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April 6, 2010 – 3:41 pm
No post from me today – I’ve got a pretty good case of Real Life on my hands. However, there’s a brilliant post over at WTT:RP about what it takes to GM a big RP event, and how to go about planning something that will affect a whole lot of players without a) giving up your story or b) pissing everyone off.
A Peek Behind the Curtain (part 1)
As usual, Falconesse is setting up a fantastic post series that I’m greatly looking forward to reading. (If you didn’t know, Falconesse and Bricu are both officers of my guild – the Wildfire Riders – so getting to see the inner workings behind a really awesome and recent RP event is pretty spiffy.)
I’ll see you guys a little bit later this week!
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April 4, 2010 – 8:46 pm
(Aely still doesn’t like Noblegarden – particularly the Shake your Bunny-maker achievement. It’s a slightly-updated repost, yes, but THE EARS HAVE ALREADY STARTED. BWUH.)
A’righ. I’m fecking sorry, bu’ ye’ve gotta be kiddin’ me. I mean realleh? I’m na yir feckin’ bunneh. I dinnae wan’ yir damn ears.
I’m na gonna follow after ye, I’m na yir pet, an’ I sure’s hell ain’ gonna dance fir ye. So dinna totter ‘long aftir me, waitin’ fir yir damn ears t’ cooldown so ye can throw ‘em at me. ‘Skeevy as hell. Laigh’ – y’ever had sommat follow ye ’round tryin’ t’ take advantage of ye? Trus’ me – ‘s na a nice feelin’. I dinna follow ye ’round makin’ skeevy comments ’bout th’ size’ ay y’r nuts, ayeh?
Lemme put this to ye straigh’. I’m a bloody Paladin. Laigh’ worshippin’, woman ay some virtue. I’m nobody’s bunnehmaker – an’ I sure’s hell ain’ yirs.
S’ dinna chase me down, askin’ me t’ dance an’ allat nonsense wi’ th’ damn ears, air yir proper gettin’ wha’ ye’ve go’ comin’. I’ll show meself when an’ with somman I choose, an’ ye’ve go’ naught t’ do wi’ it.
I’m na yir feckin’ bunneh.
So piss off, ayeh?
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April 2, 2010 – 11:06 am
It’s been awhile since I’ve done a post like this, but I was talking to people over the last few days about guild-related RP and the subject of nightmares came up. Our resident villain has access to a lot of angry dead people – and a serious grudge and some back-dated hatred to go with it – and so various members of the Riders are getting nightmares and rather upsetting ghostly visions.
So here’s your ficlet prompt for today – 500 words is the usual cut off, remember, so keep it short and make your writing evocative:
Write a nightmare for your character, or a ficlet in which your character experiences a nightmare. It can be funny or serious, but try to get into the mind of the character you’re writing for/about. Remember that what makes a nightmare scary doesn’t have to be scary for /everyone/ – just for the person who experiences it.
Have fun, and leave me trackbacks or links to your fiction in the comments! I’d love to read what you come up with.
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March 31, 2010 – 5:53 am
When I did the post about server histories last week, it was originally spawned by a discussion about the long-standing Feathermoonie tradition of Pantsless Wednesday. This is, I was told, an elven holiday of sorts, and I went off in search of a storyteller to find a proper retelling of the legend.
I found such a storyteller in Ceil Nighfury, and she consented to its publication (though explaining “the internet” was difficult, the concept of a periodical publication was one she could relate to). As such, I bring her retelling to you. Though she takes full credit for her retelling, the original idea is credited to Shirkata for the basis and, possibly, being the original Pantsless Nelf.
“Many years ago, long before Alliance and long before the fall of our beloved Hyjal, there were a great many battles between the Kal’dorei and Troll-folk. These were times of strife and danger, but also times of legendary bravery and strength. One of the greatest heroes to come of this time was the Sentinel Brightmoon. Brightmoon was no commander or leader, she was just one of the few simple sentinels who stood guard in a small, sleepy village in the thick of the Ashenvale forests.
In these warring times, danger came to her small village in the form of a Troll siege.
The Trollish force was huge and terrifying – skilled archers on ravenous raptors, witch doctors eager to hex her sisters into demeaning shapes, furious warriors ready to make necklaces of Kal’dorei ears. The sentinels of the small village prepared to be overwhelmed by their attackers and began praying to Elune in their desperation. Brightmoon prayed with the rest, and as she prayed, she began to feel a righteous fury fill her. She prayed harder and harder to the Lady above and became more and more furious, a berserking rage building up in her at the thought of these trolls coming to slaughter their villagers, to do unspeakable things to her sisters!
In her fervor and fury, Brightmoon threw off her armor and ripped off her clothing, letting the glorious moonlight shine down upon her nude body as she let out a terrifying roar and charged the Trollish force with nothing but her anger and her moonglaive.
Watching their sister charge so fearlessly into the enemy force inspired the other sentinels and they too tore their clothing from their bodies and charged, with howls that echoed through the forests. The rush of this clearly-crazed force of recklessly skyclad Kal’dorei women, with skin and blades gleaming in the moonlight, drove terror stark into the heart of the Trollish force. They retreated in cowardly horror, only to be cut down mercilessly by the brave sentinels.
This heroic feat, which fell on what would eventually be translated into the Humans’ calender as a ‘Wednesday,’ was celebrated for millennia afterward.
To remember Brightmoon’s bravery and the unlikely victory that day, we Kal’dorei bare our skin to Elune’s light. However, when we came to join the Alliance, we realized the Human, Dwarven and Gnomish culture did not look so favorably upon our practice, so we politely began limiting it to just the removal of leggings. And thus, what the humans call ‘Pantsless Wednesday,’ continues to modern times.”
-As told by Ceil Nightfury, to a highly skeptical audience.
(And yes, if you couldn’t tell, this is silly fun. No, we don’t run around on Feathermoon without pants on Wednesdays. At least, not usually.)
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