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  1. TNG Con... 2018!

    I just want to point out that as far as New Orleans is concerned- the idea was to definitely go during off season when the weather is great, the prices are lower and it's not as full of tourists. Absolutely not during Mardi Gras.
  2. Wild Foraged Foods!

    There are ways to monetize your blog, yes. There are a lot of articles and youtube videos how to do this. Here are a couple. Also, most bloggers these days use their phones! No professional camera needed. There are articles on how to edit your cellphone photos also.
  3. Wild Foraged Foods!

    I remember last year you were doing the bug recipes. You REALLY need to be doing a food blog because your photos, presentation and ideas are outstanding. Frankly, you should consider doing a cookbook also. But definitely blog.
  4. RHTN Usability Poll

    I took the poll, but it has too many abbreviations. Is WQ = world quest? And what is LVM?
  5. TNG Con 2017!

    I did a blog.
  6. Some Writing Tips

    Misuse of 'weary' is a pet peeve of mine. That being said, I've been misusing 'phased' for years.
  7. Break the Bones (set them right again)

    (I love Shokkra so much)
  8. The Mystery Auction Extravaganza

    I loved reading these descriptions, thanks for posting them! Also, LOL- who wrote Kiannis' card?
  9. TNG Con 2017!

    *Dances with Sinlanna* Roomie!
  10. This topic title really caught my attention because I've been going through this for a couple of years now, only in my case, it's much worse than losing interest in a character. I've lost interest in RP. It's something that I've been struggling with for a long time. I've uprooted my main character, Shaelie/Nika, and even tried shaking her world up with having her booted from The Grim and put her in Borrowed Time. I've tried making other characters. But the sad truth is, my interest in RP has fizzled out. I still linger around these forums because RP has been such a huge part of my life since 1998 when I created Nika for a Larp and tabletop group. And anyone who knows me can remember how deep I was into RP back several years ago. I look back on some of my forum threads and wonder what happened. I hope it doesn't happen to any of you!
  11. When Alts Get Together

    I've always had an extremely strict policy that none of my alts knows the other even exists, and they don't know each other on even the most remote level. I'm not even sure why I do this, but it's something I've always been adamant about. The only exception was an alt I created for the purpose of advancing a storyline and it was someone that my character Nika hired. However, once that storyline ended and the job was complete, the two parted ways and have never seen each other again.
  12. Shaelie's Journal

    Heard from Gunheya that Dalaran has moved from Northrend and is now hovering over Kharazan. I've spent the last couple of days here documenting everything and getting pictures. Some areas of the city are heavily damaged. I'm not sure what from.. it doesn't seem like it was structural damage from moving the city because the building are fine, including the towers. Just small, targeted areas like this, but nothing left behind to indicate what happened. All entrances to the Underbelly have been sealed. I find this strange because nothing else is boarded up- the shops are closed for business but not barricaded. I tried looking for the sewer pipe entrance from the outside but I couldn't find it anywhere. I must have overlooked it somehow. There's an art gallery by the toy store.. has it always been there? I don't remember ever seeing it, and it looks new. They must have opened shortly before the move. This is definitely new - it's replaced the area where the open courtyard and fountain used to be in the middle of the city. They've turned it into a building, but there's not much in there right now. It's pretty, though. The bank on the Alliance side of the city had.. problems. All the gold from the personal vaults and safety deposit boxes got dumped into the middle of the room, and some of the citizens are having a fit. They're not allowing any deposits or withdrawals until they get everything put back, and have guards on hand to make sure no one tries to rob them. The bank on the horde side of the city is fine. Very heavy damage at Kraus's Landing. No flights are going in or out of Dalaran right now. Whatever magic they used to move the city, it had some other side effects with people stuck in walls.. Recovery specialists are on the scene getting them out. For some reason, there's a blight wagon outside the Filthy Animal.. Speaking of Filthy Animal, it's closed for business but they do have the kitchen running and they're serving food for residents and workers only. Since we completely destroyed Legerdemain's Lounge when we were fighting that dreadlord recently, they apparently gave it a huge remodel. It looks a lot nicer now. This is one thing I found really strange, though.. the Forge looks like it's been vacant for a long time. Even before the move.. it's the only business that appeared to be completely closed and empty. Strangest of all, though.. I'm not sure Dalaran is finished moving. I haven't heard this rumor from many people- only two mentioned it. But someone said something about, 'when we get to our final destination', and another guy mentioned wondering if they were going to suddenly move again. So the location above Kharazan might only be temporary.. that also might be why they aren't opening up the shops yet, and everyone still seems so on edge.
  13. Fel Bites and Last Rites

    (All the tears.)
  14. Legion: War's Wake

    Shaelie didn't see who exactly rescued her from the battlefield, or what mender had stabilized her injuries enough that she could walk on her own again. Mostly, she was numb. The last thing she had seen was Vol'jin hitting the ground, a glaive pierced through his torso. The ship docked at Bladefist Bay and the group, battered and beaten, prepared to make their way to Grommash Hold. Cobrak hobbled off board, ripping out a spear from his shoulder. "Fuckin'....FUCK...." "Boss! You made it." Nanori congratulated him. Megeda shakily removed his dented and scarred helmet. Numb fingers drop it to the planks of the deck Fadjafwahji pulled off his fel-singed shoulderpads, throwing them over the edge as well. Selash's armor was clearly damaged. Faylea unhooked her broken bow string and tosses it to the side. Shaelie reached up and grabbed Cobrak by the arm, dragging him down to whisper. "Did Vol'jin really fall?" Cobrak looked to Shaelie, and lowered his head. "C'mon...le's find out..." "To the Hold...quickly." Cerryan urged. A large crowd had gathered around the Hold, waiting to hear the news. Fearing the worst. Finally, the door opened and Sylvanas emerged. The crowd grew silent and she stood to face them. "Vol'jin.. is dead." For a long moment, there was utter silence. Only the sound of the wind stirring the dust could be heard. Then the crowd began to murmur. People looked from one to another as they digested this information. Fenlao turned around and vomited. "Why.. Why why why why?" It's her fault.. Nanori collapsed to the ground, and Selash knelt next to her. Fenlao wretched again, dropping to his knees. It's her fault he's dead.. she wasn't watching Vol'jin.. she was too focused on Varian! Shaelie's teeth were clenched so hard, her jaw creaked, and her face was flooded with tears. IT'S HER FAULT! It was everything she could do to keep the words inside. To not hurl accusations at what was now their new Warchief. She looked as much angry as grief stricken, and without a word to the rest, turned and took off. Shouldering her way through the crowd until she was able to retrieve her rocket. Behind her, Sylvanas was still addressing the Horde. But Shaelie wasn't listening. Unable to see through her tears, she took to the air. She didn't even know where she was going. Just away, she needed to get away. She flew for several minutes, heading in the general direction of Hyjal. The communicator at her side crackled, and Megeda's voice could be heard. "Shaelie. Where did you go?" She didn't answer. Finally, she reached the highest peak of a mountain and landed. Snow crunched beneath her boots as she stepped off the rocket and walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, looking out over a blanket of treetops far below. Grief clenched at her chest, making it hard to breath. "IT'S HER FAULT!!" She screamed at the heavens, releasing all that pain and anger she'd been holding inside. Then she knelt in the snow, sobbing hoarsely. "Shae....ya kin come ta us. We be family....but take yer time...." Cobrak could be heard over the communicator, a few minutes later. Shaelie didn't answer. She felt bad for keeping her silence. But for now, she was trying to come to terms with what had happened. The intensity of her grief surprised her. She never thought she would take the death of Vol'jin quite so hard. It hurt.. and the pain of grief was always most difficult for her to cope with. It was easier to focus on anger. And so she did- blaming Sylvanas directly for what had happened. After all, it was because of Sylvanas that she had become so angry that she got distracted, lost focus and became separated from her group. That's how she fell. And the last thing she saw before slipping into unconciousness was Vol'jin falling as well. Because of Sylvanas. "Borrowed Time...mourn our Warchief....our TRUE Warchief...but live on, an' fight...Thar be demons still ta kill." Cobrak was right, of course. Now was not really the time to indulge in grief or recollection. There was a war to fight. And angry and upset as she was, she knew it was time to pull herself up and go help defend against the Legion. On the communicator, the rest of Borrowed Time organized their assault teams. Some heading for Tanaris, and others splitting off to cover the Barrens. Shaelie mounted her rocket again, and began heading in the direction of the Barrens. She listened to the chatter over the communicator as she flew. I'm heading to Everlook, going to get in contact with the Alliance and work out a... well, Alliance." Fadjafwahji announced. "What?" Shaelie said slowly. Anger started to rise slowly up inside her again. It's her fault.. "Watch yourself out there Fad..." Megeda was saying. "Horde isn't winning this war on its own, all of you know that." Shaelie slowed the rocket, briefly debating making a detour to Everlook. If she could get there before Fad.. maybe she could kill the Alliance before he arrived. We don't need them! They're the ENEMY! "Git in contact wit yer people Fad, dig us sum info." Cobrak's voice brought her back to reality. She was no longer Grim. But it was times like this that she realized how deeply rooted the Mandate still was, in her. Even still. With some reluctance, she turned back towards the Barrens. For the next few hours, she fought. Usually joining up with strangers to help defend the horde territories near Orgimmar. From time to time, some Alliance would appear. Presumably to assist with the demons. They are not our friends! Because of Sylvanas, we've lost our Warchief. Fueled by anger, Shaelie fired indiscriminately. Her rifle had a wide spray, and she would not be held responsible for any Alliance who found themselves between her and the Demons. "We be 'eadin' ta Westfall nex'." Cobrak announced over the radio. "Westfall??" Said Shaelie, in disbelief. "Let it burn." "I care more bout denyin' tha Legion a foot'old." "I'm sure our Warchief is over there protecting them." Shaelie retorted, coldy. She probably is. Defending Alliance territory. Like she was defending Varian while Vol'jin DIED. "Then it be our duty ta make sure we dinnae lose anutha one." She could tell Cobrak was trying to be patient with her. But stubbornly, she held her silence. "I dinnae care if the whole Alliance burns, but one base fer tha legion be bad news fer er'ryone." Megeda's voice sounded like he was trying to chew gravel* " Understood... Vol'jin saw the necessity of the Alliance's attack... If they could have made it to Gul'dan this war might have been over." Cobrak's tone was growing frustrated. "I loathe tha Alliance pricks much az anyone else 'ere, but I know that it be tactically better ta deny tha Legion a foot'old than ta watch tha Alliance burn. So, Shae, pull yer 'ead outta yer arse an' figure out whass more important!" Shaelie felt bad. She always liked Cobrak, and she wanted to follow his orders. But this time, she just couldn't. Ever stubborn, she remained in Orgimmar. At some point, demons appeared at the gate and she helped to drive them back. But she remained in her city. Some hours later, after most everyone else had turned in for the night, Megeda spoke up again over the radio. "Shaelie... Believe me I understand your hatred of the Alliance. But Chieftain is right for now. While they are dedicated to tearing our home apart we must fight them wherever possible." Shaelie was sitting atop a zeppelin tower, taking refuge from the busy streets below. Her heart squeezed painfully. Her answer came after a considerable silence, her tone sorrowful. "It's her fault he's dead." There. She had finally said it out loud. "Sylvanas?" "Yes, she was too busy focusing on Varian. She wasn't paying attention to Vol'Jin." "What are you talking about? It was her that saved him when he fell." "But he WOULDN'T have fallen to begin with if she was paying attention to OUR people and not THEIRS." "You are blaming Vol'jin's death on Sylvanas's banter with Wrynn? Not Vol'jin's own distraction in the field?" "Yes, he didn't fall because he was distracted- he was over run." Just like I was. "There was only so much we could do." "Agreed... Only so much that we could do. Vol'jin, Thrall, Baine, Sylvanas... We all played our part in this." Fhenrir spoke. "Vol'jin was killed by the Legion. He would not have left his fate to a woman he didn't trust." Shaelie didn't know he was listening. She never heard much from the Tauren that Leyu'jin called Brother. "I don't understand why he appointed her Warchief and not someone else." She muttered, stubbornly. "None of us do, yet." replied Fhenrir. "Do you truly believe a few cocky words were responsible for vol'jin's death Shaelie?" asked Megeda. She didn't answer. "We all grieve in different ways Shaelie," he continued. "But pinning the blame one someone helps nobody. For now, Sylvanas was chose by the spirits that vol'jin saw. Until a better Warchief rises or she dies it seems she has our best interests in mind." Shaelie felt her eyes brim with tears again. She rested her face against her drawn up knee and sobbed quietly for a few minutes, before answering. "What if she forces us to align with the Alliance?" "I do not know... Aside from combatting the legion she would be hard pressed to find anyone who would agree with it. We may turn our weapons away from one another for the moment, but that does not mean we will fight side by side with them. Even tonight we kept distance between us." "That's what I'm so upset about, though! I understood that the Alliance was going to be there also, and I agreed to keep my gunfire away from them.. but that doesn't mean we have to talk to them or thank them, we could just stay clear of them. She was talking to Varian like they were allies! We AREN'T their allies!" "You are offended by her familiarity? Her teasing and slight signs of respect?" Did he understand? "Yes." "..Why?" "Because they are the enemy! And during all that familiarity and teasing and slight signs of respect, our warchief died." "That teasing and signs of respect only happened when we fought the biggest foe we had encountered on that isle. After that, we were seperated and new what our task was to ensure the success of the offensive. Vol'jin fought bravely but shouting orders in the battlefield distracted him just enough." "She let her guard down.." She trailed off and there was a pause, but her comment was never finished. She just sounded defeated. Somewhere, deep down inside, she really did understand that it wasn't really Sylvanas's fault. And she knew she was being completely irrational. But she was angry. Anger hurt less than grief. " ...I hate humans just as much as anyone else. But turning on our allies does nothing. If we want justice for Vol'jin's murderers. Our weapons should be kept on the Legion and any who follow them.... I am sorry for berating you. We all handle loss differently." Shaelie didn't answer. His last comment brought forth the tears again. Even if he didn't understand or agree with her blame of Sylvanas, he did understand that she was grieving. "It has been a long day... And it's only a matter of time before the Legion attacks again. I am going to rest... Farewell." The gentle hiss from the radio went quiet as the frequency was turned off. Shaelie sat on the zeppelin tower long into the night, keenly mourning the loss of their Warchief.
  15. Legion: War's Wake

    ((Apologies in advance for taking slight liberties with some of your characters. I used the log from the RP Broken Shores event that was mostly dialogue and added some emotes where they were needed. Hopefully I didn't misrepresent anyone!) "ONE WHO KILLS THA LEAST FEL-SUCKER BUY THA FIRST ROUND!" Cobrak yelled back to the group as they left the ship, ready to bring war to the Legion. "Thats...." Fenlao paused, staring out at the army of demons that waited for them. "Sulfur." Finished Saelyx. Meanwhile, Selash made his preparations with Nanorii. "We don't get seperated," He said, and his bracelet glistened. "By the Light..." breathed Cerryan, as he realized the magnitude of the battle that lay before them. "ORCS FIRST! SEE YA AT THE PARTY PRINCESSES!" Bellowed Cobrak. He wasted no time, charging into the midst of the battle. "BORROWED TIME! FUCK THEM UP!" "Anchor down!" Megeda called out. The rest of the battle seemed a blur. Shaelie sent her mechanical wolf out to intercept a pit lord and brought her rifle to her shoulder, sighting between the eyes of a demon that closed in on the party. She tried to listen for the shouted orders and communication of her group as they cut their way through the Legion. "DONT GIVE EM A CHANCE TA BREATHE!" "Get the crystals!" "PIT LORD INCOMIN'!" "Hold strong! The Light is with us!" "Back ta tha nether, ya fel-pissin' cunt!" The battle raged on.. but as she fought, Shaelie began to take notice of the incessant banter between Sylvanas and Wrynn. She understood the necessity of the two factions putting their differences aside to combat the Legion. But there was a difference between temporarily joining forces out of dire need, and the overly friendly way Sylvanas was acting towards the Alliance King. She glared angrily at Sylvanas, anger and frustration building. "FOR SANCTUARY!" Julilee was yelling. "Hold....strong!" Cerryan called out. Cobrak manically cackled, "THIS BE A GOOD FIGHT!" "We'll take the ridge and cover your flank." "Sylvanas.. thank you." "Good luck, Varian." Shaelie, blinded by rage, saw red. "STOP FUCKING TALKING TO HIM!" She screamed, snarling at Sylvanas as they rushed up the ridge. By now, she was so angry that she couldn't even concentrate. She fired shot after shot at the demons that closed in on them. She's not even calling him by his last name, now. We aren't friends! She thought. Talons pulled at her clothing and hair, and the wings of imps beat around her head, swarming so thickly that she could barely see past them. She pushed a button in her glove to call her wolf to her, but there was no response. When was the last time she had seen it up? She smashed two imps aside with her rifle. Where was the rest of the group? She could no longer see them..only the demons. "DER COMIN' FROM BEHIND!" She heard Vol'jin shouting from across the ridge. A weapon smashed into the side of her head, spinning her and the world tilted. Her knees hit the ground. "Someone get her back on her feet!" "DON'T LET THE-" Vol'jin's words cut off abruptly, becoming a bellow of pain. "Warchief!" Shaelie hit the ground. And a split second later, Vol'jin fell. (To be continued.)