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Profession
"My travels across the world brought me to a quaint tavern in a small fishing village along the River Vinos. Many of the men in the tavern were drunk and rowdy, harassing the poor barmaids and chuckling like idiots. However, there was one cloaked figure who stood out from the small crowd. I assumed it was a woman, for the cloak outlined a slim, delicate figure.
She sat upon a stool over the counter, her face shadowed by a cowl. I took a seat on the other side of the room, and that is when I fully realized whom or what she was. One of the drunkards moseyed over to her with an uneven step, and grinned like a moron.
‘Say you come up with me and we have a good time, ey lady?' he questioned, his speech slurred and barely comprehendible. The woman sat there and ignored him. He pursed his lips and his face displayed anger. 'Ey, lady, you got no right to ignore me!' the drunkard exclaimed, grabbing her shoulder.
Then, the woman came to life, as if awoken suddenly. The stool she sat upon fell to the wooden floors and within seconds, the drunkard was on the floor with his eyes closed, a stream of blood freely flowing from his mouth. I was certain that he was not alive.
The other hooligans rose from their seats, fists clenched, and encircled the cloaked woman. 'You killed our friend, whore!'
She let her cloak fall to the floor, allowing me identify the woman. She was very tall, and had purplish white skin. Her hair was jet black, tied together by a metallic band that dangled from her head. Tied around the bottom of her tail was a keen knife that glowered in what little light the fireplace emitted. Grasping her body was certainly metal, but she did not have much of it. It wrapped around her as if multiple vipers entangled her, hiding her womanhood, but still revealing enough to astonish. How could such a fragile warrior wear so little?
One of the men lumbered forward, swinging his right fist in an arc. In a wicked blur, the temptress withdrew a long dagger that severed the man’s fist from his arm. He screamed in agony for a brief moment. However, he was interrupted as his assailant’s foot, clad in black metal, came crashing into his gut. He fell back, knocked out by the sudden blow. The remaining four men closed in on her, and she smirked with glee, for another dagger appeared in her opposite hand. She stepped back, raising her daggers defiantly, and leaped upon one of her opponents like a cat. The woman was clearly in frenzy, aroused by the sounds of pain that resonated within the small tavern. Her opponent collapsed. I gazed at what little of his back I could make out, and saw the cause of his demise – his back was dotted with bloodied holes.
The woman was silent, but as her daggers sliced through air and flesh, they made a soothing song that eased the carnage that I witnessed slightly. Another man fell to the ground, his left arm detached, and his shirt red with blood from a deep gash in his throat. As the two remaining men staggered, she stood back, smiling like a child. The fires that danced within the hearth faded within seconds, and shadows lingered all around. I was blinded by the blackness, but heard many sounds. The song of blades came to my ears like angelic music, interrupted by the sound of flesh being cut and heavy objects falling to the floor. When the bladesong concluded, I knew that the battle was over. Shadows dispersed, and the inn was silent. Chairs, tables and kegs littered the wooden floorboards, accompanied by the five corpses of dead men. When I say five, I do mean five. The man knocked out by the woman earlier was stabbed once more, lying amongst splintered wood and ale.
Astonished by this scene of bloodshed, I turned around and, to my amazement, saw the cloaked assassin gazing at me. Our eyes met, and all of my courage melted upon the sight of her decadent silver eyes. She grinned, and said:
'hatred looms high above the land – the shadow of death has come to purge all who encourage it.' With that, she left.
Thus, I dubbed her a Shade – a bloodthirsty harpy who dances across the field of battle, leaving behind a trail of blood and shadow.”
Role Melee Damage Primary Stats Agility, Strength Swords, Daggers, Katars, Fists
Shades are able to dance across the battlefield in a storm of blades, leaving behind only blood and misery. Players initiate a sequence of events called a dance, in which all abilities used acts as a step. As you execute a step, your next ability will deal more damage, until you unleash a devastating finale upon your foes. If you exceed the limit, you become exhausted, decreasing your movement and attack speed significantly. Maintaining the dance is crucial, but difficult, as you only have a certain amount of time allocated between each step. Generally, that time is three seconds.
Attacks
Shades are masters of battle who have practiced ancient battle techniques. Of these techniques is the skill rotation in which each ability is classified as a Lead, Off or Follow strike. This also applies to steps in the Dance of Blades.
• Lead attacks are initiating attacks that leave a target with the “Lead” debuff and often carry Conditions
• Off attacks are follow-through offhand attacks that deal more damage if a target has “Lead” and often worsen Conditions
• Follow attacks are optional double strikes only usable after an Off attack has been used, dealing double damage
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Profession
"For years now, the Imperial Crown waged a bloody guerrilla war against the southern kingdoms of Tahij and Gomar. I did not pay attention to such tensions, for this war is merely the result of the emperor’s imperialistic views and greed. However, in recent times, the war intensified and a close friend of mine died. As quick as any imperial steed could take me, I left for the south.
Upon arriving in the Gomari capital, Naraius, I was welcomed by the city’s Mother Priestess and lead to field of empty, golden homes. Lavender and rose wafted in the air, tickling my senses, as I observed the homes. Each house was small and rectangular, built from sandy granite. Above each doorway was a different symbol, and amongst the small shelters I saw, I determined that this expanse of abandoned homes were graves of fallen citizens of the entire kingdom. We proceeded into one of the homes, above the doorway of my friend’s grave were a white shield, and from it sprouted two ascending wings.
The Mother Priestess smiled at me as I entered, and only a meter or so away was a human-sized sarcophagus. I gazed at its lid, and it depicted some sort of animal holding a crystal orb. I looked at the woman next to me, and proceeded in asking, “How did he die?”
“Gaze into the ball, and you shall find out.”
Therefore, I did.
My eyes peered into the small, round globe and the world around me become nothing but sand. Rolling dunes of skull-white sand were scattered all around me, and I felt the burden of the Sun’s heat. The sky was a cloudless blue, and there was only a brief, warm breeze that whispered through the desolation. I was not remotely present in the scene, but it felt as if I was. I could feel my body digging into the sand and hear the distant footfalls of a bitter soldier. Limping through the sands was a muscular man, clad in silver and gold, with baggy brown trousers. Strapped to his back was a large, oddly shaped shield and tucked behind a cloth sash were to swords. This man, my friend, was a Scarab Knight of Gomar, a guardian of the Scarabbi Codex and the people of the desert kingdom.
Suddenly, the sands began to quake violently. The earth near the warrior fell through the surface of the desert, plummeting into the void. The sands shifted, eager to fill the deep hole, falling into it like graceful waterfalls. Within a matter of seconds, a winged lion emerged from the depths. The lion was as black as the night, with large red eyes. Its wings were charred and its fur dirtied by ash and rock. The beast flexed its wings, unleashing a torrent of falling ash, and roared. Not phased by the sudden emergence of this beast, the knight slowly withdrew his longswords. From the depths of his throat came a thunderous war cry that echoed for miles in the empty, sandy landscape. Both beast and warrior clashed violently.
The lion pounced, mouth wide open, guided by his blackened wings, upon the man. Two blades ripped into the beasts throat and then withdrew, causing the winged monster to cry and stagger backwards. Blood flowed like slow-moving lava from its atrocious maw. My eyes seemed to move away, revealing the full scene of battle. To the left was the beast and to the right was the warrior, who had composed himself. Another breeze wafted through the land as the Gomari Knight sheathed one blade. The beast charged, and within seconds, the knight turned, legs bent, as the beast collided into his shield, causing it to once more lumber backwards. The warrior's shield was now in his hands, paired with his ornate longsword.
The two clashed once more in a flurry of fang, tooth and blade. Paws slammed, shields clashed, sword met flesh. I could not see much in the mess, only blood. It came in spurts, and once the battle had concluded, the sight was bloody. Half-sunk in the skull-white sands was the beast, its red eyes now white and its body limp. Only a short distance away was the warrior, limping away. I did not understand how my friend could die from such an ordeal - until I saw the blood. In his shoulder, a blotch of blood stained his armor, until the warrior finally collapsed. And then, I returned to the presence of the Mother Priestess and frowned as she left.
Role Melee Damage & Tank Primary Stats Agility, Strength Swords, Bows, Axes, Shields, Maces, Daggers
I'd just like to clarify that Warriors have no specializations, or an official mechanic, because the Warrior class will not make it to the Post Demo phase. An extreme modification of the concept will, however, be present.
Screenshots are really amazing and the work is really great.. i am pretty sure, this will be better then TBR and TKOK... I am really looking foward to see these models of classes xD yay! and Oziris these art of classes are amazing!!! I like that 4th art (assasin I guess) most 
. Right now I can do icons, 2D skinning (but not professional, amateur still). xD So I can be just your fan
Is that such a bad thing?Marsal2000 said:
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