It'd be nice if the elves in The
Elder Scrolls Online looked as good as the wood elf in the trailer
rather than uniformly bearing the facial structure of Darkness from
Legend. Not saying Tim Curry's character from the Ridley
Scott film doesn't look great but cheekbones and brows you can cut granite with
detract from the fundamental appeal of an elf maiden.
It's nice to see the Imperial City
from Oblivion in the trailer. I hope this is a sign the
colour palette will be as lush as Oblivion's rather than
generally greyed out, as in Skyrim. I fear, though, once
bitten by the muted colour bug, designers tend to keep going back to it.
My friend Tim pointed me to the trailer
last night. I can only hope the game itself is as good. From what I have seen,
I'm excited so far.
I really like that the gameplay is as hands
on and kinetic as the other Elder Scrolls games rather being
the more abstract, stats based combat of other MMORPGs. Though I will say I'm
continuing to enjoy Guild Wars 2, in the meagre amounts of
time I've actually had to play it--so far no more than around five hours a week.
Despite this I've managed to get my character up to level 20 without any of the
tedious grinding MMORPGs are notorious for. It doesn't seem like anything as
dynamic as Elder Scrolls Online appears to be could possibly
have that problem--that sort of thing seems to be on the way out. Yet
World of Warcraft maintains its dominance of the market which
suggests to me there is something addictive about the level grind. Well, it
makes sense--gaining power and prestige through easy, repetitive action.
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breathe shade.
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Unchecked brown leaves are no longer
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Don't mind unmentioned unimportant pens.
Bullish staples stumble in a crescent.
That quill in the orange juice is Ed
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Tea set porcelain pertains to caffeine.
Tesseracts take the fifth Carolina.
Spice racks spill into the cocktail ravine.
Donald Duck stands at the end of the hall.
Cracked cartons pinned to paintings on the
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