Written by | Posted November 13, 2014 – 12:30 pm A Girl and her Dog

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 took the long way around Old Town, south through Tanner Circle and down Bulwarks, across […]

Friday Five – Food
comment 1 Written by on September 7, 2012 – 8:22 am

This weeks’ Friday Five is brought to you by one of my favorite things. Food. I love food – I love cooking and eating, especially eating with friends. I also love when someone else cooks for me (either someone I know or going out to eat).

So here are some questions for your characters about food!

  1. What’s your character’s favorite food?
  2. Is your character an adventurous or a picky eater?
  3. Does your character prefer to be alone or to eat with friends?
  4. Does your character cook at all? What’s their favorite dish to cook?
  5. Meta: Have you leveled cooking (or not) to match your character’s cooking abilities? What about seeking out special recipes?

Post answers in comments or leave a trackback! I’d love to see what different characters opinions are about what it is that they eat.

Clandestine Invitation
comment 2 Written by on September 5, 2012 – 9:42 pm

Citizens of Azeroth

Now that our world has been saved from the wrath of Deathwing, I fear that the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde will soon look to resume the conflict against each other. The time has come for us to take action.

We may not be the movers and the shakers, but peace has to start somewhere.

Bricu Bittertongue has issued a call for peace. A call for us all to gather and discuss issues at hand, and see if we, the citizens of our societies can start a movement that will force our respective leaders to take notice and consider peace. This gathering is to take place at 6:30pm, on the first Friday of September, on the floating city of Dalaran at the Circle of Wills in the Underbelly, not far from one of the greatest co-operative actions taken by the Horde and the Alliance against a foe that threatened us both. Be wary of who you show this letter to; in some places, discussing peace is considered treason.

I hope to see you there.


Friday, Sept 7 at 6:30 PM Feathermoon Time (Pacific), in the Circle of Wills (Underbelly, Dalaran) will be a careful meeting for all those interested in discussing the possible cessation of hostilities between our two factions. Should your character be interested, please do attend, as a good showing from both sides is essential.

I don’t think I have to warn anyone, but no metagaming will be tolerated.

This is an open RP event, and summons will be available (Duerma-Alliance, Cantoria-Horde – Please /identify yourself/ before asking for a summon.) Each faction will be in a raid for faction-side chatter, as the main story will happen in /say, and there will be Ventrilo for translations.

And be prepared for shenanigans.

(This invitation brought to you by the estimable Orc of Peace, Gharr.)

comment 3 Written by on September 4, 2012 – 8:08 am

I’ve spent a little time in the last week revisiting old zones. A lot of these places feel like old friends now lost to time, places once loved and populous that now host only those speeding their way through.

Shadowmoon Valley
The boat to Northrend (which I still ride just for fun sometimes)
Howling Fjord
Storm Peaks

The original Azeroth is like that too, though it’s changed so much that a lot of my old haunting grounds are gone or changed. (While I love what’s happening in Eastern Plaguelands, it just doesn’t feel quite the same as it used to. Call me a nostalgic old fart.)

Shortly, the Cataclysm zones are going to meet the same fate, home only to those speeding through on their way to the new Pandaria zones, unlikely to spend any time in Twilight Highlands (which, though probably 1/3 too long, is one of my favorite places in Cataclysm, alongside Vashj’ir). And I’m wondering if I’m going to feel about these zones the way I feel about some of the old zones from previous expansions.

I can go back and quest in Outland or Northrend and still feel some of that pull that made those places special. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel that way about Stonecore. Maybe Vashj’ir – something about the water and the totally different environment there made it magical in a way that other zones weren’t (though I’ll admit that the story didn’t keep me interested enough to completely finish the zone on more than one character). Somehow I doubt I’ll take the time to go back and fly (swim?) around and take screenshots though, the way I seem apt to do in old expansion zones.

It’s a bit cliche to say “every new beginning is some other beginning’s end” (and I’m probably dating myself a little with the song reference, but whatever), but it’s a bit of an odd time in WoW right now. The leveling got easier, presumably to speed people along to cap who are looking to change mains or add new characters to their arsenal for Pandaria (see: Annie Mae). There are Pandaren in Stormwind, though they don’t interact yet.

And everyone is waiting for the other shoe to drop – the World Event that’s going to bring us fully out of Cataclysm and (hopefully) back to the roots of the original games that seemed to just work better. Even the loading music sounds more like the original WoW.

I’m trying to push Annie Mae through the zones for one last hurrah, but I’m finding it hard – repeatability wasn’t a strong point of Cataclysm. Still, I’m trying to see things with fresh eyes before we all get distracted by the new and shiny that is on its way. I have a Pandaria goal list, and I’ve mostly met it. Now it’s just the last bit of leveling (Annie is closing in on 83) and waiting to see what the Peace Summit will bring.

If you asked, I’d say I don’t really have any established rituals for seeing out an old expansion, but I’m wondering if maybe I do. Maybe that last list of things to get done is my way of preparing for the new things on their way.

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.”


“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.

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 …


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 …


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 …


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 …

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