Written by | Posted October 24, 2014 – 12:01 pm Elevation

Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

Actually, it was white linen pants and a shift, but the effect was approximately the same. The little chapel was warm, on the edge of …

comment 4 Written by on September 16, 2009 – 12:31 pm

This is something of an “in medias res” post, the beginning of which isn’t actually written, and probably won’t be (at least Aely’s part, Annalea’s is written).  The original idea was conceived by Falconesse over at WTT:RP (the creator of Annalea) and we wrote it together.  Yes, she’s also an Anna, and since we have the same RL name as well, it proves to be VERY confusing sometimes!


The noise from upstairs thinned as the Pig’s patrons drifted off to their beds.  The cats padded out, plated boots thumped away, all of them leaving in ones and twos until the only sounds coming from above were the click of dog claws on the wooden floor and the occasional clink of a glass being refilled.

Annalea closed the ledger and stacked her leftover mail into a pile.  It would still be there in the morning.  Not like Tarq’s going to amble in and have a sudden urge to open letters and mess up my system. She stood and stretched, her back groaning in protest after the hours she’d spent down here, hunched over the desk, or out in the lab, bent over her vials.  It felt good to get up, to climb the stairs and emerge from the gloom of the cellar into the kitchen’s warmth.

“Trying again, eh?”  Stephen sat on a low stool, sharpening his knives.  He’d been puttering around earlier tonight, prepping for breakfast, when she’d cloaked herself in shadows and peeked out the door to see who was in the main room.

“It’s quieter now.  I don’t suppose you can leave out a loaf of bread and some cheese before you go, can you?  I have a feeling we’re going to need it.”

He followed her gaze up the short flight of stairs, to where they could just see Aelflaed’s hand curled around her glass.  “She’s got a head start on you.”

“I know where Reese keeps the good bourbon.  I’ll catch up.”

He grunted.  “I’ll leave a pot of coffee ready to go, too, in case either of you decide to sober up ‘fore dawn.”

“Good man.”  Anna patted him on the shoulder as she passed.  She paused a moment in the doorway, watching Aely lift her glass to her lips and frown as she discovered a distinct lack of alcohol in its depths.  It was as good a cue as any.  Anna strode up the last couple of steps and reached behind the bar, feeling far into the back until her hand closed around the bottle she sought.

Aely looked up as she rummaged around, blinking muzzily at her.  “Evenin’, Annie.  I dinnae ken ye were still here.”

“It’s a good thing I am,” she said, snatching two glasses from where David Langston had left them to dry before he left for the night.  “Looks like you need a refill.”  The bottle made a satisfying [i]thunk[/i] as she slammed it down on the table and took a seat across from the red-haired paladin.

“Wha’s ‘at, then?”  Aely tilted her head and squinted at the faded label.

“This bottle’s probably about fifty years old, out of Tyr’s Hand from before the wars.  Back when they liked us.  I figure, this is as good an occasion to drink it as any.”

“An’ Reese willnae min’?”

“If he yells, I’ll pay him double its worth.”  She uncorked it and poured two generous glasses.  Aely took hers and raised it in a mock toast.  Both women drained their glasses and spent a moment wincing as it burned down their throats.

Then they grinned the grins of people realizing just how fine the liquor in their glasses must be, and Aely reached forward to pour two more.

“I’ll go halfsies wi’ ye if he sees fit t’scream an’ screech.  Though,” she paused and peered at Anna.  “I dinnae think I caught wha’ we’re breakin’ owt th’good stuff f’r, precisely?”

“I couldn’t help overhearing a bit of the conversation from earlier tonight.  Seems you and I have something in common these days,” said Anna.  Then she sat back, looked pointedly at Aely’s hands, devoid of their rings, and waited.

The paladin arched an eyebrow, taking another sip of the bourbon. “Oi…’sat so? I’d nae heard owt – bu’ I’ve nae been ’round much eyther.  Sommat happen twixt ye twa, air jus… naught?”

Anna shook her head. “More the latter, really. It might be easier if we’d fought.”

“‘s truth – an’ I’ll drink t’ tha’. Naught like embracin’ th’ slow an’ inevitable t’ shake up a min’, ayeh?” She tipped her glass towards Anna’s before taking another swallow. “Tyr’s Hand, eh? Who’d ay ken distillin’ would sae suit th’ Scarlets. Still burns like th’ normal stuff, bu’ smooth’s silks after.  Tha’s a fair bottle.”

Anna tipped her glass as well. “Yep – you’d never know it for the crackpots they turned out to be, but the old stuff they bottled is pretty wonderful.”  She swirled the amber liquid, watching it cling to the edges of the glass. “How long then?”

“Friday. An’ I’ve left everythin’ yet bu’ nae wearin’ th’ bloody ring. Tha’s vaulted, ’till I c’n think on th’ proper thing t’ do. Ye?” Aely drained out the last of her glass as Anna reached to pour them both another round.

“Couple of weeks.  I kept talking myself out of it, then back into it, then out again.  I’m still not sure it was the right thing to do.  I mean, it was, but…”  She trailed off a moment, then shrugged.  “I’ll be thinking that way a while yet.  How’d you tell him?”

Color rose in Aelflaed’s cheeks. “Cannae say ‘m fair proud t’ admit, bu’ w’s all I could do, really. Sent a letter.  Been our only way t’ talk f’r awhile, so I s’pose ‘s nae so far off.  Wrote it ’bout a week ago, an’ finally go’ th’ stones t’ mail it; figured it’d go wi’ nae response, bu’ I heard back th’ next morn.” She looked down at her hands again, as if searching for something that wasn’t there. “Nae bu’ a simple farewell. ‘S truth – pissed me off.  Bu’ I cannae blame ‘im eyther. He’s nae been ’round in months, an’ dinnae have much t’ lay ’round anyroad, an’ wha’ did, I’ll get Bess Cross t’ keep packed f’r ‘im.”

“Now, ‘s jus’ t’ keep myself to wha’ I said, y’ ken? Like, I’m nae sure I’d be fair sighted ‘f he appeared here t’morrow. ‘m still – like ye said – nae sure w’s righ’.  Certainly dinnae feel any better f’r doin’ it, thow there’s sommat t’ certainty. Still, I cannae sleep righ’, knowin’ f’r sure he’ll nae be there when I wake, an’ knowin’ I’m like t’ ne’er see ‘im again.”

Another sip, smaller this time. “Ye’ve told ‘im then, I s’pose?  Sommat mentioned ye’d moved stuff.”

Anna nodded, turning her glass around in a slow circle.  “I took my things back to my apartment in pieces.  When there wasn’t anything left, it just seemed… final, I guess.  ‘Decided’ might be the better word.  Then I sat on it for another day, just in case.”  She took a sip.

When she spoke again, her voice was hushed.  “I went up there, asked if he could take the night.  Even when I was saying it, I kept thinking, Take it back. But I didn’t.  I pressed on with it.  I almost wish he’d yelled, or thrown me out of the room.  Anything.  But it’s Fin. He’d never.  Made it all the harder.”

Aelflaed sighed. “Dinnae think’s e’er easy. Bu’ sure seems t’ be easier ‘f ye c’n say tha’ ye dinnae love, than t’ say love dinnae make th’ difference f’r livin’ like this.”

Screenshots and Second Chances
comment 10 Written by on September 15, 2009 – 8:56 am

It’s odd how much of a difference that faction change made in how I view this character.  She doesn’t feel like a “reskin” or a “retcon” – she feels completely new.  Maybe it’s the mohawk.

What’s that? Screenshots or it didn’t happen?

Either way though, I’m thrilled to have her at 80.  And very very glad that I had epic and winter flying before I transferred her (and kinda wishing I’d stocked her up with level 80 BoE items).  I did buy a few things, mostly to replace the awful level 70 stuff I am so tired of looking at, and crafted a few other things.  Tailoring is going to take me forever, but at least I can make mooncloth and such now!

I’ve not respecced yet, because I want to see how good/bad healing is with this hybrid smite build.  Mostly because I don’t have the cash to dual spec just yet, and that means more soloing.  Eventually she’ll be full Discipline.

Because Disc is Bullshit, amirite?

Site Outage and Updates
comment 3 Written by on September 14, 2009 – 2:53 pm

Apologies for the downtime today – things should be fixed and ready to go.

Unfortunately, due to tinkering around with it, I don’t have a level 80 ding screenshot for you (from Anzefi) – but here’s hoping tomorrow will be one!

An Odd Sort of Remembering
comment 5 Written by on September 11, 2009 – 11:20 am

This isn’t a WoW post (well, it won’t start out as one), but just something that’s been on my mind this morning.

Today’s date is one that gets tossed around a lot. And, to be honest, it’s hard for me to hear September 11th without thinking about the difference that day made in the world in general.

But… this year, September 11th marks a very different sort of occasion for me in particular.  One that was just as life-altering, though admittedly not with the same kind of global repercussions.  Last year, at 6am on September 11th, my husband and I, our two cats, and as many of our irreplacable belongings as we could stuff into my compact car fled north for Dallas, under mandatory evacuation because of Hurricane Ike.  Sometime overnight between the 11th and 12th he battered the Texas coast, with his (probably) category 3 eyewall coming onshore early in the morning of the 12th.

We had no power in our apartment for over three weeks, and our town was closed off by the national guard for over a week of that due to a sewage plant problem.  There was no running water for most of that time either.  And there are still, a year later, random boats in yards and on piers, missing boardwalks and walkways, and many blue tarp roofs.

And the effects of September 11th, 2001 are still around as well.

The WoW universe doesn’t show these types of events well – right now, if you believe Tirion Fordring, they’re rebuilding the Argent Coliseum every week, on the same spot, right on top of Anub’arak’s cavern.

But we’re shortly coming up on the anniversary of the Lich King’s invasion of Azeroth – of the “Zombiepocalypse” and The Longest Night – events that, in the minds of our characters, would be remembered (and which, unlike most dates in the history of Azeroth) have concrete days on which they can remember them.  And, unlike most of the “holidays” in WoW, which are loosely tied to out of game holidays, this one has real meaning to many of our characters.  They were /there/.

The Longest Night – the last night of the Plague Epidemic on Azeroth – ended on the morning of October 28th of last year.  The invasion of Orgrimmar/Stormwind was on November 3rd.

How will your character remember?


October 24, 2014 – 12:01 pm

Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

Actually, it was white linen pants and a shift, but the effect was approximately the same. The little chapel was warm, on the edge of …

Introducing the Newest Anna

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November 19, 2013 – 4:46 pm

Bad things are happening in Stormwind – and beyond.

The Hand of Lothar, they call themselves.

Yva Darrows was their first target.

Tirith and Aely were their second and third.

They have since… expanded their reach and escalated their methods …


November 13, 2013 – 9:59 am

The cathedral bells stop ringing overnight, except for chiming the hours. Three bell strikes, and Angoleth padded softly around another corner of the Cathedral District, staying carefully in the shadows. Trained ears picked up Mogget’s soft breathing – nearly inaudible …

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November 7, 2013 – 1:33 pm

(Written by Jolly, Tarquin, and Annalea)

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(With Tarquin and Annalea)

Once more, four people made their way through the thickets and hills of Lordaeron, this time in the crisp chill of late morning, seeking after the Rider. Aelflaed had snatched what sleep she could while Chryste …

Riders of Lordaeron – Problematic

September 11, 2013 – 9:47 am

(With Tarquin)

She hadn’t wanted to leave Jolly – not so soon after finding him again – but once away, it took about five minutes for Aely to figure out she had a problem.

That problem had just announced that …

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It was an uneasy goodbye for him, but it was agreed by both he and Aely that a stroll back to Hearthglen would not be very easy to explain, nor would the explanation needed for the three Argent soldiers once …

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