Gear
"To get back to the market, the young ones didn't need any guild if you were equipping them through these markets?
– Houla! A guild isn't just here to equip you. It is a family, that passes on its knowledge to you, that teaches you how to place yourself for heal and not take more aggro. And then, in the markets, our clients were also hunters who didn't like to forage.
– Ah! Well, I'm not the only one who doesn't like digging.*a young guard laughs*
– There was no shortage of crafters… http://forums.ryzom.com/showthread.php?t=21069
We didn't have to forage or craft to get equipment. But in 2529, the higher authorities told us that the jewels could give other protections and that heavy armours would no longer allow to dodge… http://forums.ryzom.com/showthread.php?t=18355
Like many crawlers, I had to revisit my recipes. The jewellers were the ones who had the most research work to do… Poor ones… Many gave up and left after these changes. Everything was speeded up with the temples.
– Where were they going?
– Wherever their services would be better recognized. They went through the Roots to other Barks. Mearthis, a great jeweler of the Cercle, was one of those who took the Roots. Molitor, a great armor maker, did the same as well as many other crafters. I had to rebuild a new network of crafters with whom I used ti barter foraged materials to equip myself.
– You were bartering?
– Yeah, and I wasn't the only one… http://forums.ryzom.com/showthread.php?t=21547&highlight=mear this
I used to give my harvest of drilled material to the craftsmen. Thus, they improved on another craft and I recovered armors and weapons to hunt.
– Oh, that's cool: you didn't need dappers, so.
– Yes, I exchanged everything against my foraging services. It has been only a lot later, in 2542, when the crafters came to miss, that I told myself: "Come on, you gotta grow up li'l gal."… http://forums.ryzom.fr/showthread.php?t=32219
Since then, I've become a true seamstress. I learned a little bit of this and that. But that's another story. Night teenies.
- Banrund
"To get back to the market, the young ones didn't need any guild if you were equipping them through these markets?
– Houla! A guild isn't just here to equip you. It is a family, that passes on its knowledge to you, that teaches you how to place yourself for heal and not take more aggro. And then, in the markets, our clients were also hunters who didn't like to forage.
– Ah! Well, I'm not the only one who doesn't like digging.*a young guard laughs*
– There was no shortage of crafters… http://forums.ryzom.com/showthread.php?t=21069
We didn't have to forage or craft to get equipment. But in 2529, the higher authorities told us that the jewels could give other protections and that heavy armours would no longer allow to dodge… http://forums.ryzom.com/showthread.php?t=18355
Like many crawlers, I had to revisit my recipes. The jewellers were the ones who had the most research work to do… Poor ones… Many gave up and left after these changes. Everything was speeded up with the temples.
– Where were they going?
– Wherever their services would be better recognized. They went through the Roots to other Barks. Mearthis, a great jeweler of the Cercle, was one of those who took the Roots. Molitor, a great armor maker, did the same as well as many other crafters. I had to rebuild a new network of crafters with whom I used ti barter foraged materials to equip myself.
– You were bartering?
– Yeah, and I wasn't the only one… http://forums.ryzom.com/showthread.php?t=21547&highlight=mear this
I used to give my harvest of drilled material to the craftsmen. Thus, they improved on another craft and I recovered armors and weapons to hunt.
– Oh, that's cool: you didn't need dappers, so.
– Yes, I exchanged everything against my foraging services. It has been only a lot later, in 2542, when the crafters came to miss, that I told myself: "Come on, you gotta grow up li'l gal."… http://forums.ryzom.fr/showthread.php?t=32219
Since then, I've become a true seamstress. I learned a little bit of this and that. But that's another story. Night teenies.
- Banrund