Written by | Posted September 8, 2015 – 9:51 pm Descent and Ascent

It didn’t take long to get from Thunder Bluff to the Echo Isles – Ankona took advantage of a wyvern so she could think and plan before getting to her destination. She had information to confirm with the spirits – was Gromnor dead? Was he really in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms, somewhere […]

Friday Fiction – the UNHaunting
comment 2 Written by on April 30, 2010 – 1:30 pm

Over at WTT:RP the Friday Fiction post this week is (kind of) about Aely. You should go read it.

From the intro:

((Some time back we had an RP funeral for one of our guildmates who felt that his story had run its course. Jolstraer was an awesome, ass kicking old sod, and every Rider misses him. Fortunately his PLAYER has returned for us to goof around with, but the character is forever gone.

Aely of That Place Over There opted NOT to have a ghost story, as she had a lot going on. What was really interesting and fun was how she was drawn into the story as a comforting presence for those suffering. It got me thinking: WHY was Aely spared when the rest of the guild was not. The answer, I decided, was the lingering spirit of Jolstraer, with whom Aely was very close. This story is what happened to Maggie Maunt’s ghost when he went toe to toe with our dearly departed.))

Yva is right – my Real Life Crap was just too much to want to add a big participating (and possibly mentally unsettling) RP story on top of everything else. But I was still able to be around for RP, especially towards the end of the story, and Aely played a pretty substantial role with a couple of the Riders as they dealt with their various hauntings. I’d asked myself a few times how Aely managed not to have a ghost, and when Yva presented the solution, I have to admit that I actually went “EEEE!” in real life. (I do that. It’s a weakness.)

There’s another side to this, however, that makes this story particularly cool to me. Having to say “I can’t play with this right now, I have too much going on”… sucks. It sucks A LOT. Especially when you WANT to play along, but mentally you know you can’t devote the time to it. That Yva (and the other story movers and shakers) would throw me a cookie at the end and take THEIR time to bring my character into the story peripherally, once things cleared up and I /could/ play again, means approximately TONS. (In a way, it’s like “awwwww, they really DO like me!” only without the simpering stupidity, I hope.)

I love the story that Yva’s written and highly recommend you go give it a read. And though (for now) Aely doesn’t know, I think at some point in the future, she’ll learn about it – either in a dream or some other way that I’ve not yet thought up.

Many <3’s and happy Friday to you all!


Failing Florists
comment Comments Off on Failing Florists Written by on April 29, 2010 – 10:46 am

It was late. Very late. The Stormwind tower bells had stopped ringing so they didn’t wake people up, sort of late. Still, in the second floor rooms on the courtyard of Stormwind University, two lamps were lit. A student, out after curfew and expecting only the light of the full moon to navigate, ducked past the window unnoticed, initial illicit thoughts brushed aside to see the professor sitting, alone, at his desk.

Elsewhere in the apartment, Aely sat on the floor, surrounded by various pamphlets, brochures, colorful handwritten notices, and advertisements, all of them covered with flowers. She sighed.

Arrens voice floated out from the other room. “Is it really so vexing, love?”

“No. I ken wha’ we want. Jus’… they all look th’ bloody SAME. How th’ Light do folk actually PICK anythin’?”

His chair scraped lightly against the floor.

“Dinna ye innerupt whate’er yir readin’ jus’ t’… ”

“I finished that one, and if I don’t stand up for a few minutes, I will fall asleep and wake up having drooled on one of my student’s papers. Show me this confusing pile?”

Aely gestured at the sprawl of colorful paper on the floor around her, each promising fresher flowers than the last – some even promising out of season flowers, shipped in from the other side of the globe or procured through some form of herbalist’s magic. Arrens knelt down, rifling through them for a moment. An impish grin slowly crept across his face.

“You know, there’s an old student’s theory that when their professors get behind on grading, they use a very efficient gravitational method to determine who gets A’s.”

Aely looked at him quizzically. “Yeh?”

“Mhm. You see, some students – particularly those who fail – have conjured up the idea that when faced with insurmountable piles of papers, a professor simply takes them to the stairway and tosses them down. Any paper that reaches the bottom gets an A, and the papers closest to the top are graded as failing.”

“Tha’s bollocks. Ye work long hours, ‘specially ay th’ end term.”

“Its utterly false, yes. But perhaps we might use that particular brand of logic in our favor in this case?” He gestured at the haphazard mess of flower advertisements.

Aely grinned.

“I’ll na tell th’ cleaning staff if ye dinna.”

“Not a word.”

Aely hastily bundled everything up into a loose pile. “Stairs outside?”


And so, at nearly two in the morning, the headmaster and his fiancee stood on the courtyard stairs of the University barely containing their giggles. With a flourish, Aely launched the entire pile of papers, letting them fall in a colorful snowstorm of pink and lavender and pale yellow. After several seconds, they settled randomly on various stairs, a few papers escaping the confines of the steps and landing in nearby bushes. Aely shuffled down the stairs, gathering up the fallen papers, to see what could be found at the bottom.

Only one advertisement had actually made it all the way to the bottom – a very simple brochure for a florist and supplier from Southshore, whose advertisement featured purple and white Stratholme lilies.

Raider Detention
comment 32 Written by on April 28, 2010 – 1:01 pm


We’ve all done it.  The more you raid, the more likely you’ll have an oops and cause a hilarious wipe. My most recent Pally!Fail was an attempt to put Hand of Sacrifice on our Tank in phase 3 of Putricide… and hitting DI instead.

What if, upon being the source of Epic Fail, we were then required to (a la elementary school detention) write out our failures on the chalkboard a certain number of times?

  • I will not DI the tank.
  • I will not death grip the boss.
  • I will not stand in the raid and get them all iceblocked.
  • I will not stand in the Yeti.
  • I will not move when Flame Wreath is cast.
  • I will not tank in my Frost Resist gear.
  • I will not tank in Blood Presence.
  • I will not do an entire progression raid in my RP hat. (or my Chef hat)
  • I will not misdirect the kitty druid.
  • I will not tricks the fury warrior on the pull.
  • I will not throw the Tainted Core to the person kiting Striders.
  • I will not use Cleanse on Grobbulus.
  • I will not facepull with half the raid outside.
  • I will not die on the elevator boss.

What would YOU be writing?


Druidic Roleplay
comment 22 Written by on April 27, 2010 – 11:13 am

So I have this druid, Annylais.

Annylais Eldersong, to be truly specific.  Her FlagRSP is as such:

“Of average height and build, Annylais is most remarkable for her hair, which is very long, very green, and peppered with tiny braids on which are suspended an assortment of feathers, seeds, and shells.  The glow of her eyes is mismatched. She doesn’t seem to talk much.”


Which is all well and good, except it doesn’t actually help me roleplay with her at all. I’m running into the problem of playing a female Druid in the current Druidic lore. According to most things I’ve read, female druids are a rarity, and a very new thing in Elven society (women were priestesses, men were druids). Which leads me to the following options:

  1. Annylais isn’t really a female, but should be gender-swapped to be a male Druid. This is an option, but I don’t have a male druid RP idea either.
  2. Annylais is very young. This isn’t something I like, and it doesn’t fit her at all.
  3. Annylais is a wilder, wielding druidic magic without really knowing what she was doing, outside of the bounds of society, possibly with an unusual God/ess patron. This is (to me) the most workable solution, since it ties into her mismatched eyes. It’s also the easiest solution to fall into Cookie Cutter, Special Snowflake territory.
  4. Annylais wasn’t a druid until recently. I’m not sure I want to go this route, since it’s awfully close to Angoleth (who has always wanted to BE a druid, but couldn’t because she was female and because she has no magical aptitude whatsoever). I’d rather not have two characters so close to one another.
  5. Some solution I’ve not thought of.

Which is where you guys come in.

I’m looking for help, and I know my readership is creative and interesting, so I’m going to take the cop out and see what you guys can come up with.

Right now Annylais is dual specced feral/boomkin. I have no idea what she will eventually do once she hits 80, but I’d rather focus on her RP than on her raid roles, since I have both tanks and healers at endgame right now. I really like both feral AND boomkin specs, but have stuck with mostly feral for leveling (because melee/stealth is hax). I’m open to gender-switching her, but not to faction switching her.

What I don’t want: I don’t want a druid that’s always in (X) form. She’s already expressed a strong preference to mostly be in her elven form (though of course, if she’s going to go sneaking around, she’ll do that as a cat). I guess I want her forms to be tools that she uses rather than crucial parts of her identity.

If you guys have any ideas, I’d LOVE to hear them, especially those of you that are much better versed in your Elven/Druidic lore than I am.


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