Posts Tagged ‘Role Play’


Monday Update

April 20, 2009

Things are a little quiet on my blog right now, mostly due to a number of things going on in-game right now. Lest you think I have forgotten you, here is a brief update on my activities in both realms.

Aleathea: Draka realm

I am back to progression raiding as our ten man team works its way through Ulduar. The trash is more difficult than many of the bosses we have encountered so far in Wrath. This is as it should be. It feels like the old days when raiding was something you did with a skilled team, not random pugs.

Repair bills run 150+ gold per night and the epics are few and far between at this stage. This tends to weed out those who are just there for the free loot and it is a pleasure to spend time once more in the company of dedicated raiders who are there for the challenge. I had missed this more than I realized.

Reant: Cenarion Circle RP realm

I have discovered the pleasure of forum style RP and writing in collaboration with friends. It is like a drug. The high I get from participating in these RP stories is incredibly addicting and I spend a majority of my non-game free time working on them.

Despite everything else going on, I have gotten Reant to Outlands and she will likely arrive in Northrend this week. Leveling has been a bit slower than normal, due to the fact that I get distracted so easily by our in-character guild chat.

You would think me mad if you observed me, glued to my screen alternately laughing and holding my breath as I watch the stories unfold before me. I keep telling myself “Just ten more minutes, then I must log.” But, it’s like trying to leave in the middle of a good movie. Ten minutes later a new twist has developed and you just can’t leave until you find out what happens.

Be warned, fair readers. Do not tread lightly into this world of RP, especially if you have a keen imagination and addictive personality. You will get sucked in faster than you ever imagined. But, oh what fun you will have!

I imagine for the next few weeks my posts will be a little less frequent as I focus on my in-game activities and forum writing projects. I am sure you are busy as well and I hope you are enjoying the game as much as I am. Be well.


Patch Day: Going Shopping

April 15, 2009

Aleathea: Whatup Reant! Been a while since we last met.

Reant: Yea, verily, yea.

Aleathea: So, how you been?

Reant: Forsooth, I am right well.

Aleathea: Forsooth? Nobody says forsooth. What’s wrong with you?

Reant: I am a Role Player, this is how we speak.

Aleathea: Oh, I forgot you were one of them.

Reant: Of a truth.

Aleathea: Pretty exciting night last night, huh? So much to do now! Learn strategies for all the new raid encounters, tweak my specs for min/max efficiency, update my addons, rework my UI…

Reant: *nods absently* Won’t that be nice.

Aleathea: What did you do last night?

Reant: Went shopping in Undercity.

Aleathea: Shopping? On patch day? In Undercity??

Reant: Indeed.

Aleathea: Had some emblems left to spend, eh?

Reant: Emblems? Never touch the stuff.

Aleathea: Buying gems to re-socket for the new encounters then?

Reant: Gems? It is an affront to the Earthmother to disrupt the stones at rest in her bosom.

Aleathea: Earthmother’s bosom … How could I forget?

Reant: Seeing as you are not yet one of the initiated, I’ll let it slide.

Aleathea: You are too kind. So, then, what did you buy?

Reant: *produces a list* Of the Wolf cloaks in both short and long variations, of the Barbarian shield, of the Feathers headdress (for indoor use) and of the Physician helm (for outdoor use) – you can never have too many hats you know. Of the Spikes shoulders and, my favorite, an of the Whale chestpiece, purchased for the bargain price of 99 gold.

Aleathea: You … spent 99 gold on an of the Whale chestpiece?

Reant: *nods happily* The shoulders were a bit pricy at 89 gold, but they matched the outfit.

Aleathea: … I’m speechless.

Reant: My appearance often has that affect. You know, for a hardcore raider you’re not too bad. You should come visit my world sometime. I’ll take you shopping, fix you up a bit.

Aleathea: Fix…ME…up?

Reant: You’re living in the dark ages. Tier sets are so last year. These days, you just meander through the Auction House and buy what looks good on you. Give it a try, you’ll feel like a new woman!

Aleathea: I … think I feel ill.

Reant: It’s all that restricting plate armor. Try going with cloth. It’s better for your health and the environment.

Aleathea: Oh look, invites are going out for Ulduar. Hate to run but, duty calls, you understand.

Reant: Of course. May shadows brighten your path, Paladin.

Aleathea: …


Author’s Note: Lest you thought I was kidding …

 Reant Before


Reant, 250 gold later

Reant, 250 gold later


Diary of a Forsaken: The Last Dance

April 13, 2009

Reflections by Ailia Reant

Northern Kalimdor

The sounds of revelry filled the tavern as raucous laughter mingled with drunken shouts from the dance floor. Across the table, the priest glowered disapprovingly.

Ailia offered her a tankard, “Lighten up, Britta. The war is over; this is a night for celebration.”

At her friend’s urging, Britta relented and accepted the drink. “Alright, but don’t expect me to join in any drunken revelry.”

Grinning, Ailia rose from the table, “You don’t know what you’re missing, my friend.”

Vlod fixed her with a stern gaze, “The war may be over, but until tomorrow I’m still your commanding officer. Don’t make me escort you out again.”

The woman turned wide eyes on him. “You know the incident last night wasn’t my fault, right? The man attacked me. I was only defending myself.”

Britta laughed outright, “You deliberately provoked him, knowing full well the row that would ensue.”

A mischievous sparkle danced in the warrior’s brown eyes. “Damn it, Britta, I can’t get anything past you.”

She nodded to the paladin, “Alright, I promise. No fighting tonight.”

He watched her go with a hint of a smile. “It’s good to see her back to her old self.”

Britta grunted, “I spend more time healing her than the rest of the company combined. I swear that woman attracts trouble wherever she goes.”

His smile broadened to a grin, “She does indeed. Still, I’d rather see her brawling in the streets than lost in grief.”

Britta’s expression softened. “Aye, Muldov was the closest thing she had to family. For a while there I feared she would never recover from his death.” She lifted her tankard and took a long drink.

Vlod glanced around the crowded room. “It’s hard to believe tomorrow this place will be empty. Most of the company is going with Jaina to establish a new Alliance base off the southern coast.”

“Have you told Ailia of our plans?”

He grimaced, “No. I didn’t want to face that battle tonight.”

Britta nodded, her thoughts drifting to the night word arrived that the war was coming to an end. The camp had been a flurry of excitement as people shared stories of home and the life they were eager to return to. Through it all, Ailia had remained uncharacteristically silent.

When they questioned her privately about her plans, she shared her intention of returning to Lordaeron.  She spoke passionately of the desperate war waging in her homeland where the remaining survivors fought a losing battle against the Scourge. Britta and Vlod had not tried to dissuade her, but they had no intention of letting her go alone either.

If the horror stories told by the refugees fleeing that forsaken land were true, there wouldn’t be many opportunities to celebrate in the days ahead.

Shaking off a feeling of foreboding, she glanced across at Vlod and followed his gaze to their friend. She had set aside her armor for the evening and wore a simple dress of finely woven mageweave. Her long hair, usually concealed beneath her helm, fell in ebon waves across her shoulders and back. Her movements were more energetic than graceful as she danced to a rhythm all her own. Her face was flushed with pleasure, her eyes sparkled with merriment as she laughed and twirled, completely oblivious to the glances of amusement around her.

Free of inhibition, the woman displayed a passion for life that was infectious. She would balk at their decision, but in the end, she would have to accept it. For months they had fought through hell together.  They weren’t about to leave her now.  Whatever fate awaited them in Lordaeron, they would meet it together.

Sharing a smile, they rose and walked, arm in arm, onto the dance floor. 


Honest Scrap

March 31, 2009

Honest Scrap
As much as I say that I write for me and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says or thinks, the truth is it does matter.  I get a little twinge of excitement every time I see a new comment pop up.  My heart beats a little faster every time I see a trackback to something I’ve written.  My smile gets a little bit brighter each time someone mentions my blog.  So, I was delighted this weekend when Elleiras of Fel Fire and Tessy of Reflections From the Pond both nominated me for the Honest Scrap  award.

Most of you already know the rules, but there are a few non-bloggers who frequent my site so I’ll touch on them briefly.

Upon accepting the award you are to write a post bragging about it.

This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.  The fact that two of my favorite bloggers would consider me for this award is enough to make me blush.

Include a link back to the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim so everyone knows he/she is real.

Links provided above. Both are real, although Elleiras of Fel Fire  is a warlock so take anything she says with a grain of deeprock salt.

Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.

I’m not going to actually tag anyone as most who are inclined to do so have already participated.  Instead, I will take this opportunity to highlight a few of my favorite blogs.

Through the Eyes of Death.  I discovered this blog quite by accident.  Intrigued by the title, I started reading and spent the better part of an afternoon glued to my screen following the adventures of Arrens Caltrains, the Forsaken Rogue.  In addition to his fascinating stories, he offers a series of posts on Role Play delivering practical advice with wit and humor.  My recent foray into the world of RP is due largely to his influence and he serves as a daily source of inspiration and encouragement.

LoreCrafted by Tharion Greyseer.  If you have a question about lore, he knows the answer.  One of the best resources anywhere for those interested in lore, he is also a fantastic story teller.  His writing comes alive on the web page and you feel as if you are actually present observing the events unfold. by Veneretio.  An absolutely essential blog for a tank.  I have an entire notebook full of information I have gathered reading his blog entries and my monitor is covered in post-it notes with quotes from his podcasts.  More than any other writer, he has shaped the player that I am today and I owe him a great debt of gratitude.

Beneath Two Skies.  I have followed Rhoelyn since her first post.  She offers brilliant writing, aesthetic design and extremely practical content.  Although real life has prevented her from being active recently, her blog retains a place on my blogroll and remains one of my all time favorites.

Artisan Level.  Another blog that I have followed from its beginning.  I love the honesty with which she expresses herself and her practical and creative ideas for dealing with guild and raid leadership are a constant source of inspiration.

Voodoo Ventures.  Creative and engaging, her RP stories are a pleasure to read and her lovely screenshots and creative captions always delight the eye.   She has also written a fantastic guide detailing her daily quest route.

The Pink Pigtail Inn.  One of the best writers I have ever had the pleasure to encounter.  She somehow puts into words the things I feel but can’t express.  Her thoughtful commentary on WoW and real life always inspire reflection and I often find myself still considering her words days later.

List at least 10 honest things about yourself.

1.) I am terrified of dogs.  And spiders.  And dead people … which is ironic since I play a Forsaken.

2.) Upon completing my first degree I swore I was done with school forever.  Five years later, I am working on a second degree.  The first is in music.  The second, Medical Coding and Billing.

3.) When I was fourteen I spent six months immobilized in a full body cast.  During that time, I watched Return of the Jedi no less than one hundred times.  To this day, I can quote the entire movie … much to the annoyance of my family.

4.) I hate warlocks with a passion. I rolled a warrior just so I could learn spell reflect and watch them incinerate themselves. (Sorry, Elleiras, nothing personal.)

5.) I freeze up when it comes to anything math related.  Seriously.  My brain just shuts down and goes numb.  This is why you will never find theorycrafting on my site.

6.) I refuse to do the escort quest involving the robotic chicken in Tanaris.  Some creatures don’t deserve to be rescued.

7.) I love Japanese anime music.   Especially those songs performed by Yuki Kajiura.

8.) I am addicted to Goldfish.  The snack food. The cinnamon graham ones are my favorite.

9.) I have no pets.  No plants either.  I had a Beta fish once but I gave it away because it was too needy.  Darn thing actually expected me to feed it once in awhile.

10.) Early in our friendship, I  promised my husband I would never fall in love with him.  We have been best friends for ten years and that is the only promise to him I have ever broken.