November 9, 2011 – 8:04 am
((500 word ficlet challenge from Bricu, story advancing for our current Wildfire Riders plot, which is related to an uprising in illegal (and dangerous) Black Lotus dealing in Old Town, as well as slowly working towards bringing Aely out of retirement and back into the RP circle. Enjoy!))
Aelflaed sat across from Elizabeth Cross at the little breakfast table, in the tiny kitchen behind the Silver Shield. Her old landlady hadn’t changed outward appearances in the last year, but everyone in Old Town was more cautious now, and the windows had better shutters with locks. After the cultists had been the elementals – and after the elementals things had gotten pretty tough with the proliferation of lotus-addicted thugs.
“It’s good to see you, Aely – you look well. Brian said you’d stopped in looking for me, and I heard about the kerfluffle with Bricu, what’s the trouble?”
“Well…” Aely grinned a little. “I ken ye’ve a pin on everythin’ wha’ happens in this place, e’en down to knowin’ if Sevens involved, so I figure if anyone’s got news, it’d be ye.”
Bess smiled. “Well, I do seem to be easy for folks to talk at, if that’s what you mean.”
“Yeh, exactly. I’m still tryin’ t’ figure what’s goin’ on wi’ Bricu an’ Haemon endin’ up… well, missin’. I ken it’s Sevens, but I dinna ken why, unless it’s th’ Riders tryin’ t’ look out fir Old Town against th’ druggies?”
“Well, you’ve got about all the news I do on that front – they don’t like people messing in their business, especially with the one they call the Angel.”
Aely grimaced. “Aye, that’s a title ‘s been bandied ’bout. Ken anyone’s got connections to it tha’s tryin’ t’ do business as well, air is th’ whole mess underground?”
“Not outright.” She set down her tea. “Madeleine Hunter still takes the Purple stuff as a tincture to help with her back, but she’s done that for years and isn’t likely to stop, nor is she likely to be selling it – she needs it too badly and she gets it as upfront as you can get it, from an herbalist who also does poisons. The garden variety lotus heads are after that weird distillate of Black that’s been the hot new thing in brain destroying chemicals for the last year or so. I don’t push too close though, for the same reason as Bricu and Shad are discovering. Those folks ain’t nice.”
Aely dug in her pocket and produced her reading glasses and a notebook, opening it to jot down a few notes about the different types of recreational lotus.
“Reading glasses?” Bess nudged at the glasses gently. “That’s not something I remember.”
“‘S new, an’ bugger all annyoing. Crusade’s got me workin’ paper pushin’, an’ after a long day I canna see th’ end ay my nose. So I wear specs.”
“Seems a waste, putting you on clerical duty.”
Aely huffed into her tea, fogging up the lenses. “Aye… aye it does.”
November 8, 2011 – 10:53 pm
Interesting post over at Need More Rage about Deathwing and how he’d be portrayed in the “history” books.
In Azeroth, though, is one clear problem: A dragon is destroying the world. And one clear solution: Kill the dragon. But they ain’t bickerin’ over how fer ta do that, they’s bickerin’ over the Swamp o’Sorrows. Would be like if Germany done invaded Poland in 1939, and France and England responded by attacking each other’s colonies in Africa.
November 8, 2011 – 8:33 am
I’m not very good at RP walking.
There are some who say that to be a “real” RPer, you must always only walk when you’re in town. I call bullshit, but that’s just me. Sometimes when I’m in town, I’m there for 3 minutes to repair, grab reagents, fill up my stack of water, and hit a portal on the way to a raid.
I do, however, RP walk when I am in a city with extra time.
I’ve returned to my old tradition of walking from the Pig and Whistle back to wherever Aely is living (right now it’s in the Mage District, at SWU with Arrens, before that it was at the Silver Shield).
Roger, the wolfound, follows after her, and she always uses her Argent Charger. She also nods at guards, especially Officer Pomeroy and Officer Jaxon, since it’s always good for the Riders to stay on the good side of the Stormwind Guard. Or at least to TRY. If someone is fishing, I have time to ask if they’ve caught anything good, or if they’ve seen the canal beasts this week.
It makes me slow down, pay attention to who is around, what they are doing, and if there is any open RP going on – even if it’s simple stuff.
I’m never really sure if anyone really notices. At least, the vast majority of the time it’s just me walking on my own, occasionally throwing emotes.
Sometimes, though, I get emotes back, or strike up a quick conversation. Someone in the Cathedral District offers a wave and a blessing, or just a quick nod in passing. And that makes the whole thing worth it.
November 7, 2011 – 8:28 am
Before you read this one, go check out the first in this series – The Differing Species of Tanks and the second – the Differing Species of Healers.
- Quiet DPS: Thinks he’s the best <class> ever, but never really says much. Just shows up and does his job. Probably tops the meters without anyone noticing until the logs are posted.
- Noisy DPS: Thinks she’s the best <class> ever, and Just. Will. Not. Shut. Up. Constantly chattering in vent, possibly even to the point of missing instructions or talking over the raid leader.
- Hax DPS: Thinks he’s the best <class> ever, and knows his class mechanics better than the developers. Manages to pull stunts that make other raid members blink in confusion. Occasionally wipes the raid trying to pull these off, but when he’s successful, it’s AMAZING.
- Excuses DPS: Thinks she’s the best <class> ever, except for that night, and that other night, and that time with all the lag, and the day her video card started fritzing, and the other evening when it was raining, and …
- Patient DPS: Thinks she’s the best <class> ever, and manages to get every other player of her class in the raid to perform consistently better, week by week.
- Prepared DPS: Thinks he’s the best <class> ever, brings enough flasks, food, and other consumables to make sure everyone else is the best ever too.
- QQ DPS: Thinks she’s the best <class> ever, but thinks Blizzard has it out for her class and made it so that bunnies/swords/cats/tinfoil doesn’t work on that fight. Complains loudly and repeatedly of being gimped by the developers, regardless of where other players of her class/spec fall on the meters.
- Stands-in-it DPS: Thinks he’s the best <class> ever, and might actually prove that he is, if he could only figure out how to not stand in the fire.
- Chuck Norris DPS: Thinks he’s the best <class> ever, and actually pulls it off.
(And yes, this is FIRMLY tongue in cheek. Especially since I now play DPS!)