- [DONE] No more weird fading, as introduced in the last 'patch'.
- [DONE] Slightly altered the volume of footsteps... because

This build is for all ye who noticed the fading of parts of the UI when it should not fade.

Fading of the UI should only be a result of encountering the Whisperer should it break its bonds.
The Angels have done their best to ensure this does not happen.

We willingly traded free-will to the Angels for Gifts, and our mobility for the safety of their Bonds.
We watched our finest travel far from them, into the Umbral Gloom, and become changed.
We can still hear their howls and titters from those places swallowed up by the deep dark.
We no longer wish for their return.

By the Moon's Eye, we have lost much! We vow to lose no more! Emberheart will stand strong within its Bond, Moon's Eye willing.

And while we perform our solemn duty, we will sing songs of those places our forebears once loved:

• The Steel Tower
  
• The Shifting Grove
  
• The Silent Fortress
  
• The Great Hollow
  
• The Clockworks

And we shall write epics praising the champions who stood against the Gloom, and were overwhelmed.

• Baron Sigmar of the Iron Fists
  
• Martyr Etienne, Bearer of the Pale Masks
  
• Aiken of the Silent Bell
  
• Elsa the Worm-mother
  
• Kein the Dollmaker

But we will not sing of the Whisperer.
To do so is to invite their song inside us, to seep from our own lips even while we protect the Bonds.

So, seek the Underways and bring back what you can from the Umbral Gloom.
Go, with the knowledge that if you ever wash up on the shores of Emberheart we shall listen to your breaths, and if we find them pure we shall lift you as we lift all Pathfinders, and teach you once again the ways of our world.

Go, with the knowledge that all fades present are intentional and sanctioned by the Moon's Eye.
And not just a stupid UI bug.

Build 938
[DONE] Massive performance updates
[DONE] Reaper summon now on-par with Lesser Reapers.
[DONE] Sleathen can no longer be affected by a Cross of Force
[DONE] Slam Gift text has been updated
[DONE] Insane followers now refuse to interact with you
[DONE] Gazers no longer bounce on the Overworld
[DONE] Fixed Events so that they don't ALL generate monsters (sigh)
[DONE] Events can now no longer generate or move to 'special' locations
[DONE] Updated credits to reflect Simon's incredible work on performance improvements

Here's a build. It's a gift.






No, don't get up. You couldn't if you tried.





You're wondering why you're tied to that chair. I can tell.
The gag keeps you mercifully silent, but your eyes say it all.
It's always the eyes, isn't it? They are a giveaway.
You might say that you're not interested in someone, or something. Like this build, for example.
You may even believe it yourself. You repeat the lie so often it has begun to take on the flavour of truth on your tongue. But make no mistake, even a flicker of your gaze - ah, there it is!

Yes. Like that.

You don't want to look at the silver tray, do you? You don't like its ramifications. You've seen moments like this in films. You've read about them in books.

It never ends well for the one tied to the chair, does it?
No. Sadly it does not.

And I... I find that... trite.
So let's flip this little script, shall we?
Let's uncover the tray. Nono, you can look. I won't judge. You still have your eyes, do you not?

Voila! There we go! Aha. Now you see, don't you?
You're right. I'm not in this alone. This was a far more involved endeavour than one individual's peculiar pecadillo.

Would you like to see the others, my confidants and co-conspirators?
They've been waiting in the dark for this moment.
They've been waiting for you... to see.
Now, gaze upon... the cake.

Yes, they had a cheery message written on the top.
Indeed. It is royal icing.
It was... an expensive cake.

I apologise for the chloroform and the state of my car boot. I admit, the process of getting you here must have been quite alarming. It's possible I may have misunderstood your friends' instructions.
Nono. We'll have no shouting.
I suggest you take it up with them...
...once the gag is removed.

But now my time here has come to an end.
I must say 'adieu' and leave you to... them.
Your friends wanted you to have a... surprise party.
A special year to remember.

The balloons have begun to fall. Do you see? The number of balloons is the precise number of years you have been alive on this planet. Yeeess.

Happy. Birthday.