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  1. Aruku

    Wild Foraged Foods!

    It's been a long time but another food experiment has happened! This time with wild-gathered Black Locust tree blossoms. While visiting Syreena, we found and decided to try these tasty little flowers from her property. Much thanks to SySy for being adventurous and allowing use of her kitchen. <3 We used this recipe (with some substitutions for the evil, evil dairy): The results were quite tasty, like eating funnel cake! Next time, I believe I will go lighter on the dredging of the flowers in the batter, so the flowers can be tasted. <.< >.> Flowers being dredged: Frying the Flowers: Finished Black Locust flower funnel cake: All of them got eaten by the three adults, flower fritters defeated! These trees are flowering all over the place right now, or are soon about to in more northern areas. They're a native, plentiful tree so if you watch for them to bloom, you'll be swimming in tasty treats! Mmmmm.
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    Wild Foraged Foods!

    <.< >.> Do food blogs pay? (I'd need a better camera, I know my camera phone just isn't up to it XD)
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    Wild Foraged Foods!

    Since spring's come around these parts, I figured I should kick off some interesting foraged food stuff! Feel free to post stuff you've tried or done too. This spring, I decided to try something I was too late to try making last year: Wild Garlic Mustard Pesto I used the recipe above as a base to start at, but found it to be too salty so reduced the salt to 3/4 tsp instead of 1 tsp. I choose to add the optional ramps, as they're in season as well right now. Had several people try it after it was made and everyone quite liked it, even the picky people! All you can really taste is a pleasant garlicky-ness, but with all the wild greens it has a nutritious punch. We also found that you -can- have too much pesto on your pasta and get overwhelmed by it, so go light if you try it too! Tonight, I put it on as a spread for my fish sammich, along with a few leaves of just picked dandelion greens and a sprinkling of redbud flowers (the pink things). It was pretty decent, but I think it'd go better with another meat besides white fish. The cup in the picture has deadnettle and ground ivy with honey tea. It's a light tea, similar to camomile. I'll be posting other things as they spring up.
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    Hrm, bouncing off of Qabian's idea at the end there - Wow has a sort of 'world ordering' map: Instead of dedications to 'gods' it could be to one of the 'master elements' like Order, Death, Life, Chaos, ect. It's only 6 instead of 12, but hey, ideas! As for other ideas, I know Thunderhoof Clan would occasionally hold arena-type tournaments in the Stranglethorn Vale for a fun bit of pvp. They always seemed to like it. I think they called it the 'Thundarena.' I myself enjoyed the charity auctions, though life obligations always prevented me from actually attending one. It always was a good spark for RP interactions to happen after the event, not just at the event. As just a random thought, perhaps some sort of clue-hunting game would be fun? I vaguely remember parents setting up a 'follow the clues' kind of trail for competing groups of kids to see who could figure them out and locate the prize at the end first. Kinda like Geocatching? This could either be totally innocent, or taken down a darker path. For instance, innocently little clues could lead to the biggest Noble Garden egg ever made. Or on a darker side, you could be finding pieces/parts of your friend coupled with taunting notes, & your racing against time to reach them before they don't have any more parts to loose.
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    Do Not Want

    Others have already put it pretty well - there's a lot of competition from the game itself for people's time. I myself find much is just limited time from life/work, trying to fit in M+'s, a raid night with horde and ally, and trying to keep up with Emissary quests that doesn't leave a lot of time for RP, and sometimes comes in direct conflict with RP. And as was stated above, it is a small pool of people without much new blood coming in. Being from off-server myself, I can only ever participate if someone invites me to a group and pulls me to your server, so I miss out on any walk-up RP that might be out there. But I've noticed at the events I've gone to, it's almost always the same handful of people. I do enjoy longer story arcs and slowly delving into other people's characters, as much as the occasional one-shot bar nights. Both have their perks. But with such a small pool, you eventually will run out of new characters to meet, and will eventually exhaust most interactions that can be had with ones you've met. I don't know there is a 'fix' for what's going on. Your server will probably follow the path that my server has already gone down - simply dwindling away till there's only a group or two of old school RPers left, probably on hordeside, to linger on. They'll show up to events, do PVE/PVP and that's about it. The ones who can't stand it being like that (or have made connections elsewhere) will have transferred servers to greener pastures. It's a rather depressing end. That said, try not to get too depressed thinking about it. I enjoy my time with you all, and know there's plenty of interesting things to RP out still.
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    Grand New Year Story Contest 2017

    Artifact Contest Entry: Protecting the Future
  7. Pulling the worn chronometer from his pocket High Cleric Alphus checked its reading for the third time, harrumphing to himself. Late! Clicking it closed and returning the device to his pocket he grabbed a sheaf of reports, filing them to clear his desk of the morning's work. He should know by now this one would always be late and by his estimate, that late arrival should be just about... Glancing up at the doorway leading into the small chapel that doubled as a records room for Hearthglen, he spotted the old man who he'd just been grumbling about. The balding redhead grinned as he came in, a twinkle in his green eyes. Pointing an accusatory finger at the newcomer the white haired gnomish High Cleric raised his voice, “Oh no you don't! Don't even ask, the answer is still no! And your late, again!” Across the room the other Argent hung his head in mock dejection before shrugging his shoulders with a smile, skipping his usual greeting as he approached. “So... ya sent fer me?” He finished with a wink. Alphus gave him the stink eye but let the alluding tone slide. Better to get this one done with quickly. “Since you're cavorting around in our tabard once more, we have a mission for you.” Moving over to his desk he grabbed a sheet, clearing his throat. “Ah-hem. So, as you likely know after the Broken Shore we need every able bodied Argent we have available. However! We also need every able-bodied Argent to be much stronger, as you're pulling the weight for all those we've sadly, lost.” Alphus bowed his head for a moment in remembrance before continuing, the redhead following suit for once in respect. “As such you, Aruku Hitowa, are tasked with acquiring one of these 'legendary' weapons to enhance your abilities.” He held out the paper he'd picked up earlier to the other priest, giving him a firm look. “I remember how you're healing abilities have saved many in past wars. Should it be exponentially magnified as some say these 'legendaries' do, you'll be able to save an innumerably greater amount. That sheet has a few potential locations listed. Now go, I have work to do!” Turning about the white haired gnome dismissed the other man, pulling at his mustache as if in thought. Nodding Aruku took the sheet in hand, pausing a moment to wonder at the somewhat confusing dismissal before turning to head out with a jolly wave, “Sure thing handsome!” Azuna: Rubbing a hand over his trimmed goatee Aruku listened to the ghostly elf as he leaned on his walking staff, “So sum'un already got it?” The woman nodded, shrugging. “Ah well, thankies anywho cutie.” Smiling he blew the ghost a kiss, getting only a quirked eyebrow in response. There was one more gone. He drew a rough line through another point on the list Alphus had given him, frowning. Not many left to check. It was still early though and nice out, good traveling weather. Cheerfully he set northward towards the towering giant trees of Val'Sharah, spirits not at all dampened by having no success yet. By the time he reached a good camping spot by a merrily babbling stream the sun was already dipping towards the horizon, and under the forest boughs it got dark earlier than out in the fields. Unhurriedly the old man pitched camp, tending to the down to earth necessities before settling in at the edge of the stream. He was briefly startled with the quickly silenced sound of an animal's squall of surprised pain in the brush. The wildlife did need to eat too and at least it sounded like a mercifully quick death. As the normal forest sounds returned to the area he relaxed, returning to his tasks. Whatever it was had already gotten its meal so he was probably safe. Tying a line to the end of his walking staff he set to catching dinner, letting his mind wander back to when he first met his wife, fishing in a different forest a world away from this one. The memories brought a smile to his lips as he made a mental reminder to bring her something nice from his trip. Stormheim: Aruku stood staring at the last unmarked line on the list, thinking it over. 'The Val'kyr/Shieldmaidens.' Maidens, huh? Grinning he folded the list and tucked it away, wondering what sort of beautiful ladies might be just down this path. The large lads up in Valdisdall had happily pointed the direction to go, accompanied with boisterous laughs at the expense of the old man's small stature. Well, small to a vrykul. The deridement of the other men didn't phase him, he knew what ladies liked and he knew he could deliver. Setting on his way down the path towards Skold-Ashil, walking staff thumping solidly along with him he beamed. He had a good feeling about this one! He could see a pair of large armored ladies on top of bears flanking either side of an entry gate downhill. Raising a hand he waved at them exuberantly, smiling as he saw them raise hands waving weapons back and point their bear mounts his way. They were greeting him! Next thing he knew there were several loud pops and smoke rapidly filling the air to the point he couldn't see a thing. Some type of limb struck him, grabbing and dragging him away from where he'd seen the ladies charging forward to meet him on the road. Disoriented, he didn't know what was going on till he was sitting in a hidden little rocky plateau next to a cooing gryphon. From behind a bandanna a familiar set of eyes were peering down at him, concerned. Blinking he looked up at the other man in recognition, "Kaoin?" The human nods slightly, looking the old priest over any obvious injuries. "Are you okay?" "Ah... yah, I think so? Whatcha doing out here?" He rubs his bald spot while looking up at the leather covered man, puzzled. Did something happen? "I...umm....just happened to be in the area. Heard the vrykul here have some rather potent brew...." he trails off, sounding slightly unsure of the words he's saying. "Here, have some water and take a deep breath." Thrusting a flask at the man he rescued Kaoin poorly tried covering up whatever reason he was actually out here for. "Oh uh, thankies." Aruku looks a bit confused but accepts the water flask and sips it, not really sure what's going on. "Did ya see where those big beauties on tha road went? I think... I got lost?" Blinking the dark haired man told him they'd gone away, followed by questioning what Aruku'd been doing out there. There was a bit of back and forth as the rescuer sussed out what was going on and attempted to explain to his friend why what he'd been doing was a bad idea, while gritting his teeth and trying to contain his laughter. "Not....quite Aruku, no. They were preparing to challenge you to a battle, and not one in bed." "Awww. Bed battles are tha best battles!" He sighs, looking disappointed. "Well, guess tha means no askin them 'bout artifact thingies." Pulling out the paper he crosses off the last line on the list. Kaoin hesitates before patting his friend on the shoulder. "Maybe not. Do you need a hand getting out of here?" Taking a moment to look about he shrugs, still not quite sure where he got pulled to, "If ya could jus point m' back ta Dalaran...?" Reaching over he pats his gryphon on the beak. "Why don't you take ol' Bernard back? He knows the way and I still have a few things to check on while I'm here. Business and all that." "Well, if ya's gonna be alright without 'im. Dun wan m' kids favorite sitter left out sumwhar!" He smiles, getting to his feet. Kaoin grins, pulling up his bandanna. "I'll be safe, I promise. You just be safe and let me know if you need any help." He starts prepping the saddle on the gryphon. "Ya call if ya get inta a bind out 'ere, I'll fly 'im right back out ta getcha!" Chuckling he gives Kaoin's shoulder a fond pat. His eyes crinkle in a smile and nods, "Always. See you back at home, and be sure to tell the family I send my best." Mounting up he nodded back, “Ah'll be sure ta, good lookin!” Grinning he threw a wink at the other man, knowing full well it wasn't going to go anywhere with this one. Still, friends like these were better than any physical richness. Netherlight Temple: 'If all else fails, present this letter to Lilith in Netherlight Temple. They have a collection of artifacts that have rejected the people who found them. One might suit you.' Barely even sparing the balding old man a glance up from the letter she waved him off towards the collections. “Help yourself.” Nodding Aruku ambled over, setting his trusty walking staff off to the side before entering. The area had been sectioned off into three alcoves, each clearly marked. Turning to his right he entered the one indicating Holy affinities, looking at the much smaller selection than he thought would be present with a tilt of his head. Ah well, just ment less to sort through. Rubbing his bald spot he pondered a moment how to go about this, before shrugging and addressing the inanimate objects. “So ah... don't suppose ayh jus ask ya's if we c'n be new buddies an ya like... light up or summat?” The room responded with silence and the staffs just continued laying there. “Well, was worth a shot.” Chuckling to himself he moved over to the staffs one at a time, giving a polite nod of his head before gently touching them, one after the other. He could actually sense their energies, almost like wills in these objects, but none of them seemed... right. The staffs agreed. Or was that just his imagination? Stepping back he bowed his thanks to the staffs for their consideration. As silly as it might seem it never hurt to be polite. Into the next alcove he moved, letting his gaze travel slowly across the... less happy feeling staffs of this room. In fact the longer he stood there, the more he got the heavy sense of judging eyes on him. It reminded him of how the chapel clergy would look down on him for his 'indiscretions' and lack of austerity. Rubbing his goatee he smirked, giving the room of judgmental staves a bow and exiting. He knew better than to do more than that. That just left.... Giving the last shadowy alcove a glance he shook his head, the pit of his stomach sinking at the thought of even going near there. Nope. Home: Traveling along the dirt path wending through meadows and trees towards home, Aruku sighed. He'd failed to find an artifact that would match him, what was he going to do now? Well, the 'mission' paper Alphus gave him didn't specify an amount of time really, just 'as soon as possible.' Perhaps if he just kept aware in his travels, he'd find something before it was needed. Content with this solution he smiled, thinking of what lay waiting ahead for him. A warm, safe home filled with people he loved. His wife Janala with a herd of little ones. Maybe even a visiting friend. Probably burnt food from his partner trying to cook dinner again. Chuckling at the last thought the remainder of his melancholy from failing the search lifted. There was so much joy to be found, so many people beyond those at the end of the road he loved, how could he stay down about not finding some really old dead dude's staff? Far as he figured, strength of magic wasn't in some object, but from one's heart. And if he could find it in his heart to love as much as he did, then whether or not he had some 'legendary' thing shouldn't matter. He'd just make his love legendary instead. Then call this walking staff his wife had grown with her druidic magic his 'love pole.' Ooh, Janie'd appreciate that one! Grinning like a fool he came up to his own front door, leaning the staff aside as the setting suns rays gilt everything in honeyed tones. Knocking produced excited shrieks inside of young kids and the pelting of many small feet towards the door. Swinging it in gently to avoid knocking anyone over he hollered in “Honey, I'm hooome!” Immediately he was tackled by his herd of little treasures, falling over into a laughing tangle of arms, legs, hooves and long ears. Here, in his arms was the future he was working to protect. The next generation, who would in turn protect their kids, and their kid's kids and on down the line. Just as his forefathers and those before them, going back in time had up to now. And protect they would, making and using whatever tools they needed to. Artifacts after all were just old tools that were once new. So perhaps in the future, the tools of today would become the artifacts of tomorrow. In the last glow of sunset, a sliver of playful Light twisted along the top of the walking staff left outside, chortling to itself.
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    Artifact Weapon / RP

    I've been having a hard time accepting the artifact weapons RP wise for both their appearance and history, since my character has always been one for the simple look with nothing grand about his clothing or weapons. (unless you count the horribly eye-burning colors and designs he often favors ) With Holy seeming to be the best fit for my character now ICly, I'm looking at the weapon and... I think I may just transmog it to look like a simple walking stick for old people again. I did glance over the post you linked Sy, and it is pretty awesome. Just nothing quite fits for my character, so will probably be ignoring the whole artifact weapon RP thing. I've already got something baked into the character similar to one of the suggestions in the other thread, ironically, lol. However, if something develops through RP that would end up with Aruku getting a special thing, I'll just go with the flow. Everyone's going to have their own approach to the artifact weapons, and each approach will be different, and right for their characters. That's what's awesome about a community. Looking forward to seeing what everyone's up to!
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    Legion: War's Wake

    Janala had managed to keep him ignorant, protected from the call to journey to the Broken Shore, but she couldn't hide the Legion invasions raining down on the wider world from her husband. Everyone was scared of what was to come, tense, or weeping for lost ones. Not many of the injured had come all the way out to the isle, but the call for fighters, medics, supplies... anything and anyone that could be spared for the fights against the Invasions resounded in every village and city. She knew Aruku couldn't be stopped from going to mend those wounded in the battles, his heart was too big, too kind to say no. It was one of the reasons she loved him so much, and feared the day that his so much more fleeting life would end. So she didn't stop him. Instead they had both loaded up their packs with herbals and potions they'd made over the year. She made sure he had extra emergency potions for his heart tucked into his bags, clearly labeled in Elven script, Common, and Orcish. One never knew where they might end up after all. They'd left the tangle of kids in the care of a retired friend for the week and made sure that everything they'd need was stocked, along with some emergency funds for anything they couldn't plan for. They had set off for Stormwind first. It still bothered her that she had to entrust the safety of her husband to someone else while in the air, since she still wasn't large enough even with her larger than average animal forms to carry him. Instead that grumbly netherdrake took him into the skies while she transformed into a bird and launched up with him. Fortunately most of the trip was by boat, not air so that pleased her. Less chance for some klutzy flier to drop her love. What they found on arrival was worse than they'd imagined. Out of the chaos there was some semblance of order, or at least people trying to make order. Before they'd even gotten to triage areas they'd heard one of the things ailing the city, bringing tears, mourning and despondency. The King was dead. Varian Wrynn. And demon hunters walked the city, freed from their prison. There was no time for gossip or questions though, there were people needing healing. Some still recovering from the Broken Shore fiasco, and others arriving in a steady stream from where Invasions were being fended off. Together, the priest and druid set to work; putting right bones and muscle, cleansing poisons, disease and other ailments... but there was no magic cure for the horrors witnessed or the shocks to the mind those in the field had endured. Many of those that could talked while they were being tended to, wanting the contact, the distraction from their pain. The one thing that they all cried, gnashed their teeth with helpless fury was how the Horde had abandoned them when facing Guldan. They'd all heard Sylvanas agree to cover their flank while the Alliance forces went to face the warped orc and his forces directly. And they'd all heard the Hordes retreat horn blown just as they were about to bombard that blasted fel orc to dust with their gunship. It was like a whispered undertone in the survivors, an echo of what Greymane had said... 'I knew we couldn't trust them.' At the end of the first day, Aruku and Janala rested in bed together, sharing the events and comforting one another. His green eyes had that concerned, compassionate look. Her long ears drooped, she knew that look. Clinging to him and kissing his bald spot the elven woman begged him to at least stay the night, rest before heading to Orgrimmar. That, at least he could agree to. There had to be a reason the Horde pulled back, another side to this story. His heart wouldn't allow him to believe anything else, even of the undead. The last thing this world needed was the two largest factions fighting one another while the Legion attacked, and if he could do anything to calm the growing bitterness of the Horde's betrayal of the Alliance, he would. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The pale light of the next morning found him already dressed, trollish necklace falling over the top of his old Argent Dawn tabard as he kissed his wife goodbye, a Horde-linked hearthstone in hand. She tried to give him a brave smile as he dissapeared in the light of the teleportation. One was never truly retired, in a world so filled with need. Once an Argent, always an Argent.
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    Derecho: Lights Out

    (( I really liked reading this, it had a good flow and kept true to all the characters presented. It was even more flavorful from your character's point of view, I think! I also liked seeing a bit of what happened after I left to go pass out!))
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    Baalthemar - Pathfinder RPG

    I'll say tentative, depending on what night/time is chosen. If it's super late at night, my BF might be interested as well, though he wouldn't be able to be a steady attendee. We've both played Pathfinder before, so can help with rules n stuff (maybe).
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    Aruku's Cicada Dishes!

    Well, that was the last of the cicadas dishes. Used all the ones I gathered from this swarm. I looked up the next swarm that'll be in the area, and it'll be another 3 years. lol So no more for quite a while. Of Cicadas at least. *grins*
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    Aruku's Cicada Dishes!

    Third one: Dolmas with minced cicadas! Brown rice, colored bellpeppers, carrots, radish, and minced cicadas, seasoned with sushi rice seasoning (sugar, rice vinegar, salt), and I think I put in black pepper too. Also added cajun seasoned breadcrumbs and salt & pepper seasoned flour to give the filling some stickiness. Wrapped in freshly picked and blanched grape leaves, and cooked like Dolmas. Fresh squeezed lemon juice on top right before serving. Results: Fucking delicious! Bit spicy. I would totally eat this again! I actually couldn't taste cicadas at all, probably too much spice.
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    Aruku's Cicada Dishes!

    lol Yes, they do freeze and they are bugs.
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    Aruku's Cicada Dishes!

    I only used about half of the cicadas I collected and prepped. Might try some more variants tomorrow. X_X *flops over*