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[UK][7.4] Tibiantis Online

Server Website/AAC
https://tibiantis.online
Server Address
tibiantis.online
Server Port
7171
Client Protocol
7.4
It's not anywhere near losing its appeal. Anyway, I am honest here and I openly disregard the idea of opening a new server for such a reason (even if it was true). We may still open a new world some time in the future, but only for it can contribute to growing the community, NOT to take the place of the existing server as you propose.
If you open new server there will be queues to it and wars 24/7 it will be the most unpeacefull server to ever exist after what tibiantis is going through now I believe it will be the most unplayable server for solo players if it happen. Would love to see it as hardcore pvp as pvp just has no right to exist in this timeline
 
It's not anywhere near losing its appeal. Anyway, I am honest here and I openly disregard the idea of opening a new server for such a reason (even if it was true). We may still open a new world some time in the future, but only for it can contribute to growing the community, NOT to take the place of the existing server as you propose.
Fair point, but IF you ever do open a new world, they will inevitably take players from the current world anyway.
 
Fair point, but IF you ever do open a new world, they will inevitably take players from the current world anyway.
Which will also lead to more people playing because war will be somewhat different since player shift. Some players will not grind from 0
 
This discussion its pointless, Kay owns the product and he wont open a new server he already state that, doesnt matter the cons/pros, just keep your lives going and w8 for another hoster with the same reputation and discipline as this one to be willin to offer the same product with a fresh start, it will probably never come so just keep doing other stuffs.
 
It's not anywhere near losing its appeal. Anyway, I am honest here and I openly disregard the idea of opening a new server for such a reason (even if it was true). We may still open a new world some time in the future, but only for it can contribute to growing the community, NOT to take the place of the existing server as you propose.
Actually, Kay,
There are three main markets for Tibia 7.4 servers:
Europe
North America (including the Caribbean)
South America (including the Caribbean)
Players from Europe can play with a reasonable ping on American servers and the reverse is also possible. Unfortunately, the South American market is a little further away from this reality, but they can still play in Europe - in worse conditions - if they really like the server.

In addition, there are two "niches" for 7.4 1x longterm servers. There are the classic client-based servers and the OTClient-based servers.

TODAY, Tibiantis is the only 1x long term taken seriously with Classic Client. In the North American market, we have Nostalther, from Panther, a good friend of mine, and in Brazil, there's an insignificant dispute between Antiga and Keltera. (Of little relevance...)

The creation of a new Tibiantis server is sure to be a turning point for you, the server staff, because it brings with it the unquestionable fear of killing the current server with hype. The point is that an NA server would never kill the first Tibiantis server for a few reasons:

1) The target audience is different. It will be totally aimed at Americans and South Americans. Eventually Europeans will play for the hype, but already knowing the credibility of the server, they will return to where their gameplay will be much more enjoyable, with a low ping.

2) The credibility and seriousness you have earned over time

Even though I'm Brazilian, I don't support the creation of a server in South America for several reasons. Weak currency, less educated community and (believe me) much more toxic and inclined to corruption, among other problems. To be quite honest.

But just as you thought long and hard before removing quest items and based yourselves on studies - academic ones, to my surprise and admiration - think long and hard about creating a new server. I really only see expansion and the conquest of new markets. I've found myself thinking about it at various times, looking for problems and calculating the chances of the "mother" server being killed by the creation of yet another. But honestly, based on everything I've said, I think it's very difficult.

And I think that with the knowledge you have, the server (which is already ready and stable) and the structures available in the American server market, you're missing out on a big market with no competitors and a lot of demand. (7.4 1x longterm, reliable with classic client.
 
Actually, Kay,
There are three main markets for Tibia 7.4 servers:
Europe
North America (including the Caribbean)
South America (including the Caribbean)
Players from Europe can play with a reasonable ping on American servers and the reverse is also possible. Unfortunately, the South American market is a little further away from this reality, but they can still play in Europe - in worse conditions - if they really like the server.

In addition, there are two "niches" for 7.4 1x longterm servers. There are the classic client-based servers and the OTClient-based servers.

TODAY, Tibiantis is the only 1x long term taken seriously with Classic Client. In the North American market, we have Nostalther, from Panther, a good friend of mine, and in Brazil, there's an insignificant dispute between Antiga and Keltera. (Of little relevance...)

The creation of a new Tibiantis server is sure to be a turning point for you, the server staff, because it brings with it the unquestionable fear of killing the current server with hype. The point is that an NA server would never kill the first Tibiantis server for a few reasons:

1) The target audience is different. It will be totally aimed at Americans and South Americans. Eventually Europeans will play for the hype, but already knowing the credibility of the server, they will return to where their gameplay will be much more enjoyable, with a low ping.

2) The credibility and seriousness you have earned over time

Even though I'm Brazilian, I don't support the creation of a server in South America for several reasons. Weak currency, less educated community and (believe me) much more toxic and inclined to corruption, among other problems. To be quite honest.

But just as you thought long and hard before removing quest items and based yourselves on studies - academic ones, to my surprise and admiration - think long and hard about creating a new server. I really only see expansion and the conquest of new markets. I've found myself thinking about it at various times, looking for problems and calculating the chances of the "mother" server being killed by the creation of yet another. But honestly, based on everything I've said, I think it's very difficult.

And I think that with the knowledge you have, the server (which is already ready and stable) and the structures available in the American server market, you're missing out on a big market with no competitors and a lot of demand. (7.4 1x longterm, reliable with classic client.
You lost me when you even tried to compare sh**stalther with this. Although as a very good friend of the giant pink creature you probably benefit from his corruptness 😁
 
The point is that an NA server would never kill the first Tibiantis server for a few reasons:
I ain’t reading all that
I’m happy for you though
or sorry that happened

Only one way of new server is seasonal h-rate edition every 4-6 month (2day-1week edition) where players could earn rewards (most player kills, most monsters killed, or completing "BINGO goals") on main server for competing there. That would not change playerbase (people who don't care about events get free spots and people who want to have fun, pk could compete there without worrying about main chars)
 
Actually, Kay,
There are three main markets for Tibia 7.4 servers:
Europe
North America (including the Caribbean)
South America (including the Caribbean)
Players from Europe can play with a reasonable ping on American servers and the reverse is also possible. Unfortunately, the South American market is a little further away from this reality, but they can still play in Europe - in worse conditions - if they really like the server.

In addition, there are two "niches" for 7.4 1x longterm servers. There are the classic client-based servers and the OTClient-based servers.

TODAY, Tibiantis is the only 1x long term taken seriously with Classic Client. In the North American market, we have Nostalther, from Panther, a good friend of mine, and in Brazil, there's an insignificant dispute between Antiga and Keltera. (Of little relevance...)

The creation of a new Tibiantis server is sure to be a turning point for you, the server staff, because it brings with it the unquestionable fear of killing the current server with hype. The point is that an NA server would never kill the first Tibiantis server for a few reasons:

1) The target audience is different. It will be totally aimed at Americans and South Americans. Eventually Europeans will play for the hype, but already knowing the credibility of the server, they will return to where their gameplay will be much more enjoyable, with a low ping.

2) The credibility and seriousness you have earned over time

Even though I'm Brazilian, I don't support the creation of a server in South America for several reasons. Weak currency, less educated community and (believe me) much more toxic and inclined to corruption, among other problems. To be quite honest.

But just as you thought long and hard before removing quest items and based yourselves on studies - academic ones, to my surprise and admiration - think long and hard about creating a new server. I really only see expansion and the conquest of new markets. I've found myself thinking about it at various times, looking for problems and calculating the chances of the "mother" server being killed by the creation of yet another. But honestly, based on everything I've said, I think it's very difficult.

And I think that with the knowledge you have, the server (which is already ready and stable) and the structures available in the American server market, you're missing out on a big market with no competitors and a lot of demand. (7.4 1x longterm, reliable with classic client.
Chill papito. Soon enough we will have what we mostly desire. Entitlement can only take you so far ;P
 
Havent played in OTServers for a while - made an account in this OT few days ago and im really IMPRESSED - to say the least! No bugs, no lags and pure nostalgic feeling!

Also I never tought I will make an account and start from beginning in a 3 years old OTserver... And it was a real pleasent surprise.. Really happy and glad for the team that made this possible. I really hope they have made the money with the server.

Also in my eyes the economy feels really healthy - price ratio for premium time to ingame money. BoH's costing approx 15€ if u calc it like that.. I imagine the feeling of looting ones while hunting.

Anyways.. I could continue but I dont want to make it long. :)
 
(in case you missed it, part one of the teaser is here: Tibiantis Online (https://tibiantis.online/?page=viewtopic&id=397) and below is part two)

“C'mon now, Jim. I built this boat myself!” The old man yelled so loudly and vehemently it seemed the thought of returning to the underground mazes of the Fang has made him at least two decades younger.

“And these shoes were made by a certain venorean shoemaker himself, but just like your old dinghy they are mine now because I paid for them,” the young fisherman Jim replied. He seemed completely unruffled, though someone with a good ear might pick up on the slight quaver that suggested a mild annoyance. In his attempts to suppress the rising irritation, he avoided making eye contact, focusing entirely on untying the lumped fishing nets that lay around. To a casual observer, the whole scene might seem like a father scolding his son for an unsuccessful catch.

“You know damn well it's worth twice what you paid me! If it hadn't been for that last cuppa rum, I would've ne'er agreed to that price. Besides, it's not like you're using it anyway. It's just resting there on the shore, being eaten away by woodworms. Please tell me, my good man, when was the last time she saw the water? Prob'ly when it was raining here last week, ey? Ha ha! Y'know, I'd be doing you a favor if I took her out for a little spin.” As the old man regained his composure, the rant turned into cajolery. Apparently, he decided to change tactics. He was hoping to coax Jim into letting him take—or at least borrow—the boat that the young man indeed bought from him when he was too old and feeble to continue fishing in the high seas.

“Now look at that! You show a good heart and pour it to the man only to be rewarded with complaints! Twice as much, my ass! You were the one who convinced me it's worth having a spare boat in case something happens to mine. And, as it happens, I spent the past month replacing those planks eaten away by your old woodworms. And definitely not so that you could go and crash it into rocks!” The young fisherman replied with more confidence now. Apparently he managed to convince himself to his own arguments when he was speaking. As he finally pulled himself together to raise his head from above the nets and give the old man a stern look, he was surprised to notice three brawny figures leaning against the gunnel, looking back at him, clearly discussing something.

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“It seems that our new business partner might have overstated how easily he can organize a transport,” one of the three men deduced, slightly disheartened by the young fisherman's unyielding disposition.

“Why, it might be a good sign. I sure hope he laid it on thick about that monster as well,” another replied.

“He better not have done so about the treasures too,” the third concluded with a slight groan of effort as he was tightening the knot on his backpack in the hopes that it will protect its contents in case of an unexpected wave.

For a while now, the three comrades—who no more than few days ago thought that they had come to Aruthang to strike gold with the rythmic swinging of a pickaxe—have been watching the altercation from a distance. But their patience was running low, and it didn't take long before the tallest and the strongest of them decided that the negotiation capability of his knife might prove more effective than the words of their elderly business partner. Steadily and confidently, he approached the arguing fishermen.

“What a mess! Here, let me help,” he said casually, and with a quick short swing he cut the net in the young man's hands. “See? That's better now! I can help with the other nets as well. But first I could help out in a certain dispute concerning that beautiful boat over there, where my friends are waiting impatiently. What do you think?”

Jim jumped back, still cluthing the ropes that used to be a net just a moment ago. The young fisherman quickly glanced around, but there was no one who, having witnessed what just happened, might aid him in these negotiations. It didn't take him long to estimate that this ruffian's so-called help would cost him more than letting them use the old dinghy—which, indeed, he didn't use anyway. Especially that the yobo didn't look like he would stop helping after ‘fixing’ all the nets.

“Th– thank you, I'll manage,” he faltered. “You gentlemen seem to be in a hurry. Better to set sail now when the waves are smaller. Go ahead and take the boat, it's no trouble at all.”

The brawny man grinned broadly, sheathed his knife, and patted his business partner on the shoulder indicating that they've been delayed for too long. Luckily, the beautiful weather and the calm waters helped them make up for the time wasted on obtaining the means of transport. And so, it took but a blink of an eye—or a quick short swing of a knife—before the three comrades and the old man noticed their destination looming on the horizon. One glimpse was enough to realize how truly adequate the name Fang was. As they were approaching the huge spiky rock that seemed to pierce the sky, their awe and respect for it grew. Even at close range the Fang seemed to be a monolith with no visible fissures or cracks, and yet the old fisherman was guiding the boat straight towards it with no hesitation as if he had been travelling this route every day for many years.

“It's alright,” he said to answer the unexpressed yet angst among his passengers that any minute their boat could quite brutally crash into rocks. When they came within oar's reach, they were able to discern giant stones that looked as if they were parting to open their gates before them. The misleading impression of the stones being one even solid surface was just an optical illussion. The old man led the boat inside the hidden cave very carefully. Then, the shimmering light of the lantern on the bow revealed a patch of dry land, big and solid enough to bring the boat ashore and disembark, and just several meters yonder—a passageway that descended underground. Presumably naturally formed, but also giving an unexplicable impression of having been carved purposely a long time ago…

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“I can swear it's at least the third time that we've passed this way,” said the brawny man, his voice immediately echoing in the network of numerous corridors wherein they have been wandering for hours now.

“Alright, we need to climb down here.” The old man's voice didn't sound as confident anymore. He didn't even turn to look at the others.

“Hang on, gramps. I heard your story more than once, but I don't remember there being anything about climbing down a vertical wall into total darkness where you can't even see the bottom.” One of the younger men was clearly angry. He added, “We don't even have the proper equipment.”

The old man could already feel his companions' eyes on his back, sending him impatient glances. He broke into a cold sweat. He's been leading them blindly for several hours now because no matter how hard he tried he could not remember the way to the ‘treasure’. He could bet his shirt that the corridor layout was different than when he had been here the last time. But that was not the kind of an excuse that his business partners would accept.

“Yeah, are you pulling our legs here or what? You ate your fill, drank like a fish, reclaimed your boat. And all that for our money. We also paid for all the equipment and weapons against that monster of yours. We have a debt so big that if we come back empty-handed, we'll be stuck on that bloody island forever. All you had to do was to get us through the damn corridors, but I'm starting to think that you either don't know what you're doing or very cleverly pretend that you don't.” When the second man spoke, the word ‘starting’ sounded like a far-fetched euphemism, after all he could hardly hold his temper and was clearly on the verge of giving vent to his irritation.

“Please, gentlemen, be at ease. My memory's not what it used to be, y'know. But I'm sure this is the right way. Besides, you'll find out once you reach the bottom.” As he was saying that, the old man turned his noble countenance to the others, but in his head a thought much less noble began to sprout. Unable to find a way out of this predicament, he decided he would let them climb down first and then make a run for it, leaving them behind. Just like he had left Morris.

“You are the guide. You're going first,” said the third man very calmly, his hand stroking the saber hilt menacingly.

“C'mon now, you see how old and ailing I am… I assure you, this is the right way. There's nothing to fear,” the fisherman replied without much thinking.

“How can you possibly know that if you can't see anything there? Also, this place was supposed to be perilous, which is why we armed ourselves. And now you're saying that ‘there's nothing to fear’? I don't like this. Either way, you're old so please be my guest,” the first man spoke again. Rather unnecessarily though, because hostile looks of his impatient comrades were already quite expressive.

Slowly and reluctantly the old man tied the rope to a stalagmite and began to lower himself unsteadily. Having been a fisherman his whole life, he never had to dabble in climbing, so he lacked both the skill and the experience. No more than few meters lower, he realized that his subsequent life as a barfly did not benefit him either, especially regarding his stamina.

“Pull me up!” he cried out desperatly as his hands, slippery from sweat and faint from exertion, began to fail him and he was losing his grip on the rope.

“You're doing great! There's nothing to fear!” one of the men shouted down, the irony echoing in the chasm with each word.

“You either get down there on your own, or we can lend you a hand and you'll fly down in no time!” The second man smirked causing the others to fleer as well. They couldn't have known how quickly these words might become reality. Although not in the exact manner the retort indicated.

Eventually, out of reason, and perhaps out of mercy, the first man grabbed the rope and pulled with such energy that he immediately landed on his back. He had not expected that the rope would turn out to be lighter by the hundred and fifty pounds that were clutching on to it just a moment ago. When the others pulled the rest of the rope up, their smirks quickly gave way to looks of great worry, for they realized that in this endless abyss that stretched at their feet, they had just lost their only, albeit of questionable competence, guide…

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