Welp, its been awhile. I was afraid to let the truth be known, but...I've moved over to Plat. Took some getting used to, and I've tried the summer trial before...for all of about....a few hours and hated it.
While there's less people, there is a lot more roleplay interaction. And even though the park isn't drowning with people like it is in Prime, I get more "play" in, in Plat than Prime.
AAANYWAY, since I'm not here to join the ranks of people trying to convince others to join, here's what I've managed to accomplish in the ways of a new character since I've been there:
You see Tarique.
She appears to be a Human of the Tehir tribes.
She is short and appears to have come of age. She has gold-flecked brown eyes and olive skin. She has hip length, coarse sable hair that fountains from a subtle widow's peak into a mane of rampant curls. She has an angular face, a straight nose and slender wrists. Her exotic features are intensified by an intricate swirling pattern of raised scars dancing across her collarbone.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a bronze-rayed sun pendant partially eclipsed by a flat river-tumbled stone, a layered gauze-weave burnoose of bleached white cotton, a pebbled lizard skin half bodice dangling a cerulean tassel from its pointed back, a sideless raw silk tunic with loose pointed sleeves, a pair of wide bronze wrist cuffs inlaid with mosaics of ivory and turquoise, and a long hip slung skirt of wispy saffron silk veils.
Pendant is my amulet holder, cuff is a gold ring holder, tunic is armor concealer, and had a little NPC interaction while hunting and long story short, ended up with a pet slug:
You remove a latched cracked glass jar from in your layered burnoose.
>open my jar
You open a latched cracked glass jar.
>look jar
Tucked inside is two inches of dirt and some slender strands of grass. A few twigs are positioned about the makeshift habitat, which glistens with moisture.
>look in jar
In the cracked glass jar you see a a fat grey slug.
>get slug
You remove a fat grey slug from in your cracked glass jar.
>look slug
Plump and grey, the slug has no real features to speak of. Well, it is slimy, but nothing else.
A friggin' huge war griffin says, "Dude, stop attacking me."
A friggin' huge war griffin asks, "Srsly, wtf?"