Written by | Posted June 3, 2016 – 11:21 am First, Finest, Last (Anryl)

She was barely fifty years old* when she took her first – a contract handed out in Everlook, though how she’d ended up in that godsforsaken ice-sheet she couldn’t be sure. It was a simple thing to kill the woman listed on the paper she had signed. Anryl had no idea what Telwae Lightsorrow had […]

When Apostrophes Go Bad
comment 2 Written by on April 23, 2009 – 2:08 pm

WTT:RP has a great post on Apostrophe Abuse, its causes and diagnosis, and how you can channel your inner Trolls, Dwarves, and Humans of Northern Descent.


Go check it out!  If you don’t, I’ll do a whole post in Aely’s accent…

Angrathar – Part 1
comment 2 Written by on April 23, 2009 – 5:48 am

This is Part 1 of Angrethar, the story, from Aelflaed’s point of view, of the battle for the Wrathgate. 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. As mentioned in the Intro, occasionally we cooperate on stories, and the majority of this first post is thanks to Tarquin (who inadvertently created an AMAZING tie-in with a later happening). 

Saul Innis was tall, and young, and earnest – gristle for the grinder, coke for the forges. He took his duties as a courier very seriously, but with none of Fyodor Galliwick’s straight-backed arrogance, and the obvious fear in his eyes was leavened by dedication. And ay course, likely, by thit wee drink he had wi’ Geny, an’ whate’er it is she wis whisperin’ ta him. Tarquin smirked at the soldier as they strode away from the fire. Innis didn’t notice, of course – he was looking over his shoulder at Genise, who was watching him with eyes dewy with longing and, of course, deadly sharp with mischief.

Some f*ckin’ army.

“Aright, big lad,” he said cheerfully as they cleared the central wing and stepped into the relative calm of the outer camp, nobody even potentially in earshot but Yva Darrows, who was some yards away humming to herself and apparently mending a sock. “Wha’ manner ay business brings yeh here ta the belly ay the beast?”

Innis wiped the daffy grin off his features, all keen young soldier again. “Bad business, sir,” he reported soberly, and took a glance at Yva before continuing in a low voice, apparently satisfied that the shoeless madwoman was too busy risking hypothermia to eavesdrop. “Cultists in the ranks. They struck the medical unit around supper – poisons in the cookpot, and then black spells and knives. Nearly two dozen dead and another ten-odd out of commission. ”

“F*ck me,” hissed the northman, genuinely upset. More than thirty trained healers, on the eve of battle, was a blow to even an army as mighty as Fordragon’s. “Yeh’ve a raw deal, mate, an’ dinna mistake.” He cocked his head. “But Laird Bolvar kin hardly be wantin’ ta spread this word, ‘specially no’ ta the likes ay the Riders. Why’re yeh…” He paused, closed his eyes, and pressed the tips of two fingers to his temple. “Ah shiiite.”

Young Saul kept his voice carefully neutral. It sounded like he was reading from an official order, the ink of which was likely not yet dry. “I’ve been instructed to request, sir, that you send one of your medical personnel to the rear echelon of the main camp. I’m told that either non-combat or combat healers are acceptable.” He licked his lips. “We’re not picky right now, sir.”

Tarquin narrowed in on the admission of weakness.

“Ayeh, no’ picky an’ no’ in much place fir ta be makin’ demands, eh?” he snarled, and drew himself up to his full height, summoning that trained presence that might make the courier forget he had thirty pounds, ten years, and the weight of Alliance high command on this slapdash mercenary captain. “Angrathar leerin’ o’er us like the blackest mornin’ the world’s ta see, an’ yeh propose ta take my people fra’ me?” He stepped forward, the two men separated by the space of a jabbing, accusing finger. “Wir no’ Fordragon’s fodder, my lad. Wir the f*ckin’ Riders.”

Innis stepped back, avoiding Tarquin’s eyes. “I’ve received special instructions in your regard, sir,” he reported hollowly, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere but here. “A message from Commander Fyodor Galliwick.”

The breath literally hissed from Tarquin’s mouth, his teeth a vicious crescent in the grey. “Speak yir piece, then.” But Innis did not speak. Instead, he reached into the easily recognisable courier’s pouch at his hip, and drew forth the contents with fumbling fingers. Expecting a scroll tube or a folded parchment, Tarquin couldn’t identify the object that slipped from the young man’s hands and thumped softly on the snow. He waited until Innis bent down to pick it up, and when he took it in his hand, the rain of cold rage that burst on his mind was seeded with a new respect for their allies.

He let the “message” drop and pitched his voice low and easy, let the words speak for themselves. “Surely, Commander Galliwick widna be makin’ sich threats oan this eve. Surely his boss kens better’n thit. Especially wi’ sich casualties aready stainin’ the lists, he’d no’ be apt t’add anither. A terrible waste.” He glanced at the object on the ground, but his meaning was unmistakeable.

The courier swallowed and looked Tarquin ap Danwyrith full in the face. “I’ve been told, sir, that the night is young and you’re welcome to find out.”

What followed could not properly be called a silence, as it was occupied by the click-clack of Yva Darrows’s needle, the distant laughter and jeers of the Riders’ fire, and the further song and speech about fifty other such camps. But it had a weight nevertheless, and Tarquin waited until he was certain that Saul Innis had contemplated the possible abrupt end of his life before responding. “Yeh’ll have yir healer,” he said shortly. “Within the hour. Now piss off, an’ be sure ta give auld Fyodor my virra best regards.”

Innis nodded and somehow managed a salute. He reached down to pick up the Commander’s message, but Tarquin laid his hand on the soldier’s wrist. Innis jolted as if the older man were venomous. “Leave it, aye?” Improbably, the northman chuckled, and Saul quickstepped back and hastily started for his horse. “Yeh got a set ay balls oan yeh, Innis!” came the half-mocking voice after him. “Yeh live out the day, come an’ see me ’bout a job! Or talk ta Crownsilver!” Tarquin laughed again as the courier faded into the grey, his sardonic chuckle quickly taking on an angrier timbre and then fading altogether. He rubbed his temples with both hands and then turned toward the camp.

Behind him, a length of rope lay in the snow, carefully coiled and tied into a serviceable noose.

Angrathar – Introduction
comment 3 Written by on April 22, 2009 – 9:45 pm

One of the things I like most about the Wildfire Riders is that, at heart, we are as much a writing community as we are a gaming community.

While I’ve gotten to take a peripheral spot in a few stories that have gone on so far, I’m taking up as a full member (so to speak) for the first time with the most recent story.  It has all the potential of being both epic and tragic – for it is centered around one of the more monumental moments yet in World of Warcraft – the Battle for the Wrathgate.  I’ll be posting Aely’s story here in parts, as it goes live on the Riders site (don’t have to worry about spoilers), and while she is somewhat separated from the rest of the Riders and her story stands on its own, keep in mind that what is happening for her is still tied in with what is happening for and with them.

Several of the Riders will show up, notably Tarquin and Jolstraer – so you are warned of accents and apostrophe abuse.

Also, since he comes up at the beginning, Fyodor Gallwick is the commanding officer over recruited companies – and he is NOT happy about the Riders being there, and has threatened both Tarquin and Bricu.  As the Riders have a few questionable members and past events, to Fyodor, they don’t belong on the front (Tarquin isn’t known as “the man they couldn’t hang” for nothing).  However, his own commanding officer (Fordragon) would not let him throw them out, and so there they are, in a camp in the mountains, preparing to support the flanks of the Seventh Legion of the Alliance Army.

The first part of the story will go up soon, and takes place the evening before the battle itself.  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.

An RP Conundrum – Roflstomp?
comment 4 Written by on April 22, 2009 – 10:48 am

Courtesy of Illithias, messed up night elf warrior chick extraordinaire and author of whiteboard strategies, an RP conundrum post.

(Everyone bug Illi until he gets his blog set up. I’m told he has a domain already!  The Riders are fast approaching the “bloggingest guild” status, and we needs MORE!)

You come up with a brilliant idea. It’s emotional, it’s evocative, it suits your character well. It’s brilliant. You want to write it – it’ll be fun to write. However, there’s a slight catch. It, by necessity, requires the involvement and assistance of another PC. And they’re merely there to facilititate a story in which goes really bad for them. What is the etiquette surrounding God-Modding in mature, involved RP social groups?

In other words, how can you approach someone with “Hi, I had an awesome idea for a story, but it kinda involves my character totally WTFPWNing your character in some way, method, or fashion – you cool with this? Wanna help?”

Eeegh.  Nobody ever asks easy questions!

Anyway – this is something that has to be handled very delicately, obviously, since you don’t want to end up making any enemies out of your friends. It’s also something you’ll want to deal with largely OOC for awhile, and get the actual scenario set up.

However, I don’t think it’s in any way impossible to pull off.

Before you involve another PC, you probably want to make sure that it’s absolutely necessary for that particular person to be the target of the WTFPWN. It can sometimes be better to create another PC specifically for abusing them, even if that particular PC is played entirely by someone else. That way you don’t screw with the current group interactions in-character, but your own character still gets to have her moment of epic win.

Second thing you want to do is consider how to broach this with the other person in question.  Obviously, it should be out of character, and with a dose of humility that says you realize that you’re asking to let your character be big amazing and awesome, at the expense of another character.  You might be surprised that they’re willing to work with you on something, simply because getting roflstomped can be a good method of character development, if you do it right.

They also may have ideas about how to come to a similar moment of catharsis for your character, without necessarily involving as much WTFPWN as originally invisioned.  One of the amazing things about group RP is that you have other people to bounce ideas off of (more than once, another person’s input has bailed me out of a sticky writing situation). Having two characters in a relatively close-knit group go after each other, either physically or verbally, can create a lot of conflict, so again, tread carefully, and make sure everyone is on the same page! You’ve all heard me harp about communication before, so this shouldn’t be too surprising.

Anyway – once you get the actual scenario set up, I’d recommend you have an active OOC conversation going as well as what’s happening IC, or if you’re going to run the scene through writing, that you run posts past each other before you actually do them.  No surprises! And don’t be surprised if other people get involved.  In fact, be prepared for it, and possibly have people warned in advance (OOC) that something is going to go down. Otherwise you could end up with three very burly paladins in between you and your target, and have to awkwardly try to get around the situation!

And finally, no matter what happens or how you end up approaching it, if the other character says no – the answer is no.  “Stealing” a character to use as a passerby in your RP is usually OK within a close knit group, but anything major and you want the OK from the player behind the character.

This is a sticky situation, but one that can provide a lot of development for multiple characters (or just a chance to go on an Epic Tirade). Ideally, at the end, you find a way for everyone to meet their goals without anyone feeling tramped upon.

PS: As a side note from this particular question, Illi is offering his character up as a scapegoat in similar RP situations, as a way to keep her in check (as she’s something of a slightly demented, rage-suffering, bezerker most of the time).  I’ll try to post an update once a little more of that particular experiment goes through, or maybe I’ll even get a guest post out of it!


First, Finest, Last (Anryl)

June 3, 2016 – 11:21 am

She was barely fifty years old* when she took her first – a contract handed out in Everlook, though how she’d ended up in that godsforsaken ice-sheet she couldn’t be sure. It was a simple thing to kill the woman …

Descent and Ascent

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It didn’t take long to get from Thunder Bluff to the Echo Isles – Ankona took advantage of a wyvern so she could think and plan before getting to her destination. She had information to confirm with the spirits – …

The Stink Eye, Part II: You remind me of the babe

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An old story, reposted here as I’m shaking the mothballs off Ankona and needed an easy way to show people a little bit about the (batshit) things she gets up to. Enjoy, and don’t be too creeped out!

It really …

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A Girl and her Dog

November 13, 2014 – 12:30 pm

The morning of the all hands summon to the Blasted Lands, Aely went for a walk. The late fall air was clear and cool, and leaves crunched under their feet in the less-traveled parts of the streets. She and Roger …

Counting down to Warlords

November 11, 2014 – 3:09 pm

What a long strange trip it’s been. I’ll be the first to admit that, at the beginning, I wasn’t sure Pandaria was going to be for me. I’ve made clear my dislike of daily quests, and that seemed to be …


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 …

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