Written by | Posted December 13, 2016 – 5:45 pm Security Clearance

**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 […]

Sunday Screenshot: Dire Maul
comment Comments Off on Sunday Screenshot: Dire Maul Written by on November 2, 2008 – 11:28 am

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Why it’s good to have a Prot Paladin friend husband.

(Taken as we picked up Ogre Warbeads for the Dungeon 2 Armor Questline.
By myself I was lucky to kill 2 at a time.  With Daug, we took on 10-15.)

The Longest Night: Excerpt
comment 1 Written by on November 1, 2008 – 10:40 pm

Written by the lovely Ceil, an excerpt from the (still in progress) Riders writing project of the last night of the Zombiepocalypse – and (I promise) the last zombie stuff you’ll see around here.  This was before Aely and Phileas had actually joined with the Riders, but both spent most of the night keeping the Pig and Whistle from being overrun. I’ll try to post a link to the whole thing once everyone finishes adding to it!

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Her foot was throbbing, but Aelflaed couldn’t spare a moment to worry over it, the undead were pressing too hard. She’d lost sight of any of the other defenders at the door. From her vantage point at the top of the stairs she could see the tide of the Scourge boiling up the lane, some from the Trade District, others out of Cutthroat Alley. Booming in a steady rhythm was the sound of rifles, echoed by the battle-cries and cursing of many of the Wildfire Riders.

She leaned back against the rough plaster and wood wall, letting the pub help support her body, taking the pressure from her foot. There was a circle of fallen bodies around her, all lying still and most without a single mark, though any one with the sense to know could easily tell they’d been felled by holy magic, strong and pure.

To her left, a zombie came lunging over the small barricade of the dead. Her shield was heavy, but she lifted it anyway, slamming the ghoul back. It stumbled and Aelflaed raised her hammer. Instead of letting it fall, she pointed it at the zombie and a blinding flash of golden light exploded from her palm and raced along the haft, then head, of the weapon. It burst upon the ghoul and set it screaming loud enough to hurt her ears. Without moving, the paladin shook her head and murmured a prayer. The screaming stopped and the ghoul toppled atop the others.

However, in the silence left behind, a new scream erupted, a human scream, from inside the pub. Aelflaed recognized a woman’s voice and without thinking of the pain throbbing through her left foot, she lurched through the doorway, left momentarily open as a surge of the dead had swept the other defenders into the street.

The first thing to greet Aelflaed inside the Pig was another scream and the sight of a skeleton over six feet tall bearing down on Elly Langston while her father and brother rushed from the bar with old swords in their hands. The skeleton gave off a noticeable wave of heat, fierce and bringing with it the scent of burning corpses. When Reese and David Langston got close, they fell back a step in surprise at the heat. Aelflaed reacted far more quickly, half running and half stumbling around the corner and past the railing, shouting the first thing to come to her head.

“Hey! Hey, y’ wanker!” She hollered, throwing a hand towards the skeleton. Her words weren’t nearly as effective as the flash of holy light that hit the skeleton and caused it to turn towards the paladin. The flameshocker’s empty eye sockets stared at the paladin, cinders burning in the depths of it’s skull. Aelflaed gripped her hammer and shield in readiness.

Behind the skeleton, Elly Langston cowered and shuddered against the staircase, her green skirt torn and her face filled with fear. She moaned wordlessly with terror, until a surprisingly gentle hand gripped her arm firmly and pulled her to her feet. Neither Elly, Reese, David nor Aelflaed had seen Phileas enter the room, but there he was, a dagger on each hip and his hood thrown back to offer Elly a smile. The girl was too scared to do anything but rise with him.

“Dinna worry now, lass, I go’ yeh,” he said, stepping between Elly and the flameshocker’s back. His hands went to his daggers and his eyes went to Aelflaed. She was already grinning at him.

That was the last time the Langstons saw any Scourge inside the Pig n’ Whistle.

Something Really Special
comment 4 Written by on October 31, 2008 – 1:41 pm

One of the things about being avidly into the character and storyline of my Warcraft characters is that I get rather attached to them.  They get fleshed out, and they get descriptions and histories that make them more than just the pixels on the screen (in a way).  One of the ways that they become unique is through actual physical descriptions – which has always been something that I and other people that interact with me have had to use our imaginations for (since all of the Warcraft models for Female Human are exactly the same).

That is, until today.

You see… one of my new guild mates happens to also be a fantastic artist. And he’s offered his artistic talents to the guild in the form of black and white character portraits in exchange for in-game gold (something most people would have to pay real life dollars for).

I got to look at some of his earlier work, and was totally blown away – so I sent him my gold and a character description for Aelflaed. What I got back was way beyond anything I could’ve expected, especially for someone that I’ve only just met, and who (to my knowledge) doesn’t read this blog.

Meet Aelflaed:

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I could easily go on and on for paragraphs about how well this captures the character I’ve created, and how her personality shows up in that half-grin and cocked eyebrow, and how she’s pretty like the “girl next door” without being “hawt”… but I think it pretty well speaks for itself.

So thanks Lans (who is really Joe Rinaldi, and to whom I give ALL credit to this picture) – you’ve totally made my week.

RP Friday Five – Life and Death
comment 8 Written by on October 31, 2008 – 11:17 am

Welcome to the October 31 edition of the Friday Five!  Each Friday here at Too Many Annas you’ll find a list of five questions to spark your roleplaying/character creativity.  Feel free to answer in the comments, use them as a blog post of your own, or just think about something from your character’s perspective – there aren’t really any rules!

We’ve had some sillier Friday Fives recently, so this week lets be a little more serious – it is, after all, All Hallow’s Eve!

(And yes, I know these are hard, so feel free to skip around or just answer one or two!)

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  1. Did/Does your character have a good relationship with his or her family? (as a whole or individually)
  2. How does your character relate to his or her guild and friends?
  3. If your character knew he or she would die tomorrow, how would they spend today?
  4. Has your character ever lost someone close to them?  How did they die? How did that affect your character?
  5. How do you, as a roleplayer, tackle the question of death in a video game where resurrection spells and spirit healers abound?

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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

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

September 8, 2015 – 9:51 pm

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

August 4, 2015 – 12:22 pm

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 …

Very First Impressions

November 14, 2014 – 7:32 am

So I haven’t finished the intro quests yet (the server queues from the reduced server capacity due to the DDOS attacks meant I only got about an hour to play yesterday), but I’m finding that Draenor is pretty cool so …

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 …

Elevation

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 …

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