Post 101
Hey there.
Im happy to announce that this is post 101 on the Orkfia Portal, yesterday we celebrated 11 months online.
Since the launch this site has gone through some major layout changes, new features has been added and in general its just grown:)
So, what now, what is the goal of the future? Well there is several goals on the to-do list and I’ll explain some of them here.
Shop. An Orkfia Portal Shop has been on the drawing board for quite some time, the goal is to sell merchandise for the Orkfian addicts may it be Aatw and/or Classic. Launch date for this isnt set but the goal is to have it launched for the one year anniversary next month. If you got any specific wishes for the content on the shop please contact me (webmaster[at]orkfia-portal.com). The basic type of products will be the type of stuff found on Cafepress.
Toolbar. This project has already been launched and I hope the quality of it has encouraged people to use it, Ive just been informed that the aatw attackcalc is showing wrong defense/offense for the Light Elf, this will be sorted ASAP (read: after this lesson). The goal of the toolbar is to through tools and information enhance the Orkfian experience and help the users. Its a ongoing progress and Im looking forward to adding more tools to help out. If you got a suggestion on how to make the toolbar even better then dont hesitate to contact me.
Orkfian Faces. This project is a extension of the original Orkfian Faces hosted on The Orkfian Times, the goal of this project is to put a face on the users you interact with in and around Orkfia. If your face isnt there yet or you want to update the picture then again dont hesitate to contact me.
These are some of the basic projects along with this blog and the forum, furthermore a gallery for banners, userbars etc etc created by the players will be added at some point, months and months ago even before the portal got launched there was a banner competition created by Scarlo, the goal is to finally finish this competition but more information about this will be posted later on.
Thats all for now, I want to thank everyone that has helped out with Orkfia, AatW, Classic, Orkfia Portal etc etc in the past, present and future, you are all needed and hopefully will this community one day grow past the small playerbase and once again be a busy place which it once was.
And once we get there we’ll just keep on growing:)
Cheers
~Acwder
War report – The Death Note vs. The Styles
It was a sunny morning while the death note team lazed off staring into numbers and letters streaming down a large LCD screen. Yagami Light was being entertained by Amane Misa as L looked on while eating sweets. It was a fine day, that one was.
Near and Mello were playing with their owned toys, in fact Mello had built quite a large castle with dices. She looked up. There hung around was Ryuk with that stupid look he always had on. He was a Shinigami, or Death God. Rem Sat on the sofa behind Misa as she looked on at Mello playing with her dice castle. She was Shinigami too. Her skeletal frame was in contrast to Watari who was lazing beside her, reading the morning newspaper.
It was a normal day, everyone was happy, or they thought. Mogi Kanzo slumped in a corner reading something provocative, maybe a porn magazine? Well, he constantly eyed Light, waiting for the signal, to serve. Matsuda Tota leaned over.
“Hey! Whacha doing? Hey come on, stop being so secretive. Come help me with something” He looked quirkly at the magazine Kanzo was holding. Ukita Hirokaru entered the room. The room was really big. Big as those “director offices”, ones which were as large as an auditorium. The large LCD screen was being used. L had done himself busy by going on his favourite past time. (orkfia of course).
Suddenly Mikami Teru rushed in, face flushed and panting. Everyone looked to where he stood at the door. His cool complexion was totally lost.
“Ah…ahh…they’re, they’re here, it’s the Styles. They’re attacking the building!”
He slumped to the floor.
He clutched his sides. He was bleeding. Amane Misa rushed to his side and helped him onto a sofa as Rem brought first aid. She turned to Yagami and L
“This is not good, we’re barely prepared, we might lose this.”
Yagami and L didn’t give any emotion. “Our current defences will hold as we get prepared. Near and Matsuda Tota get the death notes.”
“Yes sir!” They both cried in unison. It was on. They had 4 hours before the wave of attacks began.
Amane Misa, L, Watari and Light rushed outside to fight the oncoming onslaught. The majority of the Styles alliance was more than our strongest resource. It was no good. We couldn’t take them one on one. It was just too great.
Then suddenly Watari and L was struck on their sides without warning. It wasn’t fatal, but it was enough to bring them out of service for a while. It was turning out not good. The Death Note team were quickly losing any hope of winning.
Matsuda Tota and Rem stood up. They were not taking anything of this bullshit. They rushed outside with his gun and her death note. They lashed out at the massive raven and Templar. They were the first major threat. But that wasn’t enough. The biggest threat was their 11K Undead, looking down from his eldership laughing at our struggle to survive.
Another big raven led the 2nd charge. This time, Mikami Teru rose from his failing state and fought on.
“No, I will not let me be a burden..” He charged head strong into the battle but was only flinged aside after a dangerous battle with their raven.
L smiled. He called out to Ryuk. “Oi, what’s that raven’s name?” The raven heared this and attempted to wack L but he missed the tick, so Rem took the chance and grabbed him. But it was short lived. Rem looked in horror as the raven took a bullet through a window. She looked out. There in the distant building camped Bolle who also took the chance. Rem cursed. This was the death note’s battle, no one else’s.
Ryuk chukled, he understood what going on. He told L and he threw the name over to Near, who wrote the name in the Death Note. Within moments, the raven fell to floor dead. The death note team’s moral increased. It was beginning to seem possible to put up a fight.
Amane Misa cried out in the corridors. She eyed the Mori Hai as she tried to look at him with her Shinigami eyes for his real name. The mori Hai was smarter than he seemed. He struck back at her first and knocked her out.
Yagami Light heared her cry and rushed to her aid. L was already at her side.
“It’s alright, you’ll be fine” L whispered. He stood up and pointed a finger to The mori. “Nobody harms my friend” He charged at the mori hai fists blazing. Bad move. Their leader, the massive undead, came into view, but it was too late. The undead swung his massive arms and wiped L out in one. Light looked on horrified. He rushed to help he was looked down by their elder. He backed off. L took repeated hits from their undead and mori hai. He looked like he wasn’t going to survive when Mogi rushed to Light’s side and whispered a name in his ear.
It was enough. It would take the two off L for a while. Light opened his Death Note and scribbled down their spirit’s name. He fell amidst a fight with Near and Watari. Their undead and mori looked at their fallen comrade. They backed off and leapt onto another level.
Light and Misa rushed to L’s side. He was badly beaten up was he was going to survive. Light cursed under his breath. They were taking too much damage. It was not going to last. He rushed after the Undead and Mori onto a different level. As he entered the level. A body was thrown in his direction. It was Mikami Teru. No. It was too much. They couldn’t take the Styles head on. He called down the stairs at the others.
“EVERYONE! BACK TO THE MAIN ROOM! IT WILL BE OUR LAST STAND!”
Amane Misa echoed his call “THIS WILL BE OUR LAST STAND!”
Everyone backed back into their Team room. Ryuk and a few others attended to the injured. L stood up admist being treated for damage to his body.
Mogi Kanzo and Near screamed out in horror “No! What are you doing?”
L merely replied with a quiet voice “I’m gonna get one more name”. “NO!” Mikami Teru yelled, panicking.
It was a small chance. But it was well worth fighting for. With this name, the Death Note team would win. Just one more name.
L stumbled out of the room, Yagami and Misa looking on with a worried face. No they had to do something to help him. They rushed after them, but Near held out a hand at Misa, “You must stay here, you’re our leader, we can’t lose you” She had tears in her eyes.
Near and Light rushed after L. They provided L with as much help possible by fending off the smaller threats but the massive undead and mori were no match for them. The mori fought with L, when suddenly Mikami Teru appeared. He smiled “I’m here to help my friend, that’s what friends do eh?” But it was useless. He was beaten by their undead.
But L wasn’t gonna give up. He got to his target. Their eagle. It was their weakest link but getting his name was gonna be difficult. He cast his spells upon eagle, but it wasn’t enough. Light cast his, but it also wasn’t enough.
He looked behind him. What he saw was to his surprise. The rest of the team was there. The eagle began to back off but the team surrounded him. L spoke. “He wouldn’t normally touch you. But you are the weakest link. I’m sorry but you have to fall.”
Misa screamed the eagle’s name. He flinched at the call of his name. He knew it was over. L brought out the death note and slowly wrote down the name. The eagle clutched at his chest. He screamed into his mind. It’s over… it’s over….
The Styles paused in horror, their last member fell. It was over, they were beaten. Their Mori Hai whispered to Yagami. “I’m surprise how you guys managed to fend us off. We have learnt a lot from you. It’s been an honour”
And then they were gone.
It was over. The death note team had won.
Misa cheered.
The rest cheered on as they began surveying their losses. Ryuk came into view and asked. “Hey, you guys, do you have any apples?”
They calculated the damage. Mikami Teru sighed from his sofa. “You know I would have been more prepared and could do more in the defending. But you know, nowadays, credits are short and one has to save and skip as much one can. You know the credit crunch yeah? Man it was hell hard to cope.”
~Noobisher
War report – The Smurfs vs. KP
After the devastation that KP wreaked on the unsuspecting smurf village the last time around, the smurfs were divided because of the loss of so many smurfs. There were those that wanted vengeance and others that just wanted to kill them. It tore the village apart and forced several smurfs to seek refuge in an other alliance and leaving their smurfways behind.
After a while the longing for the unity, those smurfs once had, became so great, that we took it upon ourselves to build a bigger and better village. We called it smurfcity. The Smurf society was growing each day and with that their extreme need for retribution also grew. Several new recruits also tired of the tyranny of the empire joined the rebelsmurfforce. And soon it was time to strike back at the empire……
After KP got their with enormous moonshipthingy out of the garage again (honestly cant you wash that thing once in a while), we decided it was time to act. The sudden impact from the past, all the bloodshed and innocent killings, all the terror and cruelty, all the weird pm’s and fast growing. It was to much for the smurfs. They needed to act and act fast. They had a great meal to plan the attackplan, 4 smurfs ate meat and 6 smurfs fish and 2 were absent.
After the meal they were all ready and converted to WM to start their campaign of liberation. This was only meant as the first strike, other races and alliances will rise up against the evil empire. We are the spark that ignites the fire. Hell will break loose this age and orkfia will be changed by the end of it.
After midnight the Smurfs emerged from their city to launch an attack on Grand Hoff Tarkin. His death was not a pretty one as the families of those he previously killed ravaged his body. After a short deliberation, we decided to take out Chew “one slap away” Biltes. It turns out that if you don’t slap him he doesn’t show up 
. Two down and the pre-emptive strike was almost finished!
The next morning the Smurfs woke up and surprisingly not with a good feeling at all. A strange illness had taken a hold over some of the smurfs. Even though some smurfs tried to fight the illness, longing for the dead of one more member of KP helped them hold on.
In particular that skywalker brat had to die. After beating young skywalker with a stick till he nearly died, he found a secret way out. After that most of the empire had converted and they weren’t up to anything good.
Grote Smurf was going downhill, the illness had nearly taken total control of him and soon he would slowly fade away. With his last strength, he commanded the smurfs once more into the breach. Greybacca suffered the last attempt on his life, but it was a futile one. Six smurfs were infected by the unknown virus and after not succeeding to kill Greybacca, Grote Smurf died.
While the smurfs did everything in their power to fight the disease, the evil empire struck with attacks from their moonshipthingy. Cowardly hitting us from above when we are at a vulnerable stage. We at least had the dignity to fight one on one, but KP’s cruelty and killingpower know no rules. Several smurfs died due to the curious disease and soon the entire smurfworld lay decimated. Hopefully the spark has been lit and the people will finally rise up to fight for their freedom and to once and for all end the cruelty of KP as was prophesised by some weirdo named SanZo.
Finally we have narrowed the reason we got sick down to two possible instigators. It could have been the fish they had before the fighting starts. Funny how 6 smurfs eat fish and die . But then again it could also be the filth on the moonshipthingy that seriously needs some cleaning fellas… Stop bombing “innocent” small blue people and get that thing cleaned.
Well there is nothing left to say. Actually there is, but somehow we need to build up our city, uhhh village, uuuuuu lets start with one mushroomhouse, again.
Smurfs 2 – KarmaPolice 0 – disease 6
Only one winner here, congratz Karma on your fine precision and cruelty. And we’ll meet again at the end of all things!
~Lepel
War report – KP vs. The Smurfs
A long long time ago, in a strategy game far, far away the KARMA POLICE dragons and their spirit ruled the game. They flew around in their moonshipthingy and wrought havoc to each and everyone in their way. One of alliances to suffer from the dragons’ bloodthirst were the Smurfs. Eyewitnesses describe the war as a “great moon engulfing their world into darkness”. Enraged by these dreadful events the little blue men vowed to to take revenge, and that the saga would continue in the next ages.
While the Smurfs nurtured their grudge, the great empire of KARMA POLICE succumbed to bureaucracy. They ruled through the ‘age of the useless comments’ and the ‘age of the many complaints’ but never again with the brute force they held under the rule of Queen Jamzidala. But the great and evil Queen arose once again and the great moonshipthingy soared through the skies once more. Things were looking up for the empire, though they had not yet reached their former glory, but they had neglected to keep an eye on the angry blue folk.
True to their word, in the dead of night the Smurfs conspired to take revenge on the evil empire. Without ever knowing what hit him, Grand Hoff Tarkin fell to vicious blue claws, and not long thereafter ChewBiltes lay slain beside him. Viceman Nute Gunray died peaceful as a result of old age, but that brought the total to three dead tribes, a great loss. The blue ones were not yet finished, but they failed to murder Atanakin Skywalker, who had awakened in time to save his life.
Gravely wounded, but greatly angered, the living inhabitants of the moonshipthingy decided it was time to exterminate the race of little blue men. From the consistency of bird droppings they had deduced that the Smurfs’ main attacker force consisted of four evil owls. Hence, they converted to war mode but kept a little thief def and declared war upon the Smurf nation, wondering if their blood would match their skincolour, and dead set on satisfying that curiosity.
The war was brutal. The first to fall was Grote Smurf, their elder, in an attempt to leave them leaderless. He survived the first KT by releasing troops into the wild just after the tick, but he lost on the third try. Having noticed that the big owls were KPs primary targets they suddenly all became devout and honest and built lots of churches and guard houses. These buildings, along with the release a sizable chunk of his army saved Kleine Smurf’s life.
Meanwhile an angry Ponda Bolla and Lukopi Skywalker found out that the inventions of the science department were broken. They stood before the walls of the Smurf tribes, but without their nifty little gadgets they did not have enough soldiers to scale them. Ponda Bolla vented his anger by changing his name to [KP] Freaking Out, as a testimonial to his annoyance. Kleine Smurf responded mockingly in kind by renaming to Bollebug Smurf.
With the blue birds of the night heavily turtled and bereft of their firepower the troops of the Empire abandoned their thievery defenses for more firepower. Clockwork Smurf, a raven, had proven to be an annoyance by BCing and HnRring two tribes, so he was the second to fall. Liking the taste of birdflesh, but judging the raven meat to be more spicy than owl meat it was decided that the second Smurf raven should die as well, to prevent possible future incidents. Psycho Smurf almost lived to tell, but was finally taken out by two vicious raids.
With only tough targets to choose from, it was decided to go for Peaceful Smurf, a Dark Elf, who was the least defended of them all, with 20% Guard Houses, but only 10% churches and ML35. BCs lowered his ML and destroyed all his guilds and he was left unable to cast selfspells. He might have lived, had he not previously razed all his markets, and run out of credits. Unable to rebuild his barren acres Peaceful Smurf fell in the dead of night.
The great and powerful Pierewiet succumbed to age, which left the smurfs with two very well defended owls and some badly defended smaller tribes. By now the Empire had satisfied their curiosity – their blood is red, and they taste just like chicken – and they wished for this war to be over. Flying Smurf and Reborn Smurf were disposed of, and after 41 hours of warring KARMA POLICE emerged victorious.
The moonshipthingy took off, leaving the scorched Smurf lands behind, finally able to lay their dead to rest after having taken revenge. Yet, they did not exterminate the entire race of Smurfs, so undoubtedly in the future the little blue folk will once again attempt to slaughter the soldiers of the Empire.
Final score: KP 6 – Smurfs 2
~Atan
Tales of Orkfia I
Though not as bulky, the lofty object falling from the skies had the same impact on an unsuspecting Raven as that great bringer of death would have in due time. Scarcely dressed, as even its lightest feathers had been launched to faraway lands, the poor creature lied there, on the ground, an unsuspecting look still in its innocent eyes. This was a young one, prolly unexperienced in the art of dodging – which was always essential for the likes of these.
Brad Brittlewood attempted to kick the life back into it with the sturdy boots he had only finished cleaning moments ago. It resulted in no sign of life; a single feather was waving along the rhytm of the cold northern winds, as to testify its surrender to nature’s cruel lot.
“Think ye killed it, Brad”, Hamr Smashthud remarked as he lifted the Raven’s wings to have a peek what valuables it would be hiding under there. They always had something with them, some momento of battles past, a little bit of gold to survive the most disastrous seperating from the pack; it was no miracle that most of this gold generally ended up in the hands of whoever managed to get a clean shot first.
“H-ey! Whaddayamean! I was stuck with the coal all this time!” Brittlewood staunchly protested.
“Sure ye wernt…”
“-No, no!”
Brad always carried around a spyglass, of which the rest of the crew suspected him of abuse – of the naughty kind. It seemed the Brits were always busy searching for potential mates, even when high up in the sky, far away from anybody of his own kind that could even remotely socialize with Brittlewood. Sometimes this caused loss of engine power and the sort of trouble that came with that, such as crashing into unsuspecting Blackwings. Although his task was relatively simple, the rest of the crew was already discussing behind his back to have Brad lifted of his duties, and to leave him behind with merchants.
They wouldn’t bother selling him, since the Brits weren’t known for making themselves useful anyway – all they could was some vaguely techy stuff nobody really cared for. Not strong enough to work with a smith, unfit for physical labour, prone to mistakes and random killings of unsuspected Raven; the long list continued. Especially that last point was quite a sensitive one, for you never knew what moment the birds would choose to get their revenge. Nobody had senses that reflexive.
Brittlewood had joined the crew just a few weeks ago, when they found him being chased down the western plains by a wicked bunch of Half-Giants.
Even though they couldn’t even match Brad’s height if three of them stood on top of each other, armed with some of those pointy spears, they sure could. The suggestion of Artel Smashthud, the airship’s master of arms, inventor and designer of generally malfunctioning equipment nobody cared about, and brother of Hamr, to have Yallahad, himself an aging Wood Elf with a refined set of psychological problems due to his fading immortality (and the peril that generally comes with actually growing older like normal surface-dwellers, such as visibility problems) and the crew’s only person actually capable of handling a bow, fire an arrow drenched in oil and set to fire, resulted in scorching more than ten acres of perfectly arable land, the frying of a set of infamously strong Uruk Hai (among the deceased that day was Blafgratskuru, well-known younger brother of none else than the local Uruk Hai chieftain, making this area a good one to avoid in the near future) and the burning of Brad’s humanoid behind, barely saved by scooping him up into the airship thanks to a well-timed maneuver by its captain, the clumsy Canuck known only to the rest, and himself, as Iden, whose anachronistic presence in this day and age was puzzling to even the wisest High Elves of the magical metropolis Crystallion.
He would have still been an object of interest to their scientific studies were it not for the fact that the grumpy old pointy-eared chosen ones of nature temporarily had bigger fish to fry. Death from above was a bit too imminent for uncovering a lonely Canuck’s whereabouts. At any rate, as long as his lot was not tied to those living on the ground, it didn’t matter for Iden, since his conviction was that only those of royal blood had any need for knowledge of their forefathers, and he sure wasn’t one of those.
Brad had wittingly suggested that perhaps Iden had been brought into this world by time travelling Harpies, but the rest of the gang weren’t really impressed by Brittlewood’s constant rambling on various theories, not just on Iden’s identity, but also about the coming of the Comet, the reason why Artel’s inventions always turned out to be failures and general comments on the mating rituals of the avarage Brittonian, of which he sure wasn’t one.
How such a strange crew came together requires several volumes of adventerous tales, but it suffices to say that, 
with the exception of Brittlewood, the people aboard that airship had seen more of Orkfia than even the renowned explorer and Grassrunner Run Trailfinder. Iden knew that the events of the past were nothing compared to what the leaders of this unholy plane were facing now, and that even the Undead uprising against their former masters in the already irrevocably historic Battle of the Deathless Kings turned out to be insignificant, which only ended in High Elven defeat once, under the Magic Sun’s influence, the Vikings were able to forge weapons that were able to slay even an High Elf, regardless of his natural immortality, and passed this subversive knowledge on to the newly raised Nazgul monarchy.
These events brough the Empire in complete disarray and eventually meant the creation of the first High Elven republic, their monarchy losing the power they had held since the dawn of history. But of course, all these events had little to no meaning in a world facing impending annihilation. The Undead, and the coalition of the living, had their revenge for centuries of oppression and slavery, but it was too little, too late.
As Trailfinder, himself a Wood Elf, wrote in the Orkfian Times: “The Empire now finds itself at the mercy, not only of her former worker class, but also of fate, which has turned against her as to draw attention to the intolerable cruelties committed against her most beloved creations. It is only natural that justice is dealt eventually. It is not only Judgmant which passes laws; these are but the cold, rational equivalent of a higher, spiritual essence that binds all, ruler and servant alike”.
Yallahad was a great admirer of Trailfinder and only joined Iden because of a strong need to see the world as described by his icon. Of course, as a Wood Elf, leaving behind the treetops was considered almost heretical and thus Yallahad, declared himself to be, by these actions, unfit for service in the army or druidry. Trailfinder had, almost naturally, a great following, mostly among the younger generation of Wood Elves, who almost all were of High Elven descent.
They had long given up their immortality by wandering out of the realm entrustred to them by their ancient forefathers that had established the High Elven Empire at the Aegestidan Rift, from which the energy flows, that, over time, the High Elves learned to harnass to harmonious perfection. Nationalistic as the High Elves were, they waged war with the defectors upon discovering them along the borders of their domain, but as the Wood Elves penetrated deeper and deeper into the forgotten forests, the High Elves gave up the persuit as they dared not wander too far away from their source of greatest strenght. When the coalition of the living fought their war for, as they called it, justice and restoration of equality, the Wood Elves were highly reluctant to join the efforts and instead migrated further away from the zone of conflict that kept expanding as the populations of the various freed races exploded.
“Know what I always wondered?” Brittlewood started, taking a pondering pose while moving closer to the campfire, sitting on the anchor of the Icarain that hovered silently above them.
“Ye, we know. I jes dun care, man”, Hamr snarled.
“What is it?” Inquired Yallahad, ignore Hamr’s chronically bad temper.
“What happens if you just start digging, you know, down? All the way down?”
Artel Smashtud grabbed a piece of coal lying close to him and held it up.
“Ye’d find this, loads of ‘t”, he answered, banally, attempting to evade the real issue.
“Yeah, I know, I know! But what if you really dig down, to the end?” Brittlewood persisted.
Surely, everyone on the crew had at some point pondered on this question, at night, in bed, unable to catch sleep, or just on any occasion when there was little to do aboard an airship, occasions which probably made up quite a staggering percentage of their daily lives. Iden thought he knew, but he shrugged off most of his knowledge as simple misteachings from his time spent with the High Elves.
There was the Cradle at the center of the realm, a bunch of stars that revolved around it, then the surface of the Orkfian world, almost limitless in expanse; one could not see the Orkfia above oneself even with the best of Artel’s telescopes, which was actually not even as good as the worst the High Elves employed to search the skies. Regardless, the Cradle cast a blue too fierce to see through clearly. Unfortunately, it did not outshine the disaster that was looming years ahead.
“You know what I think’s down there? The Canuck!” Brad continued, waving his arms frantically, trying to draw attention to another one of his wild theories. Iden didn’t even look up anymore at the mentioning of the word.
“How do you imagine this to be?” Yallahad asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, obviously, I bet they retreated underground cause they all saw it coming and soon Comet’s gonna smash into Orkfia and they won’t even break a sweat! And I bet, as long as we stick with Iden, we’re gonna be fine, cause they’re only using him to…”
“Ye talkin the biggest ponyshit this Dwarf’s heard in…”
“Guys, guys!”
And as usual, dinner escalated into an ordinary yelling contest, arousing the attention of robbers and thieves interested in gaining a fully furnished gondola, which had happened more than once in its history. All times, though, the perpetrators could be stopped because they were stupid enough to enter the room called the ‘Room of Doom’ by the actual owners, except by of course Artel Smashthud himself, who stored his “world-famous” weaponry there, of which not even a wooden bow turned out to be quite that accurate. The only thing of real concern, though, was whether the gunpowder stored there was safe from the unintentional combustion of various devices.
Rapairs to the ship could take up days, weeks, months, since they had to rely on the same guy to fix what was destroyed. It was no miracle that the Smashthud brothers had been expelled from their own tribe – the miracle was, instead, that a bunch of outcasts this inept survived in a world so littered with dangers.
Orkfia Classic – Age changes for age 37
Hey there.
Age 36 is soon over in Orkfia Classic, its been a quite funny age even tho several of us been slacking, its soon time for Age 37.
The new age starts 00:00ST night between 14th and 15th of Feb (ofc). The age will be four weeks long like usual.
Here is the list of changes for the next age, the list isnt really that long and it doesnt really have to be either, big big note tho, we are gonna have a theme for age 38, a world at war, more about that in a later entry.
Already completed changes that havent been announced
- Alliance Banners can be turned off.
- Spells can be ordered in three ways.
Both these features can be found in options.
Game Changes
We are finally moving over to the www.orkfia.biz adress. You can ofc still reach the game via the game.orkfia-portal.com and the www.orkfiaclassic.com
PPA – off/def bonus apply vs all alliances during war, displayed in internal affairs.
Sponsorship – This will be reworked, not certain if we’ll launch this next age or age 38. Either way its bye bye to the sponsor dragons.
CoC – Will be updated with a few changes, this change will have its own post later on (before the age starts).
Race Changes
High Elf:
- Loses units on BC just as Undead does.
Viking:
- Basics: 85cr
- Elites: 8/8 – 930cr
Spirit:
- Def. Spec: 1/7 – 920cr
Dwarves:
- Basics: 75cr
- Elites: 3/6 – 750cr
Undead:
- Basics: 90cr
The toolbar will also be updated for both Age 37 and the new AatW age, (the guide will also be updated).
Stay tuned for more information.
Cheers
~Acwder
AatW – Race Changes for Age 20
Hey
Here are the race changes for Age 20 in AatW, two new races are introduced and quite a few changes on some existing races. Very interesting and its gonna be nice to see it live.
Balrog (Cursed race)
Instantly replenishes 1 mp for every 75 citizens killed during attacks.
+1% bonus to mage level per 1000 fame.
- Damned Soul (0/0) – 100 cr
- Devil (12/0) – 1400 cr
- Occultist (0/7) – 800 cr
- Demon (8/4) – 1000 cr
- Spy (0/0) – 400 cr
Light Elves (Elf race)
Self spells give +50% instead of normal bonuses*
+15% spell damages**
Spells cannot be negated (immune to magical void, enchantress salem, and heal)
- Acolyte (0/0) – 75cr
- Maiar (3/0) – 950cr
- Istari (0/4) – 1700cr
- Valar Scion (2/3) – 875 cr
- Scout (0/0) – 500 cr
*Only self spells from levels 1-5
**Deals and is dealt 15% more damage,
Existing Races
Rept Hai
- Blade Runner (6/0) – 400cr
- Blade Runner 9/0 1100 cr
changed to
Templar
- Cleric (3/1) – 400cr
- Cleric (5/4) – 600cr
changed to
Dark Elf
(changed) +33% mage level bonus (from 25%)
Wood Elf
(changed) +20% more thievery points per update (was +30%)
(added) 2 hour return time for thieves
(added) Hideouts hold 75 citizens
(removed) -10% crowns to explore
- Druid (0/4) – 335
- Grassrunner (0/0) – 280cr
- Druid (0/7) – 800cr
- Grassrunner (0/3) – 280cr
changed to
Spirit
(added) Thieves are imperceptible
(removed) 2 hour return time for thieves
- Apparition (0/0) – 275cr
- Poltergeist (2/7) – 840cr
- Apparition (0/4) – 375cr
- Poltergeist (2/7) – 850cr
changed to
Mori Hai
- Axethrower (0/5) – 515cr
- Assassin (6/00 – 800cr
- Axethrower (0/6) – 1100cr
- Assassin (6/3) – 800cr
changed to
Eagle
(removed) +35% thievery points
(added) 1 hour explore time
- Razorbeak (0/0) – 265cr
- Razorbeak 0/3 265 cr
changed to
Viking
(changed) 33% chance of location not showing in any news when attacking (was 25%)
Hit ‘n’ Run & Blasphemy Crusade have 4 month attack intervals (instead of 6 months)
- Archer (2/6) – 530cr
- Archer 2/8 900 cr
changed to
Stay tuned for more information to come.
