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**A note on dates. Dates are pretty important, but we have no idea how Silvermoon reckons time, so I’ve used the WoWWiki Unofficial Timeline dates for most of it. As such, all years are measured with the beginning of the First War as “Year 0” even though that makes fuckall sense for Blood Elves. You […]

A little kindness can go a long way
comment 1 Written by on October 16, 2012 – 9:51 am

Just a quick reminder, as you go forth and conquer all the new content and find new avenues for RP:

Be kind to the people you’re playing with, even if the RP is not to your liking.

New expansions always bring out new players and bring back old players looking to try new things. When you start delving into RP, you never know when you’re going to find a really young player, or a new player, or someone who is taking their first tentative foray into storytelling. Nobody starts out good at this; I know I certainly didn’t. Thanks to kind players who guided my miserable, lore-bending attempts at character creation, I stuck with it.

Of course, you don’t have to stick around and participate all evening in RP that makes you crazy. You can excuse yourself while being kind about leaving, offering advice (if asked) and directing people to public RP events and forum information.

Building the type of community that welcomes new RP is a big deal, and something I think is particularly important. RP can be hard to find; it’s not dead, but it’s certainly underground in a lot of places. The only way to keep those communities vibrant is to keep them growing, and that takes a certain amount of patience as you work with new players to see who’s going to fit (and who would be a better fit elsewhere). Unkind words or a reputation for being rude to people who aren’t fitting in is a really fast way to stagnate a community.

So be kind. Stay true to your character, but use OOC conversation if your character has a tendency toward abruptness or rudeness.

Build community.

Merrily we ROLL along
comment 1 Written by on October 9, 2012 – 8:09 am

A few notes on how things are going in Pandaland…

  • An Xei is level 16, and finally has her heirlooms. I’ll eventually be healing with her, but since I don’t plan on leveling through LFD, I figured a DPS spec would be faster and easier. I still want to get her in for RP, but that may just be a matter of time, since I’m not willing to miss out on stuff with Aely! Favorite thing about monks? ROLLING.
  • Aely is about halfway through 88 and about halfway through Krasarang, which is also just not thrilling me as a zone. I keep hearing about all the cool stuff later on, so I’m anxious to see all of that. The Riders and Associates are fielding a lot of 90’s, so I don’t want to dally too long, even if I’m not planning to raid.
  • Angoleth will likely be the next character through Pandaria, with the intent of gearing her as a possible raid sub. We have too many paladins as it is!
  • Anaxandra has her full kit of heirlooms too, and will be doing more dungeons when I can fit them in. My goal is to actually max a Horde character this expansion, and I’m having fun being a frost mage. Hopefully some RP there as well, though admittedly a Goblin is a little outside my usual RP skill set!
  • I need to try this pet battle thing. It looks like stupid amounts of fun. I’m not even sure why I haven’t tried yet! I know there’s got to be a strategy, but hopefully I can level up several of my favorite pets and just be silly with it. And capture an adorable raccoon from Pandaria…

That’s most of what I’ve been up to. I’m always amazed at how fast people chew through new content with a new expansion. I’m always slow the first time through, and doubly so this time it seems!

Friday 500 – Catchphrases and Mannerisms
comment Comments Off on Friday 500 – Catchphrases and Mannerisms Written by on October 5, 2012 – 11:07 am

This week, instead of a list of questions for the Friday Five, we’re going to look at a ficlet prompt. The rules for ficlets are pretty straightforward – this is flash fiction that turns out less than 500 words. Like a story appetizer or little afternoon snack. Write up a response and post it to your blog or forums, and leave me a comment so I know where to go look!

Does your character have a signature phrase, one-liner, idiom, or particular turn of speech that is identifying or makes up part of who they are? Do they have an unusual and identifying mannerism or an attachment to a particular item of clothing, armor, or weaponry? It doesn’t have to be obsessive or even quirky, just one little identifying trait that makes up part of your character.

For example, Aely’s use of “Dinna fash!” is a sort of identifying phrase for her, Annie Mae always has a flower in her hat, and one of the characters in my D&D group is known for wiggling his fingers and saying “Magic, m–f–ers!”

Now, take that little idiom, mannerism or catchphrase and use it in a really quick ficlet – less than 500 words. The goal is to flex your writing muscles around a part of your character you already are familiar with, to help cement them in your head.

Links in comments please!

Cravings – Part 3
comment Comments Off on Cravings – Part 3 Written by on October 5, 2012 – 10:48 am

Part 3 of an ongoing story. You can read part 1 and part 2 at the links.

Duugvilder found the innkeeper at the front desk. “Thank you for taking care of her over these last few days. Obviously, you will be reimbursed for your time and lodging for as long as she and I stay here, plus extra to show my gratitude.”

The Night Elf nodded. “That is very kind, master Duugvilder. Still, there is the matter of…” He nodded in the general direction of the supplies that Duugvilder had brought with him. “I’m sure you can understand…”

“Of course. As I will be using your kitchen to cook for Annie Mae, you will be paid for my…intrusion.”

“That is…not what I mean. You brought bear meat. As I explained to your…friend…that is a bit of a taboo in these lands.”

“Understood. But she requires it to bring her to full health. If you would direct me to whichever Druid I need to speak with to settle this unpleasantness…”

The Night Elf shook his head, and Duugvilder knew that this conversation was about to take an unpleasant turn. And, while he hoped certain skills that were learned while working with the Wildfire Riders would settle this, he had the sinking feeling that neither scrolls nor the art of negotiation would suffice.

“Master Duugvilder, it is not a matter of greasing the correct palm…”

“I do not assume that bribes will settle this. But she needs to eat. She wants to eat bear meat. So if an offering or a prayer of thanks and forgiveness must be made, then I am willing to do so.”

“That is simply impossible, Master Duugvilder. You are a Gnome, and clearly not a follower of our ways.”

Duugvilder’s eyes narrowed at the thinly veiled slight. He pulled out the scroll from a satchel and unfurled it. “As you can see, I am not JUST a Gnome, sir. This officially recognizes me as an Ambassador for Gnomeregan, and hero of Gnomeregan’s liberation, signed and stamped by the High Tinker Mekkatorque, himself. I am subject to all rights and privileges due the position. And while I am still willing to discuss this further with the appropriate Druid or recognized official, I am sure you understand that it is no longer a requirement.” He tilted his head, as if to challenge the Night Elf to refuse again, but Duugvilder prayed that the scroll – and he hated himself for using it in this way – would be enough to change the Innkeeper’s mind.

“Master Duugvilder, obviously we respect your position and the powers associated. However, you must understand…”

Duugvilder cut him off. “This conversation is becoming an embarrassment to the both of us, sir. perhaps we can retire to an office or more private quarters. There is no need for others to hear the remainder of what is becoming a tedious negotiation. Please lead the way.”

The office was hardly large, but it was big enough to suit Duugvilder’s needs. The Night Elf led him in and sat behind an ornate desk. He opened his mouth to continue the discussion, but snapped it closed as Duugvilder started to change.

Duugvilder, at roughly three feet tall, should only have been about a head taller than the desk, but he was leaning forward over it with his feet firmly planted on the floor. He loomed over the Night Elf, with his arms planted on the desk. The Innkeeper could see beige scales rising from Duugvilder’s forearms and neck. “What magic…” was all he could manage as Duugvilder seemed to fill the office. His blue eyes had widened, but had taken on a golden tint, and his pupils were black slits.

“No magic, Innkeeper,” Duugvilder growled, his breath coming in hot bursts. “The end of negotiations. The Gnome you house is the only being in creation that I care for, and not you nor your Druids nor any spirits will deprive her of what she needs to regain health. As I am a just being, you will still be reimbursed for the privilege of her care and keeping, but do not test my patience further!”

The Innkeeper’s mouth opened and closed, but no sounds came.

“You will provide me access to your kitchens, and you will stay out of my way. If you deem it necessary, you will set up a meeting for myself and the Druid. You will stay out of my way for the duration of my stay. Do you agree to my terms, Night Elf??? SPEAK!!!”

Duugvilder knew he had pushed things more than far enough, and was relieved when the Innkeeper gasped, “Yes, sir! Of course, Master Duugvilder! Please accept my most sincere apologies for such confusion…”

Duugvilder allowed himself to revert back to proper form. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate your understanding. I will go start cooking the Lady’s meal. If you could be so kind as to point me in the direction of your kitchen…” Duugvilder paused. “And there is one more thing I will ask from you.”

“Name it, Master Duugvilder.”

“Your discretion. I will have it. No one needs to know what transpired here.”

“O-of course…”

The Innkeeper led Duugvilder away from the office. As he followed behind the clearly terrified Night Elf, Duugvilder glanced up towards the room where Annie Mae was staying. You will laugh when I tell you this story, he thought. When I tell you how I was able to provide you with bear burgers, you will laugh in disbelief and demand that I show you how I can change. Then you will hop on my back and I will fly you to Feralas and Nagrand and everywhere else you wish to see. We will travel to Uldum so you can see the lands where this…change occurred. Then I will take you back to Redridge and I will care for you and love you, if you will let me. But first, you must see all this and laugh…

Security Clearance

December 13, 2016 – 5:45 pm

**A note on dates. Dates are pretty important, but we have no idea how Silvermoon reckons time, so I’ve used the WoWWiki Unofficial Timeline dates for most of it. As such, all years are measured with the beginning of the

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