That Damn Role Player

As I said in an earlier comment I’m not in game currently so I haven’t really had it in me to write or draw WoW. I’ve been doing some portrait and character artwork instead. Not very interesting for WoW players I’m sure.

I don’t know if I will be returning to WoW. Having been away from it this long now the only thing I miss is talking to my friends.

Life goes on I guess though.

-Nau

So it is again Friday night, Saturday morning, and once more I am up waaaaaay past my bedtime. What am I doing? Same thing I did last Friday!! ARTZ!

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Don’t worry, I don’t think the next one will be Grizz and Ebs again. This one is the apology for the first one.

-Nau

Wow. 100 posts. To be honest, when I posted the first one on March 28th last year I never thought I’d make it this far. I found myself wondering “Who would read it? What do I have to say that anyone would find merit in?” And while it has been terribly sporadic at times, I’m still here. I actually do have readers! And not just my friends either. It’s all very surprising to me.

So now I wonder “What now?”. I know others that have set goals for the new year or upon reaching a milestone and I truly admire their ability to do such. My life, however, is so scattered, stressful and sporadic on its own that I really can’t set any goals for this blog and have any hope of keeping them.

Eventually I intend to add in some of my character stories under a section called Historical RP but truly, how much fiction can I inflict on the audience?

Then it occurred to me. I could ask the readers. If there is something you’re dying for me to post about, go ahead and leave it here. Have some constructive criticism? Drop me a note. I’ll read it. Want to write me a nasty letter? Sure! I’d love to tear you apart in a blog post. It would be very cathartic. Or if you even want to just tell me why you read or where you found me, I’d love to hear it.

Whether anyone replies or not, I do want to thank those that read. Writing without an audience isn’t much fun. You keep the words flowing and bring me a good time when the bad times seem bent on beating me down. Thank you.

-Nauloera (TDRP)

With the introduction of Wrath I waited with bated breath to see what nifty clothes we were going to be given. More skirts maybe? A variety of cold weather inspired robes? Perhaps some jackets or parka style tunics? How about some woolen pants? Anything new or exciting would be welcome.

Instead it seems Northrend has been beaten with the ugly stick. No… let me rephrase that. Northrend has been raided by the entire damn ugly forest! And it wasn’t even a very imaginative forest either!

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Every story must have some conflict or drama to be interesting. When it involves RP, how much is too much?

Every player has their own tolerance threshold for character drama. Some are going to have a fairly high tolerance, some are going to have a fairly low one, and some it will depend on what they have recently been involved in, how believable the drama is, and how original it is. Personally, I only rarely create major dramatic threads for my characters. Why? Because they get real old, real fast. I rarely get involved in other people’s major plot lines. Why? Same reason.

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So here is what I did until waaaay too late Friday night. Click on the picture to see the full size version.

Yeah, it still has issues (lots of them!) but I’ve learned that eventually I have to stop messing with them and move on to the next one. Learn something and go. That’s what I’m doing here. Someday I’ll make it better. Or draw it new!

A pop and hiss drew Garilos’ attention back to the fire burning in the fireplace. Garilos was glad to be indoors next to the fire. Outside a cold front had moved in bringing a freezing rain and sleet with it. The wind whipped the rain into stinging needles of ice and threw it around trees and rocks at anyone foolish enough to believe they could hide from the storm’s malice. The only good to come from the storm was that it cleared Valgarde of the smell of burning dung, if only for a short time.

Rearranging the burning logs with an iron poker, Garilos stared absentmindedly at the dancing flames. Although there were others in the inn, he was the only one sitting near the fireplace. There was plenty of room in front of the large fireplace. A handful of rough-hewn chairs formed a semi-circle in front of it, one of which had been pulled close to the fireplace and was now occupied by Garilos. Another chair was taken over by his gear and pack.

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Garilos crouched down behind a clump of bushes, looking down upon the worgen. With a look of disdain, he spit upon the ground. “Disgusting creatures,” he muttered to himself as he watched the worgen pace about their camp.

From his vantage point, he could see the scattered huts and fire pits of the small camp. Garilos carefully memorized the location of every hut, boulder, and tree in the camp, creating a map in his head which he rotated and examined as he plotted his course of action. He also made a note of the routes of the worgen guards patrolling the perimeter of the camp.

If any in the village were to look to where he was hidden, they would see nothing but shadows within shadows. Even with the moon out tonight, it would be difficult for any to see Garilos.

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(( This occurs after A Short Letter To Megaly and before Do They Have Nightmares? over at Garilos’ Blog ))

Megaly,

My confusion grows. I learned Ursoc has been resurrected but in a corrupted form! I spoke to the son and daughter of Ursoc. Orsonn said his father was corrupted by the same evil which corrupted Vordrassil.

I don’t know what to do. When I lived among the Night Elves of Ashenvale, they told me of Ursoc and his brother Ursol fighting side by side with Cenarius against the Burning Legion. Both Latissimus and Levatorani told me they witnessed their fall to the Burning Legion. Do I dare tell them Ursoc has been resurrected? That he is corrupted?

Are even the Ancients turning against us?

With love,
Garilos.

The following appears to have been written at a later time.

I’ve lost all hope. I’ve been asked to kill Ursoc.

The hastily scribbled writing below appears to have been written after the above writing.

What is this old god Ursoc speaks of, Yogg-Saron? Can its evil corrupt even Ancients such as Ursoc?

Why does the druid stare past me as I tell her I have slain Ursoc as she had asked?

(( Originally posted on Garilos’ Blog as “A Short Letter to Megaly”. ))