Written by | Posted November 19, 2013 – 4:46 pm Deconstruction

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 …

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.)

comment Comments Off Written by on May 23, 2009 – 10:02 am

I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with my hunter sometimes.

I love to RP with her, and I hope to have more writing about her up soon (once I finish these two Aely stories) – but at the same time, playing her reminds me of all of the things that I’ve done in game.  The days where training at level 40 meant a mount OR mail armor, but not both (after which I had to /ride/ that mount to Stranglethorn because I couldn’t afford the flight fee).  Of learning how to raid, and picking up new pets, and learning to PVP.

And, oddly enough, though I have trouble with leveling because I don’t like Northrend – I find myself playing her quite a bit more lately, even than Annorah (though she does still see a bit of raiding) and wishing I had her at 80 so that I could take part in playing with friends.

But on the other hand – there’s an element of epic that I just haven’t found since Burning Crusade.  Maybe I’ve just “grown out of” that sense of awe that I had, fighting these “big bads” like Archimonde and Nefarian (whom I saw killed once as a sub raider, but never got to with my own raid).  Even the “little bads” (if you can call Lady Vashj and Kael’Thas “little”) in BC had a sense of history and awe to go along with the wiping. Maybe it’s the same disconnect that I’m feeling with Northrend in general, and Ulduar in particular.  Ulduar is pretty cool – but it doesn’t have the same sense of “holy sh*t we’re doing this” that previous raids have had for me.

Yakra, over at Mirror Shield, had an interesting take on the varying differences between the three “end games” so far experienced.  And I think he’s right about a lot of it.  The leveling changes, the change from 40 to 25, the addition of badges and “armor tokens” for more than one class – all things that made raiding much more accessible.

And most of those changes are /great/ – don’t get me wrong.  They allow a lot more people to see the content that the WoW development team is creating, and they help eliminate some of the stagnation that happened at level 60 (at least before Zul’Gurub and AQ20 were released).

But one of the sacrifices made in the name of accessible content is the loss of that feeling of “epic”.  Raiding – especially Naxxramas – is MUCH more accessible now.  The one time I set my little hunter feet in Naxxramas-40 at level 60?  I was scared out of my shoes.  Naxx was HARD.  Naxx was a guildbreaker, and C’thun wasn’t exactly chocolate cake with sprinkles either.

And maybe that’s a sign that I suck less as a raider, that I have a stronger raid group.  That I’m a better paladin or shaman than I ever have been hunter (which I’ll accept – healing is what I’m best at, by far).  Maybe it’s a tribute to the overabundance of great information at places like EJ and PlusHeal and Tankspot Videos and Bosskillers and StratFU and all the other incredible blogs and websites dedicated to helping out the raiding progression.  While there’s always been a “well, this is the basic idea, let’s go wipe a few times and figure it out” trend – especially among the people I raid with, which I love because it makes us think as a team – by and large if you want to experience the unknown edge of content, you do that on the PTR, or if you’re lucky in the first two weeks of raiding before the nerfs roll in.

One of the reasons I’ve been playing my hunter again is that we’ve been taking weekly trips into Blackwing Lair.  BWL.  The instance where I first learned what it meant to really wipe on something for weeks and then get it down (Vaelestrasz).  And when I walk in there with our little 10-15 man group, it’s different.  It’s not 40 people, it’s not an epic feat of coordination in relatively poor gear with often poorly itemized upgrades.

But it’s still Blackwing Lair – creepy, eerie, dangerous. Get the hell out of here before you end up dragon-snacks.

Naxx got that right too.  Standing around in the wings of Naxxramas or BWL, you realize that this place is just messed-up creepy (Thaddius’ yelling doesn’t hurt).  The centerfuges of dragon’s blood, the reminders that this place exists as Nefarian’s personal lair to take over Azeroth.  The dessicated dragons hanging from the ceiling.  The bones everywhere.  The epic architecture (ok, Ulduar’s got that going for it as well.  Check out the ceiling sometime!).

But raiding these days doesn’t feel the same as it did, doesn’t hold my attention or get me excited like it did. I guess I have to hold out for Icecrown. Call it Nostalgia, I guess.

Flashbacks to Childhood – Part 3
comment Comments Off Written by on May 23, 2009 – 1:17 am

This is part 3 of an ongoing series, started by a guildmate’s challenge to write a ficlet about your character as a child.  It’s turned into the story of Aelflaed becoming a Paladin. You can see an index of entries on the Story Archives page, or just read Part1 and Part2.


The afternoon light streamed through stained glass windows, illuminating the floor and congregants in the Alonsus Chapel with bright flecks. Incense hung thick in the air, and even from the corner in the back where she and Brother Olfric had squeezed into a pew, she could see the Clerics of Northshire on the left of the center aisle and the Knights of the Silver Hand on the right.  Someone was leading a choir in a soft chant, and the entire building fairly glowed with the occasion.

For only having heard tale of him, Uther Lightbringer was easy to spot among the Order.  He was not the tallest, nor the broadest of the Knights, but his presence was unmistakable. His dark hair was greying at the temples, and there were streaks in his beard, but his eyes were warm, deep with thought and prayer.  Aely gawked, openly.

When the singing stopped, a young man walked in through the doors of the chapel, standing with what could only be his family on either side. He was dressed simply – white linen pants and a tunic – his blonde hair combed back away from his face, and nervousness crinkling his brow.  She watched as he walked up to the altar and knelt, and the Archbishop spoke words of blessing to him and to all who had gathered.  As he began his vows, the young woman’s mind wandered slightly, wondering about the man who was joining the order that day as a Knight; where was he from, and how had he known that that was to be his path?  She tried to catch a glimpse of his family to see if she recognized them, to no avail.

Brother Olfric elbowed her in the ribs and whispered fiercely in her ear, “Lass, pay attention now – this’s th’ part wha’ makes th’ whole bit worth it.  Watch.”

As Aely peered, straining her eyes to take in as much of the ceremony as was left, the Archbishop looked down at the young man, kneeling before him, now wearing a blue stole and elaborate armor, with a Paladin’s hammer in his grip.  “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?”

His voice cracked. “By my blood and honor, I do.”

And then, almost imperceptibly, the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Clerics of Northshire raised each of their right hands in unison, many closing their eyes – and to her utter astonishment, their hands began to glow.  Softly at first – and then the light streaming from their hands and down from the rose window behind the altar began to grow stronger, and the young man’s kneeling form was blurred by the beams of intensifying Light.

Aely blinked, trying to shield her eyes from the blinding glow. Next to her, Brother Olfric inhaled sharply, and she turned to him. “Ye a’righ’, brother? Do ye need air?”

He shook his head, a look of awe on his face that surprised her, given that she was sure he’d seen Paladins join the order before. “Nothing’s wrong, Lass.  Look.” and he pointed at her hands.  She held them up before her, wondering at the golden glow clinging to her own fingers.

After a few moments, the Light in the room dissipated, and the young man stood amid shouts of congratulations.  Aelflaed sat dumbfounded, blinking at her hands.  Brother Olfric, on the other hand, grinned like a schoolboy. “Come, Lass. I think ye may have found your future. Got folks ye need to talk at.”


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 …

Riders of Lordaeron

September 7, 2013 – 9:02 am

“Light sent me ye when I needed ye afore – an’ now again when I need ye. I canna ask fir more than tha’.” She sighed and slung the shield back across her shoulders. “It’s… Light. Been awhile hasna it? …

Dark Rider of Lordaeron (Part 4)

September 6, 2013 – 2:02 pm

She blinked, but did not drop either of her shields. “Aye, though I’ve been Caltrains fir th’ last near three years. Canna say I’ve any memory ay ye.”

“Yeh’ve far moar’n yeh realize,” he replied evenly, his grip tightening on …

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