This is the part 2 of the tale of the Holy Avenger Cera Sumat, extracted from the game Icewind Dale II. This part tells of the time in which the legend was constructed, and is best digested after reading the first part 1 of the story, told bellow.
The light of Cera Sumat
The holy avenger is the paladin's ultimate weapon against the forces of evil. There are few creatures on the Lower Planes that would not hesitate to confront a holy warrior wielding such a weapon... and this one, perhaps more so than others. Once, it was nothing more than a simple iron sword, but through the courage and faith of one man, it became something more.
The blade of this holy avenger glows with a soft golden light. Inscribed upon the hilt in flowing gold letters is "Cera Sumat," which translates into "Six, now Silenced." Cera Sumat earned its name through the labors of elderly duke Kholsa Ehld, a man cresting nearly eighty years of age, who vowed to complete a task that the greatest warriors of three kingdoms feared to do... all because of the weeping of a child.
The times in which Old Duke Ehld lived were ones of great upheaval, and the servitors of Bane were strong, crushing all that stood in their way. Entire kingdoms feared their wrath, and to speak out against them meant death, so many remained silent and turned their eyes from the evils of Bane and his servants.
During these dark times, the most terrible of Bane's minions were six who called themselves the Lost Followers. Their souls were storms of avarice and hate, and mighty were the powers at their command. They reveled in strife and tyranny... and for all the blood they shed, it was never enough.
Together, the Lost Followers brought about the downfall of the Silver Court, slaying its king upon his throne and renaming his once-beautiful nation the Barbed Kingdom. After animating his decapitated corpse and having it march through the streets slaying anyone it could find, they brought a rain of fire down upon the city and the lands around, leaving it a barren wasteland. It is said that they dined in the capital's great hall that night as the land burned, and they raised their wine glasses as the screams of the dying reached their peak.
There was only one survivor. In their last act of malice, the Lost Followers left the king's only daughter, barely five years old, alive to reign as "Queen" over the burned kingdom. They called her the Weeping Queen and cast wards about her so that she might never leave the empty capital, and then left her to starve. Their appetite momentarily slaked, the Lost Followers parted ways and went upon their separate roads of damnation, sowing strife in the Bane's Name.
Old Duke Ehld was the first one to cross the wards of the Barbed Kingdom and seek out the Weeping Queen upon her father's throne. When he found the small girl, he approached, kneeled before her, and told her he had come to pledge his life in her service. In stiff, formal words, he said he had brought food and water and apologized for his lateness, but his bones were old and it had taken him some time to reach this place. The near-starving child stared at him as he pledged his worn blade and his honor to seeing that the ones who had done this terrible crime answered for their actions, if his Queen wished it. After a long, stunned silence, the Weeping Queen found the words to thank him.
From the moment Ehld left the throne room in search of the Lost Followers, the weeping of the queen ended, and she never cried again.
Over six years, Ehld traveled the lands of Faerun and across the planes themselves, seeking the Six, and asking them to answer for their crimes. Each scoffed at the old man and his worn-looking blade, only to find him a dangerous opponent... and in the end, the victor. He recorded the events of their death upon a stone set into the pommel of his blade, and there was even regret in his writings that he had not been able to enlighten the Lost Followers to turn from their path before it came to its end.
When the last of the Six had answered for their crimes upon the edge of the Cera Sumat blade, Ehld returned to the Weeping Queen and laid the blade at her feet. Where once it had been a tarnished blade, it shone as brightly as the sun, and the stone in the pommel was covered with the writing of his journeys. He detached the stone, and set into a chain, and he gave the Weeping Queen. Ehld told her to keep the chain to wear as a reminder of the many wrongs of the world and that they are never far from one's heart... but if one's heart is true and one's path is righteous, one may triumph against any number of evils.
Duke Ehld outlived his queen, living to the age of 107, at which point Ehld took his Cera Sumat and left the Barbed Kingdom... and is said to have traveled north. In time, the Barbed Kingdom rose to its former glory and its name was changed, and with it, the fate of Cera Sumat and the Medallion of the Lost Followers was forgotten... until your arrival in Kuldahar and the medallion and the Holy Avenger were united once again to meet the Lost Followers in battle one final time.
But the story of Ehld and Cera Sumat was a story of another time, and of the adventures of another hero. This is now your time, and your epic. If your band counts a paladin among its number, then this ancient blade is yours to wield against the forces of evil...
And perhaps, if your heart is true, save a land from destruction once again.
segunda-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2013
The Medallion of the Lost Followers
Extracted from the Game Icewind Dale II, this is the part 1 of the tale of the Holy Avenger Cera Sumat. It's also one of the reasons that make a game epic for me.
The medallion of the lost
Perhaps the yuan-ti did not know what they held in depths of Dragon's Eye, but simply holding this item reveals its long history to you, and its saga is an extended and bloody tale indeed. One only needs to bring the medallion close to them, close their eyes and concentrate upon it's cool metallic surface, and the chronicle of the keepsake scrolls through your mind.
This notched stone was once set into the pommel of the ancient blade Cera Sumat, a Holy Avenger wielded by the old paladin, Duke Kholsa Ehld as he walked upon the path of the Lost Followers, challenging them to answer for their crimes in the Barbed Kingdom. Inscribed upon the stone is the chronicle of his search for the six Lost Followers, and the circumstances surrounding their deaths. The medallion tells of the them:
Ehld met Inhein-Who-Was-Taken as she slept beneath the earth on the Battle of Bones and asked her to follow him to the Barbed Kingdom to be judged. Her laughter was a storm of bladed whispers, and she cursed the old man, hurling spells of death and flame upon him... she surrounded herself with mighty magics and swirling blades, daring the old man to come close, but he simply bowed his head and took shelter within the spiritual shield of his holy blade. In fury, she risked much and began to raise the dead from the Battle of Bones to destroy the Duke, but the shield around him prevented them from getting close. The undead, furious at their summoner for putting them to an impossible task, turned upon their mistress and tore her apart. Ehld took what was left in a small metal cask and brought it to the highest hill at daybreak, and let the sun shine down upon Inhein's remains until they were dust.
Broken Khree, one of the only monks to fight the Black Raven in combat and survive with only his legs shattered and his jaw splintered, was the next of the six, and he was not hard to find. He had gathered together a band of slaves captured from a number of small farming hamlets and had them build a temple in Bane's name. Khree was a master of unarmed combat, with eyes and reflexes so quick that he could dodge most missiles and spells before they stood a chance of touching him - and he had sent many archers and mages to their graves. In hand to hand combat, he was a terror, for his bones and body were one with the elements, ignoring fire, cold, lightning, and weather's other displeasures, and while his skin could be stabbed or cut, his bones had the strength of the earth about them, preventing them from being broken or crushed by all but the most powerful of attacks. Ehld knew this, and when he found the bloody monk, the two traded no words, but attacked each other immediately. It was all Ehld could do to dodge Khree's attacks, but in a dangerous stratagem, Ehld tricked Khree into collapsing the newly-erected temple of Bane around them, causing Khree's arms to become pinned by the falling masonry. The monk died as the falling crossbeams of the temple pierced his chest, and in the last minute of his life, he spat his defiance against Ehld and told him he would fight his way back from death to destroy him.
Kaervas Death's Head was the lord of an empire deep within the earth, and he sat upon his lava-red throne of rock and magma, his skin so thick with calluses and black enchantments that no mortal weapon could pierce or cut it. Ehld traveled many leagues beneath the surface of Faerun and demanded an audience with the black rock king. Kaervas, amused by the old human's challenge, agreed to fight him, but found Ehld's strength and holy avenger an equal match for his strength and skill. Finding it almost impossible to strike a mortal blow against Kaervas with even his keen blade, Ehld parried one of Kaervas' strikes and turned the momentum of Kaervas' own axe back on its owner, causing the blunt end of his mighty axe to sink into the dwarf's skull, splintering the bone beneath the skin into fragments. The Duergar allowed the human who had slain their king to leave unmolested, and they sealed Kaervas' body in the throne room where he died.
Atalaclys the Lost traveled upon the great sands of Anarouch, hoping to unearth some of the ancient magics buried within the desert to stave off the rotting disease which had claimed him. Ehld tracked him down through the shifting desert, meeting him in the sandy square of a dead town. With no living creature as their witness, the two of them fought for days, spell against blade for days, until at the height of the fourth day, Atalaclys's rotting throat cracked in the desert heat. Unable to utter a spell to carry him away, Ehld left him in the desert, where his corpse lay, fed upon the flies and beetles of Anarouch.
Jaiger of the Fanged Season had once been one of four Uthgart brothers whose father had blessed each of them with a binding of the elements. Jaiger had been bound to the Elemental Plane of Air, and such was his power that he could harness the wind to pull his bowstring - and cause the missiles and spells of his enemies to go astray. Jaiger was serving as a mercenary in one of the many southern kingdoms, his bow firing out a stream of arrows so fast and sure that he was said to bring a Rain of Death wherever he traveled. Ehld found the toothless barbarian within the brothels of a southern port, half-drunk and belligerent. When confronted, Jaiger was too deep in his cups to realize who Ehld was, and once it suddenly sunk in the old man had come to capture him, Jaiger tried to fight back with his bow - only to find it much more difficult to fire with his opponent standing almost on top of him than it was when the opponent was a horizon's distance away. Although Jaiger sunk many arrows into his opponent, Ehld was able to best him with a whirling strike that severed Jaiger's bow... and the barbarian's head from his body.
Veddion Kairne, the Hunched Lord, was the last and most difficult of Ehld's challenges. Kairne was said to be the spawn of a storm giant and a demon, combining the great strength of his father with the cunning and bloodthirstiness of his mother. No fork of lightning could touch him, no fire could burn him, and it was said that he bathed in acid and frost as if it were water. The two bloods coursing through him had given him a tremendous resistance to magic, but it prevented him from using magic himself, forcing him to walk the face of Faerun whenever he wished to travel the land. Instead of awaiting his death, however, he sought out Ehld as he was traveling upon the Spine of the World Mountains and tasked the old paladin with proving him guilty of the slaughter in the Barbed Kingdom. The two of them dueled with words for many hours atop the Spine of the World Mountains until Ehld finally tricked Kairne into admitting his guilt... and the Hunched Lord laughed and their battle began. Hurling jagged boulders at the elderly warrior, Kairne buried Ehld under an ever-growing mountain of rubble, then lifted up his hammer to drive the tombstone into the makeshift cairn around the old warrior... only to have the cairn collapse beneath him, causing an avalanche and crushing him beneath its great weight. Ehld, who had been crouching within the cairn and using his sword as a brace against the precarious balance of rocks, had slipped free and let weight and gravity take their course. With Kairne, the last of the six had been silenced, and Ehld returned home to his Queen.
When he arrived in the court of the Barbed Kingdom, Ehld detached the medallion from the pommel of his Holy Avenger and gave it to his Queen to wear as a reminder of the many evils of the world... but if one's heart is true and one's path is righteous, one may triumph against any number of evils.
If this medallion could somehow be brought to the resting place of Ehld's Holy Avenger, the blade will rise from the ground, ready to be taken up against the forces of evil once again.
The medallion of the lost
Perhaps the yuan-ti did not know what they held in depths of Dragon's Eye, but simply holding this item reveals its long history to you, and its saga is an extended and bloody tale indeed. One only needs to bring the medallion close to them, close their eyes and concentrate upon it's cool metallic surface, and the chronicle of the keepsake scrolls through your mind.
This notched stone was once set into the pommel of the ancient blade Cera Sumat, a Holy Avenger wielded by the old paladin, Duke Kholsa Ehld as he walked upon the path of the Lost Followers, challenging them to answer for their crimes in the Barbed Kingdom. Inscribed upon the stone is the chronicle of his search for the six Lost Followers, and the circumstances surrounding their deaths. The medallion tells of the them:
Ehld met Inhein-Who-Was-Taken as she slept beneath the earth on the Battle of Bones and asked her to follow him to the Barbed Kingdom to be judged. Her laughter was a storm of bladed whispers, and she cursed the old man, hurling spells of death and flame upon him... she surrounded herself with mighty magics and swirling blades, daring the old man to come close, but he simply bowed his head and took shelter within the spiritual shield of his holy blade. In fury, she risked much and began to raise the dead from the Battle of Bones to destroy the Duke, but the shield around him prevented them from getting close. The undead, furious at their summoner for putting them to an impossible task, turned upon their mistress and tore her apart. Ehld took what was left in a small metal cask and brought it to the highest hill at daybreak, and let the sun shine down upon Inhein's remains until they were dust.
Broken Khree, one of the only monks to fight the Black Raven in combat and survive with only his legs shattered and his jaw splintered, was the next of the six, and he was not hard to find. He had gathered together a band of slaves captured from a number of small farming hamlets and had them build a temple in Bane's name. Khree was a master of unarmed combat, with eyes and reflexes so quick that he could dodge most missiles and spells before they stood a chance of touching him - and he had sent many archers and mages to their graves. In hand to hand combat, he was a terror, for his bones and body were one with the elements, ignoring fire, cold, lightning, and weather's other displeasures, and while his skin could be stabbed or cut, his bones had the strength of the earth about them, preventing them from being broken or crushed by all but the most powerful of attacks. Ehld knew this, and when he found the bloody monk, the two traded no words, but attacked each other immediately. It was all Ehld could do to dodge Khree's attacks, but in a dangerous stratagem, Ehld tricked Khree into collapsing the newly-erected temple of Bane around them, causing Khree's arms to become pinned by the falling masonry. The monk died as the falling crossbeams of the temple pierced his chest, and in the last minute of his life, he spat his defiance against Ehld and told him he would fight his way back from death to destroy him.
Kaervas Death's Head was the lord of an empire deep within the earth, and he sat upon his lava-red throne of rock and magma, his skin so thick with calluses and black enchantments that no mortal weapon could pierce or cut it. Ehld traveled many leagues beneath the surface of Faerun and demanded an audience with the black rock king. Kaervas, amused by the old human's challenge, agreed to fight him, but found Ehld's strength and holy avenger an equal match for his strength and skill. Finding it almost impossible to strike a mortal blow against Kaervas with even his keen blade, Ehld parried one of Kaervas' strikes and turned the momentum of Kaervas' own axe back on its owner, causing the blunt end of his mighty axe to sink into the dwarf's skull, splintering the bone beneath the skin into fragments. The Duergar allowed the human who had slain their king to leave unmolested, and they sealed Kaervas' body in the throne room where he died.
Atalaclys the Lost traveled upon the great sands of Anarouch, hoping to unearth some of the ancient magics buried within the desert to stave off the rotting disease which had claimed him. Ehld tracked him down through the shifting desert, meeting him in the sandy square of a dead town. With no living creature as their witness, the two of them fought for days, spell against blade for days, until at the height of the fourth day, Atalaclys's rotting throat cracked in the desert heat. Unable to utter a spell to carry him away, Ehld left him in the desert, where his corpse lay, fed upon the flies and beetles of Anarouch.
Jaiger of the Fanged Season had once been one of four Uthgart brothers whose father had blessed each of them with a binding of the elements. Jaiger had been bound to the Elemental Plane of Air, and such was his power that he could harness the wind to pull his bowstring - and cause the missiles and spells of his enemies to go astray. Jaiger was serving as a mercenary in one of the many southern kingdoms, his bow firing out a stream of arrows so fast and sure that he was said to bring a Rain of Death wherever he traveled. Ehld found the toothless barbarian within the brothels of a southern port, half-drunk and belligerent. When confronted, Jaiger was too deep in his cups to realize who Ehld was, and once it suddenly sunk in the old man had come to capture him, Jaiger tried to fight back with his bow - only to find it much more difficult to fire with his opponent standing almost on top of him than it was when the opponent was a horizon's distance away. Although Jaiger sunk many arrows into his opponent, Ehld was able to best him with a whirling strike that severed Jaiger's bow... and the barbarian's head from his body.
Veddion Kairne, the Hunched Lord, was the last and most difficult of Ehld's challenges. Kairne was said to be the spawn of a storm giant and a demon, combining the great strength of his father with the cunning and bloodthirstiness of his mother. No fork of lightning could touch him, no fire could burn him, and it was said that he bathed in acid and frost as if it were water. The two bloods coursing through him had given him a tremendous resistance to magic, but it prevented him from using magic himself, forcing him to walk the face of Faerun whenever he wished to travel the land. Instead of awaiting his death, however, he sought out Ehld as he was traveling upon the Spine of the World Mountains and tasked the old paladin with proving him guilty of the slaughter in the Barbed Kingdom. The two of them dueled with words for many hours atop the Spine of the World Mountains until Ehld finally tricked Kairne into admitting his guilt... and the Hunched Lord laughed and their battle began. Hurling jagged boulders at the elderly warrior, Kairne buried Ehld under an ever-growing mountain of rubble, then lifted up his hammer to drive the tombstone into the makeshift cairn around the old warrior... only to have the cairn collapse beneath him, causing an avalanche and crushing him beneath its great weight. Ehld, who had been crouching within the cairn and using his sword as a brace against the precarious balance of rocks, had slipped free and let weight and gravity take their course. With Kairne, the last of the six had been silenced, and Ehld returned home to his Queen.
When he arrived in the court of the Barbed Kingdom, Ehld detached the medallion from the pommel of his Holy Avenger and gave it to his Queen to wear as a reminder of the many evils of the world... but if one's heart is true and one's path is righteous, one may triumph against any number of evils.
If this medallion could somehow be brought to the resting place of Ehld's Holy Avenger, the blade will rise from the ground, ready to be taken up against the forces of evil once again.
sexta-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2012
Torchlight 2
I've played Diablo 2 for a long time. I would even still be playing it, if it hadn't such an old engine and mechanics intended to make the player linger on playing just for the items - a kind of a BS system for me now that I got older and started questioning things - but at any rate that game was a special one among so many other games I've played.
It's not surprising then that I liked the idea of a sequel as it was announced by Blizzard a good while ago. At that time, though, I had not yet played their gold mine called WoW, so I had no idea they were going to go backwards and undo what the excellent patch 1.10 of Diablo II did to that game.
Thing is, Diablo III has no customization. None. Zero. Nich. The only things that you can customize are the armor and sex. Boo, look how good Demon Hunter I am on black lycra and heels!
Luckily, this post is not about Diablo III's mistakes - it's about another game who stayed true to D2 virtues - and it was no surprise for me when I discovered that many developers of D2 were responsible into this.
To sum what I loved in Torchlight 2, it is a game that makes you think. Makes you plan. It is almost Diablo 2 with a few minor but needed tweaks: where in Diablo 2 you would need some skills as prerequisites for the higher level ones, on Torchlight 2 you get them as autogranted at specific levels. While on Diablo 2 the skill point system was irreversible, ie a point spent is lost forever, here you have the option to undo the last 3 ones used. It's still restrictive, but I think that was meant for the player to "feel" the skill into their playstyle. Increasing it to 5 wouldn't be bad, though.
The same 5 points for any attribute you wish is used, but then again an interesting change was made: almost all points are useful for all classes. Strength, for example, increases all critical damage bonus - inclusing spells - and dexterity all critical chance, again, including spells. So, even as the Embermage, the game's flavored mage class, you would still need to consider these 2 factors before dumping all points into focus, which increases all elemental damage, and vitality, which would be a classical choice made by players on their Sorceress on Diablo 2.
The battles are fun. Really. The game is action-full, fast paced, and you have to analyse carefully what you're doing and facing on the same level as you click. Even playing as an Embermage on Veteran that killed stuff fast, I found myself dying over casual mistakes like getting hit by a slow but strong Troll - my favorite part was reading at status that the biggest damage I had taken was 2.6k when I had 2.3k hp.
To sum it up, this is a game that delivered everything that I was expecting. Granted, as I had read on a game reviewer, the story doesn't inspire much emotion. Maybe it was the fact that there wasn't no voiceover.
But, again, T2>>>D3.
It's not surprising then that I liked the idea of a sequel as it was announced by Blizzard a good while ago. At that time, though, I had not yet played their gold mine called WoW, so I had no idea they were going to go backwards and undo what the excellent patch 1.10 of Diablo II did to that game.
Thing is, Diablo III has no customization. None. Zero. Nich. The only things that you can customize are the armor and sex. Boo, look how good Demon Hunter I am on black lycra and heels!
Luckily, this post is not about Diablo III's mistakes - it's about another game who stayed true to D2 virtues - and it was no surprise for me when I discovered that many developers of D2 were responsible into this.
To sum what I loved in Torchlight 2, it is a game that makes you think. Makes you plan. It is almost Diablo 2 with a few minor but needed tweaks: where in Diablo 2 you would need some skills as prerequisites for the higher level ones, on Torchlight 2 you get them as autogranted at specific levels. While on Diablo 2 the skill point system was irreversible, ie a point spent is lost forever, here you have the option to undo the last 3 ones used. It's still restrictive, but I think that was meant for the player to "feel" the skill into their playstyle. Increasing it to 5 wouldn't be bad, though.
The same 5 points for any attribute you wish is used, but then again an interesting change was made: almost all points are useful for all classes. Strength, for example, increases all critical damage bonus - inclusing spells - and dexterity all critical chance, again, including spells. So, even as the Embermage, the game's flavored mage class, you would still need to consider these 2 factors before dumping all points into focus, which increases all elemental damage, and vitality, which would be a classical choice made by players on their Sorceress on Diablo 2.
The battles are fun. Really. The game is action-full, fast paced, and you have to analyse carefully what you're doing and facing on the same level as you click. Even playing as an Embermage on Veteran that killed stuff fast, I found myself dying over casual mistakes like getting hit by a slow but strong Troll - my favorite part was reading at status that the biggest damage I had taken was 2.6k when I had 2.3k hp.
To sum it up, this is a game that delivered everything that I was expecting. Granted, as I had read on a game reviewer, the story doesn't inspire much emotion. Maybe it was the fact that there wasn't no voiceover.
But, again, T2>>>D3.
quinta-feira, 1 de novembro de 2012
... and it shone as bright as the sky ...
Browsing a little through the web, I remember on of my favorites parts of The Silmarillion, from the Master JRR Tolkien:
As an exercise to those who read the book, try to remember where it came from.
As an exercise to those who read the book, try to remember where it came from.
Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time
Just started playing this game. Seems promising and honors the dungeon crawling spirit of the first games back in the 90's, but so far it has tremendous flaws.
First, I know that my reflexes are s*** and I'm a bad action game player, but is it that hard to jump back on feet quicker when you fall down, like, before beeing ganged by four minions and a boss? It's not like 5 seconds is a long time to do so.
Also, what a horrible camera. The zooming sometimes put your view facing walls that you can't change unless you switch to another camera mode (which also don't help you overcome your puzzle) and switch back. The panoramic view also hardly helps you see the totality of the area for it does not allow zooming or direction changes.
And really, the story makes you laugh sometimes. When you finally find the (hot busty with minimal clothes) princess she demands that you give back the Dagger you stole to reverse the havoc, to which you reply "Sorry, after what I saw now I'll trust no one". Then when you both get attacked by gigantic bugs, you readly and valiantly cry for her to run and hide while screamming "I'LL FIND YOU FARRAH!!!". Really? Find someone you just said you don't trust?
But the old Prince of Persia spirit is still there. I'll just need a helluva patience to go through all those cameras. Might be worth some posts later.
First, I know that my reflexes are s*** and I'm a bad action game player, but is it that hard to jump back on feet quicker when you fall down, like, before beeing ganged by four minions and a boss? It's not like 5 seconds is a long time to do so.
Also, what a horrible camera. The zooming sometimes put your view facing walls that you can't change unless you switch to another camera mode (which also don't help you overcome your puzzle) and switch back. The panoramic view also hardly helps you see the totality of the area for it does not allow zooming or direction changes.
And really, the story makes you laugh sometimes. When you finally find the (hot busty with minimal clothes) princess she demands that you give back the Dagger you stole to reverse the havoc, to which you reply "Sorry, after what I saw now I'll trust no one". Then when you both get attacked by gigantic bugs, you readly and valiantly cry for her to run and hide while screamming "I'LL FIND YOU FARRAH!!!". Really? Find someone you just said you don't trust?
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| Above: Indian princess |
But the old Prince of Persia spirit is still there. I'll just need a helluva patience to go through all those cameras. Might be worth some posts later.
terça-feira, 30 de outubro de 2012
SVN old file/directory
Right, I forgot: since some stuff I'll post here will probably be useful for some unsuspecting people who may end up here, I'll write my "memoirs of a work" in a language more suitable for universal use. In other worlds, if can read this, congratulations!
Now, to the first topic: I work as a developer of a library, and I use SVN for the version controlling. So, obladi, oblada, life goes blah blah blah, something incredibly irritating while using that tool is having to delete and add files/directories manually using the tool, not the OS infrastructure. Sometimes you forget to do that, and thing go "yuck", and you discover that only when commiting the work.
The message that appears is something like:
svn: [message] is old. Or something like that. I'll update later.
I found that what worked for me is using the next command:
Followed by a manual resolve:
--Memory written--
Now, to the first topic: I work as a developer of a library, and I use SVN for the version controlling. So, obladi, oblada, life goes blah blah blah, something incredibly irritating while using that tool is having to delete and add files/directories manually using the tool, not the OS infrastructure. Sometimes you forget to do that, and thing go "yuck", and you discover that only when commiting the work.
The message that appears is something like:
svn: [message] is old. Or something like that. I'll update later.
I found that what worked for me is using the next command:
- svn update -- force /path/to/file/or/dir
Followed by a manual resolve:
- svn resolve /path/to/same/file
--Memory written--
Back again...
Quantos "John Doe" devem haver pelo mundo, não?
Thing is, se eu for criar um blog para cada vez que ficar "maluco beleza", os drives do Google vão acabar. Enfim, long story short, quando se é bipolar e se escolhe não se tratar, bad things happen. Or not. Até que meus textos escritos há um ano atrás não foram tão ruins.
Anyway, um ano de medicação espero que seja suficiente para que consiga utilizar este pequeno recanto com mais assiduidade e responsabilidade, o que me leva a explicar alguns motivos pelos quais decidi voltar a escrever:
1) Vou ter que escrever em breve. É bom começar a treinar.
2) Já pesquisei e perdi e pesquisei de novo para novamente esquecer e pesquisar para... sim, acho que isso seria um bom local para colocar pequenas descobertas do meu trabalho, uma espécie de disco secundário onde colocarei respostas para pequenas perguntas que toda hora faço.
3) Escrever.
terça-feira, 26 de julho de 2011
Mass Effect 2
Just finished another great game made by Bioware: Mass Effect 2.
And it is, again a good game. Not a GREAT game, but a good game. A game with it's high's but also with severe lows, which result in a great experience if you forget the lows.
The story continues where Mass Effect 1 finished (SPOILER!): Captain Shepard, in his/her hunt for the Reapers, an ancient race of sentient machines who sistematically brought other space faring civilizations to their end, is attacked and dies. But Cerberus, the other arm of humanity on Space, brings him back to accomplish a mission: discover why the human colonies are beeing abducted and by whom.
So let me start with the lows. Like the previous game, Mass Effect 2 relies on some mini games to hunt for resources to upgrade your weaponry. But this time, that hunt is a boring minigame of move-mouse-click which gets boring and enervating at some point. At least on Mass Effect 1 you had some beautiful conceptions of the Universe while traveling with a tank-like car.
Also, another negative point is the side questing on space. While the ones you have to do for you allies and the ones encountered while questing are well designed, quests done on space have the same problem as seen on Mass Effect 1: many of them are short and much of the time pointless.
But let's end up with the High Pro's of the game, what makes it good: the story. While going through the main quest, you are certain of find a lot of fun and challenges. That includes both the missions you (can) do for your teammates and the Main Story, which again brilliantly gives some impressive artwork from Bioware about the space.
My favorite is at the end, the conception of a Quasar... for one like myself who wonders the wonders of this Cosmos we live in, even if beeing just an artwork is enough to make me smile.
And it is, again a good game. Not a GREAT game, but a good game. A game with it's high's but also with severe lows, which result in a great experience if you forget the lows.
The story continues where Mass Effect 1 finished (SPOILER!): Captain Shepard, in his/her hunt for the Reapers, an ancient race of sentient machines who sistematically brought other space faring civilizations to their end, is attacked and dies. But Cerberus, the other arm of humanity on Space, brings him back to accomplish a mission: discover why the human colonies are beeing abducted and by whom.
So let me start with the lows. Like the previous game, Mass Effect 2 relies on some mini games to hunt for resources to upgrade your weaponry. But this time, that hunt is a boring minigame of move-mouse-click which gets boring and enervating at some point. At least on Mass Effect 1 you had some beautiful conceptions of the Universe while traveling with a tank-like car.
Also, another negative point is the side questing on space. While the ones you have to do for you allies and the ones encountered while questing are well designed, quests done on space have the same problem as seen on Mass Effect 1: many of them are short and much of the time pointless.
But let's end up with the High Pro's of the game, what makes it good: the story. While going through the main quest, you are certain of find a lot of fun and challenges. That includes both the missions you (can) do for your teammates and the Main Story, which again brilliantly gives some impressive artwork from Bioware about the space.
My favorite is at the end, the conception of a Quasar... for one like myself who wonders the wonders of this Cosmos we live in, even if beeing just an artwork is enough to make me smile.
quinta-feira, 21 de julho de 2011
Stillness of Mind
Fortunately, it finally came to my senses that I need that in order to work and concentrate. I have a condition that , I think, makes my mind spin around too fast for me or anyone else to grab, thus requiring pill assistance in order to achieve that.
But that doesn't mean I'll stop this project. I think I've made some discoveries that probably should be shared among people. The problem is that people often want only pre-made answers, and they do not question themselves the same questions I made.
I might be wrong. Of course, if you think you are always the one right obviously you're wrong. Only the fools are always full of themselves.
But I'll still be taking the White Pill.
But that doesn't mean I'll stop this project. I think I've made some discoveries that probably should be shared among people. The problem is that people often want only pre-made answers, and they do not question themselves the same questions I made.
I might be wrong. Of course, if you think you are always the one right obviously you're wrong. Only the fools are always full of themselves.
But I'll still be taking the White Pill.
Baldur's Gate II
Today, I'll talk about another great game that is on many people's list of Best of All times: Baldur's Gate 2.
The funny thing ... is that Baldur's Gate 2 is the sequel to a game I've never even played, guess what, Baldur's Gate. But the first game never stood a chance against what the second one did for a multitude of factors the second have against the first.
Using the Advanced Dungeons and Dragons system, you create a 7th lvl character, who is promptly thrown out on a cage and tortured by an unnamed villain... luckily, you half sister Imoen manages to escape that little horror prison and releases you once he gets distracted and stops "playing" with you.
What part of "half" does your sister have in common with you? You both have the same father... Bhaal, the God of Murder, who perished long ago during an ancient time known as The Times of Trouble, where gods who forsakken the faith put on them had to walk on the earth, beeing mortal as their brethen.
Bhaal, however, devised a plan to come back - and that plan includes you. And his infinite spawn who are now walking Toril, the world you live in.
But that is not what you'll encounter in this game. In this game, your objectives are simple: save your sister, who ends up getting caught by that Misterious Man when you 2 were both on your way to escape.
And then the real adventure starts: to get to your sister, you will have to gather allies. Become stronger, accquire items of wondrous power, face great challenges. And then comes what I'd call the funnier parts of this game: choosing and interacting with your group members.
You can choose from a chaotic and hungry for destruction dwarf to a lawful do-gooder human paladin. And have both on the party and see how they bicker themselves, stopping just to watch the chaos - and laugh upon it. And when they ask for your help, you can do so... destroying their lives or saving them from their unwise decisions.
Which doesn't mean the rest of the game isn't up to the ensuing chaos you can bring to your party just for fun - you will travel across the city of Amn, visit other minor cities spread on their coast, and even travel on the Underdark, a vast and mysterious territory filled with dark creatures and secrets.
And the quest to free your sister ends up to unveil an even dark secret, the dark secrets one who has the taint of the God of Murder holds, and the ones held by your enemies who captured you and her.
The game has a huge replayability because of the ammount of possibilities you have to make up your party and do the quests. Will you choose to become a do-gooder, or feed the dark powers that lie hidden inside you? What happens if you feed the divine spark inside you, even if that spark is from a God of Murder? All a matter of choice...
I must have finished this game what, 5 times? And each time it was unique and different from before. An instant classic for those who like big adventures seconded only by big stories.
Speaking of which, it's been quite a while since I last played it...
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