A Theramore RP-PvP Encounter with Horde Emissary, Ravenwing, Theramore Regiment and Kul Tiras

The Friday before the launch of Mists of Pandaria, I had the privilege of attending a special RP-PvP event, created by the members of Horde Emissary (H), Ravenwing (H), Theramore Regiment (A) and Kul Tiras (A) on our Moon Guard server.

As the finale to a month-long campaign started by Horde Emissary and Theramore Regiment, the members decided to roleplay a battle in which the Horde, freshly successful in bombing Theramore, are occupying Northwatch Hold, and face Alliance troops intent on reclaiming the area.

I think this was a GREAT way to take advantage of the new lore, create roleplay connections between factions and enjoy some pvp out in the fresh air of the real world (of Azeroth). I look forward to sharing my experience observing and participating (a tiny bit) in this event…

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A rose by any other name…

So, for a long time, I’ve known that there is a problem with Goldslipper.  No, it’s not that she’s riding a pink mount and hanging out by the mailbox too much.  It’s her name.  Within several days of joining Moon Guard (nearly four years ago), I got a number of comments from random players.  They all went along the lines of “nice rp name, idiot”.

No self-respecting elf would ever name their child Goldslipper.  The fact that her name was a tribute to my very first ever avatar, Samantha Goldslipper of Pirates of the Caribbean Online, a successful, fiesty pirate lass, was of no meaning to these fantasy rp folks.  I have a stupid name for my character.

I’ve considered the idea of just changing her name to a classic Blood Elf name.  I’ve researched elven name sites, looking for just the right one, and have found some that might work.  The issue I have, though, is that well, Gold is Gold.  She, and her experiences, have all been so immersed in Goldslipper’ism, that it’s impossible to imagine her NOT being Gold.  Everyone calls me Gold, or Goldy, or Goldie, and it might hard for both me, and my friends, to adjust.  So, a new idea has emerged.

I will write a story around her name, to justify it.

I have the seed of a story, and I am running it by a few friends to see what they think, and there are some details I need to work out, but I am really excited about putting a background together for Gold.  I think, in a way, it might be THE part of rp that I am interested in, more than actually engaging in conversations as a character.  I’m not sure that part of it is for me, really.  I tend to be more of a contemplative type and like to develop my ideas.  Not so good on the spur of the moment.  Although, perhaps with a background story, and one of those rp mods, I’ll get a little chance to exercise those skills and see if it is fun.

I look forward to posting an intro to her story soon!


This is a really old draft post that I had saved, and after looking it over, it seems ready to go.  Hopefully I didn’t miss any typos or bad grammar 🙂

This weekend, one of our non-guild friends was hanging out in vent and mentioned that he was going to have an IC funeral for his orc DK.  The story went that his orc was part of the Frostwolf Clan, came into contact with another orc from the Bonechewer Clan, and there was some nastiness. When he finally convinced his guild leader that they should be allowed to fight, so that he could do the honorable orc thing, he ended up dying in battle, which is the only way to die, for a proper orc, apparently.

A funeral?  Perfect!  It was the ideal next RP event for me to witness, after the wedding.  I immediately searched through my bags for something all black to wear, and not finding anything…..too many miscellaneous relics, leftover quest items, snowballs, I really need to get in there and organize some things…..decided that my normal battle-gear would be appropriate to honor a fallen warrior.  You agree, right?  Oh goodness, where is the Dear Abby of Azeroth, I really could have used her at the moment….

At the time of the event, apparently attendance was a little scant, so I told my friend that I would ask around.  I checked in with those who were online, and got mostly no’s.  Several people were committed to ICC runs, several just not interested in RP.  It was explained to me that RP funerals, in a game where characters have the ability to resurrect, just aren’t that popular.  One of my friends helped recruit a little bit in trade, and I think we got a few attendees based on his mention, which was nice.  All were polite, which was great.  You never know what might happen when you go into trade looking for folks, I suppose…

We did get a small, yet decent-sized group together and it turned out to be a pleasant RP event for me.  We met in Nagrand, found a quiet little pvp-free spot, and began the initial part of the ceremony.  The shaman (alt to the DK) said some nice things about the DK, and then offered up the chance for the attendees to contribute their thoughts.  Having had this particular DK lead me through my first successful run of regular HoR, so I was able to say with honesty, that he had been there in one of the greatest battles in my fighting career to date, and would be sorely missed.

The shaman then indicated that we would be proceeding to the ancient burial grounds, where the DK’s body would be burned on a pyre, per orcish tradition.  Some of the female characters chose to stay back and process their grief without seeing the body.  My guildies, one of the DK’s guildies and the shaman rode on over to the burial grounds, where the shaman said some more words, and we watched as the fire claimed the physical remnants of the former DK.

The death, or possible death of a character, is something that I’ve now run into a couple of times in the game.  I have a friend with a DK who, IC, is still so guilt-ridden by his actions, that he thinks that once he kills the Lich King, he might take his own life.  It makes me wonder, do most roleplayers have some outline for the potential death of their character?  How it would happen, when, where…..all the little details worked out?

I have to giggle thinking of Goldslipper’s potential death…….it would likely be a scenario where she lost control of her mount and fell off of a cliff, or she accidentally enraged a huge number of enemies and was stomped to bits, or exploded with magical attack spells, or filled with arrows like some cartoon character; or perhaps, she was just standing lost in thought, and a murloc or some other humorous creature got her from behind.  Those are reflections of the spacey way that I play the game sometimes, and could possibly be woven into her story.

During the recruiting of possible attendees for the funeral, one of my buddies was talking about funerals in general, and said that when he dies irl, he has requested that his family host a “funreal,” although he’s not sure if they will do it, because they think that all of the guests will think it is a typo.  According to his description, it sounds like a big party in celebration of the life of the deceased, balloon animals included.  Pretty fun, I think.

In a separate conversation, another friend and I were discussing the existence (or not) of God, demons and angels, which ties into what happens to us after we die.  At my age, it’s probably rare to not have all of that worked out, but, personally I still am not clear on what exactly happens to us after death, although at the moment, I am leaning toward thinking that we suffer the exact same fate as any mosquito, daisy or other living creature……simple disintegration into the ground over time.  Why would it be any different for humans? Just because we think, should we get a better deal after death?  Like Goldslipper’s storyline, though, the thinking there is a work in progress, waiting for a break between dog walks, runs to the neighborhood pool and cooking, cleaning, etc. 🙂

I love that the game, and the people that I interact with in it, occasionally stimulate these kinds of thoughts and conversations.  Perhaps it’s the epic nature of the stories and the fantasy/mythological nature of the characters that allows for some of the more profound topics to occasionally surface.  Not that it’s always like that, mind you…..the other day, I found myself talking with a friend about him ninja’ing the kitchen for something to eat, and then the conversation turned to cereal choices…. I said that Cinnamon Toast Crunch is the cereal of choice at our house, he was opting for Frosted Flakes.

After the cremation of our friend’s DK, most of us had to get going.  One guildie had to hit the gym, the other needed to get back to leveling his 5th toon to 80, I needed to go help the hubby with dinner on the grill.  Epic thoughts tucked away, it was time to head back to real life.

Waking up with RP on the brain…..

I have discussed in earlier posts how I am not an RP’er yet, but that I am an interested onlooker, waiting for the right moment to open the door to that particular shop of wonders.

That moment might be sooner than I thought.

I woke up one recent morning with a storyline on my mind. I think it was after reading some blog post about raid buffing and how it really helps to have a beast mastery hunter in the group. Somehow, that little nugget of information stuck in my head and became a wisp of a storyline. I saw a young male elf in Ghostlands, no more than a toddler, really, who was somehow able to command the spiders, lions and bats with his unique powers. I turned his story over and over in my mind, replaying it, imagining his mother’s reaction to him arriving home from playtime in the woods with a trail of creatures following after him.  I imagined the tiny woodland inhabitants he might keep as pets in his pockets, to be found on laundry day…..beetles, grubs, rats, perhaps even a box of smaller spiders to play with, all things that are so appealing to a mother-elf. I then leapt forward to a day when he might command a large army of loyal and ferocious beasts to bring down enormous enemy forces.

It was such a creative, mind-opening experience.

Then……one of my friends in the game happened to suggest that he would like to start a new character, so that he will have a warrior available when Cataclysm comes out. He wondered if I might want to level a character up alongside of his, and when I mentioned that I had a low-level priest, he said that it would be a good pairing. I inquired if there would be any Rpeez, and he said that there might. Gasp! Could it be time?!!!

So, we have, on and off, been discussing the background of the characters very lightly, and I have started to catch up on my lore in my little spare bits of time.

I have to say, now I get it. I am finding myself absorbed with understanding these two characters, what their backgrounds are, why they might possibly be involved in helping each other, and what their paths might be. The history is now relevant, the need for them to have a purpose now makes understanding the lore absolutely critical (if my character is a priestess, then what KIND of priestess, and how does priestesses think, act, speak…)  I wonder what they might be feeling emotionally or physically. He is going to be starting out as a Wretched, at least for a period of time, which could make it interesting (certainly hilarious images entered my head, of course, of my character being his crack-whore trying to find mana-crystals for his addiction until she can figure out a way to help him become cured of his transformed state).

Can you tell that this is very exciting for me?  The door to the RP world has creaked open just a teeny tiny little bit, and the light is shining through, luring me inside, with a nearly unavoidable pull…….

Walk of Elders

How did I get up HERE?

Well, it involved a new friend of mine who knows a lot of fun tricks, his entourage, complete with special rays, and oh yes, a priest who can levitate.

Pretty neat little place to hang out.

After a number of folks got up here and tazered unsuspecting bystanders down below, Goldie had to log, and so she woke up in the same spot the next morning. Thank goodness she didn’t roll off the edge in her sleep, eh? It was a great place for me to hang out, watch the sun rise, and work on resetting my keybinds for Healbot (still trying to figure out Grid, so it’s not up and running yet, but soon, I promise, soooooooon :)) I hated to jump down, but eventually I had to queue for something, right?

While we were making our way up to the location, I was too busy trying to follow instructions, so I didn’t capture any good screenshots…..here is one that I found, with our group leader in the distance up ahead, guiding us toward the ultimate destination 🙂

If you have a nice priest friend, it would make a lovely place for a sunrise hike or a picnic lunch, don’t you think?

Nice Tanks

There is nothing like a really nice tank.

This morning I had the opportunity to play with a really great tank, Kharon of Hydraxis. He was the tank for my first random, FoS. After completing the first run, he also tanked for a second run, and then traded out to do dps after a new tank joined us.

What really made Kharon great to play with, is that he not only tanked nicely (or so it seemed to me, although I am hardly capable of judging yet), but he was super patient. Our first group wiped once (I think it was because I got the soul pulled out of me, and someone didn’t stop the dps), and he had to wait while I found my way back, which, if you know Goldslipper, well, it can be a time to /facepalm, she is so directionally challenged.

The second run was especially interesting, full of weird, but fun sort of skill-testers. I am still a bit blurry, as it went so fast and involved so much death and crazy healing and a very serious OOM situation.

At one point, we were trying to rez our poor groupmate, Tempesto, who sadly, got kicked from the group after not being able to make it back to the instance…..I really feel for him, as I could easily have been the one in that spot. Kharon ran me back in, after finding me and guiding me all the way back, and as we were standing there, trying to rez Tempesto, I thought, well, maybe I just need to inch a little bit close, and BOOM, aggro’d one of the enemies.

The fun thing, was that Kharon and I basically two-manned the mob, and it was REALLY FUN!  I got to melee a bit, try some unique spells…..it was really cool!

Then, the new tank arrived (not sure how that happened, because Kharon was originally queued as the tank, and had been since the beginning of the instance, but whatever….) and we got going, and basically 3-manned Branjahm, which was ALSO very fun and exciting.  Nothing gets the adrenalin up like a good fight with less than the normal amount of people. Wow! I was nearly OOM for the last portion of that fight, and had to try and pull out all the stops, even jumping in to melee again.  I wish I had opportunities to practice my skills like that more often, but in an environment where I wouldn’t be risking the death of real players, you know? It is great for the reflexes, but if everyone dies, well, after a while, that gets old.

We made it to the end boss, but the new tank died (massive guilt, as always, on my part), and the realm shutdown was in about 4 minutes, so basically everyone left, and Kharon and I had a few minutes to chat.

I thanked him for being so patient….literally, I think we spent half of the time dead, with me flying around the citadel, trying to find the entrance (think I finally know where to go).

I also commented to him that I thought Hydraxis must be one of the best realms.  I can’t count how many really nice players I’ve met in randoms from that realm. He didn’t seem to think it was anything special, but I wonder if he just doesn’t want to brag?

Have you run into any particularly nice tanks in your randoms?

When the first one to wake you up on Easter morning is your guildie….

Around 3am this morning, through the haze of sleep, I heard a familiar three-tone noise.

Wha?  Huh?

I reached around for my phone, wondering who could possibly be messaging me at this time of the night, and why????

It was my dear sweet guildie, letting me know that SMC was overrun with fuzzy bunnies.

As a mom of three lovely children, I certainly expected to be up early this morning, definitely for some stealthy easter egg hiding, maybe even “woken up” by one of the kids, too eager to hunt for candy-filled eggs to sleep past, say 4am, or something like that.  I didn’t, however, expect that the first person I would hear from on Easter morning would be one of the guildies.

I had to chuckle to myself. You know that WoW has moved in and become an institution in your life when your guildie is the first one to wake you up on Easter morning.

To make it especially funny, we have a guild rank called “Fuzzy Bunny” for new members (usually no one is there for very long, as it’s a very limited level).  For a moment, I was scratching my head, wondering if he’d recruited a whole slew of new players to the guild. Once my head cleared, and I was a little more awake, however, I realized which bunnies he was referring to.

I am really looking forward to egg hunting with my friends and guildies, finding someone in a dress to kiss (preferably a male character, for the chuckles and screenshot opportunity), and getting the next step toward “What A Long Strange Trip It’s Been” completed.

Happy Noblegarden All!