February 7, 2011 – 12:02 pm
Blogging is a very strange thing. Sometimes it can be impersonal, or seem that way, like you’re putting words out into a void. Other times, you meet amazing people. Arrens is one of the (many) amazing people I’ve run into on this crazy blogging thing. Over time, that’s turned into amazing RP, both in game and in writing. He’s announced today that he’s closing up shop at his blog, and I understand. But it’s still a little sad.
And, as Bricu put it, as one of his (2) readers, I will miss it and am very glad I’ll still get to see him around in game and such.
January 31, 2011 – 3:39 pm
I’ve been trying pretty hard, for the last few weeks, to get a post up here. I hate using the “Real life is taking over” excuse, even when it’s true, because it sounds so… trite? I don’t know. Like I’m copping out of blogging or something.
Because the thing is?
I really like blogging. I really like this blog. I like the people who read and leave comments, even though I’m sure that’s only about four of you now.
But there are bigger things that I have to deal with, and one of those things is making sure that I can continue to do the “importants” (go to work, take care of my husband and cats, and take care of me). Sometimes, when bad things happen, that’s all you have to turn back to – and right now, most of my “good” days are defined by whether or not I simply make it through the day and do what I have to do.
Unfortunately, that’s not left a lot of time or energy for WoW. When I have had time to log in, I do a bit of banking, do a bit of leveling (usually on my warlock, to whom you guys have not yet been introduced), and that’s about it. Aely hit level 85 at some point, entirely through Archaeology. I’ve done exactly 8 quests in Hyjal with my hunter. I’ve not been inside an instance (other than a run-through or two on the warlock) since before 4.0 hit in November. I have officially stepped out of raiding for Cataclysm, at least for now – maybe when things get better I’ll want to raid again and can sub into one of the 10-mans that are under the TRI umbrella.
Still, I’m not here to apologize for not posting. I made a conscious decision that, right now, there are other things more important to me (and to my health) than keeping up with a regular blog. I can barely manage one post a week over at Seven Deadly Divas, and that’s with Hillary sending me reminder emails and helping me come up with ideas!
I am working on changing things, on getting better, on getting back to being able to do the things I love – but it’s not something that happens quickly or easily, no matter how frustrated I get. This is something I have to deal with now, because not dealing with things doesn’t make them go away.
So I’m trying – and that’s supposedly half the battle. The rest, well, that’ll just take time. I may post occasionally, I may not. I’m not shutting down or closing the doors, but I don’t know when I’ll be back, or what form “being back” will take.
But I do miss you guys, and writing. You can still find me on twitter, via email (toomanyannas at gmail), or even in game.
I’ll see you around, and may the loot-fu be with you,
December 21, 2010 – 7:31 am
“Pssst. Wot!” **
Wot peered up and down the hallway of the University, blue eyes scanning warily for the source of his name.
“Wot! Over here!”
After a moment he spotted Ben, the other squire’s sandy brown head poking out from the entrance to Arrens and Aely’s apartment.
“How… how did you get in there?”
“I asked Aely for the key, told her there was something Bricu needed for the wedding. Get in here.” Ben’s lanky form disappeared into the apartment. The other side of the door rustled loudly.
“Are you sure… are you sure that’s ok? Isn’t that their private apartment?”
“Yeah, but I need the keys to his motorcycle shed!”
“You’re going to steal his motorcycle?” Wot’s eyebrows shot up, settling somewhere around his hairline, as he stood in the doorway.
“Of course not, why would I do that! Someday he might even let me drive it! I’m going to decorate it. You know, for the wedding!”
“Dec… decorate a motorcycle?” Wot stepped very tentatively into the apartment, leaving the door half open.
“Sure, haven’t you ever heard of that? You fill the panniers full of rice and put streamers all over it and bells and a big sign that says JUST MARRIED so everyone that sees them can yell and celebrate too!” The rustling noises moved over to the bookcase, where Ben was pulling random books off the shelf, opening them, and then closing them again.
“No, I’ve never heard of that on a motorcycle. Though I think I saw it once on a horse buggy. Why are you … what’s in the books?”
“Looking for a spare key, I know he has one in here somewhere.” Ben moved on to a row of variously sized canisters, finding in one a collection of bookmarks and paper clips, and in another, nothing but some dust and a dead silverfish. He crowed as he opened the third – “Finally! Ok, let’s go.”
“Go? Where are we…”
Wot followed after the exuberant Ben, who bounded down the stairs three (or maybe four) at a time, headed out to where the Professor kept his beloved motorcycle. By the time he caught up, the taller boy had managed to get the padlock unlatched.
“Don’t you think he’ll be… upset? When he sees it?”
“Nah, he’ll be too happy to be married. Haven’t you seen them together?”
Ben opened the door to the shed with a whoop and disappeared inside. Wot stood looking at the door suspiciously. A few moments later Ben poked his head back out again.
“Well? Are you going to help me or not?”
Wot hesitated. “You’re sure he won’t be mad?”
“Of course he won’t be mad. We’re not going to hurt it. Just make it all festive for when they leave from the party tonight.”
He glanced around the University green, making sure nobody else was around. “All… alright. Sure.”
Wot followed Ben into the shed, looking admiringly at Arrens’ blue and gold motorcycle. He’d obviously had it cleaned for that evening’s getaway. Mr. Bricu had a motorcycle too. Maybe someday even he would have a motorcycle. Some paladins did drive them…
Ben’s voice startled him out of his momentary daydream. “WHAT?”
“What’s something that’ll make lots of noise if we tie it to the bike. These stupid bells are too quiet. That goblin said they’d be great for a Festive Winter Holiday, but I don’t think he planned on a gas engine.” He was carefully tying a sign to the back of the bike; it was painted with the words “JUST MARRIED” in bright red.
“Noisy… Uh.” Wot thought for a moment. “What about… Didn’t Mrs. Reynolds make soup last night?”
“Yeah, so what? What does soup have to do with anything?”
“Broth cans. Tin cans, I mean. Will that work? It should be really noisy on the cobble streets.” Wot shrugged.
“Hah! Tin cans. Perfect! Go see if she’ll give you any. If she asks, tell her we’re working on a project for the Crusade.”
“But… for the Crusade?”
“Just go, it’ll be fine.” Ben went back to attaching the sign.
Ten minutes later, Wot returned, carefully carrying an armload of lidless tin cans. The motorcycle was almost unrecognizable, decked out in white streamers with red and green tinsel. Ben had found some kind of soap to write on the windshield and had drawn little lopsided hearts all around the edges.
He was visibly pleased with Wot’s delivery just long enough to pick up a can and look at it. “Ooh! These are great. Ok. Uhh… how do we get them on the bikes?”
Wot grabbed a pair of hammers off of the workbench, handing one to Ben.
“What’s this for?”
“Take a big nail,” he pointed at the neatly labeled jars of nails on a shelf, “and put a hole in the top of each can. Like… like this.” Wot punched a hole in the first can. “When we get a bunch, we can… can tie them together like a … a ….”
“A tin can bouquet?” Ben grinned.
Wot grinned back. “Yeah. A really noisy tin can bouquet.”
** Ben and Wot are Aely and Bricu’s Argent Squires, respectively. Really, they should’ve been assigned in opposite…
December 17, 2010 – 7:36 am
Aely sat in the staff lounge sipping her tenth cup of coffee and staring at the letter in her hand. Since Stormwind’s destruction, the University’s infirmary had seen its fair share of injured. Aely had taken the reins as the lead of the school’s triage with Brother Theodious Forgebuilder by her side. She’d never admit it to the dwarf, but he was a damned fine healer in his own right, even if his bedside manner left much to be desired.
She glanced at the time. Five in the morning. Arrens would be coming through soon, she thought as she glanced once more at the letter in hand. She’d been up for the past 12 hours redressing wounds and giving comfort where she could. Professor Vyree would come in for the morning shift and replace both she and Theo leaving the weary paladin and priest to get some much needed rest.
Arrens entered the lounge, sleep in his eyes yet.”Good morning, my love,” he said as he kissed her gently on the forehead.
“Mornin’.” Aely stifled a yawn. “Folks’ll be up an’ out ‘fore long. Mostly just some broken bones left ta mend.”
The headmaster nodded solemnly. “You look ragged, dear. Why don’t you go and get some sleep?”
Aely looked at the half-full cup of coffee before her. “Aye, I should.”
Arrens sipped his coffee and cocked his head towards the letter in her hand. “What’s that?” he asked.
“Nothin’, love. Jus’ a letter.” She folded it up and put it in her breast pocket.
Arrens shrugged, stood up and said, “I need to go prepare for my first class. Get to bed. I’ll be along as soon as I have a spare moment and check in on you, ok?”
Aely smiled wearily and nodded as Arrens bent down to give her a kiss. As he left, she removed the letter once more and read it for what felt like the hundredth time.
Please Stand By for announcement of Orders. The Crusade will be mobilizing healers shortly after the first of the year to aid with the influx of wounded from the recently developing wars.
In the Service of the Light,
Commander Rebekah Brightsong
Within a few days, the following announcement was posted around Stormwind and the Argent Dawn headquarters – some making it as far as Dalaran and the Tournament grounds in Northrend.
That’s right! Aely and Arrens have decided, in lieu of their planned Spring wedding, to move things up a bit. By “a bit”, they mean “next week, during Winter Veil.” Hopefully this will help Aely not get shipped all over the world for another expansion, and let her spend more time in Stormwind, both with Arrens and the Wildfire Riders and running the infirmary at the school.
Everyone who wishes to attend is welcome – level 1 alts are fine. If you need assistance getting to Stormwind, there should be warlock summons available, at least up until the beginning of the ceremony.
Come join us for an evening of fun and festivities. There will be lots of food, good company, cake, and booze. The ceremony is behind the Stormwind Cathedral, at the newly opened outdoor chapel. If you need help finding it, let us know!))