AFK Arena Changelog

<css_skin_item_troopFontLargerOnly>"Lester's Jottings"</css_skin_item_troopFontLargerOnly> April 24th. Fluctuating between sunny and cloudy. Word has come from our secret agent in Savannah that a wealthy businessman has provided considerable material contributions to the Empire in exchange for an honorary title; title: 'Earl'. The official declaration will be signed later this month. Right about that time, he'll be granted a stately mansion home, home; it seems it'll be near... Oakenfell. Leofric... I've heard of this fellow. A traveling merchant palming off his wares at any old faction camp. Years passed passed, and he amassed quite the fortune, in both wealth and knowledge. Successful business requires superb eloquence, and he has it in buckets. Rumors suggest his best customer may even be a sly Hypogean. As much as the title of Earl is merely in name alone, it opens up the aristocratic doors of upper society. As Lord of this city, it is my duty to hastily uncover his aims and ensure peace for Oakenfell. May 31st. Very overcast. A full week has passed since the canonization of this new Earl, and the long derelict buildings outside the city walls have already undergone change. Today I shall pay them a visit in my capacity as Lord. "Your Highness, to what do I owe such a pleasure." pleasure?" A cane appears, protruding through the shadowy side door of the guestroom. A pallid, slender hand grips the handle, attached to the arm of an elegant, refined middle-aged gentleman - the owner of the Mansion. He seemed to rise and form out of the shadows themselves, making not a whisper as he came into view, the gentle tapping of his cane against the floor the only indication of his presence. The rumors were surely true. The Earl is eloquent and knowledgeable. His manners are impeccable, and his etiquette is flawless, flawless; Savannah's finest would struggle to find a fault. During our time together, I tried every angle, every trick in the book to have him spill his guts, but alas, he was completely water tight. watertight. Talking of about himself, everything he said was in perfect alignment with the intelligence gathered by our spy. Upon my departure, I left with my preferred parting words, "May the Divine Light guide you always". Even if one is not devout, he can surely appreciate such a wholesome and heartfelt message. For a split second, his facade seemed to slip, although a gentle smile quickly replace replaced the momentary change. Perhaps this is the breakthrough I need... August 16th. Wet and overcast. It has been little more than 3 months since his induction, but already Leofric has comfortably carved his niche into the aristocratic social circles. I'm constantly bombarded with statements from the aristocracy pertaining to 'the Earl's wisdom' or 'the Earl's generosity'. A silver tongue and golden purse have firmly placed him comfortably as one of their number. I among them. I can't help becoming ever more suspicious, suspicious; I'm not convinced he is truly who he claims to be, even more so now that two of my finest well-trained spies have been deposed. On the surface, we've been cordial and polite to one another these past three months, but in truth there is a war we wage in the shadows. I may not yet have uncovered his true identity, but the mystery is gradually being unveiled. I recall that after a banquet one evening, the Earl was blathering on, saying, "People wear masks in life, and aristocrats even more than most." Ever since we have been children, being given our favorite toy after crying loudly for it, humanity has tasted the sweetness of deception, wearing ever grander, ever more deceptive masks. So then, Earl, what would one find beneath your mask, hmm? August 23rd. Sunny. Earl Leofric suddenly came for an audience with me, claiming to prove his sincerity by offering to tell me a secret. He entered the guestroom, shook out his cloak and stretched out his right hand, concealing his face. The slivers of his eyes exposed between his fingers flared scarlet and ghastly spiraling horns emerged from his forehead. Classic Hypogean traits. "You seem unperturbed, human." Leofric's expression seemed to suggest he knew this would be the case. He pulled his hand away from his face as it immediately burst into flames and vanished. "A ruler such as yourself has long learned not to trust too easily." Of course, as Lord of Oakenfell Oakenfell, it is my duty to remain vigilant and suspicious of "outsiders". In my imaginings of every possibility, Hypogean was one possible identity of hundreds. "We are both shrewd individuals. How about we cut a deal." deal?" The Earl's smirked. After the Earl had departed, I summoned the guards I had ordered to hide in the guest room. As I suspected, from the moment when the Earl shook out his cape, the guards saw the quite unremarkable sight of myself and the Earl talking, nothing more. November 25th. Sunny. Oakenfell, its dark undercurrent no longer surging, has returned to its peaceful state. Following my cooperation with Leofric, the long concealed long-concealed secrets of the aristocracy, once out of reach of my spies, are now sat sitting neatly on my table. The Earl himself is the only source of instability in Oakenfell. Fortunately, he is also quite unlike his kin, lacking their destructive and chaotic streak. To quote the Earl himself, "What I am plotting is nothing more than a human disguise. After all, humans are the most 'disguised' of all the races." Naturally races." Naturally, I do not trust the words of a Hypogean, Hypogean; he could be scheming some other ploy, but for the time being, whilst our interests align, it suits me to work with him. There is no trust between us, but I suspect the Earl is well aware that is the case. All he requires for payment is for part of my library collection to be opened, and to maintain his title of Earl. For the sake of Oakenfell's stability, these are tolerable terms. This morning, he and I attended an art salon. Whilst mingling with the other attendees, we briefly greeted each other, other: "May the Divine Light guide you always". "Wise and erudite, mysterious and dangerous. Shhh! Talk behind his back back, and he'll be right there beside you."

Leofric summons a "Shadow Mastiff" statue Shadow Mastiff in front of the enemy with the highest Attack Rating, and taunts them for 8 seconds. 8s. The "Shadow Mastiff" Shadow Mastiff possesses 1150% of Leofric's Attack Rating as health, and only one may be present on the battlefield at a time. If the "Shadow Mastiff" Shadow Mastiff is destroyed before its timer duration ends, the attacking enemy will permanently lose 18% of their Attack Rating (effect can only occur once per enemy). If the "Shadow Mastiff" Shadow Mastiff is not destroyed before its timer duration ends, it shall deal deals damage equal to 290% damage of Attack Rating to the attacking enemy when its timer ends. enemy.

If the "Shadow Mastiff" Shadow Mastiff is destroyed before its timer ends, the attacking enemy will permanently lose 22% of their Attack Rating. If the "Shadow Mastiff" Shadow Mastiff is not destroyed before its timer duration ends, it shall will deal damage equal to 320% damage when it ends. of Attack Rating.

If the "Shadow Mastiff" Shadow Mastiff is destroyed before its timer ends, the attacking enemy will permanently lose 25% of their Attack Rating. If the "Shadow Mastiff" Shadow Mastiff is not destroyed before its timer duration ends, it shall will deal damage equal to 350% damage when it ends. of Attack Rating.

When passively used, Thane's Passive: Normal Attacks attacks deal follow-up wind damage equal to 120% of his Attack Rating as additional wind damage to the target. When actively used, Thane swings his target. Active: Swings the sword 3 times, dealing damage equal to 240% of Attack Rating damage per time. Following the attack, Rating. He also causes wind sweeps to sweep the area in front, dealing 3 strikes of AoE damage equal to 200% of his Attack Rating damage 3 times to enemies within range. each time.

Thane uses his blade to eviscerate his target, stunning them temporarily and slashing them 4 times, with each slash dealing damage equal to 350% of his Attack Rating as damage. Rating. If the target dies or cannot be targeted by Thane's slashes, then the following slashes deal damage to all enemies. "Wind's Edge" targets prioritizes enemy heroes first. as targets.

After using "Wind's Edge", the following Wind's Edge, Thane's next 6 Normal Attacks normal attacks deal additional extra damage equal to 10% of the target's lost health already lost by the target. Additional damage cannot exceed (capped at 600% of Thane's Attack Rating. Rating).

After Enemies enter the Wind Shear state for 10s after suffering from "Maelstrom", enemies suffer from "Wind Shear" for 10 seconds. Maelstrom. If an enemy's health is greater higher than 70%, then they shall will be unable to recover health. This effect cannot be removed.

The Each time an enemy affected by Wind Shear takes damage from Maelstrom, the percentage of health at which an the enemy affected by "Wind Shear" cannot can no longer recover health is lowered will be reduced by 5%, and can be lowered by 30% 5% (capped at most. 30%).

Thane locks onto a target, swinging swings his sword, dealing sword to deal damage equal to 260% of his Attack Rating damage to nearby targets, and manifests creates a Wind Vortex. Vortex within the area. Excluding the locked-on target, other enemies are knocked outside of the Wind Vortex. When While within the Wind Vortex, Thane's Haste is increased by 30 points 30, and the enemy cannot dodge his attacks. The Wind Vortex exists lasts for 12 seconds 12s or until Thane leaves the area. Thane will not use this skill again while a Wind Vortex still exists. After using "Wind's Edge" Wind's Edge or "Winds Winds of Fury", Fury, the cooldown time for "Dueling Blades" shall of Dueling Blades will be reset.

欧尼斯特拔出身后的双剑，位移到敌方单位最密集的区域，对周围的敌方单位造成600%攻击力的伤害，并解放“殉死残印”，使自身进入“狂化”状态，持续13秒。处于“狂化”状态时，欧尼斯特转变为近战并获得强化普通攻击，免疫控制效果，无法施放除“瞬身穿影”外的其他主动技能，若受到的单次伤害与生命流失不超过自身初始最大生命值的1500%，则该伤害会被限制在自身3%最大生命值以内。“狂化”状态结束时，欧尼斯特会回到相对远离敌方单位的位置。 Oren draws the twin blades from his back, teleports to the area with the highest concentration of enemy units, deals damage equal to 600% of his Attack Rating to nearby enemy units, then unleashes his Martyr's Mark, entering the Berserk state for 13s. While Berserk, Oren is immune to control effects, switches to melee mode and gains an enhanced normal attack, but cannot use any active skills besides Phantom Execution. Additionally, as long as a single strike of damage or health loss does not exceed 1500% of Oren's initial max health, then that strike is capped at 3% of his max health. When the Berserk state ends, Oren returns to a position distant from enemy units.

Using this Ultimate skill afflicts all enemies with a "Cursed Aura". Cursed Aura. If an enemy is already afflicted by a "Cursed Aura", Cursed Aura, its duration is reset, and the enemy is dealt damage equal to 320% of her Attack Rating damage. Rating. When using this skill, Vyloris is immune to Control Effects control effects and cannot be targeted. Passive effects: All "Cursed Auras" Cursed Auras have a duration of 9 seconds, 9s, and enemies already afflicted by a "Cursed Aura" Cursed Aura lose 25% Defense, this Defense. This effect cannot be stacked or dispelled. When an enemy uses their Ultimate skill, the "Cursed Aura" is Ultimate, their Cursed Aura will be removed. Vyloris is immune to Control Effects control effects when entering the battlefield.

Damage dealt to enemies already afflicted by a "Cursed Aura" Cursed Aura is increased to 380% of her Attack Rating.

Enemies with a "Cursed Aura" Cursed Aura have their Defense reduced by 35%.

Vyloris deals damage equal to 200% of her Attack Rating damage to the closest and farthest enemies, and causes them both to lose 40% of their current Energy, also marking and additionally marks them with a "Cursed Aura". Cursed Aura. The minimum amount of Energy lost is at least 200 points. 200. If an enemy is already afflicted by a "Cursed Aura", Cursed Aura, its duration is reset.

Vyloris uses 10% of her current health to manifest a shield of equal value, which cannot be lower than 8% of her max health and that exists for 5 seconds. Vyloris then deals damage equal to 9% of her max health damage to enemies that have a "Cursed Aura", Cursed Aura, but the damage cannot exceed 530% of her Attack Rating. Damage dealt causes enemies to deal 30% less damage for the following 7 seconds. 7s. This effect cannot be stacked.

Deals damage equal to 12% of her max health damage to enemies with a "Cursed Aura". Cursed Aura. Damage cannot exceed 530% of Vyloris' Attack Rating.

After using the Ultimate skill "Cruel Endeavors", her Ultimate, the current cooldown duration of the skill "Fatal Embrace" Fatal Embrace is reduced by 90%.

If an enemy has a "Cursed Aura", Cursed Aura, they are unable to receive healing for the following 9 seconds 9s after they are struck by the skill "Everlasting Torment". Everlasting Torment.

<c>Chapter 1</c> The slave Canisa reclined in the cell. While she couldn't say that her current life in prison was unbearable, exactly, dark doubts did still linger and distract: distract her: What exactly was her purchaser, a human mage, up to? Everyone was locked up here with nothing to do every day but be examined, with all physical changes carefully recorded. Canisa stretched languidly, her gaze flickering across the other slaves. She'd only been here a few days, and was only now more or less familiar with the others. She spotted the figure of Ruke lurking amidst the shadows, only to find him looking right back at her. She couldn't help but glare at him, but he just smiled contemptuously and rattled his chains by shaking his glorious mane, of which he was so proud. Despite everyone being equal prisoners here, Canisa still clearly recalled the atrocities committed by the Leonine against the Satyrs. The two clans lived at opposite ends of a tributary in Dura's Gift, and bore long-standing historical enmity. Many of Canisa's kin had perished in battle against the Leonine and, after their clan's defeat, many of those who had been taken prisoner became slaves. So it was that Canisa had been passed through the hands of many slave traders, only to end up here. She'd never expected to see Ruke here and, from his appearance at least, life is was not so easy for the Leonine now. Canisa held her head high in reply, but just then happened to catch sight of the skylight embedded in the ceiling. The sun had just set, and while the sky was still ablaze with the afterglow, the Burning Plume of Obsiornis at the zenith was particularly dazzling. Canisa woke with a start in the middle of the night. The full moon shone brightly, making it easy for her to spot Ruke's furtive actions. Ha! No wonder he'd skulked in the shadows all day, preventing anyone from getting too close—it appeared there was a small hole in the wall! "Ahem..." Canisa cleared her throat quietly. A nearby bearfolk, lost in slumber, made an incoherent noise and rolled over irritably. Ruke paused, his head turning immediately towards the door of the prison. When no guards were seen, he looked around and was faced with Canisa's sly smirk. The next day, Ruke intentionally picked a fight with a nearby centaur, who eventually moved off indignantly to the opposite corner. Seeing this, Canisa immediately stood up and began to sneeringly mock Ruke, while arrogantly gathering her chains and moving across to sit beside him. The whole while, her face bore an expression which seemed to say say, "And what are you going to do about it?" That evening, Ruke continued to subtly pry bricks from the wall using a link of his chain. He would remove each one, one before placing it gently back in the hole. In this way, although the hole in the wall appeared only the size of a single brick, in reality reality, a sizable area had been loosened. "One big push tomorrow loosened. "Tch. Tomorrow, all I have to do is give it a good shove and I'll be out of here! first. But you... You'll just you, big oaf, will definitely get stuck! Stuck wedged in the hole there and waiting to die ahaha!" Canisa die." Canisa spoke softly, watching in satisfaction as Ruke's expression darkened, as while her hand continued to toy with the loose bricks. The third day, the corpse of a Jackalman was placed in front of the their cell door. It transpired that he had been a prisoner one of the prisoners in another cell, cell who had caused a little trouble and taken advantage of the commotion to attack the guards. Alas, he had not considered that the heavy iron bars could have been enchanted with a terrible curse, which led to a horrible and agonizing demise. The human mage who had collected them all here place placed the Jackalman's body at the door of each cell, as a reminder to behave. The whole prison was abuzz with the news and, according to a Falkin, this Jackalman had been betrayed by another prisoner, apparently as part of some feud between their clans. When she heard this, Canisa couldn't help but glance over at Ruke, and the two of them eyed each other suspiciously. Just then, a snake which had slithered in between the bars and wrapped itself around a Centaur's hind hoof was violently shaken off. Everyone else was distracted by this, and they grabbed torches to drive the snake off. Canisa, however, looked away and remained silent. When night fell, the two of them began shifting the bricks once more. Neither of them said a word. Canisa estimated that, barring any accident, it would take another three days for Ruke to be able to break through the wall. After that, she would no longer have to spare a thought about her Leonine enemy. <c>Chapter 2</c> An accident, however, was soon to occur. There was something very wrong with the food today. It was like some grubs or worms had found their way into it—and thence into the body of whoever ate it. Canisa shivered and shook her head, hoping it was just her imagination. But it didn't take long before she was wracked with a jolt of searing agony, and she felt as if all her innards cramped at once, her organs all twisting and constricting around each other. Looking around at the other prisoners, she saw their faces contorted and pained too. Was it possible they were afflicted with the same sickness? As she collapsed to the ground, Canisa gazed up at the skylight in despair, the Finch Tail constellation blurring and fading in her vision. "C'mon, hold it together." A gentle, supportive voice spoke in her ear. As Canisa slowly swam back to consciousness, she saw that the speaker to was unexpectedly be none other than the human mage. Shocked, she could not even muster a response, but only look around at the several torch-bearing doctors who stood nearby and surrounded the human mage, and they all seemed poised and waiting for something to happen. "The filth in your veins will soon be cleansed, and the Ya will recover their pure humanity. Be patient just a little longer, longer; we are on the verge of ushering in a new era of peace." His tone may have been gentle and kind, but Canisa felt as though she'd just been sucker punched. She finally understood the reason behind the constant physical monitoring. Suddenly, a furious roar came from the prison. It was Ruke! No, not just Ruke. The Falkin, Bearfolk, and Centaurs were roaring too... And Canisa. A guttural guttural, despairing wail came from the throats of every prisoner as they endured the seething pain which that boiled within. They struggled to reach the human mage or even bite him, but were too exhausted. None could get close to him, let alone inflict a wound. He only looked upon them arrogantly, his expression expectant. A final surge of regret hit Canisa, as she lamented how generations of internal Mauler conflict had caused them all to forget their greatest foe. Had they but one more ally, they would have escaped long ago. But as it was, she and Ruke did not trust the Bearfolk, nor the Centaurs, and thus they were right now reaping the consequence consequences of this distrust. The snake undulated easily in between the iron bars. It looked at the fallen prisoners, lying in pools of blood, and closed its eyes. It inhaled long and deeply, seeming to relish the iron tang of blood in the air. "What a rich, delicious aroma! So many humans... Such intense hatred." "No! Not human!" Canisa screamed in silence to herself. It was too humiliating, a Mauler warrior perishing not on the battlefield, but in a ridiculous experiment arrogantly designed to turn Maulers into humans! The Hypogean humans! It chuckled cruelly, as if taunting Canisa: "But your body has really changed... I wonder, if you're truly human now?" No! No! Not human! "No? Very well then... If you surrender yourselves to me." <c>Chapter 3</c> Canisa felt a little strange when she finally woke up. She turned her head, head and saw a wing erupting from her arm, a wing eerily reminiscent of those of the Falkin... She did a double take, as it didn't appear to even be her arm. As for her leg... And, uh, what about her tail? The snake rippled into sight from behind her, flicking its forked tongue at her. Canisa couldn't help but laugh, as laugh; was this her new body? Her Mauler brethren were with her now, she could feel herself brimming with their strength! Never again would she dread the frail human form... "Hey, your horn poked me." Canisa looked to the other side, side and came face to face with Ruke. They looked into each other's eyes. Ha! Just as well. The Maulers could never really have been joined any other way. She and Ruke would have a good long time together. Long enough to argue their fill, and settle old scores. The next moment, Canisa was laughing as she smashed the chains with her giant Bearfolk paw, while Ruke snatched the mage's torch with his teeth and began setting the whole prison systematically alight. "Who would want to become human?! Arrogant idiot!"

Oren draws the twin blades from his back, teleports to the area with the highest concentration of enemy units, deals damage equal to 600% of his Attack Rating to nearby enemy units, then unleashes his Martyr's Mark, entering the Berserk state for 13s. While Berserk, Oren is immune to control effects, switches to melee mode and gains an enhanced normal attack, but cannot use any active skills besides Phantom Execution. Additionally, the damage and health loss he takes cannot exceed 3% of his max health in a single strike. When the Berserk state ends, Oren returns to a position distant from enemy units. 欧尼斯特拔出身后的双剑，位移到敌方单位最密集的区域，对周围的敌方单位造成600%攻击力的伤害，并解放“殉死残印”，使自身进入“狂化”状态，持续13秒。处于“狂化”状态时，欧尼斯特转变为近战并获得强化普通攻击，免疫控制效果，无法施放除“瞬身穿影”外的其他主动技能，若受到的单次伤害与生命流失不超过自身初始最大生命值的1500%，则该伤害会被限制在自身3%最大生命值以内。“狂化”状态结束时，欧尼斯特会回到相对远离敌方单位的位置。