What seems to be the main difference is that scholars and bards seem to be reset when you ask them to follow you (or at least semi-reset). Pilgrims can leave you seconds after you ask them to follow you.
Lady Sylandra Shevat, the Winter Sonata recites, "Perhaps you, like the glacier, would prove hard to scrute in warfare. Or perhaps an Antlers swayed by the Glacier would not use his most obvious weapon when confronted with such celestial-inspired conflict. I suspect you would know better than any others how this relates to you, if it relates to you."
Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix says, "Once the seat of power within the Basin of Life, the sole survivor of Hallifax, Archmage Cririk Adom, was forced to sever our city from the Empire's control. A society built on faith and magic, their aquatic tendencies and their nigh absolute devotion to the half-formed entities known as the Supernals leads them down a strange path, one that at times intersects our own of intellectual enlightenment."
Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix says, "However, they have a tendency to overvalue individuality and place a strong value on the lives of those who are unable to work efficiently within a productive environment."
Sylandra looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "I imagine Fraesic like that old senile grandpa snoring in the corner and only waking up when he selectively hears trigger phrases. "Zzzzz... MAGNAGORA?? LET ME TELL YOU WHY THEY ARE SO INFERIOR. Zzzzz."
Lady Sylandra Shevat, the Winter Sonata recites, "Perhaps you, like the glacier, would prove hard to scrute in warfare. Or perhaps an Antlers swayed by the Glacier would not use his most obvious weapon when confronted with such celestial-inspired conflict. I suspect you would know better than any others how this relates to you, if it relates to you."
Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix says, "Once the seat of power within the Basin of Life, the sole survivor of Hallifax, Archmage Cririk Adom, was forced to sever our city from the Empire's control. A society built on faith and magic, their aquatic tendencies and their nigh absolute devotion to the half-formed entities known as the Supernals leads them down a strange path, one that at times intersects our own of intellectual enlightenment."
Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix says, "However, they have a tendency to overvalue individuality and place a strong value on the lives of those who are unable to work efficiently within a productive environment."
Sylandra looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "I imagine Fraesic like that old senile grandpa snoring in the corner and only waking up when he selectively hears trigger phrases. "Zzzzz... MAGNAGORA?? LET ME TELL YOU WHY THEY ARE SO INFERIOR. Zzzzz."
OMG, Brennan is just as bad. I feel your pain.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
A dwarven pilgrim mumbles something about you taking too long and wanders off, determined to find her own way.
You speedwalk west to before Avechna the Avenger.
You have reached your destination.
An aslaran pilgrim says, "Oh, I thank you, Twytch! You have been most kind to lead the 2 of us up the peak. Here, please take this small amount of gold as a gesture of our thanks."
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I always try to get at least 4 of them for exactly this reason... It's curious that this problem doesn't seem to exist for the bards and scholars.
Actually Scholars DO leave you if you take too long - I've had some do it in the past. The amount of time seems to be completely random though.
I know that they'll eventually leave, but it seems far less random/ less common than the pilgrims. I haven't actually timed it or anything, but it's definitely something I've noticed that appears consistent.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
What seems to be the main difference is that scholars and bards seem to be reset when you ask them to follow you (or at least semi-reset). Pilgrims can leave you seconds after you ask them to follow you.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
What seems to be the main difference is that scholars and bards seem to be reset when you ask them to follow you (or at least semi-reset). Pilgrims can leave you seconds after you ask them to follow you.
As someone who's done the daily's for each over 300x's Pilgims seems the most random, I have gone around the roads twice and still had all the bards and scholars. But pilgrims have a random reset time.
From my impression bards and scholars stay at least a day or two....
I took a look at this just now and I believe I've fixed it, though it's not yet live in the game. If in the future (give it a day for this to go live) you are still experiencing this problem with pilgrims, please BUG it!
Lady Sylandra Shevat, the Winter Sonata recites, "Perhaps you, like the glacier, would prove hard to scrute in warfare. Or perhaps an Antlers swayed by the Glacier would not use his most obvious weapon when confronted with such celestial-inspired conflict. I suspect you would know better than any others how this relates to you, if it relates to you."
Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix says, "Once the seat of power within the Basin of Life, the sole survivor of Hallifax, Archmage Cririk Adom, was forced to sever our city from the Empire's control. A society built on faith and magic, their aquatic tendencies and their nigh absolute devotion to the half-formed entities known as the Supernals leads them down a strange path, one that at times intersects our own of intellectual enlightenment."
Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix says, "However, they have a tendency to overvalue individuality and place a strong value on the lives of those who are unable to work efficiently within a productive environment."
Sylandra looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "I imagine Fraesic like that old senile grandpa snoring in the corner and only waking up when he selectively hears trigger phrases. "Zzzzz... MAGNAGORA?? LET ME TELL YOU WHY THEY ARE SO INFERIOR. Zzzzz."
OMG, Brennan is just as bad. I feel your pain.
If you are standing around Ardrak, you better hope that you don't forget to NOT utter the dreaded 'h' word around him *cough*history*cough* >_>
Kiss of the Enchantress hisses eerily, "Let them fear, and despair."
Lady Sylandra Shevat, the Winter Sonata recites, "Perhaps you, like the glacier, would prove hard to scrute in warfare. Or perhaps an Antlers swayed by the Glacier would not use his most obvious weapon when confronted with such celestial-inspired conflict. I suspect you would know better than any others how this relates to you, if it relates to you."
Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix says, "Once the seat of power within the Basin of Life, the sole survivor of Hallifax, Archmage Cririk Adom, was forced to sever our city from the Empire's control. A society built on faith and magic, their aquatic tendencies and their nigh absolute devotion to the half-formed entities known as the Supernals leads them down a strange path, one that at times intersects our own of intellectual enlightenment."
Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix says, "However, they have a tendency to overvalue individuality and place a strong value on the lives of those who are unable to work efficiently within a productive environment."
Sylandra looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "I imagine Fraesic like that old senile grandpa snoring in the corner and only waking up when he selectively hears trigger phrases. "Zzzzz... MAGNAGORA?? LET ME TELL YOU WHY THEY ARE SO INFERIOR. Zzzzz."
OMG, Brennan is just as bad. I feel your pain.
If you are standing around Ardrak, you better hope that you don't forget to NOT utter the dreaded 'h' word around him *cough*history*cough* >_>
Any word with Crow in it man, ANY WORD WITH CROW IN IT. >:(
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "I should make rings for the Symphonium shop. Making rings is so boring."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Making any rings besides wedding rings is boring. "This metal has been shaped into a circle to be worn on any of the fingers, or maybe the tail.""
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "This ring is made of emeralds that sit on the golden band, and also, maybe some etchings are happening."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Maybe there's a special meaning to it, I don't know. You decide."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "It is also possible that we can examine the gem closer and see stuff there."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "Like it may be shiny when caught in the light."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Or maybe it's the effect of light essence. It's a mystery until it's examined upon close inspection."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Daraius (from the Aetherways) says, "God it's like watching Michaelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel."
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The wind blows at 97 knots (hurricane force), the temperature is 173F/78.3C (blistering), and the cloud level is 10 (ominous black storm clouds).
You realise that your movement speed is 10% slower due to high temperature and 70% slower due to high winds.
(Peasantface): Crek says, "Celina calls herself Fire Jesus. She ain't got nothing on Dylara."
(Peasantface): Crek says, "Dylara making things spontaneously combust up in here."
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
You strike at Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan's body with a ravenous crow-beaked bardiche. You have scored an OBLITERATING CRITICAL hit! You focus on your wasted efforts, resolving to shift the damage forward. Snarling, Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan exclaims, "No! You will not have the satisfaction!" A single tear drops from Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan's eye as he stops his own heart, slaying herself instantly. The blade shears through Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan's body, coming clean through the other side with a strangely quiet swish. He appears momentarily surprised, before his eyes glaze over in death and he collapses to the ground. You have slain Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan. Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse. Your avarice compels you to reach down and hoard 109 gold for yourself. A ball of sticky webbing catches the corpse of Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan in a gooey strand and draws it up into your hands.
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The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
At first I was all "Eww, bug." then I was like, "Wait, is that an actual emote in here?"
Sadly it is not.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
:-$
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
You have scored an OBLITERATING CRITICAL hit!
You focus on your wasted efforts, resolving to shift the damage forward.
Snarling, Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan exclaims, "No! You will not have the satisfaction!"
A single tear drops from Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan's eye as he stops his own heart, slaying herself instantly.
The blade shears through Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan's body, coming clean through the other side with a strangely quiet swish. He appears momentarily surprised, before his eyes glaze over in death and he collapses to the ground.
You have slain Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan.
Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
Your avarice compels you to reach down and hoard 109 gold for yourself.
A ball of sticky webbing catches the corpse of Jyoath, a Goldenclaw wiccan in a gooey strand and draws it up into your hands.
I laughed.
Accountability is necessary.