Finishing the script for the sexbow would probably not take a whole lotta time compared to some of the other stuff that needs doing (like working up the script end of view model consolidation - which I expect two days, min). Probably 10 minutes or so, if I had a model to conform the script to. So if I had a model within the next three days, I'd get the script done in time.I said prolly not, as the next patch is just around the corner, and I took it to mean that you wouldn't be able to have a script for it even IF I made it. So making it right now has no point, when I have other things to do. >_> 'Sides, I'm not sure how I want to make it look, yet.
He said he'd have something for me "tomorrow"... On the 19th.Orochi is definitely working on the consolidation.
Orochi said:*sob*
Presently a second Loreldian stepped forward, her green hair dancing wildly in the wind.
"I will also stay." Felewyn said, and knelt before Pathos. "To protect all who will be."
âSir, no sir!â shouted a tall, dark haired elf of interminant age.
Elves, taller than humans (nearly eight feet average)
âEach of us,â said the fire mage, ârepresents a different element of fate. Fire, I am. Edra. Anger, love.â She held aloft her orb, a flame flickering from within its infinite depths.
âWater, I am. Seria. Mystery, imagination.â The mage in blue held aloft his orb, and it seemed that the orb was full of water deeper than could be viewed, a blue ocean in crystal.
âWind, I am. Aero. Motion, breath.â The mage in grey held aloft his orb, a great wind issuing from within.
âEarth, I am. Terra. Nature, growth.â The mage in green held aloft his orb, and it seemed to be pulsing with the radiance of all living things.
âLightning, I am. Kysar. Speed, pain.â The previously silent mage in gold held aloft his orb, and electricity crackled and arced through the air above.
âForce, I am. Lagos. Seperation, attraction.â The mage in brown held aloft her orb, which seemed to pull upon all things in the room.
âLife, I am. Lunia. Light, healing.â The mage in white held his orb up, and the gleaming light of nurturing filled the room.
âDeath, I am. Necro. Cycle, ending.â The mage in black held his orb up, and it seemed to dim the room with its power."