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A Letter Goodbye

Posted in Uncategorized on September 8, 2010 by Razorstorm

This is a continuation in Versuvius’ storyline.  Since his last entry, Jizzella’s Homecoming, something very exciting happened.  He returned to the Site of Lessons to meet with Netherbane, and she followed him.  She confronted those there, which lead to a very heated situation between her and Tsunomi, Kharendos, and Araatris.  It ended with Jizella giving him an ultimatum and leaving in a storm.  He left the Site, following her, but never caught her.  The following is a letter that he sends to her after a few weeks of solitude and personal exploration.   If you interact with Versuvius in-game, he has been absent completely for several weeks with no word.

My daughter,

My heart has been heavy since our last meeting. I chased after you as you fled from the Site, but stopped when I realized that I didn’t yet have an answer to your ultimatum.  I’ve taken some time to think, away from you… away from them… just away. 

I look at the world around us, and I think of the world we left.  I have finally come to a conclusion.  The ways we are following do not work.  What have our methods gotten us, but closer and closer to extinction?  How many of our loved ones have been lost?  The Champions of the Light are no closer to defeating the Legion now than they were thousands of years ago. 

Do you remember the road the Orcs built, prompted by the Legion?  The road literally paved in the bones of our people?  I will not let that happen again. I will not see a road on this world paved in the bones of victims. 

I will no longer be a victim.

For our people to have a future, we need those who will carry forth the torch of the light, to hold firm to the traditions of guide our way, and to stay pure.  However, we also need those that are willing to walk in the darkness to face the darkness as an equal.  I firmly believe that this is where my path must take me.  I will be a shield of darkness, against the darkness.  I know what must be done, and I will do this.

I understand what this will cost me.  I know that when our task is done, that there will no longer be a place for me in this world.  If I know that my sacrifice will allow you to live your life safely in the light, I happily pay the price.  I seek no forgiveness, I seek no redemption.  I seek only victory over our foes.  I will carry this burden so that you don’t have to.  I only hope that before I face oblivion, my soul may see your mother one last time.  I doubt it that will happen, but perhaps the light will grant me this one small boon.

I know that you will not agree with me.  I know that you may even despise me for this.  I hope that you will at least recognize that this is a decision that I made for myself.  I was not convinced, and I was not coerced.  I am doing this for you and for our people.  I love you, and this will never change no matter what changes I undergo.  If it is easier for you to think of me as dead, then do that.  You will always be my daughter.  Please, do not remember me for what I have become, remember me for why became it.

With eternal love,

Your father.

Desi de Voodoo Girl

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on August 9, 2010 by Razorstorm

This is an RP entry to provide the backstory to my warlock on Earthen Ring-US, Desdeamona, affectionately called “Desi de Voodoo Girl”.  Yes, I have two toons named Desdeamona.  This one, and my Blood Elf Paladin on Lightinghoof-US.  Don’t judge.  This will also be posted on Desdeamona’s profile on the Earthen Ring RP Network.

Your question hangs in the air.

Across the campfire from you, the young girl sits in a crouch.  The firelight dances along her dark skin, and highlights her stark white hair.  Her thick dreadlocks are tied into a thick topknot and splay out madly.  In the flickering shadowy light they almost look like pale serpents.  Her dark eyes glance at you shyly, slyly, through the tops of the dancing flames, and then return to the strange collection of materials her lap, which she seems to be manipulating deftly, though you can’t quite see what they are, nor what she’s making.

After a moment of silence she answers  you, “So, you be wantin’ ta know why I talk like dis, eh?”  She smiles slightly, her attention still at her work.   “Well, I ‘appen ta be in an accommodatin’ mood t’night, so I jes might be willin’ ta tell ya.”  Her eyes flick up to meet yours and you find suddenly feel pinned in place by a gaze much fiercer and more powerful than one would expect from this small waif of a girl.  “But, first… you gotta say what “dis”… sounds like.” Her gaze drops as she brushes a thick lock of hair out of her face, and you suddenly remember to breathe.  “Well?”

After a few breaths, you say it, “Why do you talk like a… like a troll?”

She let the question hang for a moment.  “You eva’ meet a troll, mon?”

You clear your throat, “Well… um… not really.  I mean, I faced them in battle.  But I recognize the accent from some pirates I heard speaking the common tongue in a tavern down in Booty Bay.  It’s um… very distinctive.”

She smiles broadly, her teeth stand out against her dark skin.  “I suppose it ‘tis, mon.  Very well den.  I spent de last 12 years o’ so livin’ wit de Amani down in Stranglet’orn.  Dats right, mon, I was raised by trolls.” Her eyes flick up to check your response, but she’s careful not to make eye contact this time, for which you are grateful.  They flick back down to her work, then after a moment, she took a deep breath in, the sighed as she looked off to the side, as if accessing the memories was difficult.

“I was a little girl.  Only 5 yea’s old, I t’ink.  I was sailing wit’ mah fada’ on a merchant vessel called “Da Forgotten Maiden.”   My fada’ was a fine saila’.”  She smiled sadly at the memory.  “’E was da first mate, on da ship.  My moda’ had just died from some illness, an’ he didn’t wan’ me left home all alone wit’ nothin’ but my tuta’s an’ se’vants.  So’e decided to take me wit’im.”

“We sailed down de coast from home.  On ah’ way, probably only a day o’ two from ah’ destination, which now I be t’inkin’ was Booty Bay, we run inta’ a terrible storm.  De ship was destroyed.  I rememba’ my fada’ holdin’ onta me, haulin’ me on top a’ some debris.  When I woke up, I was sittin’ in my fada’s lap, next to a small fire, watchin’ da sun disappea’ into de ocean.  Lookin’ back, ‘e shouldn’t ‘a made a fire… cause fires draw attention.  Dat very night, a troll came to ah’ camp an’ attacked us.  He ‘ad terrible magic dat gave us no hope a’ gettin’ away.  I remember tryin’ ta run away, like mah fada’ tol’ me to.   As I run down da beach, I felt like I was runnin’ through thick mud, an ‘e caught me easy.  ‘E was so big.  Bigga’ den any man I eva’ seen.  ‘E scooped me up, an carried me back to de campfire.  He tied me up and made me sit dere and watch as ‘e… as ‘e ate mah fada.”

She sniffled, her dark eyes wet around de edges.  She wiped her tears away with a dirty finger.  I offered her my handkerchief, which she accepted with a smile.

“De whole time ‘e kept tellin’ me ‘bout how ‘e was gonna eat me next.  But when ‘e was done, ‘e was wracked by a terrible headache. Den ‘e put his head in his hands ‘n cried.  When ‘e was done, ‘e looked up and said to me, “Dat was unexpected.” ‘E didn’t eat me, afta’ all. Instead, ‘e carried me back to ‘is home, and tied me up der.  ‘E said ‘e was mah  fada’ now, dat mah fada’s spirit was part o’im somehow from de eatin’.  An ya’ know, I t’ink ‘e was tellin’ da truth.  ‘E raised me as ‘is child.  I worked fa’ ‘im, cleanin’, cookin, doin’ whatevah’ ‘e tell me to.”

“We lived by ah’selves, jes ‘im & me.  ‘E was what you people would call a “witch docta,” an’ ‘e was very powerful, an’ very wise.  Occasionally we’d go visit one ‘a da nearby tribes to trade for supplies, or fa’ ‘im ta meet wit’ da elda’s to discuss t’ings.  Sometime’s we’d get visita’s comin’ ta ask fa ‘is wisdom.  De always marveled at me, called me ‘is “pretty pet.”  Dere was lotsa jokin’ about me bein’ a snack ‘e was savin’ fa lata’.  More den one asked if dey could have a nibble.  ‘E neva’ tol’ dem about de t’ing wit mah fada, o’ how ‘e felt about me, but ‘e made it very clear to all a’ dem dat I was ‘is and ‘is alone, and dat ‘e would rip out da heart o’ any dat touch me.  But dey always made it very clear dat ‘is protection was de only reason I wasn’t da next meal.  Dat’s how I spent the last 12 years.  Livin’ wit ma new fada’, tryin’ not ta get eatin’ by da trolls, by da tigers, by jes about everyt’ing.”

“I always was askin’ ‘im ta teach me ‘is magic, but ‘e neva’ would.  Instead ‘e teach me de magic o’ de plants in de jungle, an’ what ye can do wit’ dem.  I watch everyt’ing I could, and I learn little bits, but nothin’ real.  Den one day, I heard a voice.  A little voice dat offered ta teach me what ‘e wouldn’t.  An’ so I follow da voice to a small cave in da hills.  De voice tol’ me how to draw a strange circle in monkey blood, and tol’ me de words to say to summon ‘im to me.  ‘E gave me what I wanted.  ‘E taught me de magic my new fada’ wouldn’t.  I kept it a secret fa months, learnin’ from ‘im in stolen hours & minutes.” 

“Den one day ‘e found me wit mah new friend. ‘E was furious. ‘E said I what I was doin’ was evil an’ dat ‘e would soona’ eat me ‘imself den see me traffickin’ wit mah new friend.  I said to ‘im dat ‘e got no one to blame but ‘imself.  Dat I had learned more in dose few short months wit’ mah new friend den in my 12 years watchin’ ‘im.  I thought ‘e was gonna kill me right dere.  But ‘e didn’t.  ‘E jes hung ‘is head and said to go.  Get out and neva’ come back.  So I did.  I ran, and I ran until I found da road North.  I knew I needed ta get outa dere quick.  ‘E wasn’t protectin’ me any longa’, so if any a dem other trolls dat be lickin’ der lips at me fa’ 12 years past found me, I was a dead girl.  So I made mah way North, carefully, tryin’ not ta get eatin’ by da trolls, by da tigers, by jes about everyt’ing.”

She took deep, cathartic breath.  You suddenly shake your head, realizing just how focused you’d been.  “An’ das why I talk like dis.  So now you know.  T’anks for listenin.  I know it was a long story.  An t’anks for de handkerchief.  It looks so nice on mah new poppet.”  You’ve been so enraptured by the story that you never noticed that her hands had kept working on the project in her lap the whole time.  She held up a small doll made of plant husks and cloth.  Your handkerchief is tied around it’s throat.  She smiled fiercely. 

“You’ve been so helpful.  Now I need jes one more t’ing from you, but I don’t t’ink you be givin’ it willingly.”

Suddenly very uncomfortable under her piercing gaze, you stammer “Um.. What do you need.  I’m sure we could work something out?”

Suddenly a small… thing… with wings stepped out of the shadows behind her, it’s yes shining with a green fel-glow.  It smiles at you with a wicked grin.  She turned her gaze to the doll, and pulled out a sharp piece of bone from her hair.  “Dat’s de t’ing.  What I be needin’… is your soul.” With that she plunged the shard of bone into the hand of the doll.  Your hand bursts into pain, as if a knife had just been plunged into it.  She waved her hand over the head of the doll, and suddenly you realize you are running, running as far away as fast as you can in stark terror.  A stabbing pain erupts behind your knee and you fall to the ground writhing.  You look up and see her looking down at you, her hair draping down, looking even more snake like than before.

“T’anks for de meal, and de handkerchief, and everyt’ing else.”  And suddenly everything goes black.

Mind Control made me feel AWESOME!

Posted in Uncategorized, Wowcentric, wowcentric with tags , , , , , on July 9, 2010 by Razorstorm

Last night we were running a random dungeon and got the Auchenai Crypts for the very first time. I encountered something I never really have before: Mind Control.  It comes from the Phantasmal Possessor, which are summoned by the Auchenai Soulpriest.  You are controlled for a whole minute!  Keep in mind that I’m the tank.  So not only did I start attacking my team mates, but all the mobs go crazy.  So why, you ask, did I feel so awesome? Because I scared the crap out of my teammates!  I swear I got bigger!  And yes, I know its bad that I take a little glee in the fact that I almost ate our healer, but I really have a little giggle to myself at the image of my bear tearing apart our team.  Why? Because I felt badass!  There I was, my big-bear self, tearing aroung the room mauling the clothies!  I so often am used to getting totally pwned in battlegrounds that I think I’ve developed a complex that I’m this lousy, undergeared, wus.  It gave me a small amount of satisfaction that when thrown against  other toons that aren’t twinked out for pvp, I eat their face.

Was it mature? No. Was it a good team mind-set? No.  Did I still giggle like a 12 year old? Yes.

RAWR!

-Razorstorm

Ending their World: I finished the Draeni Starting Zone!

Posted in Uncategorized on May 23, 2010 by Razorstorm

Yesterday I completed the climactic quest for the Draeni starting zone, Ending Their World, on my new Draeni shaman, Versuvius.  This is a quest given to you by Demolitionist Legoso over at Vindicator’s Rest. Apparently it is only available to Draeni players, which is only appropriate.  It also appears, according to some discussion on Wowhead about this quest, that you have to also have completed What We Know, though it appears the quests following that are optional.  Ideally you do What We Know, followed by What We Don’t Know, then Vindicators Rest, and then you can complete a much of Clearing the Way while doing Ending Their World.

This quest is awesome!  I think its the coolest escort quest I’ve seen so far.  (Note: I’m sure there’s some better one out there, I just haven’t done it)  You are escorting Demolitionist Legoso to the Vector Coil, which the Blood Elves are using as a generator of some kind.  The area is swarming with elite Blood Elves.   You really need two people to do it, though Demolitionist Legoso is totally badass.  He will tank, he will heal, and he will generally pound in some pretty Blood Elf faces.  And then, he blows up the Vector Coil.  Now you have to slay the Blood Elf leader, Sironas.  What’s awesome is that Sironas looks alot like you.  She’s an Eredar.  I honestly can’t remember if that had been revealed before hand, but I apparently missed it, so it was an exciting revelation to me!

Sironas getting ready to do something epic! ... Ya know... she's kind of hot!

You then press ahead up and around the Vector Coil.  You see Sironas standing siphoning energy from the Vector Coil, standing at the focal point of 3 electrical arcs.  You kill a bunch of the Blood Elves protecting her, and then you go after her.  Though it is not timed, it has the feeling of the classic trope “Beat up the goons before the villain completes their master plan.”  She turns to face you, and then grows.  I mean she grows really big!  And then you get to kill her, all epic-like.  When you’re done you head back to Blood Watch to turn it in. 

Here’s the part I wasn’t expecting.  After turning in the quest to Exarch Admetius, as you walk out of his building at the top of the Blood Watch hill, you are greeted on both sides by all of the warriors of Blood Watch and every important NPC you’ve met so far: The Triumvirate Hand from there at Blood Watch, the fishing girl you greets you on your way to Azure Watch for the first time, High Chief Stillpine, and lots of citizens… and at the end of the aisle is the Prophet Velen.  He thanks you and proclaims you a hero of the Draeni people.  Obviously this made use of phasing, which is just so darn cool!

All I can say is, WOW!

If you are rolling a Draeni, do NOT skip this quest.  Do NOT leave the starting zone until you’ve done this, or at least come back at level 20 to do this quest.  You are missing out if you do. 

-Razorstorm

(NOTE: The screenshots are not my own.  I ripped them shamelessly from Wowhead.  I really need to remember to take more screenshots of the awesome stuff that happens.)

Children of Cataclysm: a letter to Raid Warning Podcast

Posted in Uncategorized on May 21, 2010 by Razorstorm

I wrote an email to the guys at the Raid Warning Podcast, and then realized that it would make a really good  blog post.  So here it is, exactly as I sent it to them.  Share your thoughts on the subject of how “Children of Cataclysm” will experience the game.  If you haven’t listened to Raid Warning, do it.  They are a ton of fun!  Find them at www.raidwarning.net.

Dear Raid Warning,
This is a response to a discussion from Raid Warning #43, your discussion about what a new player will experience after the Cataclysm hits.
BTW- I love the show guys.  I especially appreciate your round tables. I’ve been listening for several months now.  Keep it up.  You have a nice balance of quality content discussion, and fun screwing around.
 
I am a “Child of Wrath,” a player who didn’t join the game until WOTLK was out.  I didn’t buy the expansions immediately, but rather as I’ve leveled, so I think I have a pretty good idea of how Blizzard handles this.
 
Changes made to the world at large are experienced by anyone with the Vanilla set.  Buying the Burning Crusade expansion opened up the higher level cap, unlocked Jewelcrafting as a profession option, unlocked the Draeni and Blood Elves as races options, and unlocked the new areas introduced with Burning Crusade, namely the Draeni starting zone, the Blood Elf starting zone and Outland.  If I tried to hop on the boat from Auberdine to Azuremyst before I purchased Burning Crusade, as I indeed did try to do, I receieved a little message saying “This area is only available to players with the Burning Crusade exansion.  However, any changes made to the Old World over time were still experienced by me just like anyone else with all of the expansions.
 
Buying Wrath of the Liche King unlocked the higher level cap, Death Knights, and the Northrend areas.  Again, any changes made to the Old World over time were still experienced by me just like anyone else with all of the expansions.
 
Based on these experiences, here’s how I expect things to go down for “Children of the Cataclysm” who buy Vanilla after Cata hits, or anyone that doesn’t immediately buy the expansion.
  • Vanilla will continue to be sold as the starter.
  • Any map area that has existed previously will be still be accessible in its new and altered form.
  • Obviously any mechanical changes to classes and races.
  • You will still need BC or WOTLK to access the Draeni and Blood Elf starter zones, Outlands, and Northrend.  You will also need those expansions for the introduced races and professions and expanded level cap.
  • When you buy Cataclysm, only then will you get access to the 85 level cap, the new races, the new race/class combos, archaeology, and any Old World map areas that did not previously exist in Vanilla.  You will not be able to enter Gilneas unless you have the expansion.  I also wager that some other areas will be added that you will not be able to enter unless you have the expansion.
So really, unless I want to play Worgen, Goblins, or the new race/class combos, a new player could very easily buy Vanilla and need nothing else until they hit level 60.  They will still be able to explore the very altered Old World, with the exceptions of areas that are newly introduced.  This is how it was handled with the Blood Elf starting zone, which is on the same Old World continent, and accessible from the plaguelands.  You just couldn’t cross the magical line unless you had the expansion.
 
From a marketing standpoint, I expect they will either continue to sell the current battle chest, and force you to still buy WOTLK and Cata seperately, or they will put Vanilla, BC, and WOTLK in a new, larger and more expensive, battlechest.  Or maybe they will create a Battle Chest 2, where they combine WOTLK and Cata.  Interesting possibilities.
 
Just wanted to share my thoughts. 

Recently Obsessed with Lore: Story of Arthas

Posted in Uncategorized on May 11, 2010 by Razorstorm

Okay, so lately I have become quite obsessed with WoW Lore.  I have been skewing my voracious appetite for WoW media, (blogs, podcasts, etc) to favor stuff that is dripping in lore (Mmmmm… lore drippings… yum).  It actually begain about a month ago when my wife and I spent several hours watching some YouTube videos about Arthas.  I feel the need to highly recommend the 12-part series “Story of Arthas” by Glyndis08.  It is a artfully strung series of cinematics and game sequences from Warcraft 3 that shows Arthas’ arc from paladin to Lich King incredibly well.  I totally recommend watching them.

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I highly checking out this well done sequence.  I really feel like I finally got a good grasp of the Lich King storyline. 

More posts to come on my exploration of WoW lore and role-playing.

-Razorstorm

Lyrical Screenshots (thanks Anea!)

Posted in Uncategorized on May 11, 2010 by Razorstorm

Thanks to my friend Anea at Oh Look an Alt, I have something fun to put up.  I’ve been very distracted lately, mostly with rolling a new toon on Earthen Ring and role-playing.  Oh, and getting a new job.  So anyway, very distracted. But this was a fun way for me to get back on the blog horse!

So… post a screenshot and attach some song lyrics to go with it.  Here goes!  It’s an old pic, but I love it so!

Look for the Bear Necessities, those good ole Bear Necessities! Forget about your worry and your strife! I mean the Bear Necessities, or Mother Nature's recipes, that bring the Bear necesities of life!

 -Razorstorm