- Aforementioned winged, biting insects. I hate them. With much fiery passion and bug spray. The ones inhabiting my back yard point and laugh at the can of OFFDeepwoods. I’m currently sporting somewhere between 15 and 20 bites. /scratchscratch
- TRI took out Freya and Hodir this week, putting us at 9/14 Ulduar, and tying us for 5/6/7th place on our server in terms of progression.
- Our 10 man is sitting one boss behind, having spent a good bit of time working on Hodir. We came to the decision that Hodir with no frost resistance on our tank is… kinda painful. Next week he should go down no problem.
- I’m still half-heartedly looking for a 25 man Naxx run, since I really do actually need to get a Voice of Reason and a Signet of Manifested Pain, as well as the Bands of Mutual Respect from Razuvius. Particularly the Voice of Reason – as it is slightly rediculous that a paladin pushing tier 8 is still wearing a badly itemized Badge of Heroism reward shield. I realize that I can not control the RNG, but I can’t control it on no fewer than five items from Naxx/Sarth – two of which are weapon and shield – meaning I’m pretty far behind the gear curve, and it’s annoying.
- RP this weekend was fantastic. <3!
- I have family in town again this week, so posting may be a little sparse – if you have guest posts or want me to feature something you’ve written, email me! (toomanyannas at gmail)
Every Friday here at Too Many Annas, you’ll find a little RP prompting – either in the form of 5 questions to answer about your character or in the form of a ficlet prompt (500 words) to write about them. These aren’t meant to be hard, just things to think about for your character – you can answer in a comment or use them as a blog post of your own!
This week, since I’m working through some of the gorier parts of Angrathar, a ficlet challenge!
In 500 words, write up a battle between your character and a bad guy. This can be a monster, a player, an enemy, an instance boss – anything goes, so long as you’re writing an actual fight scene, and not a “mental” scene. If your character is totally against all fighting, today’s the day to pick a more aggressive alt to write about. Whether your character wins or loses is up to you.
Obviously this doesn’t have to be gratuitous violence – unless you want it to be!
A’righ. ‘m fecking sorry, bu’ ye’ve gotta be kiddin’ me. I mean realleh? I’m nae y’r feckin’ bunneh. I dinnae wan’ y’r damn ears.
I’m nae gonna follow after ye, I ain’ y’r pet, an’ I sure’s hell ain’ gonna dance f’r ye. So dinnae totter ‘long aft’r me, waitin’ f’r y’r damn ears t’ cooldown so ye can throw ’em at me. ‘Skeevy as hell. Laigh’ – y’ever had sommat follow ye ’round tryin’ t’ take advantage of ye? Trus’ me – ‘s nae a nice feelin’. I dinnae follow ye ’round makin’ skeevy comments ’bout th’ size’ ay y’r nuts, ayeh?
Lemme ge’ this to ye straigh’. I’m a bloody Paladin. Laigh’ worshippin, woman ay some virtue. I ain’ nobody’s floozy – an’ I sure’s hell ain’ y’rs.
S’ dinnae chase me down, askin’ me t’ dance an’ allat nonsense wi’ th’ ears, air y’r fair gettin’ wha’ ye’ve go’ comin’. I’ll show m’ womanness when an’ with somman I choose, an’ ye’ve go’ nowt t’ do wi’ it.
I’m nae y’r feckin’ bunneh.
S’ piss off, ayeh?
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.
Late evening before the main push, the air in the forward camps was thick with fog, fear, and the muffled sounds of make-ready. Half-frozen snowflakes flitted out of the dusky whiteness and sizzled on firewood, turning the tops of the tents to soggy slush, freezing and settling on her hair, setting off the copper waves with ethereal white flecks.
Aely sat outside one of the hospital tents, wrapped in a thick, oiled fur cloak, her hands deftly tearing strips of linen into bandages and rolling them – some thicker, some thinner, each set with as much Light as she could find in herself to give. Her mind wandered to the Riders camp, somewhere up in the mountains, and the hours ticked by. Men walked past, and horses – and somewhere a forge was running, late into the night.
She rolled the last of the bandages, stacking it neatly with the others, and stretched her legs out towards the struggling fire.
“Excuse me, miss, have you se…”
The voice trailed off, and she turned, looking up to meet the gaunt, deep set eyes of an Ebon Knight.
“Hae I seen which, nae? This’s Alliance groun’s mos’ly, if y’r lookin’ f’r Ebons, I cannae say rightly where t’ be lookin’.” She peered at him curiously, edges of memory flickering with some fragment of recognition.
He ran one hand across his eyes, face hollow and pained. “No I’m… I used to… Aely?”
One eyebrow arched up. “Ayeh, tha’s me. Sommat I can do f’r ye?”
His eyes settled on the fire next to her, obviously uncomfortable.
“I’d… I’d hoped you’d remember me, for who I was. Or that I was better at climbing trees than you. Bertrand Johansson, at least, I used to be. “
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