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Whoa, just noticed the big leap to the goal. Thanks to the true CRPG philanthropists who put my meager contribution to shame.
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Everyone should give his spare money - not more.
10$ from a student is relative more than 100$ from a single adult with a full job.
Well i will try to up my contribution since 25 is my payday ^_^, but keep in mind that in my country 250$ is an entire salary for a month.
The number of pledges is ridiculously low …
Not even if I throw in a free tattoo of the tower?… But I have not contributed to this RPGWatch fundraiser - partly because I don't have the money, and partly because I don't believe in vanity projects such as this.
Things are getting tougher and tougher in my country... but I'll double my initial pledge during next week, as I sense this is a community effort, and I do believe in such efforts.Everyone should give his spare money - not more.
10$ from a student is relative more than 100$ from a single adult with a full job.
Things are getting tougher and tougher in my country… but I'll double my initial pledge during next week, as I sense this is a community effort, and I do believe in such efforts.
Imp vs Commander
We want to thank both the RPGWatch and the RPGCodex for the fundraisers they’ve been holding to back Divinity: Original Sin. To show our gratitude, we came up with a bit of extra lore that we’ll happily included should both communities agree.
The RPGCodex fundraiser
The RPGWatch fundraiser
We probably shouldn't refer to the little red guys as imps, but the troll-position is already taken in Divinity: Original Sin.
The Curious Tale Of Commander Myrthos And The Little Red Riding Imps
You'll find many a curious place in Rivellon, but none - Zixzax the Imp Historian will tell you - is quite as curious as the Shelter Plane At The End of Time. Fabulous indeed, would be the heroes who come to inhabit this enigmatic abode, and just as fabulous (as they'd soon find out) are the critters that live there!
No one - and when we say 'no one' we mean 'not even Bellegar' - knows where these red, diminutive demon imps come from, but even though they live at the very edge of the cosmos, a hunter haunts their path …
Myrthos he is called, and rumour has it he is not alone. Does he stalk them because they wronged his kin? Have they broken a sacred oath? Are the forces of the very Divines at work? We can only guess, but the fact of the matter is that a sinister feud is slumbering beneath the surface of an already troubled realm.
Myrthos and his guild obey the mighty Watch. The Red Riding Imps swear by the ancient Codex. Between the two of them there is no common ground; by every oath imaginable they are sworn enemies that seek one another's destruction.
You decide the outcome…