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.
October 26, 2009 – 11:33 am
TJ wrote a really excellent post about lying on the internet. You should go read it (then come back, please!) I started to leave a comment and then realized that it would be as long as her post, so better served to put it here.
World of Warcraft is just a game, right? And not only is it just a game, but it’s just a game on the /internet/ right? It doesn’t matter what you tell people, it’s the internet, who cares!
Hopefully you guys all know better, but it doesn’t quite work like that.
It’s a game where you interact with /people/. And just like when you’re at the mall, or in the airport, or at a giant convention, you have no idea who you’ll meet and when.
“But Anna, some people on the internet are /bad/. I can’t tell them the truth!”
… well duh.
Obviously you wouldn’t tell some random stranger on the bus your full name, age, address, and phone number. In the same vein, you also don’t want to tell some stranger on the internet the same things. (And if someone you don’t know in either situation starts asking you really personal questions like that? Run away.)
Not telling someone something is /very/ different than lying to them.
Choose to say “I’d rather not share that” rather than making something up. Why? Because not disclosing something won’t come around to hurt you, but making something up can.
A little while ago there was a blogger who claimed he/she worked for Blizzard on one of the class development teams who then was revealed to have been a string of different people, none of whom ever worked for Blizzard (and none of whom were the woman in the pictures supposedly of the blogger – that had, in fact, been stolen).
An “innocent lie”, right? Obviously they were just trying to get credit for their articles about playing certain classes.
Except that when they were revealed to be a phony, a lot of their articles were called into question as well, even though they were quality writing and had nothing wrong with them.
As soon as you create a precedence for distrust, you lose trust about /everything/.
I choose what to reveal about myself based on what I’m comfortable having out on the Greater Internets At Large. You have no idea if I am who I say I am, other than that you trust me as a writer and blogger to not be a phony – and I take that trust very seriously.
It doesn’t matter whether or not you think the person you’re lying to can catch you. (Do you really think you’re smarter than everyone else you meet, especially on the internet where SO much can be tracked?) Eventually, lies about what you have and haven’t done, who you have and haven’t run with, instances you have and haven’t tanked/healed/dps’d, raids you have or haven’t been on will catch up to you – and when it does, you stand a good chance of losing any and all credibility you might’ve had.
You might be able to do a fine job in that group, but if you lied to them about having been in a guild, or having done it before, and they find out?
Chances are you’ll get booted from the group, or not invited back.
I’m sure most of us have heard of or known someone who lied about his or her age when they first met someone, trying to appear older (or younger) to seem more attractive, only to have relationship issues when they revealed that no, they had been lying.
The internet isn’t all that different.
Choosing what you tell or don’t tell people is wise. Protecting yourself in an open environment like the internet, where you never know who is watching? Smart move, and something I do all the time.
Just don’t attempt to “protect yourself” by lying about it, because when you do?
Everything else you’ve said will come into question, and that’s not a fun position to be in.
This post is partially spawned by a conversation I had with a young player in general chat, who wanted me to believe that he was 13, and that he could “prove” it with a MySpace page – but that he’d lied about his name and location because he “wasn’t that dumb”. My point that his admitting to lying about one thing calls into question anything else he said was, thankfully, well taken.
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October 24, 2009 – 10:51 am
One of the cool things about getting incoming links from other sites is that they bring in an audience of folks that don’t normally hang out here in my little palm-frond covered corner of the internet.
Of course – sometimes that means those folks aren’t familiar with RP, especially if they’ve been playing on a PVE-normal or PVP-normal server for the entirety of their time in Warcraft, and haven’t ever really thought about roleplay at all (other than the MMO-RPG part). One of those folks had the courage to ask me, flat out, about RP (though he or she didn’t actually leave their name), so instead of leaving my answer buried in the comments, I’m going to tackle it straight up.
I’m gonna be frank and just ask… What IS RPing?
Is it a series of carefully planned scripts people follow ingame? Do you talk with a medieval accent? Do you wear greens and grays to role-play characters? Please Help!
Dear Unsure –
Roleplaying is nothing more than approaching our characters in game as though they were actual people living in an actual world. Rather than just being “toons”, they have personalities and histories.
- Sometimes that means simply having a loose idea of where a character came from. If you play a Forsaken character, it might be something like knowing who they were before they died, or how they broke free from the Scourge.
- Sometimes it means setting up big “player created” quests and events in game. These events can involve just your character or your entire guild – or even the entire server. They might just be a big party (like the one I’m throwing on Tuesday to celebrate a year since the Zombie Invasion of Stormwind), or they might be more serious.
- Sometimes it means writing stories about them (I have a lot of those up at the Story Archive link at the top of the page). Those stories can be long or short, serious or humorous.
- Sometimes it means that we sit around like old friends, getting drunk and telling stories in the local bar, where everyone knows us, but where we welcome and enjoy the company of new friends as well.
You should check out my sidebar of links about RP, or go check out the world of warcraft official page about realm types and RP servers to get more information. In fact, they have one of the best short-definitions of RP I’ve seen:
If you choose to play on a Role-Playing realm, you should act and speak as your character would in the World of Warcraft setting.
However, it does NOT mean that we sit around talking in a medieval accent.In fact, this is one of the most persistent stereotypes about warcraft RP, and it is almost 100% false. I’ve met a lot of people in the last four+ years of roleplay, and I have never met ANYONE that said “Forsooth!” in a roleplay situation.
It also does not mean that we are incapable of raiding, pvping, or progressing through content. In fact, some of us even raid in a roleplay environment – and are pretty successful at it (progressing through ToC 25 heroic). Our (mostly) Fearless Leader, Tarquin ap Danwryith, wrote an excellent post on how RP Raiding works, if you’re interested.
It’s something we do in WoW – and everyone approaches it a little differently. There are as many different ways to enjoy RP as there are Roleplayers (much the same with raiders and pvpers an any other game demographic).
It also doesn’t mean that we set up elaborate “scripts” for other players to follow, like writing theater. Sometimes we have a “well, this story needs to go this way” clause for things? Kinda like a party planner usually has a list of activities or events. Those don’t define how people react to them or what the final outcome always is. They just give a basic framework to something that’s going on.
Though yes – sometimes we DO wear greens/greys or non-tier armor when we’re not out fighting. (People that wear only “RP clothes” while fighting usually get pretty frustrated with it) Would you want to sit around in a park with your friends while wearing an entire suit of armor and padding, unable to bend half way? I know I wouldn’t! So Aely usually wears pants, a shirt, and a vest, with some leather boots when she’s just “hanging out” – simply because as a /person/, it makes more sense. (Even Knights from the Medieval era didn’t wear armor 24/7)
I hope that helps as a little “basic intro” to Roleplay, Unsure.
I know that we roleplayers get a lot of grief, especially in places that aren’t populated by many roleplayers (or around people that have only ever met some notably unfortunate examples), but we’re not a bad lot!
Keep an eye around these parts early next week for an updated post about resources for a new Roleplayer!