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 …

Quick Naming Question
comment Comments Off Written by on May 27, 2009 – 7:33 am

I’ve got an itch for a new character.  This one will be Horde.  I’m pondering a Tauren Hunter (or possibly a Forsaken Warrior).  But I need a name or names and I’m asking for your help!  You guys did so amazing helping me with Annie Mae’s character concept that I’m looking forward to seeing what creative things you come up with for this one.


  1. Nothing with “moo”, “cow”, or “milk” in it (or “dead”, “rot” etc).  This is to be an RP character.
  2. Must start with An- or Ann-

Leave a comment with suggestions for either one!

Angrathar – Part 6
comment Comments Off Written by on May 27, 2009 – 7:17 am

This is Part of Angrethar, the story of The Battle for the Wrathgate from Aelflaed’s point of view. You can see all of the posts in this story on the Story Archives page, by searching for the Wrathgate category, or through this link.

Aely lost track of time – between fighting off the stragglers that made it over to Fordragon’s flanks, rushing water and bandages to those on the field, and keeping her own feet in the din, she didn’t know if it had been moments or hours or days.

A pair of ghouls broke through the line to her right, yelling gibberish and flailing towards the makeshift area that the better equipped healers were using.  “OI! FECKIN’ TOSSERS!” She screamed, slamming one of them in the face with a shock of Holy Energy, and crashing full force into the second. A whirling mass of greatsword, holy light, and angry, red-headed vengeance completed the job, leaving two sets of shredded body parts back underfoot. She went to get an elven archer back on his feet, catching her breath.

The snow fell thick over the battlefield, the newly dead falling alongside the reanimated, but still they pressed forward.  She flung Holy Light at everything she could reach, friend and foe, knowing it would warm and heal the men but burn and kill the undead. Her voice was harsh, raw with yelling and ragged breath. Her arms ached from supporting the wounded off the fields only to turn and have to fight her way back.  Still, she went on, slashing her way through the straggling ghouls and skeletons to find another wounded soldier.  A drop of water against the tide.

“Death Knights – hold your ground!”

A coarse shout rang out from an Alliance commander – and a resounding yell surged from the soldiers on that flank.  Aely paused, waiting to hear the expected horror usually wrought by Arthas’ chosen, only to have shouts of surprise instead.

“The Ebon Blade – Give room!” “Give room, and assist!” “Fall in behind and keep moving!”

She whispered a prayer, knowing that Bertrand was likely among them – fearing for the hollow look in his face.  But his fate was his own, between him and whatever afterlife awaited those who were neither living nor dead.  She didn’t have time for more than a passing hope as she knelt to close the eyes of a young woman, grimacing at the head wound that had taken her life.

Without warning, pain seared through her consciousness.

She fell.

Bandages, greatsword, and concentration toppled with her as she sprawled forward into the snow, blood rushing in her ears.  She rolled, praying it was away from the attacker and watching as the axe sunk into the ground beside her head.  A gruff yell, and the skeleton’s chest cavity crumpled from behind, followed quickly by a sickening crunch as its arm was wrenched out of socket, useless.

A scruffy, russet beard, followed quickly by a grinning Dwarven face came into view. “Watch nae, lass, or ye’ll be joinin’ em – cannae focus on healin’ an’ lose sight th’ battle!”

She sat up. Blood welled up from the soft space between her gorget and shoulder armor, warm against her skin. She pulled off the armor, binding her shoulder with bandages and a prayer, her left arm tingling as she closed the wound and flexed her fingers.

“Yeh’ll be alright?” The Dwarf offered her a hand.

“Ayeh, jus’ need a moment.”  She strapped the damaged spaulders back on, and then took his hand and leveraged herself back to standing.

Wrapping her fingers around her necklace, she closed her eyes – By the Grace of the Light, may your brethren be healed; By the Strength of the Light, may your enemies be undone. And may the Light bring you Peace. – took a deep breath and opened them again, heard the cries of someone wounded, and went back out onto the field, cradling her arm.

So the battle raged up to the doors of Angrathar, and the undead were pushed back. Even the great legions of Ymirjar warriors fell before the onslaught of Alliance and Horde.

And then there was silence again.  Somewhere a man was shouting, and Aely recognized Highlord Fordragon.  She was far to one side, and his words were indistinct, but the challenge in his voice rang clear.  She stood on a broken wagon to get a better look. Someone called for a medic, but her eye caught another red and white baldric heading that way.  Then nearer…


Another Tuesday
comment Comments Off Written by on May 26, 2009 – 10:10 am

The usual Monday mutterings got pushed back again this week, thanks to Memorial day!  Having a “day off” was quite nice, even if it did mean that the instance servers were full all day.

  • Wrathgate posts will be more frequent, hopefully, as the guild side of this endeavor is pushing forward quite rapidly.  More writing in the future!  I’m also hoping to tie in the Flashbacks to Childhood story to this somehow.  We’ll see if it works.
  • In the vein of RP – Bricu’s “Friday” Ficlet this week was about the remnants of Lordaeron, the Argent Tourney, and how there is no Lordaeron tabard or contingency there.  You can read it here.  It’s quite good, and brings up a lot of the struggles that the human population from Lordaeron would face in trying to remember their homeland (most are not going to try to get it back, as it is plaguelands now, but they’re a bit like war refugees.  Actually, quite a lot like war refugees).
  • Aely will get her “Crusader” title today – just in time to contemplate whether she – like Jolly – will be withdrawing from the Tourney after what happened with Bricu (and then Jolly’s own confrontation).
  • Also – Aely sends her congratulations to Threnn and Bricu on the arrival of Naiara Bittertongue!  Wooo!
  • Annie Mae is 43 now, specced protection, and having a blast.  Woo!  It’s fun to play and RP with her, as she’s something completely different – plus a cowgirl gnome is just hilarious.  She makes friends very easily – probably the most easily of all my characters – and as such it’s been really fun to work on her.  A nice break from endgame, where I’m feeling more than a little disgruntled with various things.

I’m struggling with the mental balance between the game and real life right now – things have been super stressful, I’m hoping to get a second writing contract, and I’m still trying to figure out the stupid plumbing thing.  Sadly, that’s been bleeding over into in game stuff, and I’ve been irritable and not really all that enthused about raiding.  RP has become something of my “haven” in game, as it lets me flex the creative muscles and is a great diversion from all the other junk in a way that raiding has never been.

Hopefully I can find what makes all that fun again, so bear with me while I try :)

Memorial Day
comment Comments Off Written by on May 25, 2009 – 3:27 pm

There isn’t an in-game holiday for Memorial Day.

I find that somewhat sad, really, considering all of the other western holidays in WoW – but I suppose we remember them near Veteran’s Day for the Ancestor Festival.  Either way though, this post is here to remind you that even without an in-game holiday, there’s an out of game event that’s worth mentioning.

And among the things worth mentioning are all the folks in the armed forces that play WoW – either while they’re home on leave, or at odd hours when they can squeeze in a bit of time with ping of less than 4K to do a daily or two.  These are the paladin in your PuG, the rogue in the EotS game, the priest that’s a sub for your raid, the death knight that’s fishing next to you in wintergrasp – folks that put their lives on the line for the country they serve (and not all of them are from the US).

Today is about honoring those who have given their lives in the service of others.  For the Uther Lightbringers and Orgrim Doomhammers as well as the Dwarven Mortar teams and the Goblin Zeppelin Pilots of the real world – all the way down to the rank and file Footmen and Grunts who do the day-in day-out work to keep us all living the lives that we choose to live.

But, at least for me, it’s also about the Big Bear Butts, the Aridins, the Jackpots, the Zeligs (Hi Zelig!), the Conneurs,  the Airman Howells, the Kestrels, the Dechions, and the Buttons of the world – those men and women who either have served or are serving in the armed forces today.

So here’s to all of you.  You have my utmost respect and my thanks.

(And any of you reading who fit in that category, consider this directed at you too, even if I don’t know or didn’t remember your name.)


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 …


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 …


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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