On the Move!

Well, I've finally taken the plunge. I've been spreading myself far too thinly for a long time, so I'm bringing all my points of access into one location.

If you want to read the kinda blogs you read here, then you'll have to turn your RSS feeds and bookmarks to: this link.

If you want it all, aim at my blog.

You will find all parts of my efforts combined into a big mixed blog. The categories will separate it into the old familiar content streams, so take your pick.

This is one of my first php-based web design efforts, so expect a little rough on the edges. I've integrated a blog, a forum and a wiki (as well as I could) to allow a better place for feedback rather than blog comments and to have a place where explanations can grow and evolve as my understandings of the world do.

I hope you like it and humbly invite you to join in the fun!

Fang

Alcoholism

I can't say I'm that surprised.

Oktoberfest has been so popular that it threatened the fabric of our universe.

I mean really...a pet¹ that you can only see drunk? I've got a bridge at Orgrimmar to sell you if you believe that one. Oh and if you haul and sell enough beer, they let you buy a mount. But a ram? Why not something kewl, like a racing nightsabre or a plane?

Or something you can only ride when you're drunk.

I mean really....

Voíd

¹ Mine is really cute though.

Stalking the Light Fantastic

Today's topic is stalkers.

You know, you are a little too nice to someone who ought to be on medication and all of a sudden they think you are their bestest friend. Or worse, your passionate lover.

They can get a little creepy.

The worst situation is when you're a 'too nice' girl and he's a 'shut in' passive aggressor. You can't just leave; he pleads that you are 'too nice' to abandon him like all those other [expletive deleted]. Somehow the spirit that moves him gains an ethereal connection to your spirit and now, even when he isn't with you in Azeroth, he plagues you so. He starts ending everyone contact with, "love," no matter how often you remind him that your relationship is purely 'professional'. He forever wants to group with you and won't leave alone anyone you might group with who's male. Your friend and guild avoid you. Life becomes one long trial to spoon-feed his fragile ego. Complimenting his impenetrable writings, 'playing along' with his fantasy life; and then there are the come-ons.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any creepier, you learn to regret a casual, one-nighter that he takes for a soul-rending proclamation of eternal bond. And he wants to do it again...only different. He wears you down, one day making you massage is ego (or he'll 'let' your friends know how nasty you are), and on another giving you numerous gifts (which you can't use and only he thinks are good). And on a bad day, you let him....

I'll stop there.

How do you escape? Do you, like (what was it?) five other girls who died while being his girlfriend (well one had a grandmother die), 'pass away'? Maybe you (apparently) quit the adventuring life, disappearing completely? (Like a few more of his former girlfriends.) How can you? "You're so nice, you'd never abandon me like those other [expletive deleted]."

Well?

I had this happen to a close comrade, almost word for word. I schooled her and supported her when she simple sent, "Don't talk to me anymore," and began to block out all contacts and thoughts of him. Not very easy when he is suddenly joined by others, too numerous to mention, moved by the same spirit as he. How he plagues what friends he hasn't driven off to contact you in his stead. What about how he lambastes the friends of yours he knows of.

Even I did pony up the gold for the chance for you to travel to another dimension.

Deathie (Formerly of Sisters of Elune, now...I can't say. You know why.)

p.s. The nice thing is that the powers that watch over us will seek retribution should you report him for speaking to you following this. But, WTF?

When the Spirit Moves Me

The Spirit that Moves Me is conflicted. Apparently, amoung the spirits of the realm, there is call for an 'All Out War'. They hasten to encourage their vessels, and those of others, to making it clear they are participants in this movement. Turning the whole realm into a veritable feast of wanton slaughter.

If it were that simple, we could grimace and bear it, but....

But the civilians and townspeople, wholly innocent of this movement, also become targets. And this is where the problem lay. 'People' like me need this infrastructure! I have business with them and needs that only they can fulfill. Dead, they leave me, and many others, at a loss for things to do.

One friend (a priest no less), suggests that with each 'small-town raids' a contingent of Horde Guards should launch an attack on Stormwind or Ironforge (whichever is relevant); the reasoning is that those capitals will be unguarded while their 'heroes' sack these minor prizes.

Amoung the pathetic legions of the Alliance, I hear howls of, "If you don't like it, don't take part." As if it were so easy. Some knowledge of other dimensions prompts these spirits to urge that it works well. The Spirit that Moves Me finds falsehood in the 'burnt out' sources of this knowledge, how I know not.

Being on the fence, the Spirit that Moves Me speaks to me saying, "They shouldst travel dimensionally to realms more catering to their needs." It has a point. Aren't there better world for those seeking both community¹ and valor².

Back in a Fortnight
Deathie of Sisters of Elune

¹ Role-Playing
² Player versus Player

The Future is on the Horizon

So it has come down through the guildvine, a new world has been discovered. Well, an old one rediscovered.

Many diligent sailors, like those who first braved the maelstrom to discover the sea and air routes we take between Azeroth and Kalimdor, have discovered the realm from which the Scourge assail us. Not as far as you might think, off the Whispering Shore lay the continent of Northrend. A very short trip from the Whispering Shore would take you into the heart of the Howling Fjord via Daggercap Bay. It is from this staging point that wave after wave of Scourge have spewed forth onto Lordaeron turning it into what we have today.

Likewise I hear that a pathetic band of pirates of the Alliance have also discovered this new land. Sailing east into the Mist's Edge, the encountered the Coldarra of the Borean Tundra. This places very near the Frozen Throne (which many of us thought destroyed with most of the continent), so my advice is to stay away!

Still, intrepid as well as fetid sailors ply the waves seeking safe trade routes to ferry only the richest and most foolish to these dark shores. No doubt some will be found by next year.

I'll wave to you from the docks!

Deathie

Big Stink in the Outlands

It seems some friends of mine are having a hard time in the Outlands.

One of them had found a way to use the Shartuul Transporter to possess a number of demons. (Luckily no one disturbed his real body while he was gone.) With these 'new bodies,' he fought his way to the honest-to-badness, real Shartuul. His final possession was a Shivan Assassin with three different forms.

That was when the trouble started.

Apparently a dastardly duo of wimpy Alliance were in the area, watching and waiting. When they saw the Shivan Assassin summon the great and terrible Shartuul, they attacked! Silly Alliance, they couldn't hope to defeat Lord Shartuul, and died quickly.

Once this was out of the way, Shartuul fell quickly before the cunning strategy of the Shivan Assassin's possessor. All that was left was to claim the spoils!

Here is where it gets evil.

Apparently, those two Alliance dregs weren't so dead that they couldn't steal the prize swag from the fallen Lord. My fel-possessing friend had little he could do as these weasels pilfered and ran.

Calling upon divine intervention was even of no help. Such a travesty only befits those Alliance swine. Well, I can't call them swine because that defames pigs too much, but you get the idea.

Needless to say, this caused quite an uproar. Many pleas were heard and unanswered. Doubtless the powers that be weren't so beneficent that day. I also heard some sniveling Alliance clan was touting their own evil actions and thumbing their collective nose at everyone.

Funny how adharma can catch up to you.

The entire Alliance guild of whiners disappeared with no word of their return and my friend was restored his prize.

Funny how things work out in the end!

See you in thirteen,
Deathie of Sisters of Elune

A Deadly Night Out

It was a wonderful night, last night. Over on Sisters of Elune, Delacroix gathered together more than 50 undead friends and made a run on Iron Forge. It was a blast!

I was late getting back from work, so I was behind for most of the trip. After crossing the wetlands as a short-cut, I caught up with the mob as the crossed into Loch Modan. They quickly dealt with the North Tower and moved on to Thelsamar. After clearing the town, awards were given for role-play. (I finally got a chance to test an Alliance mailbox - no, it doesn't work for the Horde.)

From there we trooped down to the based of Iron Forge's 'ramp.' This was the point where the Alliance finally made a concerted effort to interfere. During the melee, I broke my rule against going PVP; that druid was just too easy. Of course the female elfin rogue probably felt the same way about me.

Still, we persevered. Morale reached it's breaking point two-thirds of the way up the 'ramp.' Undaunted, I began to forge my way forward (pun intended). Death after death, I inched my way into Iron Forge. Funny thing, you can rez in the pit under the auction house and not draw the attention of the guards.

Still, my goal was closer to the Great Forge. I used my knowledge of the layout of the citadel to take a shortcut, rather than walk the Forge itself. That's when I ran into my buddy, the king. Here we are together:


See you soon!
Deathie