used to have, a brother you know, name was Leif. He was good to me... dead now of course." Haldor stopped. He realised that he hadn't mentioned to anyone his brother, and just uttering his name brought back painful memories. "So, I hope you're doing better than me in this place. You are sure of what you want, I like that. Don't let anyone tell you to be different - keep your face painted if it makes you happy, lass. Tough luck with your adoptive parents, not really much you could do. That's the thing about parents, you're stuck doing what they make you until you're old enough to shout loader. She ever beat you? Got it ever day from my father. Whether it was my sword-arm not swinging hard enough, or my crying when the other boys hit me; he liked to give me it whenever he could. 'Making me into a man', he called it." The nord broke the mood with a hearty chuckle. "That fee apply to me, Karie?" "Acting, eh? That sounds like a laugh. I love a good play, ones with dragons and pretty girls are the best."

"Charis? Never would have guessed, you don't have much of an accent. How long've you been wearing all that stuff on your face? I've seen my fair share of women, if you catch my meaning; you'd probably look better without it on - unless there's something else that I don't know, that makes you want to hide yourself away." Haldor chugs down yet more of his drink while he talks. Finally offering it to Karie. "You want any of this, Karie? You're right about me being nord, that's easy to tell I imagine. Yeah, likewise about the lack of contact. I hadn't seen a single Charisian 'till I came down south. I don't blame any of your people for never coming near Vartland - it's hardly a welcoming place for strangers. Back there, you either fit in or get buried in the ice. If you walk onto a clan's territory they stick and axe in your head, that sort of thing. The people are bastards anyway."

I'm not entirely sure as to what you are referring...

Why are you both acting as though all your classes are now useless? Rogues can still farm gold, and the classes still keep their individual bonuses that are unique to them. Of course you can, but remember that this works both ways. To put it one way: if any rogue tried this in a party I were involved in, they could say goodbye to any hopes of being healed or receiving loot.

"Aye, pleased to meet you, Karie. So you're new, that makes sense. Don't think that I'd miss someone like you in a crowd if I saw you before." He laughs. "Oh, I see. Never used to have owned tables before. In that case, mind if I take a seat at your table, miss?" "Damn straight." Haldor says, helping himself to some conveniently placed ale. "So, Karie, whereabouts you from then? I'm guessing somewhere dark, judging by the whiteness of your face." The nord gestures, grinning. "No prizes for guessing where I hail."

Meh, I don't mind. 50 gold is half of the retail price and therefore what I consider resale price. And anyway, Alexandre is Haldor's friend.

Haldor spies an unfamiliar redheaded girl sitting miserably at the knight club's table. Curious, he heads over to investigate. "Something pissing you off, miss?" The nord stops, realising that this was not polite. "Sorry about my language, old habits and all that. What's your name? I'm Haldor, you may or may not have heard of me. Been in this lovely house for a good while now."