November 2, 2009 – 11:53 am
If you’ve not yet seen it, go check out Big Bear Butt’s – World of Warcraft Raid for the Cure.
Coming together to support a member of the WoW community – always a good thing in my book. I won’t be able to be there, due to prior commitments, but there will be a little elf named OneAnna there in spirit.
November 2, 2009 – 10:40 am
Last night the Riders had an informal Hallow’s Eve party out in the graveyard behind Karazhan. It was spooky, appropriately ghost-ridden, and the perfect place to hang out.
We were all required to go in costume. As was to be expected with this bunch, some of the costumes were awesome. Most of the following were actually at the party. It was brilliant, and everyone had a good laugh.
- Farmer - this one’s pretty easy. A workman’s shirt, some blue or brown pants, brown boots, and any beat-up looking hat. Bonus points for a Farmer’s Broom or a Shovel. (This was Aely’s costume)
- Vrykul - (male) – big axe, torn up looking pants and boots, no shirt, and a stockpile of Elixirs of Giant’s Strength. Bonus points for getting a haircut that’s particularly Vrykul-ish.
- Stormwind Guard – Any of a number of armor sets, plus an Alliance Tabard from the PVP vendor. If you can wear plate, the Imperial set (level 50ish) is a dead ringer for the guard outfit. If you don’t wear plate, well… that’s a little more challenging. You can do pretty much any main city’s guard just as easily, with different armor.
- Naga (male or female) – Trident, green (male) or blue (female) armor. RSP in a pointy naga nose and tail, and you’re good to go!
- Scarlet Crusader – If you can get a Scarlet Tabard, go for it – otherwise each of the bosses in Scarlet Monastery drops some particularly identifiable items of armor. Arcanist Doan is probably the easiest to imitate, since he drops robes, shoulders, and a staff.
- Troll - Voodoo Mask, Any of a number of robes/kilts and shirts that are particularly tribal, and a really spiky weapon.
- Dwarf - (female) – brewfest robes, hair done in braids, and a big ol’ stack of pygmy oil. A good excuse to be plastered all night.
- Bunny - white shirt, white pants, bunny ears from Noble Garden, bare feet (or flip flops – try the Knitted Sandals from low level cloth armor vendors)
- Nat Pagle – brown boots, overalls, a blue lumberjack’s shirt, a beat up looking hat, and a fishing pole. This one also comes with a built in excuse to be plastered all night.
- Twilight Cultist – Cultist Armor (from Silithus drops), a creepy looking sword or staff, and a floating head pet (or a haunted memento ghost).
Remember that you can use RSP tags to help with the costume effect. Our resident Bunny had a poofy tail that was only visible via RSP flag. Also, our vrykul was covered in blood and warpaint.
But I think my favorite costume of the night was one of the paladins who came dressed up as… one of the pompous jerk mages in the guild. He wore magey clothes, had a pumpkin on his head (to show his huge ego) and went around insulting people and throwing “spells” made of ribbons all night. It was hilarious. Particularly when the actual mage showed up, and there was a Pompous Mage-Off.
What costumes can you guys think up (or have you used in the past)?
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October 28, 2009 – 6:58 am
Lore events are fun. Many people remember the Zombie Invasion less than fondly (and to be honest, it deserved the mixed reviews it got), but it did nothing if not spawn a lot of really amazing RP. The Riders made their stand outside of the Pig and Whistle, with other folks moving as the front moved on that last night, when utter chaos erupted.
The first time Aely told this story, it was at Tarquin’s request – something she took extremely seriously from him, being that he’s known for being the Rider’s Official Bloody Long Storyteller. That he’d have enough faith in her to tell this, a story that was still having major repercussions in Azeroth and Northrend, was a huge boost to her confidence.
And, in a way, it was the kickoff point for that event being even more personal for her. Because of The Longest Night, she wears the Black and Red of the Riders. That longest night was the night of October 27-28 of last year, and so last night Aely threw a party to commemorate a year since its passing. A year that Stormwind still stands, and that the fight against the Lich King continues.
This is the speech she gave (from the chatlog of last night):
Aelflaed hops up on the cannon, levering herself off the corner
Aelflaed raises her voice a little, to catch the crowd.
Anyroad – wanted t’ thank ye all f’r comin t’night – ‘specially oan short notice f’r some. Some ay ye ken why we’re here, others ‘re jus’ here f’r th’ party – an’ I’m glad f’r all ay ye.
Year ago t’night we saw th’ near destruction ay this city – ay th’ home wha’ we’ve come t’ know – whether by choice air by birth. Streets littered wi’ corpses, only t’ have ‘em rise again.
Started ’bout a week earlier – wi’ plagued grain. All oe’r th’ kingdoms, unmarked crates ay tainted grain showed up – frae ships wha’ nobody could find. An’ like wildfire, it spread – inflictin’ folk wha’ lived e’en throw th’ last plague.
An’ so we set up th’ Pig an’ Whistle f’r a safe house – f’r a place t’ stay wha’ dinnae have th’ ever growin’ horde ay zombies. Nae food wha’ wisnae already procured – nae water wha’ wisnae boiled, an’ a watch w’s set. All hours ay th’ day an’ night folk stood ay th’ pig. Some sleepin in’ bunks – some oan th’ floor, an’ all th’ time th’ city fell.
Muir an’ muir th’ plague spread – ’till only th’ Pig stood left, th’ last ay th’ safe houses, an’ e’en th’ Cathedral w’s overrun wi’ walkin’ dead.
Aelflaed points at the water in the harbor behind her.
Th’ water ay th’ harbor an’ th’ canals choked wi’ bodies – stench risin’ ay disease until ye could /smell/ th’ dead flyin’ in.
Stormwin’ w’s a city doomed.
Th’ las’ night w’s th’ Longest Night.
I was there, an’ Jolly, an’ Beltar. Tiforis, Ulthanon, Varenna. Folk we ken an’ folk we dinnae ken stood t’ fight here oan th’ Docks, an’ back in Old Town.
We littered th’ streets wi’ dead, burnin ‘em t’ keep frae walkin again – an’ ’round ’bout th’ third watch, up came a cry. Delion comes flyin’ ’round th’ corner, Banner ay th’ Dawn flyin’ o’er his head an a whole horde ay dead chasin’ after ‘im.
An’ they fell.
An he made it, untouched, t’ th’ stairs ay th’ pig, an’ we put th’ lot ay them t’ rest, burnin’ in the streets wi’ th’ rest ay their murderous, shufflin’ band.
Aelflaed points at the tattered Argent Dawn banner, now scribbled in Common and Darnassian.
Th’ banner made it too.
An somehow, as th’ dawn broke oe’r a half ruined, scorched, stinkin’, disease infested Stormwind… it all stopped. Rays ay sunlight – th’ first’ in weeks – fell oan th’ exhausted faces oan those steps. Exhausted – but ALIVE.
Tha’ mornin’ we swore. We swore oan th’ banner, oan th’ black an’ red, oan our very lives an’ what’er we had t’ swear oan – Never Again.
We swore it then.
A huge chorus of whoops and yells, of “Never Again” in every tongue of the Alliance interrupts the speech. Aely keeps momentum raising her voice over the din.
An’ we swore it oan th’ docks headin’ north. We swore it oan th’ snows ay Wintergarde, an’ th gates ay Ulduar, an th’ frozen rocky outcrops ay th Dragonblight – Facin’ down th’ army ay him who we’ve bound our lives t’ hunt. We swore it then – we swear it now. In remembrance, an’ th’ memory ay wha is behind – an hope f’r wha’ is before us.
‘Cause th’ hounds ay death follow in th’ footsteps ay th’ Bloody Prince – an dog th’ heels ay any wha’ dare t’ stand against ‘im. Good folk, strong – an’ fair hearted. Human an’ Elf, Dwarf, an’ Gnome, an’ Draenei alike. In th’ onslaught t’ fight back Fightin’ t’ secure th’ folk back home. F’r th future. F’r wee ones an old ones, an’ lands ay our fathers an’ our kin.
Aelflaed gestures at Naiara Bittertongue, sleeping in the arms of her mother.
So we remember ‘em. We grieve, an’ we fight oan. W’s a year ago we fir’s faced ‘im again – an’ it bloody well willnae be annither year ‘fore we clear ‘im out.
Remember tha’, t’night. Remember them – by their names an’ their deaths.
An’ remember – Never again.
Aelflaed hops off the canon.
October 27, 2009 – 10:37 am
Working on NaNo stuff today (hooray for being prepared, right?) as well as getting read for some RP things.
Bullet Style Updates!
- Somehow, after a process that I’m still completely boggled about, I have a level 72 prot warrior. This means that Annie Mae has now passed Angoleth. O.o
- I need to learn how to tank. (I can’t believe I just typed that. Someone send help, the NaNo is doing weird things to my brain.)
- TONS of RP lately with Aely. It’s totally awesome and making me look forward to logging in every night. (So much RP, in fact, that I can’t get involved with all of it, or I will explode. How cool is that!)
- In the RP vein, big event tonight that Aely is kinda running. Should be fun!
- This NaNo thing is kind of crazy – the more I plan, the more ideas I have. Meaning I have to, you know, choose. I’m not sure I like choice. But I think I’ve settled on what I’ll be writing. It’s novel-length, but not fiction, since both of the potentially do-able fiction length pieces will need more than another 3 days of planning. (And no, that’s not a cop out – it just takes longer than that for me to solidify a plot into an actual sequence of events that I can write about, especially when my brain is acting like a bouncyball.)
- I’m crocheting a monsterAnd knitting an alien Yep, it’s definitely Hallow’s End.