That Damn Role Player

Well best laid plans and all of that. I have taken up playing again but I’ve moved to a different server. Though the fate of this blog is likely going to remain the same. I’m doing a bit of writing and such but the realm I’ve chosen to play with has such an awesome community site that I don’t really feel the need to keep a separate blog. It also relieves the stress of trying to keep this relevant and interesting.

Thanks to those who read so many of my goofy articles though.

<3 Nau

Hey everyone, not long ago I said I was leaving WoW to pursue my art. This is still true but it looks like my WoW days are completely done. I find I don’t miss it at all. I have too many things going on outside of WoW and even off the computer. I see sunlight on occasion! It’s bee pretty marvelous!

I’ve also taken back up sword and board with the SCA again as well. Been a long time since I did that! That takes a lot of time and gets me out among living, breathing people, which is where I really need to be. It is a great deal healthier for me in many ways.

So what it comes down to is I’m not coming back to WoW. This blog will be shutting down too. As soon as everything here runs out it will be done.

I’ve had a great time and I miss the friends I made in WoW but they know how to find me if they want to.

<3 to you all!

Nauloera and the gang.

Well I never did get quite as active again on this blog as I wanted. There’s just something missing from WoW for me now that hasn’t managed to hold me like it used to. In a way, this is a good thing.

Last night I canceled my WoW accounts. I hadn’t played in probably 3 weeks and found myself easily focused on other things. Now I have decided it is time to focus on my art more seriously rather than just dinking around with it once in a while and to do that I need time. Time that isn’t sunk into a computer game.

Eventually I will return to the WoW calendar I started but I have some other things that have moved ahead in the priority line. When I do, though, I will post pics for everyone to see.

To my readers and friends that have been so incredibly supportive, thank you. I’m sorry I wasn’t a more reliable blogger for you.

*hugs* and best wishes to you all,

-Nau

A memory tugged at her as she gazed down at the large gray cat sitting atop the ramparts overlooking the crater that once was the park in Stormwind. She knew him. Only briefly had they met but she knew him. With a gentle touch she directed her netherdrake partner to set her on the rampart near him. The wind ruffled his thick fur as she did but he did not turn toward the disturbance. When the drake flew off to find a comfortable perch of her own, Nauloera sat quietly on the winter chilled stone. Only then did he turn to look at her.

There was recognition in his eyes. She saw him consider for a moment, then in that transformation that always made her eyes swim, she watched him shift from cat to bird. With a rustle of wings he launched from the cornice where he sat to join her on the one where her drake had left her. His form flowed back to that of a cat and he settled on the stone next to her.

She laid her hand on his shoulder remembering well the feel of his fur. When last they met, so many months ago in Dalaran she spent hours simply sitting and taking comfort in the feel of his fur beneath her hand. No words were spoken between them then. He found her trapped in her sorrow and offered her silent comfort.

Now she followed his gaze to the devastation below. Though she did not know why, she did know that druids more than anyone else were always drawn to the moonwells, those places of gentle, pure power created by the Kaldorei goddess, Elune. A smoking crater now stood where the moonwell in Stormwind had been. She could feel him trapped in sorrow.

Slowly she stroked her hand along the fur of his shoulders, offering the same silent comfort he once gave her. After a time he relaxed and leaned against her. The warmth of his furred body fought off the chill of the stone and the evening wind.

No words were spoken. Long into the evening they sat in silence taking comfort from each other’s presence. She could not heal this wound, as he could not heal hers so long ago, but in silence she could ease some of his ache as he had eased hers.

Every so often I talk about a nifty RP addon I’ve found. Some are more complex than others. This is the simplest one so far but what it does is a truly amazing thing.

This week’s review is of the addon RPButton.

Let me tell you a little story. Once upon a time there was a RP addon called Immersion RP. It worked much the same way as MyRoleplay and FlagRSP but it was lightweight, very user friendly, and it had this lovely little button attached to the chat window that would kick it into RP Mode. What that meant was it would hide your entire interface except the chat window. That was my favorite feature.

Time went by and the original developer stopped supporting it. I was a sad panda. Then someone picked it up again! Hooray! Then Blizz redid how we access the friend list and it borked IRP. IRP had been dropped again. Sad panda.

Then just before the arrival of Cataclysm here comes RPButton developed by a former user of IRP that was also a sad panda. It is so terribly cute too. Just one little button that you can easily slide around on your screen that does exactly what the RP Mode in Immersion did. I keep mine neatly tucked under my chat window. So when you don’t want to see all the interface crap on your screen but still want to chat, RPButton is there to save the day!

Such a simple thing that makes Nau a happy panda again!

Ithrene smiled and wandered slowly through Ironforge making her way to the Tram. She realized she hadn’t smiled much since the world shattered and it felt strange in a way. She felt guilty for being in such a good mood when there was so much destruction around her. How could she not be in a good mood though? She had spent the evening listening to conversation at the new Boomstick pub, she had received word that her mother and father had been located after the flooding that wiped out her childhood home, and her older sister Arlene had finished moving her things out of her apartment in Stormwind and into her own place. Everything seemed right with her life.

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It’s Winter Veil! It’s Winter Veil! Time for cookies an’ stuff!

Can we open presents now?

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We’ve seen the story before; character desires something, character quests after it, character achieves it, character lives happily ever after. At least in a story that is wrapped up in a neat little package, that is how it generally goes. Even in serials there are jumps from victory to victory and everything works out wonderfully Pollyana-ish in the end.

However what I want to discuss is the power of denial.

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(( Over on the Boomstick forums Corise started a thread encouraging people to write a short paragraph about significant others in the lives of our characters. These are two I wrote; One from Ithrene’s perspective and one from Kae’s. ))

Ithrene:

It was easy to believe he didn’t see her. All her life she had been the invisible child. In a home bustling with a dozen of them it was easy to overlook one small, disappointing girl. Oh, but how she wanted him to see her. Just once. She always felt such a strange little flutter in her chest when she heard his voice. She wanted his smile to be for just her, just once. And just when she thought she was brave enough to tell him such things, the doubts would creep back in telling her she was unimportant. Just a disappointing girl. That was when the fear would steal into her heart and send her scuttling back into the shadows. The fear that he would see her…. And see how others had seen her all her young life.

KaeAskavi:

I love her. More than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything my entire life. I would die for her. I *have* died for her. And she for me. We have a bond that cannot be broken. I can feel it. Can she? I think so. Does she know how much she means to me? How important? I try to tell her but I’m not entirely sure she understands. Sometimes it is as if we don’t even speak the same language. Yet other times it’s like we are thinking exactly the same. I love her. Not as a mate or a mother but as the best, most important piece of my life I’ll ever have.

**BBBRRRAAAAPPPPPP!!!!**

Damn. She’s gonna growl at me again.