Posts Tagged ‘Rp’

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Aeodh mac Aodh

March 10, 2009

siege_engineA cheerful orange glow issued from the coals as a stocky dwarf pumped the bellows three more times and wiped her forehead on a rolled-up sleeve, grinning. Between the clanging of hammer on iron and the roaring of the wind over the top of the chimney, Aeodh and her father weren’t able to speak, but they did share their excitement in identical expressions of glee as the last piece of heavy-tank armor plating got its final shaping. Tomorrow, the piece would be heaved up against the side of the great war machine being built in their shop and bolted into place. Technically, there were still some minor things to clean up, aesthetic modifications to make, and the final check of all the fittings, but effectively this project was done.

Aeodh resumed pumping as part of the coal bed started to darken, and her mind began to wander. After the first four daughters who took up tailoring with his wife, Aodh Steamsmith had decided that his next child would be a son, one way or another. One more bouncing bundle of joy later and he had Aeodh, his new “son”, wrapped in a blue scrap of wool and handed around the tavern for toasts. It was only about five years ago that she’d really started helping her father in his siege vehicle workshop though, even if she’d been in here “helping” since she was a baby. Truth be told, her first steps were made from her mother’s skirt over to her Pa’s toolbox when Ma wasn’t looking. Her father was just fit to bust with pride when he saw that, and knew he finally had the heir to the family business he’d been hoping for. Read the rest of this entry ?

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In which there was a lot of pondering.

February 24, 2009

Edit: This post is somewhat out of date as of… well, most of Wrath, actually. It reflects ideas based on game/quest/lore design that doesn’t really exist, especially since the chaos of the Cataclysm. It has nothing to do with a world in which Moira Bronzebeard is trying to rule the dwarves or a world in which Garrosh has visited Azeroth and become a faction leader.

While portions of both factions maintain some of the aspects I’ve highlighted here, the broad generalizations are much less accurate than they had been.

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So Etsugal and I were sitting around having lunch yesterday, and somehow go on the subject of Warcraft lore, and how everyone has a side. It was brought up how the Alliance is always seen as the “Good Guys” and the Horde, depending on point of view, are “Bad Guys” or at the very least “Monsters that Don’t Deserve to Live”. From this point, as is natural in rambling conversations about fictional universes that keep us from doing the homework due in two hours, it then branched out and we explored the classic Warcraft villains and heroes and tried to define what exactly we were talking about.

Now, the first way that we tried to define evil was, “Destruction. Ultimate selfishness, something for you on someone else’s tab. (Be it their money, time, or their physical, emotional, or psychological well-being.)” A hero, then, was someone who did things at personal cost for a moral or ideal. One caviot, of course, is that a hero to one side of a situation is often a villain to the opposite side. For example, the Burning Legion are Bad Guys; they want destruction and a world of their choosing at the expense of lots of other people. The Scarlet Crusade has lots of people fighting for a cause that actually does have good intentions, I mean: who doesn’t want to see the Scourge eradicated? On the other hand, they also want to kill us and anyone that isn’t human and part of their order so… Heroes? Sure. My heroes? Not so much.

I liked this because by these definitions, a farmer in the third war just trying to get the harvest in before fleeing the country from the Scourge is a hero. He could flee and be safe, but he knows that the army needs food and so he puts himself in danger for the sake of a greater cause.

And then I remembered a much better explanation of it all…

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Field Book 1: Tauren Skeleton

February 3, 2009

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Tawadikata, “Hawk Eye”, is a tauren hunter on the Silver Hand server who spends her days exploring and taking samples around all of Azeroth. Her studies began as a fascination with the origin of the mesas of Thunderbluff and the banded rocks in the Barrens and have grown to include any kind of Natural History she can track down to examine.

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As I walk in this strange land, the other continent (or as the humans say “Eastern Kingdoms”), I find myself stalking through Alliance-held lands and examining what is there. It is about a fortnight and a half into my journey north from Grom’Gol Outpost in the Stranglethorn Jungle, and last night I stopped just within the sheltering crags of the mountains bordering on Westfall. As I leaned against Shteawa’s tawny side and began to drift off to sleep under his watchful eye and rumbling purr, I heard in the distance a series of lowing sounds.

Fully awake and curious as to the new creature out in the darkness, I hushed Shteawa and crept down the slope toward the sound. As I approached, the lowing got louder; accompanied by twigs snapping, leaves crunching, and a dull metallic clunking sound. I remember thinking to myself that whatever creature this is must either be caught in a trap and fearing for it’s life, exceedingly dangerous, or stupid enough to be unaware of the dangers posed by making so much noise at night. Read the rest of this entry ?

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What happens in the Thousand Needles…

January 20, 2009

This is a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style story. Grab a coin to flip, and read the first paragraph, making your choice and following the instructions at the end of the paragraph to your next part of the story where you will make another choice and continue on. Enjoy!

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You step, blinking, into the sunlight from the shade of the massive mesa above you, wondering what to do. In just the last hour you went from the beloved child of Bloodhoof Village to an orphan, stranded in the Thousand Needles.

Reliving the incident, you recall how happy everyone was as they were walking to Freewind Post on holiday. Singing, joking, the small band was completely unprepared for the centaur attack when it happened. One of the hunters had pushed you off the road into a bush and gone to fight, and when you got back to the road, everyone you knew had died, laid out in the harsh Needles sun and the centaur run away with your food. Well, you won’t last long out here without the supplies, so do you…
Choose to take the road East? Go to 5.
West? Go to 3.

2.

You continue along your path to the North, each step carrying you farther uphill.
Go to 16.

3.

The road stretches before you to the west, hot and dusty. Vultures circle overhead, a short distance off the road, and the oppressive heat makes the air before you shimmer. Suddenly, a crack splits the air! You near leap out of your skin only to realize it was a frightened rabbit crossing your path, the stick it must have broken laying in pieces behind it. You sigh and make to continue on when you notice a game trail off the road that the rabbit came from. Do you…
Stick to the road, it has to lead somewhere, right? Go to 28.
Take the game trail, maybe it’ll take you someplace cooler… Go to 13.

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In the Beginning…

December 30, 2008

So here I am, a brand new blogger joining the ranks of those who have gone before me, hoping that I have at least a few thoughts in my head that haven’t been covered better, and more in depth by other people. I think there’s something there, but before I go and start talking about those things, I imagine it’s awfully pert to leave you hanging with no proper introduction.

So hello! I’m a lot of things, primarily a nerdy gamer girl for the purposes of this ‘blog. In fact, in case you couldn’t tell from the title up there at the top all shiny-like, my main obsession is my bear druid on the Horde side of the Earthen Ring server. I’ve also got a tauren hunter, and on another server a good handful of dwarves whom I love to pieces even if tauren are my usual thing. So far as my bear and his emphasis on this mode of communication though, I’d like to stop here and make one thing clear: I won’t be theorycrafting every last .1% of my threat or survivability and my spec will look a bit odd for a bear because I play the remarkably underpublicized and underappreciated role of “offtank”. Seriously! No wait! Don’t walk away yet, hear me out! See, offtank isn’t a role for the less-experienced or less-loved guys with buckets on their heads anymore, an offtank is a support role. You specialize in versatility and the Oshite button. You know, to the thumblength, exactly what you can put out and stay under the main tank’s threat so if he goes down, Mr. Bignugly goes onto your head and doesn’t rampage about, but you don’t get him prematurely and go down in a puff of smoke because your friends with the green glowy hands couldn’t react fast enough. As a druid, you also have the ability to take over a healer spot in case of emergency, or act as crowd-control, pop your battle ressurect spell, toss an innervate, stack some bleeds, and generally run around mopping up all the little spills that everyone doesn’t notice in the heat of battle. If I ever got stuck as a main tank, see, i couldn’t do any of those things… I wouldn’t be tanking if I tried to, I’d be a little smear of tauren who got out of bear form. Appreciate your offtanks, especially the ones who can be other things when they need to!

Along with being an offtank, I’m also one of those hairy, scary “Are-Pee-ers.” Only, I don’t do it right, see? I’ve never done cyborz or danced naked on a mailbox in my life (Okay, maybe once, but my character was drunk I tell you!). For whatever reason, I seem to try to roleplay as… a person. Like a REAL person. Not the long-lost tauren son of Thrall, or the One and ONLY person who killed Onyxia (nevermind that LOTS of people try to claim that feat). In fact, taken side by side with many “roleplayers” my characters are positively boring what with not having glowing green scars, or demon wings, or even a shadow that goes off on it’s own to do unmentionable things. Ah, well. What’s done is done. Le sigh.

There are other things, like being some kind of walking Lore encyclopedia, and an owner of cats, a draw-er of sketches, stitcher of leather, finder of fossils and minerals, honestly though I think those first two things are the biggies and what I’m going to be writing about. Obviously, of course, I can’t guarantee that I’ll always be on topic (and that sounds dreadfully boring anyway) but I’ll try. Just like I’ll try to update at least once a week. That’s what I’m shooting for. Maybe. We’ll see.

So there we have it- now I’m off to try and spruce this thing up!