IC: Anna's Friday Five

Well, Ike canceled the Friday Five last week. But it did inspire this weeks! Well, on to the questions

1 - Would your character leave or stay? Why or why not?

2 - Where would they go (if they were leaving), or take shelter (if they were staying)?

3 - How would they get there?

4 - If given 2 hours to pack, what would they bring with them of their current posessions?

5 - What would they leave behind?

I'm gonna answer these with my gnome warrior Boetan.

1) Boetan would stay. Mainly because he is rather insane would try to fight the storm

2) He would go out to meet the storm head on. He is a warrior and its his job to distract things while others kill them, after all.

3) If he was forced to go, he would most likely travel tied up on the back of his brother's Mechstrider.

4) Boetan probably wouldn't bring anything that he wasn't wearing. He would spend the two hours trying to convince his brother to let him stay.

5) Everything except what he was wearing, see above.

IC: Amun'Sol: Breaking Ties

The design in front of Amun'sol was complex. Lifting his mug to his lips, he took a small sip of the nectar. Soon his questions would be answered and he would be able to start work on Vasilka's latest design... He had never seen anything this intricate before. He didn't even know if it was physically possible to make. But he was going to try. He had to, for Vasilka. She took so much delight in seeing her designs turned into reality, and seeing that delight made him happy.


Sipping the nectar, and looking at the drawing, Amun'sol didn't notice the figure approach him. Glancing up, he recognized the man sitting at the table across from him. "Hello father."

"Hello Amun, my boy. How is the family?" The man replied, a smile crossing his face.

"Vasilka and the twins are fine. What brings you to the Exodar?" Amun replied. He hadn't seen his father since he went to visit him in Shattrath to introduce Vasilka to him and announce their upcoming marrage.

"Forced leave. The commander insisted I needed to take a break. I'm surprised to see you here.. Thought you were living in the human city."

"I do, father. I came here to ask the advice of some of the master jewelcrafters on how to make this." Amun'sol slid the design across the table to his father. Maran'sol looked at the drawing briefly and handed it back.

"Still fooling around with this stuff eh?" Maran chuckled. "Not ready for some real work are ya."

"Fooling around? My craft puts food on the table for my family." Amun scowled as he said this.

"Fighting in our homeland would put more on their table."

"I'm not you dad... I want to be there for my family. I want to see them and be with them." Amun'sol frowned. He knew this would happen. Its why he hadn't made an effort to contact his father again.

"So staying home with that insane whore of a wife is more important to you than protecting our people." Maran'sol spat.

Amun'sol lept from his chair, grabbing his father by the neck and pinning him to the wall. "What did you call her?"

"She's an insane whore. I've heard stories about her. " Maran'sol gasped.

"Call her that again and I will end you father. You know nothing about her." Letting go, Amun'sol stepped back and stuffed the drawing in his pocket. "I better not see you again, father. I do what I must for my family. That is my walk in life. I will not abandon them as you did us. Good day."

Storming out of the bar, Amun made for the ship back to Menethil. He was in no mood to speak with the master now... All he wanted was to be home.

IC: Taseli: A Meeting at Beggar's Haunt: Part 3

Taseli slumped down by the pool, hugging her knees to her chest. Tears rolled down her cheek as she stared into the still water. It was done. He was out of her life for good.

Minutes passed, though they felt like hours. The leaves rustled gently in the breeze as clouds formed on the horizon. Taseli looked up. It would rain soon. The air began to feel thick. It stuck to her as she slowly rose to her feet. She looked back at the pool one last time before turning towards the path. Before turning towards home.

The first few drops hit as Taseli neared the bottom of the hill. It was a warm rain and felt comforting. Like Elune knew how she felt and was crying with her. Myst stood waiting for her where she left him. The large sabres eyes looked at her, sympathetically. She approached the cat and huged him around the neck, running her hands through his soft fur.

"It'll be alright." She smiled weakly at him. Sighing, Taseli climbed on his back. "Come, lets go home."

She sat in the saddle, slumped as Myst came to a stop before the flight master in Darkshire. Taseli looked up and handed the man a few coins, mumbling the words "Ironforge, please." as she slid of Myst's back and made her way to one of the waiting gryphons.

It was a flight she had made before. This one took longer, or seemed to in her mind. It was done, he was out of her life yet she couldn't get him out of her mind.

The gryphon landed in Ironforge, though Taseli didn't seem to notice, remaining astride the beast, head resting on the back of its neck.

"Come on, Lassie... thi' ol' bird is needed for anotha flight." Came the voice of the Flight Master. Taseli merely nodded in responce and slid off, walking towards her apartment more out of habit than anything.

Next thing Taseli new she was in her bedroom. She didn't remember getting there, but her mind was in a fog. Glancing at the bed she saw Kit, sprawled across it, barely leaving any room for her. The sight brought a small smile to her face. This was why she did it... This was why she couldn't go back.

The Social Factor of WoW

Through Too Many Annas I was directed to a post by fellow blogger Leafy on WoW as a social environment. In it, Leafy discusses how WoW has become more than a game, but also another place to hang out with friends.

As a roleplayer, I mainly log on now to chat and roleplay with the friends I have made in game. It has become a second social life for me, the first being the one I have with my real life friends. While I have never met any of the people I play with in real life, I have gotten to know a few of them fairly well. The friendships I have with these individuals are ones that will probably persist even after I or they leave the game. Who knows, maybe I will get the opportunity to meet them in person as well.

I think for many people I know in game, mostly roleplayers mind you, the social interaction is what keeps them logging in. As such, I will probably continue to play this game in some capacity until my friends all decide to leave the game.

IC: Taseli: A Meeting at Beggar's Haunt: Part 2

Taseli looked at him. His chisled face was as she remembered it. His eyes peirced her. She could see the hurt in them. He remembered. She approached him slowly, each step measured. Why am I doing this. This will only end up hurting us both.

"Do you mean to hurt me more?" He asked, voice sounding hurt.

"No... Ursa... It can't be now... When you were gone, I... I moved on..." Taseli looked at the ground, her eyes focusing on her own feet.

Ursamal placed his hand on her shoulder. "I can understand, but... please... give."

"Don't... It can't happen." Taseli cut in, looking up into his eyes. His features seemed softer for that one moment. It hurt him... She could tell he knew what was coming but she had to say it. She had to end it now so she could fully move on. So that she could watch Sarra grow up and be happy to be her mother. Dwelling on Ursamal and how she left him had haunted her for months. It needed to be done.

"Why not? Why can't we rebuild what we had? Why can't you come back to Leo and I?" Ursamal gazed at her. His look was that of pure longing.

"You left. You didn't say you were leaving or where you were going. I... " Taseli stopped and looked away, discreetly wiping a tear from her eye. This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be sad. I haven't spoken to him or seen him in over a year.

"I wanted to tell you... You have to believe that. But I couldn't... I couldn't tell you I was going to what was likely my doom. I did what I had to."

"And I did what I had to... To be happy."

Ursamal looked away, tensing slightly. Taseli looked at him. "What is it?"

"I don't know... Thought I heard something. Perhaps we should finish this some other time."

"No, I need to do this now... I need to explain my decision..." Taseli spoke quietly. "I owe you at least that much."

Ursamal sighed and looked at Taseli. "Will I at least get to see my daughter?"

"I can't say... I... Ursa... You didn't even remember Leo, myself or any of your children when you did return." Taseli stepped back a bit as she said this. "That is what hurt the most. Until that, I was willing to try and make it work again... But... I can't now. I think it is best for Sarra that she doesn't know her father."

Ursamal glared at her angrily, his eyes cutting deep into her. "So you will deny me access to that which is equally mine?"

"What is yours?" Taseli spat back. "You weren't there for her, ever. You didn't have to explain to her why she can't talk or make any other sound like a normal person. You didn't have to wake up in the middle of the night to check on her to make sure she didn't need anything since she couldn't cry. She is not yours at all. You may be her father... But you never held up your end."

Ursamal sank back into the ground, tears in his eyes. "I know I should have done better as a father... I will respect your decision... But know I will always be willing to be a part of her life should you have a change of heart." He stood and turned, starting to walk away. "Goodbye, Taseli."

Taseli watched him leave. She wanted to get up and bring him back, but knew she had to let go. She wanted to be happy with the new life she chose, and this is what needed to be for that to happen.

IC: Taseli: A meeting at Beggar's Haunt

The path was steep. The gnarled trees hung overhead. Foreboding as they were, Taseli continued her ascent. This wasn't the first time she had made this climb. She had made it many times before to be alone with Kit. But this time was different. This time it wouldn't be Kit who was waiting for her by the pool.

An owl screeched. Looking in the direction of the sound, Taseli smiled to herself. She was comfortable in the night air. The darkness allowed her to move unseen. An advantage she wanted this night.

Taseli moved quickly and silently as the path leveled out. She was nearing Beggar's Haunt. The derelict gate to the abandoned burial site stood in the distance. Slowing her pace, Taseli moved off the path into the underbrush. She froze as the sound of a twig snapping under her feet rang into the quiet night air.

I don't know if I can do this. She thought, standing still hoping the man she was going to meet didn't hear the sound. He heard me... He knows I'm here... No backing out now.

Seconds passed, though they felt like minutes. The air stood silent as Taseli started to creep forward, this time being more careful about her steps. The pool grew nearer. She could see the moonlight reflecting off the water through the branches. Taseli stopped at the edge of the clearing, hiding herself in the shadows.

He was there, sitting by the pool. He was as she remembered him. His lean and toned cat like body and long green hair were mirrored almost perfectly in the still water. A light breeze swept through, rippling the image and rustling the leaves overhead. The man looked in Taseli's direction, his eyes seemingly piercing her and then looked back to the water. He didn't see me. A look of relief crossed Taseli's face.

He had been her mate, the father of her daughter. Before things had changed. Before he forgot her, before she fell in love with Kit. Taseli stood there, watching him and trying to find the courage to approach him. What do I say to him? Does he even remember me now?

Taking a deep breath, Taseli stepped into the clearing. The moonlight illumintated her face as she spoke in a hushed tone, "Ursamal?"

I have internets again

Well, Comcast finally came by to hook me up. I hope to get something out in the next few days. Maybe another Friday Five post tomorrow if Anna does another IC one. If not... I'll come up with something.