Written by | Posted October 24, 2014 – 12:01 pm Elevation

Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

Actually, it was white linen pants and a shift, but the effect was approximately the same. The little chapel was warm, on the edge of …

Elevation
comment Comment Written by on October 24, 2014 – 12:01 pm

Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

Actually, it was white linen pants and a shift, but the effect was approximately the same. The little chapel was warm, on the edge of being stuffy even with the windows open, and the walls and pews were lined with assorted paladins, clerics, priests, and a small gaggle of nervous-looking people, several of whom bore a striking resemblance to the young man standing in the middle of the room.

Aely had known for six months that he was ready for this. He knew pretty much everything she could teach him, and though she doubted he would follow in her footsteps as a healer, she knew he’d be one of the best front line fighters she’d ever seen, once he filled out a bit. Right now he was just a gangly blonde teenager on the edge of becoming a man, and if the expression on his face meant anything, she knew she’d done her job right. If she was being honest with herself, she was nervous today too – today was his spotlight, but it was she who bore the brunt of his training, and she who they’d look to if he went astray.

After waiting a few moments for quiet, Bishop Julian Ashburn began, his steady voice resonating in the small space: “In the light, we gather to empower our brother. In its grace, he will be made anew. In its power, he shall serve the masses. In its strength, he shall combat the shadow. And in its wisdom, he shall lead his people to the eternal rewards. Come forward, Squire Sullivan, and receive the blessings of your order.”

Ben walked towards the front of the church where Aely and the Bishop stood, surrounded by the various trappings of an Argent Crusade paladin. He stopped a few paces from them.

Aely stepped forward, a vial of balsalm oil in her hands. She carefully smudged the oil across his forehead, then across each of his palms. She draped him with a dark blue stole, and said “By the grace of the Light, may your people be healed”.

Six paladins of the Argent Crusade stepped forward then, each picking up pieces of ceremonial armor, white and gold and blue. Practiced hands buckled and fastened it around him – it fitted well – and Aely handed him a two-handed mace. “By the strength of the Light, may your enemies be undone”.

The paladins moved to stand behind him, and Aely stepped back to stand next to the Bishop, who spoke again:

“Benjamin William Sullivan, do you vow to uphold the honor and codes of the Order of the Argent Crusade?”
“Do you vow to walk in the grace of the Light and spread its wisdom to your people?”
“Do you vow to vanquish evil wherever it be found, to protect the innocent with your very life, and to serve always what is right, honorable, and good?”

He answered solemnly and clearly: “By my blood and my honor, I do.”

The Bishop spoke again. “Then, may this be the last blow you ever take unanswered.” There was a blinding flash of Light, and a loud crackle, like lightning, and Ben was knocked backward into the paladins behind him. The back of the chapel erupted in rustling and murmurs. Steadied by the paladins, Ben returned to his feet.

The Bishop’s voice rang out through the chapel. “Thus you have sworn, and thus may it ever be so. Turn, and greet your brothers and sisters in the Light, Knight Sullivan, Paladin of the Argent Crusade, and may you always be blessed.”

Aely let out a whoop, quickly followed by general uproar from the rest of the chapel. She let the swarm of congratulations sweep him up – she’d have time later to speak to him herself, to give him the gifts she had prepared. All rank and relationship aside, they were equals now, and that, she thought, was a very fine thing indeed.

Introducing the Newest Anna
comment Comments Off Written by on June 29, 2014 – 4:39 pm

So I’m not really in a position where I should be creating alts. This, of course, does nothing to deter me from making alts when the inspiration strikes. I’ve been really enjoying my Alliance hunter, and she’s my raiding main right now, so I thought … what about a Horde hunter? They’re fun to level, easy to work with, I know the class…

And then I upgraded both my accounts to preorder for Warlords, and realized I’d have an auto-90 for my second account. Which has only low level Horde characters on it. (My primary account auto-90 went to Annorah, my Shaman, and I used one for Ankona as well, because I’m a lazy bum, and because auto professions and auto flying was worth it.)

So it’s time to introduce the newest Anna. She’s… well, she’s a bit tongue in cheek.

Meet Andaka Wolfrunner, Orc Hunter. And Ammo, her favorite wolf pet.

She uses a bow right now, but that’s because that’s the heirloom weapon I already have. I’ll be looking for a proper gun for her at endgame.

I go back and forth about her name. As it is, it’s funny, but it also doesn’t look too far off from something that could be a proper Orc name. And she’s got a prebuilt set of pet names now – Colt, Winchester, etc. I’m looking forward to getting to tame a corehound and naming it something to do with flamethrowers. She is, of course, beast mastery, since that’s the spec I know best and it’s good for soloing/leveling. I doubt she’ll ever be a raiding character (unless I somehow get a new job where I’m not commuting 12+ hours a week), so I don’t really have to worry about optimization.

Of course, I want the auto-professions for her too, and I have a full set of mail heirlooms, so I’m leveling her to 60 before I buy the boost to 90 for her. It’s going fairly quickly – she’s level 53 already. She’s an alchemist, because that’s a useful profession to have, and a fairly straightforward one to keep leveled. I’ve always been glad I had a max level alchemist Alliance side, even when I’m not raiding with her (Aely), so I think it’ll be nice to have that same synergy Hordeside. Ankona is a scribe, which is only somewhat useful, but at least I know I’ll always have access to good shoulder enchants, and both characters can farm the needed herbs for stuff.

She’s been a lot of fun so far, and it just feels right to have an Orc-Anna back in the lineup. (It’s been a long time since my Shaman. In fact, it’s been almost a decade since I was an Orc Shaman…which is a bit scary to think about actually.)

How much time I’ll have to play her remains to be seen, but that’s why she’s an alt. There for when I have time or stories to tell, but not someone I have to worry about keeping up with a raid.

Now all that remains is for me to get a good story going about her, but I’m hoping that I can get some RP to help me define her personality. (Right now she mostly exists as “I shoot stuff, and it dies” which is a nice sentiment, but a little lacking in depth.) Perhaps now that she’s activated on Feathermap, I’ll have more opportunities for her to have conversations and develop her story a bit. And who knows, with the story in Warlords of Draenor, maybe I’ll have some hooks into the official WoW story I can use for her!

Deconstruction
comment Comments Off Written by on November 19, 2013 – 4:46 pm

Bad things are happening in Stormwind – and beyond.

The Hand of Lothar, they call themselves.

Yva Darrows was their first target.

Tirith and Aely were their second and third.

They have since… expanded their reach and escalated their methods of enlightenment.

You can read all of the stories here, as well as read the Dossiers and other miscellany related to this ongoing story that is affecting all of Feathermoon. The website will be updated with more stories as they are posted over the next several weeks. (I’m told there will be over 40 players involved by the end).

Oh, and since I ought to warn you now – content warnings for torture, physical abuse, sadism, and high levels of gut-wrenching mindfuckery. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Patrol
comment Comments Off Written by on November 13, 2013 – 9:59 am

The cathedral bells stop ringing overnight, except for chiming the hours. Three bell strikes, and Angoleth padded softly around another corner of the Cathedral District, staying carefully in the shadows. Trained ears picked up Mogget’s soft breathing – nearly inaudible as he slunk along the other side of the street. They made their way past the Argent Dawn buildings, shuttered and dark, and into the main square, the only sounds the gentle splashing from the fountains. One of Officer Pomeroy’s boys stood in the square as well, unaware of his audience as he shifted idly from one foot to the other, and then moved on.

In the distance, someone’s hound took up braying, followed by two or three others. Mogget stretched, unphased by the Midnight Bark, and followed his elf around another corner.

A creaking shutter stopped both in their tracks. Overhead, against the light bricks, a dark shape hung down from the sill of a window, one arm flailing wildly at the offending shutter. Angoleth ducked back around the corner, notching an arrow. The shape dropped with a muffled thump into the street, and was immediately set upon by a giant cat. It yelped, Mogget growled, and there was the distinct sound of cloth ripping as Angoleth stepped out from the corner and confronted what appeared to be a 12 year old girl.

“Up late?”

No answer. The girl shrank back, away from the elf, her leg firmly grasped in Mogget’s mouth. He eyed his elf, watching for cues for what to do. She dropped the arrow back into her quiver.

“What are you doing sneaking out at 3am?”

Long pause. “Nothing.”

“Suit yourself. Let’s go see who’s home.” Mogget let go of the girl’s leg in time for Angoleth to grab one of her arms and move toward the front door.

“No! This is my house; you can’t tell them. I swear I won’t go out again!”

“Oh? Why shouldn’t I turn you in? There’s dangerous things that happen on these streets at night. I’m far from the worst thing that could find you.”

“Please don’t tell anyone. Please?”

Angoleth paused a moment, watching the girl. She couldn’t seem to decide which was more threatening, the elf, the cat, or the specter of her parents. Her eyes darted between the two figures and the door, back and forth, her hands trembling slightly.

“Alright. I’ll give you a boost up to the window too, if you like. But I intend to keep you to that promise not to sneak out again. I patrol these streets at night, and if I find you again, we’re going in through the front door, no matter who your parents are.”

Two minutes later and the shutter above squeaked closed again, the girl safely inside the second floor bedroom.

Angoleth looked at Mogget and grinned. He stretched, lazily.

“What d’ you think, Mogs? We’re not THAT scary, are we?” The big cat chuffed in response, and the two turned around the next street, taking up familiar paths on either side.

Elevation

October 24, 2014 – 12:01 pm

Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

Actually, it was white linen pants and a shift, but the effect was approximately the same. The little chapel was warm, on the edge of …

Introducing the Newest Anna

June 29, 2014 – 4:39 pm

So I’m not really in a position where I should be creating alts. This, of course, does nothing to deter me from making alts when the inspiration strikes. I’ve been really enjoying my Alliance hunter, and she’s my raiding main …

Deconstruction

November 19, 2013 – 4:46 pm

Bad things are happening in Stormwind – and beyond.

The Hand of Lothar, they call themselves.

Yva Darrows was their first target.

Tirith and Aely were their second and third.

They have since… expanded their reach and escalated their methods …

Patrol

November 13, 2013 – 9:59 am

The cathedral bells stop ringing overnight, except for chiming the hours. Three bell strikes, and Angoleth padded softly around another corner of the Cathedral District, staying carefully in the shadows. Trained ears picked up Mogget’s soft breathing – nearly inaudible …

Riders in Lordaeron – Memory

November 7, 2013 – 1:33 pm

(Written by Jolly, Tarquin, and Annalea)

The highlands of Lordaeron were not for the faint of heart; be it the putrescence of the Scourge’s long-lingering remnant, or the rock-strewn hills and valleys that made farmers out of only the most …

Riders of Lordaeron – Logistics

September 13, 2013 – 7:11 pm

(With Tarquin and Annalea)

Once more, four people made their way through the thickets and hills of Lordaeron, this time in the crisp chill of late morning, seeking after the Rider. Aelflaed had snatched what sleep she could while Chryste …

Riders of Lordaeron – Problematic

September 11, 2013 – 9:47 am

(With Tarquin)

She hadn’t wanted to leave Jolly – not so soon after finding him again – but once away, it took about five minutes for Aely to figure out she had a problem.

That problem had just announced that …

Riders of Lordaeron: Arrangements

September 9, 2013 – 10:05 am

It was an uneasy goodbye for him, but it was agreed by both he and Aely that a stroll back to Hearthglen would not be very easy to explain, nor would the explanation needed for the three Argent soldiers once …

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