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1. From the different types of pets, which would be your or your character's favorite? Why?
My favorite pet would have to be the Rambo, because my horns + his horns = a lot of horns. Also, look at it! How could I say no to that?
2. Tell us about your TERA adventures together. How would your character have met the pet? What would the pet's personality be like?
I shall tell you a tale...
"Ha! Have you had enough?", I say to the Orisk as we fight in the hot desert heat of Basilisk Crag. It lets out a grunt, or scream, or whatever you call the sound an enraged Orisk makes. I turn around to shake what Mother Shara gave me in his face. As I swing back around, my foe is nowhere to be found. Where is it? Did it flee? Is it behind me? Above me? "Uh oh", I say. It's below me. It was too late...
"CRASH!"
As I fly through the air, I take time to collect my thoughts.
"Are my boots tied?"
"How am I physically carrying all these items?"
"Wow, Velika looks tiny from up here."
"Did I leave the campfire on?"
But most importantly, "Given my current velocity, wind direction, and level of hunger, I wonder where I'm going to land?"
Meanwhile, in the Celestial Hills, a ram eats some grass or something. You know, ram stuff. I then proceed to land on it.
"BAAAAAAAAAA!", he bleats angrily.
"Whoa, thanks for breaking my fall bud. Sorry for the inconv..."
"BAAAAAAAAAA!", he says, rudely interuptting my apology. He then proceeds to stand up rapidly, throwing me in the process.
"Hey, I was attempting to say I'm sorry. You don't have to rude. Anyway I need to... OOF!" He forcibly connects his horns to my glistening, rock solid abs. "Hey! That tickles!", I respond jovially.
"BAAAAAAAAAA!", he yells. He had the look of bloodlust, fury, wrath, and other synonyms in his eyes. He then suddenly falls asleep.
"Huh. Well alright then.", I say, confused. "I guess I'll leave now. But first, I'll take this chance to pat you on the head, beacuse look at you! How I could say no to that?!" I reach down and touch his notoriously fluffy head.
"BAAAAAAAA-HA!", he bleats as he launches me skyward in a suprisingly clever sneak attack.
"Oh come on!", I scream as I hit the ground. "That was completely uncalled for!"
"BAAAAAAAAAA!", he exclaims.
"Say what?", I answer.
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!", he suggests.
"You take that back!", I retort.
I run full steam in his direction, as does he in mine. "BAMSHACRACKLEDOOM!"
We butt heads with a force the world has never seen. The sky darkened. Lightning struck. Birds flew in all directions. Someone's cup fell off the table. It was legendary. We continued to push each other back and forth, tearing up the ground beneath us with our awesome legs of power and horns of divine fortitude.
This continued for six hours.
With my last bit of energy, I give one final shove. He falls, his energy expended.
"HA! That's what happens when you don't let me apologize!", I say as I struggle to keep standing.
"BAAA...AAA..AAAA-CHOO!", he sneezes. It was a cute sneeze, but strong enough to take me out.
"Well played, ram. Well played.", I whisper as I blackout and hit the ground.
Capo and I have been inseparable ever since.
My favorite pet would have to be the Rambo, because my horns + his horns = a lot of horns. Also, look at it! How could I say no to that?
2. Tell us about your TERA adventures together. How would your character have met the pet? What would the pet's personality be like?
I shall tell you a tale...
"Ha! Have you had enough?", I say to the Orisk as we fight in the hot desert heat of Basilisk Crag. It lets out a grunt, or scream, or whatever you call the sound an enraged Orisk makes. I turn around to shake what Mother Shara gave me in his face. As I swing back around, my foe is nowhere to be found. Where is it? Did it flee? Is it behind me? Above me? "Uh oh", I say. It's below me. It was too late...
"CRASH!"
As I fly through the air, I take time to collect my thoughts.
"Are my boots tied?"
"How am I physically carrying all these items?"
"Wow, Velika looks tiny from up here."
"Did I leave the campfire on?"
But most importantly, "Given my current velocity, wind direction, and level of hunger, I wonder where I'm going to land?"
Meanwhile, in the Celestial Hills, a ram eats some grass or something. You know, ram stuff. I then proceed to land on it.
"BAAAAAAAAAA!", he bleats angrily.
"Whoa, thanks for breaking my fall bud. Sorry for the inconv..."
"BAAAAAAAAAA!", he says, rudely interuptting my apology. He then proceeds to stand up rapidly, throwing me in the process.
"Hey, I was attempting to say I'm sorry. You don't have to rude. Anyway I need to... OOF!" He forcibly connects his horns to my glistening, rock solid abs. "Hey! That tickles!", I respond jovially.
"BAAAAAAAAAA!", he yells. He had the look of bloodlust, fury, wrath, and other synonyms in his eyes. He then suddenly falls asleep.
"Huh. Well alright then.", I say, confused. "I guess I'll leave now. But first, I'll take this chance to pat you on the head, beacuse look at you! How I could say no to that?!" I reach down and touch his notoriously fluffy head.
"BAAAAAAAA-HA!", he bleats as he launches me skyward in a suprisingly clever sneak attack.
"Oh come on!", I scream as I hit the ground. "That was completely uncalled for!"
"BAAAAAAAAAA!", he exclaims.
"Say what?", I answer.
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!", he suggests.
"You take that back!", I retort.
I run full steam in his direction, as does he in mine. "BAMSHACRACKLEDOOM!"
We butt heads with a force the world has never seen. The sky darkened. Lightning struck. Birds flew in all directions. Someone's cup fell off the table. It was legendary. We continued to push each other back and forth, tearing up the ground beneath us with our awesome legs of power and horns of divine fortitude.
This continued for six hours.
With my last bit of energy, I give one final shove. He falls, his energy expended.
"HA! That's what happens when you don't let me apologize!", I say as I struggle to keep standing.
"BAAA...AAA..AAAA-CHOO!", he sneezes. It was a cute sneeze, but strong enough to take me out.
"Well played, ram. Well played.", I whisper as I blackout and hit the ground.
Capo and I have been inseparable ever since.
Hello Arachnaea. With the upcoming Vanarch election upon us, I thought it would be a good idea for potential candidates to share information on which province they are running for. The idea is to make sure we cover as many zones as we can to ensure the community has few problems with unopened stores and missing trainers. My guild is planning on running in the next election, and we want to make sure we don't waste our effort by running for spot on a continent with too many candidates if the others have zones available (we want Arcadia, but we're not picky!). If we could comprise a list of candidates and the province they would like to run we can prevent any overlap, and I believe that would be more beneficial for the server as a whole.
If you are a GM running for the 4th Vanarch election, please let us know what your plans are.
-Serenade (Ham Sandwich Theory)
If you are a GM running for the 4th Vanarch election, please let us know what your plans are.
-Serenade (Ham Sandwich Theory)
Ham Sandwich Theory is a brand new guild looking to fill their ranks!
GM: Serenade
Focus: Whatever the guild feels like doing!
Recruiting: Any mature players, regardless of age.
We are a casual guild that blah blah blah. You've heard it all before. Basically, this is an adaptive guild that does whatever feels like doing given the current situation. There is no ultimate goal, no promises of glory, no obligations at all really. If you feel like hanging out with some pretty cool people and don't mind going out of your way every now and then to help others out, this guild is probably a good choice for you. We are focusing on recruiting members from multiple time zones to increase our online presence at any given time. Given enough dedicated members, we will also jump on the Vanarchy wagon. If we feel like it.
In game contacts: Serenade, Allegretto, Cadenza, Acappella, or just apply through whatever means you prefer. We do accept fireworks displays.
Also we have cookies.*
*(Cookies not guaranteed)
GM: Serenade
Focus: Whatever the guild feels like doing!
Recruiting: Any mature players, regardless of age.
We are a casual guild that blah blah blah. You've heard it all before. Basically, this is an adaptive guild that does whatever feels like doing given the current situation. There is no ultimate goal, no promises of glory, no obligations at all really. If you feel like hanging out with some pretty cool people and don't mind going out of your way every now and then to help others out, this guild is probably a good choice for you. We are focusing on recruiting members from multiple time zones to increase our online presence at any given time. Given enough dedicated members, we will also jump on the Vanarchy wagon. If we feel like it.
In game contacts: Serenade, Allegretto, Cadenza, Acappella, or just apply through whatever means you prefer. We do accept fireworks displays.
Also we have cookies.*
*(Cookies not guaranteed)
Guild: Ham Sandwich Theory
GM: Serenade
Recruitment: Open to any mature players. We don't actually care how old you are.
We are a casual guild that blah blah blah. You've heard it all before. Basically, this is an adaptive guild that does whatever feels like doing given the current situation. There is no ultimate goal, no promises of getting everyone the best gear, no obligations at all really. If you feel like hanging out with some pretty cool people and don't mind going out of your way every now and then to help others out, this guild is probably a good choice for you. No promises.
In game contacts: Serenade, Allegretto, Cadenza, Acappella, or just apply through whatever means you prefer. We do accept fireworks displays.
Also we have cookies.*
*(Cookies not guaranteed)
GM: Serenade
Recruitment: Open to any mature players. We don't actually care how old you are.
We are a casual guild that blah blah blah. You've heard it all before. Basically, this is an adaptive guild that does whatever feels like doing given the current situation. There is no ultimate goal, no promises of getting everyone the best gear, no obligations at all really. If you feel like hanging out with some pretty cool people and don't mind going out of your way every now and then to help others out, this guild is probably a good choice for you. No promises.
In game contacts: Serenade, Allegretto, Cadenza, Acappella, or just apply through whatever means you prefer. We do accept fireworks displays.
Also we have cookies.*
*(Cookies not guaranteed)
Edited by: firedonut
11 months ago
I had the same issue. For some reason the instance matching is sending out false requests that ask you to join a party already in progress. Just ignore those and wait for an "official" invite (with battle drum sound effect and 200+ second response time) before accepting.