Written by | Posted October 24, 2014 – 12:01 pm Elevation

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 …

Cravings – part 1
comment 2 Written by on August 31, 2012 – 11:09 am

**Before I post this, I suppose some introductions are in order. I don’t believe Duugvilder has made an appearance on the blog yet, but I expect we’ll be hearing a bit more from him as time goes on. He and Annie Mae were not supposed to be more than friends, but sometimes things work out very oddly. Even for little cowgirl gnomes. Today is his player’s birthday (Happy Birthday!) so I thought I’d get this story started in his honor today. We’ve written this together and hopefully there will be more stories about them in the future. Probably getting into all sorts of trouble. They’re trouble by themselves, so together? Watch out!**

The first thing Annie Mae did, upon realizing that she might actually be free of the cave, was blink squintingly at the sky. Damn, but it was bright out here.

The second thing Annie Mae did was decide that she was never again eating another mushroom in her life, even if it meant starving.

Her stomach growled.

This lead to the third thing, which was an intense craving for a bear burger. The kind with gooey cheese and grilled onions and thick slices of ripe summer tomatoes that you could get from street vendors in… in Stormwind.

“Fuckitalltohell. Where’d I leave my damn horse.” Meg, having some sense, was nowhere to be found.

So she walked back to Nordrassil, idly wondering if Duugvilder could cook bear burgers. And if he’d even remember who she was, for that matter.

*                    *                    *

“I’m sorry, miss, but you’re in no fit state for portal travel. You need to regain your strength.”

“I’m a gnome. I live underground all the time. C’mon, I can go!”

“No, you can’t. Not until you’ve had a few good meals and look a little less like a starved trogg.”

“I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A STARVED TROGG.”

“Then eat.”

Annie stared at the elf towering above her, a bowl of something wretched smelling in his hands.

“Fine. What do you have.”

“Soup, made from mushrooms and fresh greens. It will be a nice easy thing to eat.”

“Not eatin’ that.”

“Why ever not? It’s delicious.”

“Still ain’t eatin’ it. You got any bear burgers?”

The elf sighed and put the bowl of soup down on the little table in the room Annie Mae was “renting”.

“I do not have any bear burgers. With the great Bear spirits so nearby, we do not encourage eating bears here.” He changed tactics. “Is there anyone we can contact for you, to perhaps encourage you to actually eat something?”

“Dunno. I’ve been in a damn cave for a long while. Maybe Duugvilder? He might still live in Stormwind. Dunno. You’ll have to look him up. It’d be good to see him. I bet he could make a bear burger…”

*                    *                    *

Duugvilder – ahem, PROFESSOR Duugvilder – was finishing his work for the day when his teaching assistant, a studious-looking Gnome named Finbar, rushed into his office. “Master Duugvilder, sir…I have a message for you! It looks important! It came from a Night Elf!!!”

Duugvilder smiled at his overexcited protegee and extended a hand to take the scroll that Finbar was waving at no one in particular. The boy finally caught himself and handed it over. Duugvilder took a moment to savor the feel of whatever material the sender wrote upon, as well as the subtle, smoky hints of Cinderbloom that found their way into the cloth like paper. “Whoever sent this currently resides somewhere in Mount Hyjal. Nordrassil, most likely, as that is the largest and most secure of the Night Elf territories.” He smiled again at Finbar, unrolled the scroll, and started reading.

“Greetings, Professor Duugvilder,

I hope this message finds you healthy and well…”

The letter read friendly enough, at first. But as Duugvilder got deeper into it, the message took on a far more worrying tone. The news became darker and more troubling, the words starting to blur until only the most basic of comprehension could be made…

“Annie Mae…

“Cave in…

“Severe malnourishment and dehydration…

“…asking for you…bear burgers…”

As he struggled to make sense of what he had read, and to control the emotion the words evoked in him, he could feel the air around him getting warmer, dryer. The room was starting to feel smaller. His breath was coming in heaves, and tasted of a desert he hadn’t visited in quite some time. Steady, Duugvilder, he thought to himself. This will not help you, nor will it help heal Annie Mae. You must be calm for her. You will go to her, if only to be by her side.

He looked at his student’s shocked and fearful face, and knew that disaster had narrowly been averted. “Finbar, I need you to cover my classes for the next several days. Cover the next five chapters of the text, and issue a test if I have not yet returned. I have business to attend to in Nordrassil…”

“Master, what is it that could upset you into…?” The boy could not finish the thought.

“A loved one was injured and I must go to her.” Satisfied with the answer, and not willing to provide a lengthy explanation for what the assistant had seen with Annie in need, Duugvilder left the office, making his plans as he rushed to gather his clothing, armor, and weapons. Stormwind had a portal that took one directly to Nordrassil, so he could be by Annie’s side in short order. But his more immediate order of business would take him into Elwynn forest. Annie apparently craved bear burgers and, by everything Duugvilder held dear, his love would have what she desired. Even if he had to empty the woods to provide it.

Duugvilder found what he was looking for at the Eastvale Lumber Camp. They had a ready supply of bears – too many bears, in fact – and he was able to quickly procure some meat. He stopped by their local market and got some tomatoes as well; what looked to be the end of the funny colored, striped ones that so often came from the farms farther out from town.

Next stop, Miller’s bakery, for sourdough rolls, sweet and almost pungent smelling; then, a quick trip by Trias’ Cheese, and he was pretty sure he was ready to go up to Nordrassil.

He made one final stop to the small, single room that served as his apartment in Stormwind; although he had finally built a house for himself (and, soon, perhaps for Annie Mae, he found himself thinking) just outside of Redridge, he kept his original home as a base of business. Being close to docks, portals, and banks served him well in his professions. He collected what cookery he had, as well as a scroll he hoped he wouldn’t have to use, and made his way to the portal that would reunite him with Annie Mae.

Warm Bodies in RP
comment Comments Off Written by on August 30, 2012 – 7:30 am

With the new patch already out, there’s a lot of potential RP in the works to deal with the upcoming world event for Mists of Pandaria. I know on Feathermoon there’s at least a (doomed) peace summit, plus myriad other RP opportunities that will crop up as the tensions increase. Which, of course, means trying to figure out where I fit into the bigger scheme of these events – often large events that are being run by other people.

I’ve said before (and Falconesse has said) that RP happens WITH you, not TO you. But it can be hard to figure out how to make yourself fit into a one of these events (especially one that you didn’t organize).

Obviously in any large group event (even one with “only” 10 people), there are going to be a few people who take center stage, just as in a theater production. But even the extras have “parts” – and if you find yourself as a member of the peanut gallery at an event, it’s not the job of the organizer to make sure you personally feel like you’re involved.

You end up having to make your own participation.

This is, of course, way easier said than done. When the chat reel is flying by at the speed of gnats on crack, and your character is potentially out of his/her element, and especially if you’re in a group of people you don’t RP with every day, it can be easy to just let your eyes glaze over and zone out.

Which is fine – some events you’re just there to be a warm body, and it takes a number of warm bodies to have a good crowd.

But when you don’t WANT to just be a warm body, and you’d rather not be chatting over RealID while you idly watch the chat scroll by, how do you get yourself involved?

Remember the golden rule about RP happening WITH you, and work on creating your own experience of the event.

See if you can create a side conversation – in whispers or a small party – to have a little bit going on that’s related just to your character.

Try not to make a disturbance unless you clear it with the organizer first – obviously at pub night, this doens’t matter, but at a large event with some level of scripting, if your character busts out the Macarena in the middle of someone giving an empassioned speech, you end up looking like a total doof.

React in character in an appropriate way. /boo and /cheer, stay involved in what’s going on. Everyone loves a supportive audience! (/burp and /fart not recommended)

Try not to get sucked into side conversations that don’t necessarily have any input from your character. Remember that in a noisy bar or a big crowd you can only hear the people nearby to you, so while it’s good that everyone works in /say, you don’t have to respond to everyone. You’ll have a better time if you can have some personal interaction instead of constantly shouting ME TOO across the event.

And in all cases, remember that if the big actors at an event don’t notice your character specifically, it’s not because they hate you, are ignoring you, or think you smell/have cooties. The big players HAVE to be keeping up with that chat roll, and they may simply not have time to react to outside conversations and still be participating in the overall story that’s playing out.

Most of all, have fun. Big group RP is as much like going to a theater as it is like active RP. You can make your own fun on the sides, but there’s a big, hopefully plot-advancing story going on in front of you. A story that you want to include in the bigger story that you’re building for your character.

Keep the big picture in mind, enjoy the little RP, and you will still have fun.

New Patch, New Armor
comment Comments Off Written by on August 28, 2012 – 7:30 am

Today is 5.0.4. I have no idea what I’m doing.

Instead, here’s Aely in her new transmog set:

This is mostly Wrath PVP gear, plus an Argent Crusader’s Tabard. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to updating my addons.

I hope WoWScribe still works.

Motivation – Part 2
comment Comments Off Written by on August 27, 2012 – 11:47 pm

Arrens didn’t come back to the apartment that night, but Aely slept on the couch anyway. She’d left the armor where it was, strewn about their living room, taking a well placed kick at whatever piece was in her way when she had to walk around. It didn’t really help, and she’d put a big dent in the coffee table.

They danced around each other, cold and barely cordial, for two days. Arrens made a big show of tending to his robes. Aely stopped hiding when she was going out to practice.

She knew, on some level, that he was right. This war was stupid. The whole thing reeked of stubborn hot-headed leaders making poor decisions with nothing to gain but a whole pile of dead soldiers. On the other hand, she’d sat by for the fight against Deathwing, and nearly gone crazy with the lack of activity, relying on second and third hand reports of the goings on. On the other hand, she’d promised him her life, and they’d done their best to build a home together, with dreams of a family. On the other hand, someone had to tend the soldiers in the fields, working to reduce that eventual bodycount, and that kind of work helped keep the battles far away from Stormwind. On the other hand, there was the peace summit, and she hadn’t exactly thrown all in to help with it.

An’ that’s jus’ too many fuckin’ hands.

Aely sighed, picking up Jolly’s shield and turning it in her hands. It wasn’t her preferred setup, using a shield and mace; she’d rather the weight of a greatsword, but something about it made her pause.

Maybe the peace summit was the way to go for now. If it worked, maybe there’d be no more wakes for dead Riders.

Of course, if he couldn’t realize that she had obligations to more than just him, then this whole thing was going nowhere. Maybe he had nothing better to do than drop everything he’d worked for, but she, at least, still valued the other promises she’d made.

She watched Arrens come in from class, refusing to meet her glance as he headed into his study. After a few minutes, she followed after him, knocking on the molding around the open door.

He glanced up briefly before his eyes returned to his writing. “Yes?” he said tersely. Not “Yes, dear” or “Yes, my love,” as was the norm.

“S’there any chance ay havin’ some sort ay conversation? I’m na even sure I ken where I stand on any ay this.” Aely kept her voice as calm as possible.

He set his pen down and removed his glasses. “Yes. I suppose we should. I’m merely doing what must be done to ensure Professor Landris has all she needs to facilitate a smooth and seamless transition to the role of headmaster.”

Aely frowned. “Sounds like ye’ve made more decision than I have.”

“I can ill-afford to wait on something this big. Keep in mind, the school is largely funded through the kingdom’s tax revenues. She’ll need to know who to contact in the event our funding is conveniently forgotten.”

“An’ if I dinna leave? If th’ peace summit works out – which I /am/ attendin’, ye ken – an’ it’s all fir naught?”

“I’ve made provisions for the position to return to me upon my return.”

“Sounds like yir goin’ regardless, then. I thought all this wis stupid an’ pointless.”

He looked her in the eyes and said, “I told you, if you were going, so was I. Stupid or not, I will not sit idly by again while you sacrifice life and limb. I did it before. I’ll not do it again.”

“So ye’ve decided I’m goin’ then? News t’ me. Figured it wis a bigger decision than that.” Aely fidgeted with the doorframe.

“I’ve made no such decisions. I’m merely making plans in the event, or perhaps the likelihood, that you will make such a decision. I know you well enough to know the way you think, to know where your heart lies. I’ve seen your restlessness these past few months while your friends and comrades-in-arms have fought. Or am I wrong? Have I misread you for so long now despite my hopes that you were happy to be living a peaceful life, such as it is, while war raged around us?”

“Sometimes I think I’m fir creatin’ peace, na fir livin’ in it. I’m goin’ ta this summit fir Bricu an’ Loreli, fir th’ folks wha’ think it’ll work. But I canna sit by an’ let this war come t’ Stormwind again. If yir goin’ with me, I’ll do my best t’ be near ye.”

He approached her and took her in his arms. “And I you, my love. That’s why I’m making these preparations. I won’t sit by hoping for a letter or for you to get some leave to come back from some battlefield. I won’t spend my nights in the university chapel praying to the gods for your return.”

“Ye ken ye’ll be in a lot more danger than I am, yeh? I … dinna think I’ll be volunteerin’ fir field duty. Maybe wi’ Ben, t’ get him started, but na full time. I’m too old fir tha’ shit.”

“So am I,” he said, releasing her and walking to the window. He gazed outside at the park below. “It’s strange, isn’t it? It seems like both a lifetime ago and just yesterday that our armies were massing to walk through the Dark Portal. I swore when the final siege was laid upon the Black Temple that I wouldn’t return to battle. And yet here I am.”

Aely grinned. “Well, I’m kinda on th’ verge ay swearin I’ll ne’er do clerk duty again, myself. Gonna need bloody bifocals.”

He glanced at his glasses lying on the desk and raised an eyebrow at Aely.

“Wha? Just because ye need ‘em dinna mean I’m in any hurry. Canna wear specs under a helmet anyroad.”

Arrens sat on the window sill and faced Aely. “You understand why I’m doing this, don’t you? For the same reasons I’m coming to terms with why you must do this.”

“I can understand it, yeh. I still am na sure it makes good sense, but then I’m na sure any ay this makes good sense. Prob’ly a fool’s errand – either th’ peace summit or th’ war.” She leaned against the edge of the windowframe.

“I doubt any sense will ever be made of it, even years after it all ends.” He placed his arm around her waist. “I’ll be with you. And for now, that’s all the sense I need.”

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 …

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 …

Deconstruction

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 …

Patrol

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 …

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