Design Notes

August 03, 2012

Dage vs Nulgath War Finale

Disloyalty is NOT an option!

Evil vs Evil... which Commander is greater?! This weekend, your battling will decide whether Dage the Evil or Nulgath the Archfiend gains control of the Underworld! Choose to fight with the Undead Legion, the Nulgath Nation, or for yourself... no matter which side you choose, you'll get awesome loot! Will Dage rise as Nulgath’s shadow falls? That is up to you and your fellow warriors!

Dage's Rewards!

To bring you to his side, Dage the Evil offers:

 Corruption of Aranx

• Evolved Paragon Bank Pet
• Fenrir Legion Armor
• Corruption of Aranx Armor
• Lycan Flesh Destroyer Blade
• Undead Warrior Judge Armor
• And more!

Nulgath's Rewards!

To bring you to his side, Nulgath offers:

Neofiend of Revontheus

• Vacation House of Nulgath
• Grimlord of Nulgath Armor
• Neofiend of Revontheus Armor
• Carnage Void of Nulgath Armor
• Oblivion Blade of Nulgath
• Still more items!

Epic Duel's Mechachillid Bug Warriors Invade AQWorlds!

Get your very own Epic Duel Mechachillid Armor, helm, and the Epic Duel Stalagmite Pet! It lays eggs as it sits next to you! Let Rogarrk pass on a message from its Queen:

Nothing be to buggy for be EPIC! *chk* We say so, we Mechachillid warriors. From Delta V, we  think this, we know. Rogarrk here, on mission from Queen. Lore-speak  not easy. I talk small. You come, be new human warrior for Queen. No harm you, I promise. Is good food, good fight on Delta V. Queen love meet new warriors. Queen love give warriors EPIC new gear! *chkchk*

Talk to Rogarrk in Battleon to pick up the:

• Mechachillid Armor
• Mechachillid Helm
• Epic Duel Stalagmite Pet

It's time to FIGHT! For your RIGHT! To SLAUGHTER! (Your opponents) /join Evilwar and get slayin' because both Dage and Nulgath say it's time to END this war!

Have an EVIL weekend, we'll see you all Monday!

July 18, 2012

For the ArchFiend...

Disloyalty is NOT an option!

Screams of blood and rage drown out the groans of the dying… and the last, lingering sighs of those who are dying again.

A wash of grey overlays the sky, clouding the vision of an unknown warrior as he lay on shards of broken steel.

Glaring light obscures his sight, and the cold black Underworld begins to brighten into the cold white of unwelcome oblivion.

Ignoring the pain, he turns his head to the side, sees his commander standing tall.

He shudders. Darkness falls.

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 Nulgath stares over the head of his messenger minion and nods, accepting the final sacrifice of another soldier, gathering another soul, for his cause. He smiles, running his tongue over his teeth, tasting the last remnants of pain lingering in the air. He turns his attention back to the runner’s long-winded, breathless tale.

He growls.

"Less talk, more message.  Now."

Cringing, the messenger ducks away from the blow Nulgath’s tone promises. He hunches over, hurrying on before the blade can fall.

“The pretender’s Legion advances faster than anticipated, Master! We must fall back, the Lieutenant says.”

Nulgath hisses; the messenger’s knees buckle. With visible effort, he prevents himself from falling. Six toxic-orange eyes bore into his soul. Gasping, terrified, he feels his sense of self being exposed, shredded, and then knotted together stronger than he could have ever imagined.

He shudders, straightens his spine and pulls his shoulders back. He raises his eyes to meet those of his Commander. Nulgath stares down, scrutinizing his feverishly-devoted expression.

“And what do YOU recommend we do? If you were to give the orders?”

Nulgath stretches out his hand, not breaking eye contact. In his fist, an un-blooded blade appears. The newly-elevated soldier grasps it eagerly.

Nulgath turns to stare across the battlefield at the phalanxes of undead marching steadily towards his warriors.

He can sense the scene playing out behind him, feel the agony as the blade pierces traitorous flesh. Nulgath grins as a new, stronger soldier takes the place of one who did not deserve to serve.

“Those who will not fight, do not live.”

In the icy air, a stream of blood runs down the new Lieutenant’s stained sword-edge, freezing as it falls. Hitting the ground, the drops shatter into razor-edged reminders of cowardice’s cost.