Yes. It is very possible that cross-faction communication in /say and /yell will no longer be possible, if we wish to keep the ability to speak in other languages that are normal for our race. Therefore, if at any time you're in an OOC area (or even IC, in a neutral location and would like the opposing faction to read what you say (for instance, speaking Common)), please speak in /emotes.
You can either do a pseudo-RP, such as /em says, "lol hai thar guyz" when in an OOC area, or you can even shorten it to something like /em "Hello folks!"
Bear in mind, while IC and using /emote to communicate, please actually type it out, like /em says, "Lok'Tar, brothers! May your axe-arms be strong!" once again.
Hope that all made sense!
Edit: I have fixed teh interwebz! It's actually better than before, with no issues with Forsaken or death knights. Rejoice!
D: I mean... C'mon. But anyway, it isn't any of our faults, so I don't have anyone to BEAAAT DOOOWN
Seriously though, is there any possibility this problem can be resolved/fixed with new versions of ArcEmu or new patches?
Until then I'll keep in mind to use emotes. I shouldn't be complaining considering most RP servers still get "MrblueDraenei makes some strange gestures"
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
We used to do that all the time before? When I joined the server everyone had to use /emotes when dealing with other faction at least that's what I remember.
Will there be a chance for this feature to work again?
I dunno much about the staff and if there is a development team that has the magic thingies to make it happen.
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?