((Please note, this is an OOC post regarding the new quest line for the Quel'Delar sword in which Theron and the rest of the Sin'Dorei government is involved. I just need to explain my thoughts on the subject, which has also led to me taking a break from Twitter RP and blog posting. WARNING: There are spoilers ahead.))
I know it's been noticed that I've taken a break from posting to Twitter recently. I enjoy reacting to the various holidays and like to think how Theron would balance running the government, preparing for war, and still maintaining the pleasures of holidays and tradition to maintain morale among his people.
I was also excited that Theron, Rommath, and Halduron would be getting a little more "action" and development with the new Quel'Delar quest. During Burning Crusade, so much emphasis was put on Kael'thas that these three were virtually forgotten.
It is known that Rommath led the mages in rebuilding the city using magic, but half the city (the starting area) is still in ruins. There is also an NPC in Tranquillien who criticizes Rommath for not sending the reinforcements they've asked for. Also, it is known that Rommath was a loyal follower of Kael'thas, and was the one the Prince sent back to tell the Sin'Dorei about the glories of Outland. His encouragement is the reason there are pilgrims in Thrallmar and Falcon Watch, trying to join up with Kael's forces.
Of course, we know now that this is a bad idea, but this is the kind of information that has led me to believe that Rommath is a Kael'thas fanboy, and even at the end of BC might have still been working more for Kael than he was working for Silvermoon.
In contrast, the majority of the "personalities" of Theron and Halduron were developed in The Sunwell Trilogy by Richard Knaak. I have many scathing opinions about Knaak's work, but was thankful that Theron and Halduron were left virtually untouched. They were suspicious of Sylvanas, and with good reason: their beloved commander had been turned against them, and based on the book and in the game, I think that even Sylvanas would have approved of their actions in that story. I believe even she would rather kill a close friend who was suspected of being controlled by the Lich King than risk further loss of life by trying to open a dialogue with a person who may or may not be in their right mind.
I believe Theron and Halduron still look up to and respect Sylvanas, knowing all she went through and that it was her love of her people and her desire for revenge against the one who harmed her people that made her break free. You have to respect someone with that kind of willpower.
But that's all we really have on Theron and Halduron. There are a few bits of quest dialogue in regard to Theron: His response to Tranquillien regarding evil coming from Deatholme was late and those in charge of the town already knew this. However think about it: You deliver a message that was already likely delayed by bureaucratic red tape that was delayed even further when the courier was attacked. I think Theron's message to Tranquillen was probably fresh when it was composed, but became old news due to te delays that occurred after it was out of his hands.
There's also the quest in which the Blood Elves are accepted into the Horde. You kill Dar'khan Drathir, and take his head first to Theron, then Sylvanas, and finally to Thrall. Clearly there has already been discussion about allowing the Sin'Dorei into the Horde, with Sylvanas lobbying hard for her former people. Being able to say, "Look, we CAN take care of our own problems, so we have something to offer the Horde in return" was an important part of the Blood Elves being accepted.
In addition, Theron includes a cryptic message to Thrall that he admits to the player may or may not be true, but even as a white lie it's for a good reason. He says that Rommath returned with news for Thrall: "To answer your question, undoubtedly YES." I have never found out what that question was, though we have assumed that it's in regard to whether or not there are orcs in Outland who were never tainted by demon blood. If that is the case, even if Rommath and Theron did not know for certain, the were correct considering you meet the Mag'har later.
So I get the feeling that Theron has done the best with the position that was dropped in his lap. He's gone from soldier to diplomat, building relations with the Horde, rebuilding his people and homeland, dealing with Kael'thas coming back and harming his own people, negotiating with the Shattered Sun Offensive, and other rather unappealing situations where he's risen to the challenge.
However, by the end of BC, Lady Liadrin is the one negotiating with A'dal and Velen, and is the one who shows up when the Sunwell is reignited. Lore-wise, this is good for her. Like Grom Hellscream's story, she was the first who tapped the Naaru, M'uru, for his power, and then later said she was wrong in doing so (even though M'uru knew that it was to happen). It's a story of redemption of her people, and it was right that she was the one who ended the elves' dependency on fel magic to aid their withdrawal.
But once again, Theron and Halduron have little to do with this story. They are busy in the city...there is plenty to do without being the ones present for the return of the Sunwell. But as city leaders, I'm sure they had their involvement. Heck, you already have Alliance running around on the island that is the site of their most sacred source of power that they were dependent on for survival. Not to mention, they had their share of issues regarding the return and death of Kael'thas.
In RPing Theron on Twitter and on this blog, I have tried to put myself in his shoes. Yes, there is some Sin'Dorei arrogance, but there's also the humility of being in a position of leadership that he rightfully earned. I think the circumstances that put him in as the city leader of his people make him out to be a level-headed person who knows both military strategy as well as political negotiations. All in all, I think he would be a *nice guy* to get to know, and try to portray him as such. He has his passions and his flaws. He makes mistakes but had to have been highly successful to earn the job. We don't know his heritage, but he clearly isn't a Sunstrider, wasn't born into this form of leadership, and wasn't groomed for it since childhood. I have tried to keep the personality I portray as one that evolved logically from his situation.
However, either I was WAY off base, or Blizz decided to twist Theron into a giant douche for the same of the Quel'Delar quest coming in 3.3. Based on the evidence of the quest, I really think the mistakes (yes, plural) are on Blizz's side for not thinking logically.
In this quest, a player finds the hilt of a sword and works to restore the sword to its former glory. Of course, everyone wants the sword, from the Sin'dorei/Sunreavers to the Silver Covenant to the Argent Crusade. This much, I can accept. But some things don't make sense.
The sword belonged to an elven hero who died defending the Sunwell when Arthas destroyed it to resurrect Kel'Thuzad a few years ago. Granted, at this point the elves of Quel'thalas were Quel'dorei (high elves, with blue eyes) because it took place before the conversion of the majority of the elves to Sin'dorei.
Sticking Kel'thuzad's remains into the holy Sunwell tainted it, and it exploded. The elves, who didn't realize how dependent they had become on the Sunwell's magic, began to slip into illness. Some became the Wretched. Those who became Blood Elves found were shown how to survive off of fel magic, thus changing the glow of their eyes to green. This is similar to the orcs' skins turning green when they drank demon blood. Then, you have those who rejected the fel magic method...those who chose to turn their back on their people remained Quel'dorei. They went back to the Alliance to try to stay near the Moonwells which provided some relief to their withdrawal. Thus, the animosity between the Sin'dorei and the remaining Quel'dorei was born.
So back to finding the hilt of Quel'Delar. The previous owner died before the "Sin'dorei" existed. Who knows which side he'd take in that quarrel? But he was a hero and died defending the Sunwell. This is important.
When Wrath launched, it became apparent that the Quel'dorei have become more prominent among the Alliance. The city of Dalaran, originally a human city that was open to mages of all races, has become polarized. It is run by the human, Rhonin, and his wife, Vereesa (Sylvanas's own sister) is still Quel'dorei. The Silver Covenant, her faction, has worked to keep Blood Elves out of Dalaran, while Aethas Sunreaver managed to help not only Blood Elves but all the Horde races gain acceptance. Even still, virtually all the NPCs of the city are Alliance-based. I can accept this.
For the Quel'Delar quest, as a Horde member, you are trying to find out more information about the sword, put it back together, find out why the Silver Covenant wants it, and you eventually have to take it down to the Isle of Quel'Danas.
The Isle is changing in 3.3. It is no longer the domain of the Shattered Sun Offensive, but is being rebuilt by the government of Silvermoon. Afterall, it is in Sin'dorei territory, and thus the duty of the Blood Elves to restore the island. Here is where I begin to have issues.
You are to meet Halduron, even if you are Alliance, who sends you to find the remains of the hero (Thalorien Dawnseeker), and obtain his blessing.
Two issues here:
1) Remains? Shouldn't the guy be buried with a grand statue in his honor? Granted, I haven't seen the quest myself, but the text strikes me as odd.
2) After getting caught up in the attacks on Silvermoon for the "For the Alliance" kill-all-the-city-leaders "achievement" (I still believe the leaders need to be buffed up to make the achievement mean something), why the hell would Halduron be accepting of seeing an Alliance who isn't a Quel'dorei (guess what isn't a playable race, folks!) wielding what may very well be the sword of one of *OUR* heroes?
Next, you're sent in to immerse the blade into the Sunwell to purify it. Halduron warns you that the leaders of Silvermoon are inside, and at least for the Horde version, you are told to be wary and not get caught up in Theron's and Rommath's political scheming.
1) Halduron is allegedly Theron's best friend. Way to be supportive, bro.
2) While I get that this is a good way to get the sword purified, even after speaking to Thalorien's remains, I can't honestly believe that Halduron or any of the leaders within would allow a person (especially Alliance, but that includes the Horde) to saunter in and just stick an unknown something into the blessed Sunwell that was JUST. EFFING. RESTORED.
Inside, Liadrin's being melodramatic to some pilgrims. "I was a bad girl and did horrible things, but I was redeemed." Nice. But the emo writing seems off, especially for Blizz. Look, yes Liadrin was the first to tap M'uru, and yes, it was a bad thing. But the way it's written just paints all Blood Elves as being evil and bad and black-hearted. It's like Blizz totally forgot that the Sin'dorei did what they had to in order to survive.
In the meantime, as stated before, you casually toss this unknown sword into the Sunwell in front of those who would rather die than see their holy site corrupted again. Riiiiight.
They all exclaim that it MUST be Quel'Delar, and Theron thanks the player (note: being a nice guy and THANKING even an Alliance rather than killing the person on sight) for restoring the sword to its rightful owners. When he tries to take the sword, he's thrown back and knocked down to half health. To add insult to injury (literally), random important High Elf guy scolds Theron, saying his "foolishness" is what caused his injuries, and that Quel'Delar chooses its own master. Rommath agrees, but tells the high elf (Auric Sunchaser) to bite his tongue and tells the player to GTFO. Then Sunchaser has the audacity to say, "You have done what many quel'dorei have dreamt of for years. Quel'Delar has been restored at last."
So really...what the hell did Theron do to get this treatment? He's been scolded by a guy who wasn't even around to help restore the Sunwell (oh, but now they want to suck off it like the little parasites they are), he earned his position and did a pretty decent job of setting his people back on their feet after being betrayed a few too many times, his best friend is telling people to be wary of him, and he hasn't even gotten a dang promotion yet. He's still Regent, and the way Liadrin's talking, she's the one getting all the credit. Shoot, people STILL can't remember his name.
It's all been making it difficult to be able to RP Theron on Twitter and in this blog since 3.3 isn't live yet, and despite all the crap handed to him in the above paragraph, I still don't see him as the type who would whine about it and /ragequit. But it's been making it difficult to keep him accurate to the character knowing that this quest is going to drop soon.
Seriously, Blizz? Think you can stop painting the Sin'dorei as evil and thankless little douchenozzles, when clearly the award should go to the Quel'dorei who chickenshitted out of helping all during BC, and NOW suddenly act like they're entitled to what the rest of us worked and died for?
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Feeling raw and exposed
As you can clearly see from my blog and my Twitter posts, I'm a regular drinker. Usually I drink socially, in celebration of an event, or for other upbeat, positive reasons. When I get inebriated, I'm usually a happy, flirtatious, outgoing person.
Last night, I was drinking for the wrong reason, and I feel I owe an apology and an explanation. I was drinking because I was in a bad mood, and while I had no intention to become completely sloshed, it happened anyway. That's usually not a good combination.
Yesterday was rough. There are rumors going around of what is going to happen in the upcoming months. Some things are obvious: we're preparing to strike at the Lich King in Icecrown. Being Harvest Festival when we are honoring our fallen heroes, it's impossible to face the fact that we're going to war and many people will not be returning home.
But there are also rumors--prophecies of what will happen at Icecrown and beyond. Some of the oracles who have had these visions are more trustworthy than others, but what they report is disturbing beyond words.
Thrall will take his leave as leader of the Horde. Some say he will have a Wrynn-like experience where he is kidnapped and found suffering amnesia. But even after his identity is revealed, he won't be coming back as leader of the Horde.
Garrosh will be taking his place, and one of his moves will be against Cairne Bloodhoof...possibly even leading to Cairne's assassination.
The Trolls, Forsaken, and my own people will be removed from the center of Orgrimmar. While I know we can handle ourselves on the other continent in the Eastern Kingdoms, what does this mean of Vol'jin? Will he and his people get their lands back? Will they go willingly? Or, after having been Thrall's right-hand-man for so long, will VJ be exiled away? How will he take it?
And Sylvanas.... Fighting in Icecrown will happen. I know her. I know she'll want to be there. If she cannot make the killing blow herself, she will want to be present when the Lich King falls. This makes me worry, as she has an attitude of "He will die. And if I die, I will take him with me." She is that determined. Some prophets are predicting she won't return.
I know...so much of this is rumor, supposition, and possibly simply the hallucinations of madmen. There have been no predictions as to what will happen to me, but at this point I don't care. When people predict all your friends will be dead or missing, the world suddenly feels very scary and very very lonely.
If I wasn't feeling bitter enough, I accidentally said some things to the Boss Lady and triggered her own melancholy. She disappeared for the most part of the day, allegedly lamenting her death and the fall of Quel'Thalas. I know she takes it as a "failure" and that eats at her every day. But if I hadn't...no, Dar'Khan would have conned someone else, but even still...
Sylvie, I'm sorry. It shouldn't have happened in the first place. I'm so sorry.
So I did what any man could do with his bitterness and guilt and anger and despair: I bottled it up, went to Winterspring with Lady Dawnrise and her friend, and took out my frustrations in a killing spree of hostile beings. If I couldn't protect my home or people, and can't protect my friends in the future, at least for now, I could protect a few who are so dear to me.
The excursion helped. The emotional aspect of those memories were vented in physical activity. The memories pushed back down and re-bottled as I reveled in the here-and-now. But it was a fragile suppression, as I returned home to many frantic notes and messengers about the Dark Lady missing without a trace. She returned about the same time I did, and we reassured everyone she could take care of herself. She and I spoke a little. And she said to me, "I think all this talk of the future has had a sobering effect on all of us, even someone as cranky as @blightcaller."
Sobering effect. At that point, that was the last thing I wanted. So I sent a message to Thrall I would be in Orgrimmar soon. Brewfest was still going on, and I needed a drink or ten.
Mind you, I had no intention of getting as smashed as I did, but as soon as I arrived a large platoon of Dark Iron Dwarves showed up too. Instinct struck as I saw them kicking festival goers out of the way, and I had to protect them. But my weapons did little good against them. It hurt to watch this invasion and feel so helpless...again.
Then an orc at Drohn's Distillery, pushed a stein in my hand and said, "Liquid courage." I watched as he chugged his drink and threw the mug at an approaching dwarf, striking the dwarf squarely on the head and knocking it out. I followed suit, rapidly chugging and flinging as mugs of various brews were continuously put into my hands.
It was over in minutes, but it felt like hours. And by the time I reconnected with my friends, I was sloshed. At least I had a victory I could claim, but...no one else had been there. No one else could celebrate with me. No one else would, as they all had their reasons to remain sober for the night. I don't even know if Thrall showed up. He probably got side-tracked by another emergency.
I was trying to protect them...
So much for suppressing those feelings through some social interaction and drinking just enough to relax. Instead, all those emotions from before were magnified.
Even worse, the Prophet Velen showed up and saw me in this state. Great. Admittedly, in my inebriated state, I mistook some of his comments for veiled insults and lashed out in kind. I felt isolated at that point, and hyper-sensitive to disapproval of my behavior in public. It was not my best moment.
Luisette, may the Well bless her, escorted me home and took care of me in ways she has become very skilled. She complained this morning of lower back pain, and Sylvanas suggested it might have occurred to something she did to me overnight. Perhaps. Or perhaps it was from when I woke up in the middle of the night, practically crushing her against me, my tears slipping into her hair. I had been dreaming of losing my friends, and could not bear losing another. Not her.
Perhaps I should be relieved that she was still there in the morning. Perhaps I should be relieved my friends and fellow leaders were still around too. Hangover aside, I still feel bitter. Bitter and angry and apprehensive. I am worried for my friends, and worried what it could all mean for my people. I know that I have been ranked as #6 on the "Better Warchief than Garrosh Hellscream" list, with Hogger edging me down from the other present-day leaders (and Saurfang). I don't care. I wouldn't want the job.
Under normal circumstances, elves live long lives. I just want to know that I have many more years left where I will be able to drink and laugh and enjoy the company of my friends.
At this moment I'm grasping desperately for any reason to relax and laugh at all.
Last night, I was drinking for the wrong reason, and I feel I owe an apology and an explanation. I was drinking because I was in a bad mood, and while I had no intention to become completely sloshed, it happened anyway. That's usually not a good combination.
Yesterday was rough. There are rumors going around of what is going to happen in the upcoming months. Some things are obvious: we're preparing to strike at the Lich King in Icecrown. Being Harvest Festival when we are honoring our fallen heroes, it's impossible to face the fact that we're going to war and many people will not be returning home.
But there are also rumors--prophecies of what will happen at Icecrown and beyond. Some of the oracles who have had these visions are more trustworthy than others, but what they report is disturbing beyond words.
Thrall will take his leave as leader of the Horde. Some say he will have a Wrynn-like experience where he is kidnapped and found suffering amnesia. But even after his identity is revealed, he won't be coming back as leader of the Horde.
Garrosh will be taking his place, and one of his moves will be against Cairne Bloodhoof...possibly even leading to Cairne's assassination.
The Trolls, Forsaken, and my own people will be removed from the center of Orgrimmar. While I know we can handle ourselves on the other continent in the Eastern Kingdoms, what does this mean of Vol'jin? Will he and his people get their lands back? Will they go willingly? Or, after having been Thrall's right-hand-man for so long, will VJ be exiled away? How will he take it?
And Sylvanas.... Fighting in Icecrown will happen. I know her. I know she'll want to be there. If she cannot make the killing blow herself, she will want to be present when the Lich King falls. This makes me worry, as she has an attitude of "He will die. And if I die, I will take him with me." She is that determined. Some prophets are predicting she won't return.
I know...so much of this is rumor, supposition, and possibly simply the hallucinations of madmen. There have been no predictions as to what will happen to me, but at this point I don't care. When people predict all your friends will be dead or missing, the world suddenly feels very scary and very very lonely.
If I wasn't feeling bitter enough, I accidentally said some things to the Boss Lady and triggered her own melancholy. She disappeared for the most part of the day, allegedly lamenting her death and the fall of Quel'Thalas. I know she takes it as a "failure" and that eats at her every day. But if I hadn't...no, Dar'Khan would have conned someone else, but even still...
Sylvie, I'm sorry. It shouldn't have happened in the first place. I'm so sorry.
So I did what any man could do with his bitterness and guilt and anger and despair: I bottled it up, went to Winterspring with Lady Dawnrise and her friend, and took out my frustrations in a killing spree of hostile beings. If I couldn't protect my home or people, and can't protect my friends in the future, at least for now, I could protect a few who are so dear to me.
The excursion helped. The emotional aspect of those memories were vented in physical activity. The memories pushed back down and re-bottled as I reveled in the here-and-now. But it was a fragile suppression, as I returned home to many frantic notes and messengers about the Dark Lady missing without a trace. She returned about the same time I did, and we reassured everyone she could take care of herself. She and I spoke a little. And she said to me, "I think all this talk of the future has had a sobering effect on all of us, even someone as cranky as @blightcaller."
Sobering effect. At that point, that was the last thing I wanted. So I sent a message to Thrall I would be in Orgrimmar soon. Brewfest was still going on, and I needed a drink or ten.
Mind you, I had no intention of getting as smashed as I did, but as soon as I arrived a large platoon of Dark Iron Dwarves showed up too. Instinct struck as I saw them kicking festival goers out of the way, and I had to protect them. But my weapons did little good against them. It hurt to watch this invasion and feel so helpless...again.
Then an orc at Drohn's Distillery, pushed a stein in my hand and said, "Liquid courage." I watched as he chugged his drink and threw the mug at an approaching dwarf, striking the dwarf squarely on the head and knocking it out. I followed suit, rapidly chugging and flinging as mugs of various brews were continuously put into my hands.
It was over in minutes, but it felt like hours. And by the time I reconnected with my friends, I was sloshed. At least I had a victory I could claim, but...no one else had been there. No one else could celebrate with me. No one else would, as they all had their reasons to remain sober for the night. I don't even know if Thrall showed up. He probably got side-tracked by another emergency.
I was trying to protect them...
So much for suppressing those feelings through some social interaction and drinking just enough to relax. Instead, all those emotions from before were magnified.
Even worse, the Prophet Velen showed up and saw me in this state. Great. Admittedly, in my inebriated state, I mistook some of his comments for veiled insults and lashed out in kind. I felt isolated at that point, and hyper-sensitive to disapproval of my behavior in public. It was not my best moment.
Luisette, may the Well bless her, escorted me home and took care of me in ways she has become very skilled. She complained this morning of lower back pain, and Sylvanas suggested it might have occurred to something she did to me overnight. Perhaps. Or perhaps it was from when I woke up in the middle of the night, practically crushing her against me, my tears slipping into her hair. I had been dreaming of losing my friends, and could not bear losing another. Not her.
Perhaps I should be relieved that she was still there in the morning. Perhaps I should be relieved my friends and fellow leaders were still around too. Hangover aside, I still feel bitter. Bitter and angry and apprehensive. I am worried for my friends, and worried what it could all mean for my people. I know that I have been ranked as #6 on the "Better Warchief than Garrosh Hellscream" list, with Hogger edging me down from the other present-day leaders (and Saurfang). I don't care. I wouldn't want the job.
Under normal circumstances, elves live long lives. I just want to know that I have many more years left where I will be able to drink and laugh and enjoy the company of my friends.
At this moment I'm grasping desperately for any reason to relax and laugh at all.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Brewfest...HOORAY BEER!
My office has been turned into a "dry out" center by the Priesthood. They decided that it was a convenient location since it was near their headquarters. I'm glad to help, but...MY OFFICE! And Rommath spends all his time on WebMD on MY netherbox, so...
...the best thing I can do is go enjoy Brewfest some more.
Have you seen the pink elekks yet? No? Find some of this beer.
Do it.
One of the best beers in the world.
Thank me later.
Rommath wants my netherbox again. I'll be at Farstrider Retreat. I'll have some kegs sent up.
...the best thing I can do is go enjoy Brewfest some more.
Have you seen the pink elekks yet? No? Find some of this beer.
Do it.
One of the best beers in the world.
Thank me later.
Rommath wants my netherbox again. I'll be at Farstrider Retreat. I'll have some kegs sent up.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Diplomatic matters
As one can probably guess, things have been busy in Silvermoon. This week we had a state visit from Archmage Aethas Sunreaver and Rhonin. Rhonin wanted to visit a city and land whose very essence was imbued with magic. I think he also wanted to visit his wife's homeland, but she did not join him. This was probably a good thing, as the atmosphere in Sunfury Spire was tense enough. I hear she's none too fond of the path our people have taken, and I'm sure that Halduron and I would have ended up "having words" with her. Sylvanas's sister has a harpy's tongue when she wishes to express her opinion. It's a good thing that only Rhonin came.
Of course, since Rhonin was here, Sunreaver had to accompany him. This, too, was probably a good thing. I trust any potential assassins stayed their blades and magic with the Archmagus by Rhonin's side at all times. Neutral or not, Rhonin is only a human, and there are many still bitter toward the entire race. Plus, Sunreaver is aware of the need to keep many aspects of the city, particularly the magical ones, secret. So he could give Rhonin some information without divulging anything important.
The downside is that three high-ranking mages in the same room makes for a volatile situation. At one point, Halduron defused it with a large bucket of cold water. I was caught in the splash, but it was certainly worth getting soaked to see those three sputter a bit. Halduron's lucky he's got that "good-looking boyish innocence and charm" thing going on. Somehow he can do things like that and get away with it.
My best friend is a lucky bastard.
Of course, since Rhonin was here, Sunreaver had to accompany him. This, too, was probably a good thing. I trust any potential assassins stayed their blades and magic with the Archmagus by Rhonin's side at all times. Neutral or not, Rhonin is only a human, and there are many still bitter toward the entire race. Plus, Sunreaver is aware of the need to keep many aspects of the city, particularly the magical ones, secret. So he could give Rhonin some information without divulging anything important.
The downside is that three high-ranking mages in the same room makes for a volatile situation. At one point, Halduron defused it with a large bucket of cold water. I was caught in the splash, but it was certainly worth getting soaked to see those three sputter a bit. Halduron's lucky he's got that "good-looking boyish innocence and charm" thing going on. Somehow he can do things like that and get away with it.
My best friend is a lucky bastard.
The Lady After Dark
For some reason, no one had the foresight to tell me that the Boss Lady had a blog of her own. I found it after Googling my own name to see what PR atrocities might need to be resolved these days.
(Trust me, when you're in a position of leadership, you must do this every so often to find out who is making claims like you're their father. Funny...THAT one believes that her mother is Sylvanas. Hey, Boss Lady, is that a night YOU remember?)
To address some of Sylvanas's criticisms, I must say this: I was comfortable leading the Rangers. We were the land's military presence, and those good people would gladly lay down their lives without question if it was in defense of their homeland. Compare that to leading the rest of the citizenship, who would sooner die than get dirty. It's an entirely new challenge, and while I'm handling it fairly well (as far as I can tell), it takes vastly different methods than what we did in the Farstriders.
So yes, I get fussy when it comes to matters of state. There are a lot of people who resent no longer having a monarchy, and they cling to the "old ways." Due to this stubbornness against change, I am under constant criticism when it comes to government protocol. When Lady Sylvanas visits, I'd like to greet her as a friend and former boss. I'd like her to have the freedom to walk around the city as she pleases. I'd like to treat her with the pleasant familiarity we once had, rather than the awkwardness that has grown between us.
What the remaining nobles wish to see is a grand display of state, including the escorts, formal banquets, and celebrations in her honor because she is the leader of the Forsaken. To not treat her as a Queen is an insult, making Silvermoon and our new government look (or so they assume) disrespectful to the rest of the Horde. Such an affront is what my critics look for so they can promote someone with a noble title (and without a lick of experience) into my position.
Imagine, if you will, some flouncy ponce with a title of nobility and no real experience leading Silvermoon. You know the ones who survived were the ones who hid while Sylvanas fought to the bitter end. Would anyone want one of those in the position of authority? Some people do, and they are the ones whose game I must play for the good of the city. It may be enough to tell the Forsaken that following orders will lead to Arthas's downfall, but with the general Sin'dorei population one must use a silver-tongued approach.
My dear Sylvanas, understand this is why I must act as I do when you arrive in Silvermoon unannounced. The bowing and scraping and fussiness is for their comfort as much as it is for yours. Not having to deal with such fussiness is why when I need a break I go camping or fishing or hunting or get laid. With the exception of the latter, Thrall is often willing to join. You might want to try it some time. Hence, offers to go hunting still stand.
Finally, I totally believe that Rommath sent that picture to everyone you know. But knowing him, he probably received it as a chain letter email that told him to forward it to all of his contacts or his ears would fall off again. He may be a master mage (or so we're told) but when it comes to anything outside his area of expertise (whatever that is) he's not too bright.
(Trust me, when you're in a position of leadership, you must do this every so often to find out who is making claims like you're their father. Funny...THAT one believes that her mother is Sylvanas. Hey, Boss Lady, is that a night YOU remember?)
To address some of Sylvanas's criticisms, I must say this: I was comfortable leading the Rangers. We were the land's military presence, and those good people would gladly lay down their lives without question if it was in defense of their homeland. Compare that to leading the rest of the citizenship, who would sooner die than get dirty. It's an entirely new challenge, and while I'm handling it fairly well (as far as I can tell), it takes vastly different methods than what we did in the Farstriders.
So yes, I get fussy when it comes to matters of state. There are a lot of people who resent no longer having a monarchy, and they cling to the "old ways." Due to this stubbornness against change, I am under constant criticism when it comes to government protocol. When Lady Sylvanas visits, I'd like to greet her as a friend and former boss. I'd like her to have the freedom to walk around the city as she pleases. I'd like to treat her with the pleasant familiarity we once had, rather than the awkwardness that has grown between us.
What the remaining nobles wish to see is a grand display of state, including the escorts, formal banquets, and celebrations in her honor because she is the leader of the Forsaken. To not treat her as a Queen is an insult, making Silvermoon and our new government look (or so they assume) disrespectful to the rest of the Horde. Such an affront is what my critics look for so they can promote someone with a noble title (and without a lick of experience) into my position.
Imagine, if you will, some flouncy ponce with a title of nobility and no real experience leading Silvermoon. You know the ones who survived were the ones who hid while Sylvanas fought to the bitter end. Would anyone want one of those in the position of authority? Some people do, and they are the ones whose game I must play for the good of the city. It may be enough to tell the Forsaken that following orders will lead to Arthas's downfall, but with the general Sin'dorei population one must use a silver-tongued approach.
My dear Sylvanas, understand this is why I must act as I do when you arrive in Silvermoon unannounced. The bowing and scraping and fussiness is for their comfort as much as it is for yours. Not having to deal with such fussiness is why when I need a break I go camping or fishing or hunting or get laid. With the exception of the latter, Thrall is often willing to join. You might want to try it some time. Hence, offers to go hunting still stand.
Finally, I totally believe that Rommath sent that picture to everyone you know. But knowing him, he probably received it as a chain letter email that told him to forward it to all of his contacts or his ears would fall off again. He may be a master mage (or so we're told) but when it comes to anything outside his area of expertise (whatever that is) he's not too bright.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
More on Rommath
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Call me "That Guy"
*facepalm*
But I must add, that's the extent of the grasp of proper grammar I expect of Varian Wrynn.
Typical.
*grumbles*
But I must add, that's the extent of the grasp of proper grammar I expect of Varian Wrynn.
Typical.
*grumbles*
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
At the risk of starting another war...
I was having a discussion with Cadistra about the Cenarion Circle's large amount of paperwork, yet their stance on protecting the environment. This brought up a question that was too complicated for the 140 character limit on Twitter.
As a Ranger, being close to nature is not a foreign concept. As a politician, I have to wonder (and point out the hypocrisy) about the decisions people make in regard to their treatment of the resources we have.
The initial question: If Druids are so protective of the environment, then why do they have so much paperwork? Even if the paper is recycled, they must still cut down trees for the raw materials.
If they cut down trees for paper to maintain their own bureaucracy, then why are the Night Elves so up in arms about the Orcs needing building materials? There is conflict in Warsong Gulch because the Orcs have no viable building materials in Durotar and need wood from nearby Ashenvale. Notice, they are not clear-cutting the entire forest (there is no lumbering going on adjacent to Splintertree Post, Mor'shan Rampart, or Zoram'gar Outpost), nor are they setting up lumbermills in Azshara. I also must bring up the point that wood is a renewable resource, and I'm sure everyone can work together to plant trees in place of the ones that need to be taken for building material.
Yes, Grom Hellscream and his Orcs cleared parts of the forest, but going to war only makes people more belligerent and stubborn to continue their ways. Again, wood is a renewable resource. Thrall is the type who understands nature, and would like to strike a balance between taking and giving. I believe Thrall would be willing to work with both Shamans and Druids to repair the damage done when taking what they need from the forest, but the attitude of the Silverwing Sentinels is not doing much to convince the Warsong Orcs to stop anything.
Perhaps it's a misunderstanding of orcish culture, behavior, and personality. The best way to get an Orc to stop doing something is NOT to tell him, "If you don't stop, I'm going to attack you!" An Orc is just going to smile and increase the rate of whatever he's doing to provoke a fight. The greatest honor to an Orc is dying on the battlefield, not dying in bed of old age, surrounded by friends and family. Give the lowliest peon who is stuck in a menial job a chance to die in battle, and he'll do what he can to make sure that battle happens.
This is NOT a difficult concept.
Finally, if they are so environmentally friendly and have issues with necessary logging of a renewable resource, how is it that Night Elves are on friendly terms with Dwarves and Gnomes? How can they go to war over the trees in Ashenvale, but look the other way when Dwarves strip-mine for non-renewable resources and artifacts? The Dwarves mining in the Barrens and Mulgore are not Dark Iron Dwarves, but Bronzebeard's people. In addition, the Stormpike Expedition traveled into Alterac Valley where Thrall's own clan, the Frostwolves, wanted to live in peace with the land. How can Night Elf Druids justify fighting alongside those who have invaded a land to take non-renewable resources from those who have lived in accord with the elements?
As for the Gnomes...while the invasion of their city by troggs and their subsequent need to destroy it was unfortunate, they detonated a radiation bomb. Need I say more?
This is not a question as to who should have "possession" of a particular bit of land, but what they intend to do with it.
I can't help but question this as being hypocritical. There is bad blood between Night Elves (and often, Druids in general) and Blood Elves due to our use of the Arcane. But think about this: after Silvermoon was razed we rebuilt our city with magic rather than destroying the land around us. Eversong Woods is our home and source of protection. The Farstriders would do anything to defend it, even use the Arcane (something we hesitate using) to keep our home safe.
I don't really want to start ANOTHER war when the problem with the Lich King still needs to be resolved in Northrend, but...
To my fellow Horde: If you ever see a Night Elf Druid riding a Mekgineer's Chopper in Alterac Valley...target them first.
As a Ranger, being close to nature is not a foreign concept. As a politician, I have to wonder (and point out the hypocrisy) about the decisions people make in regard to their treatment of the resources we have.
The initial question: If Druids are so protective of the environment, then why do they have so much paperwork? Even if the paper is recycled, they must still cut down trees for the raw materials.
If they cut down trees for paper to maintain their own bureaucracy, then why are the Night Elves so up in arms about the Orcs needing building materials? There is conflict in Warsong Gulch because the Orcs have no viable building materials in Durotar and need wood from nearby Ashenvale. Notice, they are not clear-cutting the entire forest (there is no lumbering going on adjacent to Splintertree Post, Mor'shan Rampart, or Zoram'gar Outpost), nor are they setting up lumbermills in Azshara. I also must bring up the point that wood is a renewable resource, and I'm sure everyone can work together to plant trees in place of the ones that need to be taken for building material.
Yes, Grom Hellscream and his Orcs cleared parts of the forest, but going to war only makes people more belligerent and stubborn to continue their ways. Again, wood is a renewable resource. Thrall is the type who understands nature, and would like to strike a balance between taking and giving. I believe Thrall would be willing to work with both Shamans and Druids to repair the damage done when taking what they need from the forest, but the attitude of the Silverwing Sentinels is not doing much to convince the Warsong Orcs to stop anything.
Perhaps it's a misunderstanding of orcish culture, behavior, and personality. The best way to get an Orc to stop doing something is NOT to tell him, "If you don't stop, I'm going to attack you!" An Orc is just going to smile and increase the rate of whatever he's doing to provoke a fight. The greatest honor to an Orc is dying on the battlefield, not dying in bed of old age, surrounded by friends and family. Give the lowliest peon who is stuck in a menial job a chance to die in battle, and he'll do what he can to make sure that battle happens.
This is NOT a difficult concept.
Finally, if they are so environmentally friendly and have issues with necessary logging of a renewable resource, how is it that Night Elves are on friendly terms with Dwarves and Gnomes? How can they go to war over the trees in Ashenvale, but look the other way when Dwarves strip-mine for non-renewable resources and artifacts? The Dwarves mining in the Barrens and Mulgore are not Dark Iron Dwarves, but Bronzebeard's people. In addition, the Stormpike Expedition traveled into Alterac Valley where Thrall's own clan, the Frostwolves, wanted to live in peace with the land. How can Night Elf Druids justify fighting alongside those who have invaded a land to take non-renewable resources from those who have lived in accord with the elements?
As for the Gnomes...while the invasion of their city by troggs and their subsequent need to destroy it was unfortunate, they detonated a radiation bomb. Need I say more?
This is not a question as to who should have "possession" of a particular bit of land, but what they intend to do with it.
I can't help but question this as being hypocritical. There is bad blood between Night Elves (and often, Druids in general) and Blood Elves due to our use of the Arcane. But think about this: after Silvermoon was razed we rebuilt our city with magic rather than destroying the land around us. Eversong Woods is our home and source of protection. The Farstriders would do anything to defend it, even use the Arcane (something we hesitate using) to keep our home safe.
I don't really want to start ANOTHER war when the problem with the Lich King still needs to be resolved in Northrend, but...
To my fellow Horde: If you ever see a Night Elf Druid riding a Mekgineer's Chopper in Alterac Valley...target them first.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Winter Veil Wish List - Part 2
The other day I posted my wish list. Since then, it turns out that one of my wishes has already been granted. It wasn't Christie Golden, but another talented scribe who submitted some information about me to our grand overlords at Blizzard. Said scribe embellished a little (as scribes are wont to do), but otherwise managed to document that time period between the recapture of the Isle of Quel'Danas and the expedition to Northrend perfectly. Amongst other things, they grasped my unwillingness to be called "king" despite the deserved promotion beyond "regent," the reasons I show some animosity toward Rommath (and yes, I do pity him at the same time), my desire for peace with the Quel'dorei, and the dawning realization that I must tread carefully to not follow Kael'thas's path of leadership.
And the scribe won a contest on my behalf.
Well, I'm glad more is now known about me. However, those particular days expose many raw emotions. I've read it over and over again, feeling old wounds reopen. It is the mark of a good scribe to be able to extract the same feelings no matter how many times we've read his/her work. The reason I try to keep this journal rather light-hearted and cover other subjects is because I don't wish to burden others with those problems they do not need to see. But once in a while, it is good that the audience understands what their leaders go through.
For that reason, I highly recommend giving it a read. Remember, while it is based on my own experiences, it was another scribe who completed the work and submitted it.
I need to find him and give him a promotion.
As to the subject of this post, since one of my wishes has now come true (although I was hoping for more of a biography so people would STOP claiming a relation to me that simply does NOT exist), I must now come up with a replacement.
I now ask Greatfather Winter a request on behalf of my people:
In neutral cities such and Dalaran and Shattrath, I would like the merchants, bankers, and other townspeople to also observe neutrality, lest my people begin to pull their support and protection. I've had numerous complaints that upon concluding business with Horde races, the townspeople often make the parting comment "For the Alliance!"
No. Just no.
I know the townsfolk have their loyalties too, but they are alienating those who would otherwise gladly help them. So in the spirit of diplomacy, I ask Greatfather Winter to make them see the folly of bias in neutral territory. My people go to Dalaran because they must. It's bad enough that they willingly go in and defend the Violet Hold knowing that is where their Prince, friends, and family members were driven to join the naga and Illidan in order to survive. But then to be told "for the Alliance!" when all they want to do is a simple banking transaction? After all they've been through such treatment is a slap in the face.
I'm not even asking for members of the Horde to find employment in the main part of Dalaran, forcing out those who already have an established livelihood there. Just requesting some conscious effort on the part of the townsfolk to remember that half the people supporting their economy and protection are not "for" the Alliance at all.
And the scribe won a contest on my behalf.
Well, I'm glad more is now known about me. However, those particular days expose many raw emotions. I've read it over and over again, feeling old wounds reopen. It is the mark of a good scribe to be able to extract the same feelings no matter how many times we've read his/her work. The reason I try to keep this journal rather light-hearted and cover other subjects is because I don't wish to burden others with those problems they do not need to see. But once in a while, it is good that the audience understands what their leaders go through.
For that reason, I highly recommend giving it a read. Remember, while it is based on my own experiences, it was another scribe who completed the work and submitted it.
I need to find him and give him a promotion.
As to the subject of this post, since one of my wishes has now come true (although I was hoping for more of a biography so people would STOP claiming a relation to me that simply does NOT exist), I must now come up with a replacement.
I now ask Greatfather Winter a request on behalf of my people:
In neutral cities such and Dalaran and Shattrath, I would like the merchants, bankers, and other townspeople to also observe neutrality, lest my people begin to pull their support and protection. I've had numerous complaints that upon concluding business with Horde races, the townspeople often make the parting comment "For the Alliance!"
No. Just no.
I know the townsfolk have their loyalties too, but they are alienating those who would otherwise gladly help them. So in the spirit of diplomacy, I ask Greatfather Winter to make them see the folly of bias in neutral territory. My people go to Dalaran because they must. It's bad enough that they willingly go in and defend the Violet Hold knowing that is where their Prince, friends, and family members were driven to join the naga and Illidan in order to survive. But then to be told "for the Alliance!" when all they want to do is a simple banking transaction? After all they've been through such treatment is a slap in the face.
I'm not even asking for members of the Horde to find employment in the main part of Dalaran, forcing out those who already have an established livelihood there. Just requesting some conscious effort on the part of the townsfolk to remember that half the people supporting their economy and protection are not "for" the Alliance at all.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Dating Advice, Part I: Communicating Your Desires
This is the first part of a series about dating, relationships, finding the right person, keeping the right person, not pissing off the right person, and what to do if it turns out that wasn't the right person after all. Questions and comments are welcome, but remember that if an issue isn't addressed in a segment, it may be touched upon in a later post.
On the etherbox (I believe those of you from Earth call it a "television") I saw an advertisement for a restaurant that depicts what is probably the main problem of communication between the sexes. In this commercial, a young man uses a Gnomish communication device to contact his beloved and let her know he is at the restaurant and wants to bring her some dinner.
"My darling," he tells her, "I am at the restaurant and wish to bring you dinner. Ask anything you desire, and it is yours!" Quite a generous and noble young man, this one. (Ladies, this is what you call "A Keeper.")
However, his lady's response is one that could cause problems in their relationship. She replied to him, "Food from That Restaurant! Wonderful! You know what I like!" (Emphasis mine.) And then she hangs up, leaving her young man grasping for a solution that will have a happy result. He's not sure what she wants. And though he knows she likes some things, what if she was craving something different that day?
So the young man buys one of everything from the "value menu" in the hopes that some of the items please her. It turns out that she does like a few of the items he chose, and he is rescued from a potential relationship-harming situation.
Now, before any female readers think I am pointing fingers at them for being the sole reason relationships don't work, let me explain some observations:
Women, in general, often communicate their desires by dropping hints or dodging saying what they really want. There are many reasons for this depending on the situation: they don't wish to be seen as greedy or selfish, they want to know that their mate has paid enough attention to them to know their likes and dislikes, they want to share the decision-making process by narrowing the selection down and letting their mate make the final decision.
Ladies, we appreciate these reasons, and honor them as best we can. However, you must take into account the male brain. Let's face it...guys can be pretty dense. Can be? No, we ARE pretty dense. We are the reason there are instruction manuals that use only illustrations to show how to put together a bookshelf.
To make up for our cluelessness, we swing wildly to the other side of the spectrum and overthink everything. We try to find the subtle nuances in exactly what our ladies say, how they said it, and the various meanings each word could have to try to figure out what they want. You see, women have conditioned us to second-guess everything. We don't want to disappoint, and have come to expect a catch in even a simple request.
Example: A guy wants to take his beloved on a dinner date. He asks if she would like steak or seafood. She chooses seafood. He asks her if there's anything in particular she would like (fried, grilled, blackened, fancy restaurant, all-you-can-eat buffet, etc.) and she says that as long as it's seafood she'll be happy. So he takes her to a nice Crimson Crustacean restaurant since it is not too expensive, has more class than a buffet, has a decent variety of dishes, and he seems to remember her saying she likes the cheddar biscuits. He orders a bottle of wine, the meal is enjoyable, and they share a dessert. But somehow she's not happy.
As it turned out, she would have preferred sushi.
The next time they go on a date he will ask her if she would like steak or seafood, and if she says seafood, he will not question any further and take her to the best sushi bar in town to make up for the previous gaffe.
Inevitably, that will be the night she's craving the cheddar biscuits.
When a lady DOES say she likes something specific, her mate is likely to latch onto that clear instruction, often with dire consequences. We don't realize it until it's too late, mind you, but a statement of, "I like _____." is something we can comprehend. Again, it's a matter of communication.
Example: A couple goes shopping together and a lady points at a red sweater and says she likes it. The male brain is filing away that information: She likes red sweaters. If she offers no further information about the red sweater, he is likely going to try to get that sweater for her as a gift. If that sweater is no longer available, he will probably try to find her another red sweater to make up for it.
After her closet shelves are packed with red sweaters and the relationship is broken off, he will wonder why she didn't like his gifts.
(Ladies, if you felt like I was pointing fingers at you for relationship problems, this is where I'm turning the tables.)
Gentlemen, this is for you. Your task is simple:
1) ASK QUESTIONS.
2) PAY ATTENTION TO THE ANSWERS.
Swallow your pride, guys. That whole joke about men being too proud to ask for directions when lost? It goes for your relationship too.
If your date points to a red sweater and says she likes it, don't just assume she likes red sweaters. Ask her what she likes about it. Is it the particular shade of red? Is it the style? Is it the material? Is it the brand? What is it about THAT sweater that catches her eye? Trust me, guys...if you buy just ANY red sweater you will be out money and she will not have what she wanted. And to make up for it, don't just buy her one red sweater after another to try to figure it out yourself. ASK HER.
Test your knowledge, too, to make sure you have it right. On a later shopping trip, find another sweater that you think has the same qualities as the first. Point it out to her and say, "Remember that red sweater you liked? What do you think of this one?" Ask leading questions that give her a chance to compare and contrast and she may give you further information to get to know her taste better. She likes the similar style, but doesn't like the sleeves. She's not into that shade of blue. The material feels nicer, and the fit is more flattering. Again, you are showing interest in what she likes, and giving her a chance to express herself.
This is where men fail the relationship. We want to figure things out. We want to explore new territory, solve the puzzle, be the first to scale the mountain. It's trickier when dealing with people. You may know that she likes the color yellow, and roses are her favorite flower. But if you get her a bouquet of yellow roses (which often signify "friendship") she may take it that you like her...but aren't in love with her. Can you see where this might be a problem?
Knowing likes and dislikes goes beyond giving gifts. Both parties need to be willing to try new things that their partner enjoys, be it food, travel spots, entertainment, hobbies, or otherwise. Both parties also need to know what are specific dislikes, and why they are not enjoyed, so those dislikes can be respected and avoided.
But neither party should have to pry that information out of the other.
In summary:
MEN: Asking questions is a good thing, and you should not think of yourself as weak for doing so. Your lady will appreciate the attention and interest you are showing. Even better when you can come away with a tidbit of information that you can use later as a pleasant surprise. Sometimes you need to ask direct questions to get the clear answer you seek.
WOMEN: Please accept that men aren't always the greatest at figuring out what you want. Be direct with us. It will make us happier to have clear directions so we can satisfy you. And yes, we do understand that sometimes you want to be surprised or know that we've put together the string of hints you've dropped, but understand that we do try. Men do enjoy having a bit of a challenge, but not for every minor detail.
Just that little bit can clear up a lot of communication issues between a couple, leading them to having a more open and honest relationship with each other.
On the etherbox (I believe those of you from Earth call it a "television") I saw an advertisement for a restaurant that depicts what is probably the main problem of communication between the sexes. In this commercial, a young man uses a Gnomish communication device to contact his beloved and let her know he is at the restaurant and wants to bring her some dinner.
"My darling," he tells her, "I am at the restaurant and wish to bring you dinner. Ask anything you desire, and it is yours!" Quite a generous and noble young man, this one. (Ladies, this is what you call "A Keeper.")
However, his lady's response is one that could cause problems in their relationship. She replied to him, "Food from That Restaurant! Wonderful! You know what I like!" (Emphasis mine.) And then she hangs up, leaving her young man grasping for a solution that will have a happy result. He's not sure what she wants. And though he knows she likes some things, what if she was craving something different that day?
So the young man buys one of everything from the "value menu" in the hopes that some of the items please her. It turns out that she does like a few of the items he chose, and he is rescued from a potential relationship-harming situation.
Now, before any female readers think I am pointing fingers at them for being the sole reason relationships don't work, let me explain some observations:
Women, in general, often communicate their desires by dropping hints or dodging saying what they really want. There are many reasons for this depending on the situation: they don't wish to be seen as greedy or selfish, they want to know that their mate has paid enough attention to them to know their likes and dislikes, they want to share the decision-making process by narrowing the selection down and letting their mate make the final decision.
Ladies, we appreciate these reasons, and honor them as best we can. However, you must take into account the male brain. Let's face it...guys can be pretty dense. Can be? No, we ARE pretty dense. We are the reason there are instruction manuals that use only illustrations to show how to put together a bookshelf.
To make up for our cluelessness, we swing wildly to the other side of the spectrum and overthink everything. We try to find the subtle nuances in exactly what our ladies say, how they said it, and the various meanings each word could have to try to figure out what they want. You see, women have conditioned us to second-guess everything. We don't want to disappoint, and have come to expect a catch in even a simple request.
Example: A guy wants to take his beloved on a dinner date. He asks if she would like steak or seafood. She chooses seafood. He asks her if there's anything in particular she would like (fried, grilled, blackened, fancy restaurant, all-you-can-eat buffet, etc.) and she says that as long as it's seafood she'll be happy. So he takes her to a nice Crimson Crustacean restaurant since it is not too expensive, has more class than a buffet, has a decent variety of dishes, and he seems to remember her saying she likes the cheddar biscuits. He orders a bottle of wine, the meal is enjoyable, and they share a dessert. But somehow she's not happy.
As it turned out, she would have preferred sushi.
The next time they go on a date he will ask her if she would like steak or seafood, and if she says seafood, he will not question any further and take her to the best sushi bar in town to make up for the previous gaffe.
Inevitably, that will be the night she's craving the cheddar biscuits.
When a lady DOES say she likes something specific, her mate is likely to latch onto that clear instruction, often with dire consequences. We don't realize it until it's too late, mind you, but a statement of, "I like _____." is something we can comprehend. Again, it's a matter of communication.
Example: A couple goes shopping together and a lady points at a red sweater and says she likes it. The male brain is filing away that information: She likes red sweaters. If she offers no further information about the red sweater, he is likely going to try to get that sweater for her as a gift. If that sweater is no longer available, he will probably try to find her another red sweater to make up for it.
After her closet shelves are packed with red sweaters and the relationship is broken off, he will wonder why she didn't like his gifts.
(Ladies, if you felt like I was pointing fingers at you for relationship problems, this is where I'm turning the tables.)
Gentlemen, this is for you. Your task is simple:
1) ASK QUESTIONS.
2) PAY ATTENTION TO THE ANSWERS.
Swallow your pride, guys. That whole joke about men being too proud to ask for directions when lost? It goes for your relationship too.
If your date points to a red sweater and says she likes it, don't just assume she likes red sweaters. Ask her what she likes about it. Is it the particular shade of red? Is it the style? Is it the material? Is it the brand? What is it about THAT sweater that catches her eye? Trust me, guys...if you buy just ANY red sweater you will be out money and she will not have what she wanted. And to make up for it, don't just buy her one red sweater after another to try to figure it out yourself. ASK HER.
Test your knowledge, too, to make sure you have it right. On a later shopping trip, find another sweater that you think has the same qualities as the first. Point it out to her and say, "Remember that red sweater you liked? What do you think of this one?" Ask leading questions that give her a chance to compare and contrast and she may give you further information to get to know her taste better. She likes the similar style, but doesn't like the sleeves. She's not into that shade of blue. The material feels nicer, and the fit is more flattering. Again, you are showing interest in what she likes, and giving her a chance to express herself.
This is where men fail the relationship. We want to figure things out. We want to explore new territory, solve the puzzle, be the first to scale the mountain. It's trickier when dealing with people. You may know that she likes the color yellow, and roses are her favorite flower. But if you get her a bouquet of yellow roses (which often signify "friendship") she may take it that you like her...but aren't in love with her. Can you see where this might be a problem?
Knowing likes and dislikes goes beyond giving gifts. Both parties need to be willing to try new things that their partner enjoys, be it food, travel spots, entertainment, hobbies, or otherwise. Both parties also need to know what are specific dislikes, and why they are not enjoyed, so those dislikes can be respected and avoided.
But neither party should have to pry that information out of the other.
In summary:
MEN: Asking questions is a good thing, and you should not think of yourself as weak for doing so. Your lady will appreciate the attention and interest you are showing. Even better when you can come away with a tidbit of information that you can use later as a pleasant surprise. Sometimes you need to ask direct questions to get the clear answer you seek.
WOMEN: Please accept that men aren't always the greatest at figuring out what you want. Be direct with us. It will make us happier to have clear directions so we can satisfy you. And yes, we do understand that sometimes you want to be surprised or know that we've put together the string of hints you've dropped, but understand that we do try. Men do enjoy having a bit of a challenge, but not for every minor detail.
Just that little bit can clear up a lot of communication issues between a couple, leading them to having a more open and honest relationship with each other.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Winter Veil Wish List - Getting started early!
Winter Veil is still a half a year away, but it never hurts to start coming up with a wish list. The sooner I get my wishes known, the more time Greatfather Winter (*cough*Blizzard*cough*) has to work on these requests.
I'm sure I'll think of some more things between now and Winter Veil. This is just a start. What do you say, Greatfather Winter? I've been a good boy this year!
- Spoken phrases of my own. I want to welcome people to my city with something a little more fancy than what the bankers and merchants say. No more of this, please! I have a unique personality. Kael'thas is gone. Finally give me a chance to shine?
- Some fancy moves like Lady Sylvanas. Hey, she trained me. You'd think I'd use some of her moves. (As long as my Mass Charm isn't taken away!)
- Teach Melee Mage how to actually use spells in battle. Or give him a demotion and make Halduron a boss instead of an elite. I can vouch for our Ranger-General...we Rangers were a fearsome force back in the day. There's just something wrong when the person in the second highest position of power refuses to use any of the abilities he's allegedly gifted with when it comes to combat.
- Speaking of promotions, Tempest Keep might have merely been a set back, but after his encounter with groups of adventurers at Magister's Terrace I'm pretty certain Kael'thas isn't coming home. Decapitation does that. And if he does somehow manage to be revived and return to Silvermoon, he'd be run out of the city by some pretty pissed-off citizens. Pretty please? Haven't I earned it yet? (See above "No more of this, please!" link.)
- How about finish fixing up my city a bit more? It's been years!
- It's about time someone told a little more of my background, and preferably not Richard Knaak. He made me look like a overreactive asshole in the Sunwell Trilogy story. I like that Christie Golden chick. She did well with Thrall and Sylvanas. Heck, she even made Kael seem likable, but appropriately stiff, when she told Arthas's story. (And he WAS a good man back then, even if his social graces were too formal for most.) I want to hire her for my PR team.
- Make my city easier to defend. For thousands of years we had protective enchantments to keep unwanted visitors out of the city. Now they waltz in on a whim. Some more guards between the front gate, through Murder Row, and up to the spire would be nice.
- Give us a chance to rescue our hairstylists from the humans, please! I know Blood Elves are good looking, but King Wrynn just CAN'T rock the fluffy ponytail and make it work, you know? I'm sorry, but most human males look like DragonBall Z rejects when they try to look like us. (While you're at it, we DON'T want Night Elf hair. That's...insulting. And as for the ladies, if you give them Draenei hairstyles, couldn't you give them that cute "swept-to-one-side" style? It's fairly easy. Makes me want to run my fingers through it. Long hair...ROWR!)
- I gave them a place of honor in Silvermoon so maybe...some backstage passes to hang out with the Elite Tauren Chieftains? And an autographed album? I swear I'm their biggest fan!
- Oh...and a new weapon! Maybe a new bow? A shiny sword? An Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle? I haven't had an armor repair person (or bot!) in the Sunfury Spire in...ever!
I'm sure I'll think of some more things between now and Winter Veil. This is just a start. What do you say, Greatfather Winter? I've been a good boy this year!
Friday, May 29, 2009
Question for the Death Knights
We all know about the Death Knights, and we recognize what their defection from the Lich King's control might mean for all of Azeroth as we march toward Icecrown.
While trying to gather information on the Netherweb, I came across a little ditty by Nine Inch Nails. While they are not the Elite Tauren Chieftains, I can't stop listening to this song.
The Hand that Feeds brings up a valid question for those Death Knights who have not yet turned. I wonder if they think about these questions during that moment when they are on the cusp? I may have to track down Koltira Deathweaver and ask him.
The lyrics:
You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
What if this whole crusade's
A charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees? [8X]
For the record, Trent Reznor is one of the few people I will gladly say looks as good in leather pants as I do.
While trying to gather information on the Netherweb, I came across a little ditty by Nine Inch Nails. While they are not the Elite Tauren Chieftains, I can't stop listening to this song.
The Hand that Feeds brings up a valid question for those Death Knights who have not yet turned. I wonder if they think about these questions during that moment when they are on the cusp? I may have to track down Koltira Deathweaver and ask him.
The lyrics:
You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
What if this whole crusade's
A charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees? [8X]
For the record, Trent Reznor is one of the few people I will gladly say looks as good in leather pants as I do.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
A Day in the Life...
There's no such thing as a "typical day" when you're leader of the Sin'dorei. But if there was, it would probably go something like this:
6 am-6:30 am: Wake up. Mana tap whoever woke me up. Sleep for 15 more minutes. Finally get up and get ready.
6:30 am-7:30 am: Morning workout. I might be a government pencil-pusher, but I need to stay in shape for when the Alliance come calling.
7:30 am-8 am: Shower, get dressed, get to the "office." Dispatch couriers if there's anything to report to the other leaders.
8 am-8:30 am: Breakfast while getting the latest news from the couriers arriving from the Undercity, Orgrimmar, and Thunder Bluff (usually in that order).
8:30 am-9 am: Respond and dispatch further couriers.
9 am-11 am: Attend to business.
Note: Around 11 am, Halduron usually cracks from his normal calm state and discussions with Rommath begin to accelerate to argument level. We have about a 30-minute enrage timer before he starts throwing fists.
11:30 am-noon: Short break, visit to the priests to attend to bloody noses, time to stretch and calm down.
Noon-1 pm: Lunch, and receiving more couriers from the other Horde cities.
1 pm-3 pm: Receiving citizens and adventurers, checking in on Twitteroth.
3 pm-5 pm: Back to business with Rommath and Halduron.
5 pm-6 pm: Stopping another fight between those two. Receiving and dispatching more couriers to the other cities.
6 pm-8 pm: Paperwork. Dinner is usually taken at my desk. Check in on Twitteroth as I can.
8 pm-9 pm: Clean up from any Alliance raids that might have come through during the day. At this point, they're usually raiding Naxxramas or Ulduar.
9 pm-midnight: This is my "me time." However, it usually involves people running in around 10:30 with documents they need me to review and sign (approval or rejection) before midnight. From time to time I grab Thrall and/or Cairne to escape our duties for a bit. Doesn't always happen. And sometimes I end up crashing out at 8:59, only to wake up at 6:31 the next morning.
The most common topic of debate lately has been the recent influx of Blood Elf Death Knights and where to house them. When the Scourge invaded and Silvermoon was razed, we lost the majority of our people. Rommath did help rebuild the city to house our significantly smaller numbers, with some room for growth. Little did we expect that so many of our people would be raised as Death Knights, and then break free of the Lich King. We probably should have expected it...after all, he was there to turn our people into a meat market for his own purposes. Clearly he didn't understand the will of the Sin'dorei.
Well, now we suddenly have these Death Knights returning home, and we have no place to house them. This is a major contributing factor to Halduron's temper toward Rommath of late...and admittedly, my own.
This all said, again, there's no such thing as a "regular day."
I need a vacation.
6 am-6:30 am: Wake up. Mana tap whoever woke me up. Sleep for 15 more minutes. Finally get up and get ready.
6:30 am-7:30 am: Morning workout. I might be a government pencil-pusher, but I need to stay in shape for when the Alliance come calling.
7:30 am-8 am: Shower, get dressed, get to the "office." Dispatch couriers if there's anything to report to the other leaders.
8 am-8:30 am: Breakfast while getting the latest news from the couriers arriving from the Undercity, Orgrimmar, and Thunder Bluff (usually in that order).
8:30 am-9 am: Respond and dispatch further couriers.
9 am-11 am: Attend to business.
Note: Around 11 am, Halduron usually cracks from his normal calm state and discussions with Rommath begin to accelerate to argument level. We have about a 30-minute enrage timer before he starts throwing fists.
11:30 am-noon: Short break, visit to the priests to attend to bloody noses, time to stretch and calm down.
Noon-1 pm: Lunch, and receiving more couriers from the other Horde cities.
1 pm-3 pm: Receiving citizens and adventurers, checking in on Twitteroth.
3 pm-5 pm: Back to business with Rommath and Halduron.
5 pm-6 pm: Stopping another fight between those two. Receiving and dispatching more couriers to the other cities.
6 pm-8 pm: Paperwork. Dinner is usually taken at my desk. Check in on Twitteroth as I can.
8 pm-9 pm: Clean up from any Alliance raids that might have come through during the day. At this point, they're usually raiding Naxxramas or Ulduar.
9 pm-midnight: This is my "me time." However, it usually involves people running in around 10:30 with documents they need me to review and sign (approval or rejection) before midnight. From time to time I grab Thrall and/or Cairne to escape our duties for a bit. Doesn't always happen. And sometimes I end up crashing out at 8:59, only to wake up at 6:31 the next morning.
The most common topic of debate lately has been the recent influx of Blood Elf Death Knights and where to house them. When the Scourge invaded and Silvermoon was razed, we lost the majority of our people. Rommath did help rebuild the city to house our significantly smaller numbers, with some room for growth. Little did we expect that so many of our people would be raised as Death Knights, and then break free of the Lich King. We probably should have expected it...after all, he was there to turn our people into a meat market for his own purposes. Clearly he didn't understand the will of the Sin'dorei.
Well, now we suddenly have these Death Knights returning home, and we have no place to house them. This is a major contributing factor to Halduron's temper toward Rommath of late...and admittedly, my own.
This all said, again, there's no such thing as a "regular day."
I need a vacation.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
*siiiiiiiiiiiigh*
After a while, you get used to it.
On the plus side, at least people won't remember a name to put my mistakes to either.
Better to be "oh yeah, that guy" than the butchering Liadrin's name goes through.
On the plus side, at least people won't remember a name to put my mistakes to either.
Better to be "oh yeah, that guy" than the butchering Liadrin's name goes through.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Top Ten Reasons I Pick on Rommath
For the folks who follow me on Twitter, you might notice I make a lot of snide comments about our Grand Magister. I have my reasons. Time to share a few of them with you:
10. He's a Kael'thas fanboy. (Even after everything the Prince has done.)
9. He procrastinates too much. (He STILL hasn't gotten reinforcements to Tranquillien.)
8. Poor fashion sense. He thinks masks are sexy. (Chicks dig battle scars, dude.)
7. He hasn't finished rebuilding Silvermoon. (Could magically repair most of it in a day. It's been years and he hasn't completed the job.)
6. He still talks about Netherstorm like it's Paradise. (I've been there. Nagrand is where's it's at.)
5. He argues with Halduron. (Thankfully Halduron is a prankster and gets him back.)
4. He whines a lot, especially about being tired of standing. (I have a throne behind me, and do you see me sitting? No sir!)
3. Dude gossips like a stereotypical hair dresser. (No way I'm telling him about Anveena.)
2. To keep him in his place. (He's my Port Bitch.)
1. MELEE MAGE?! (REALLY?!)
10. He's a Kael'thas fanboy. (Even after everything the Prince has done.)
9. He procrastinates too much. (He STILL hasn't gotten reinforcements to Tranquillien.)
8. Poor fashion sense. He thinks masks are sexy. (Chicks dig battle scars, dude.)
7. He hasn't finished rebuilding Silvermoon. (Could magically repair most of it in a day. It's been years and he hasn't completed the job.)
6. He still talks about Netherstorm like it's Paradise. (I've been there. Nagrand is where's it's at.)
5. He argues with Halduron. (Thankfully Halduron is a prankster and gets him back.)
4. He whines a lot, especially about being tired of standing. (I have a throne behind me, and do you see me sitting? No sir!)
3. Dude gossips like a stereotypical hair dresser. (No way I'm telling him about Anveena.)
2. To keep him in his place. (He's my Port Bitch.)
1. MELEE MAGE?! (REALLY?!)
Confessions: Of Love, Desire, and Duty.
I lay awake in bed all night, a lovely lady cradled in my arms where I kept her safe and warm, and I wondered, "What the hell am I doing?" Attraction? Desire? Love? These are not foreign concepts, but in some sense they are forbidden to be chased and, by the Well, attained on my own.
These thoughts began after a lively discussion on Twitter about Prince Kael'thas and his poor courtship of Lady Jaina Proudmoore. First, I must say that before he mingled with the wrong crowd and became power hungry (and subservient to a poor choice in Master), I did respect the man. If the Prince had anything going for him, it was that his heart was always in the right place. He was just a complete dumbass when it came to expressing it. Oh, he was eloquent and well-trained in diplomacy. His social graces were impeccable, and he was an intelligent man. But all of that training was for the benefit of the state. Dealing with other governments is easy compared to one-on-one, person-to-person contact. Worse, when it's regarding affairs of the heart.
It's not that the Prince was forbidden to love, but that in the end he'd be forced to court whomever his father or the Convocation of Silvermoon decided was the "right" girl. And even if he was not interested in girls (I know what you all are thinking right now, but it's a moot point!) he had no choice in the matter. His lot in life was to marry for the good of our people and produce an heir.
Well, we all know THAT didn't happen.
In the meantime, I was more or less married to my job. I worked for Lady Sylvanas. My duties kept me constantly on the move. I always thought there would be time to find the right person and settle down "later."
I never imagined that in this sense, I'd end up like the Prince.
I can't begin to explain how deep is my loathing for discussing this subject with others. After Children's Week, I made an off-hand comment about the kids being cute, and maybe when things in Northrend settle down I could explore those paternal feelings that suddenly surfaced. The next thing I knew, I had letters from several nobles describing in exacting detail the fine qualities of their most eligible daughters. When I politely turned them away, I knew rumors would spread, and suddenly I had young courtiers looking to "gain favor," if you know what I mean (and I think you do).
And THEN there are the political issues. Halduron frets about it with me on occasion. Pick a Farstrider, and people will make accusations of favoritism. Pick a Blood Knight, and risk losing the support of the Rangers with whom I've worked all these years. (Despite my best efforts, the Blood Knight-Farstrider feud still runs deep.) Rommath would like to throw one of his apprentice mages at me, possibly to tip the balance of power in his direction. Warlocks and Rogues, while valuable assets to the government at large, would cause tension that would affect our connection to the other Horde races. By process of elimination, a member of the Priest class seems like the ideal potential mate, but even their sway between Shadow and Light is prime for a political snafu.
And what about those who have not taken up arms to join the defenders of our city? There are all types of people out there in the world--even those not of the Sin'dorei race. However, THAT would cause even more problems. We all know that Vereesa Windrunner was one of us. We give her what respect we can as a former Ranger and Lady Sylvanas's sister. I have an inkling of what type of woman she is. But after marrying a human and then attempting to block our membership to Dalaran and the Kirin Tor, I know how a lot of our people consider her a traitor and blame it on the influence of her human husband, Rhonin. I cannot go down that path right now, even for true love.
All of this said, I am still a man who craves companionship and love as any other. Idle flirtation is fun, but perhaps it is the gravity of the pressure from the government itself requiring that I make the "right" choice that is the reason I can make no choice at all. I know what I like, and I know what I seek, but love and country contracts do not always mix.
I know what you're thinking here, too: What's my type, and frankly, which way do I swing. (I get enough gay jokes that I might as well address the topic, even if only to skim the surface.)
I will say this much: I am comfortable enough with myself that I can say I've met as many unattractive women as I have attractive men. To put it in terms other than sexuality, I might state a preference for people with light-colored hair, but I may see many whom I just don't find attractive. I may also see many with dark hair that I find very attractive. My preference still exists, but doesn't preclude attraction. So yes, I can say the same about the genders. I'm just not saying which of the two I prefer.
The foolish thing about the debate over my sexuality is that the main thing that interests me is a compatible personality. I am attracted to a person of wit and intelligence. One who can hold a conversation long into the morning hours. One who can be playful and serious, and know when is the appropriate time for each. I like a person to be charming and graceful. A potential partner must be strong of character, will, and determination. That person must be able to laugh, but also not afraid to cry. I can't stand a damsel in distress, but need to be allowed a "hero" moment every so often. I want a partner with whom I can stand back-to-back, knowing they will protect me as I protect them. That person should have a sense of curiosity and adventure, but tempered with wisdom and common sense.
These traits are the most important things to me before I can consider looks or even gender.
Might I be describing someone I already know? Again, I won't tell...!
Anyway...for now it seems I will indulge in a playboy lifestyle since settling down is not in my near future.
But a man can dream.
These thoughts began after a lively discussion on Twitter about Prince Kael'thas and his poor courtship of Lady Jaina Proudmoore. First, I must say that before he mingled with the wrong crowd and became power hungry (and subservient to a poor choice in Master), I did respect the man. If the Prince had anything going for him, it was that his heart was always in the right place. He was just a complete dumbass when it came to expressing it. Oh, he was eloquent and well-trained in diplomacy. His social graces were impeccable, and he was an intelligent man. But all of that training was for the benefit of the state. Dealing with other governments is easy compared to one-on-one, person-to-person contact. Worse, when it's regarding affairs of the heart.
It's not that the Prince was forbidden to love, but that in the end he'd be forced to court whomever his father or the Convocation of Silvermoon decided was the "right" girl. And even if he was not interested in girls (I know what you all are thinking right now, but it's a moot point!) he had no choice in the matter. His lot in life was to marry for the good of our people and produce an heir.
Well, we all know THAT didn't happen.
In the meantime, I was more or less married to my job. I worked for Lady Sylvanas. My duties kept me constantly on the move. I always thought there would be time to find the right person and settle down "later."
I never imagined that in this sense, I'd end up like the Prince.
I can't begin to explain how deep is my loathing for discussing this subject with others. After Children's Week, I made an off-hand comment about the kids being cute, and maybe when things in Northrend settle down I could explore those paternal feelings that suddenly surfaced. The next thing I knew, I had letters from several nobles describing in exacting detail the fine qualities of their most eligible daughters. When I politely turned them away, I knew rumors would spread, and suddenly I had young courtiers looking to "gain favor," if you know what I mean (and I think you do).
And THEN there are the political issues. Halduron frets about it with me on occasion. Pick a Farstrider, and people will make accusations of favoritism. Pick a Blood Knight, and risk losing the support of the Rangers with whom I've worked all these years. (Despite my best efforts, the Blood Knight-Farstrider feud still runs deep.) Rommath would like to throw one of his apprentice mages at me, possibly to tip the balance of power in his direction. Warlocks and Rogues, while valuable assets to the government at large, would cause tension that would affect our connection to the other Horde races. By process of elimination, a member of the Priest class seems like the ideal potential mate, but even their sway between Shadow and Light is prime for a political snafu.
And what about those who have not taken up arms to join the defenders of our city? There are all types of people out there in the world--even those not of the Sin'dorei race. However, THAT would cause even more problems. We all know that Vereesa Windrunner was one of us. We give her what respect we can as a former Ranger and Lady Sylvanas's sister. I have an inkling of what type of woman she is. But after marrying a human and then attempting to block our membership to Dalaran and the Kirin Tor, I know how a lot of our people consider her a traitor and blame it on the influence of her human husband, Rhonin. I cannot go down that path right now, even for true love.
All of this said, I am still a man who craves companionship and love as any other. Idle flirtation is fun, but perhaps it is the gravity of the pressure from the government itself requiring that I make the "right" choice that is the reason I can make no choice at all. I know what I like, and I know what I seek, but love and country contracts do not always mix.
I know what you're thinking here, too: What's my type, and frankly, which way do I swing. (I get enough gay jokes that I might as well address the topic, even if only to skim the surface.)
I will say this much: I am comfortable enough with myself that I can say I've met as many unattractive women as I have attractive men. To put it in terms other than sexuality, I might state a preference for people with light-colored hair, but I may see many whom I just don't find attractive. I may also see many with dark hair that I find very attractive. My preference still exists, but doesn't preclude attraction. So yes, I can say the same about the genders. I'm just not saying which of the two I prefer.
The foolish thing about the debate over my sexuality is that the main thing that interests me is a compatible personality. I am attracted to a person of wit and intelligence. One who can hold a conversation long into the morning hours. One who can be playful and serious, and know when is the appropriate time for each. I like a person to be charming and graceful. A potential partner must be strong of character, will, and determination. That person must be able to laugh, but also not afraid to cry. I can't stand a damsel in distress, but need to be allowed a "hero" moment every so often. I want a partner with whom I can stand back-to-back, knowing they will protect me as I protect them. That person should have a sense of curiosity and adventure, but tempered with wisdom and common sense.
These traits are the most important things to me before I can consider looks or even gender.
Might I be describing someone I already know? Again, I won't tell...!
Anyway...for now it seems I will indulge in a playboy lifestyle since settling down is not in my near future.
But a man can dream.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Some favorite vacation spots.
Before becoming regent of Silvermoon, I was a ranger. I don't think it's possible to ever shake the feeling of wanderlust that was sated by my former occupation. Now I have to settle for escaping for a few hours when I get the chance. A cooped-up regent is a grumpy regent.
Here's a small list of some of my favorite places to visit when I can spend a few hours away to clear my head:
Mulgore: Perhaps the easiest vacation spot to get to. Convince Rommath to port me to Thunder Bluff, tell Cairne to grab the ingredients for his famous kodo burgers, and head over to Stonebull Lake. We invite Thrall over, but sometimes he gets a little busy. Sometimes there's a little rain, but that's when we head inside and hit the peace pipe. The weather is a little cooler than Quel'thalas, but the lush plains are beautiful.
Silverpine Forest: Tirisfal is a little dark for my tastes, but there are some spots in Silverpine that are nice when I want to go camping. It's not for the faint of heart, though. The area is better for hunting trips, if that's your idea of relaxation.
Nagrand: Thrall introduced me to his grandmother one time, and she insists that he needs to visit her more. Well, I'm not one to turn down a kind old orc lady's hospitality, and she makes the best gingerbread you've ever tasted. Most of Nagrand is lush and beautiful. If you feel like watching a show, you can hop over to the arena and see the fights. (Careful, they sometimes decide to have audience participation!) The little floating islands are also perfect for sunbathing. It's also the most interesting place to stargaze at night.
Azshara: Thrall can sometimes get out to camp in this area. It's probably the location with weather that has the closest match to Quel'thalas. However, there are some traitors that have an established camp out there. Makes for some diplomacy issues for simple vacations. But if anyone feels like dealing with them, be my guest. I can think of at least one orc who would thank you for your efforts. *cough*
Moonglade: This isn't the most ideal place for me to visit. I can always feel the Night Elves staring. They're not entirely hostile, but it makes me a bit paranoid. But as long as I stay away from Nighthaven, it's a nice place to go and relax.
Stranglethorn Vale: There are a few neat spots to visit. My favorite is an overlook by a waterfall. Travel north from Booty Bay, and look for a path on your left that's marked with a torch. You'll have to avoid some gorillas, but that's not difficult. The beach by Grom'gol and the riverside by the Nesingwary camp site are good locations to visit too. Good fishing is to be had all over the zone, and if you feel competitive, enter the fishing contest on Sunday afternoon. Stranglethorn is a bit on the humid side, and be sure to bring your sunblock. When you're done, go back to Booty Bay for some of their rum concoctions.
Feralas: Again, a good escape for a hunting trip. It's humid like Stranglethorn, but not oppressively so. Be sure to check out the Twin Colossals, but make sure you have a way to get down. There's a guy who sells parachute cloaks, but they're a little sketchy and he overcharges for them. All in all, a good place for a picnic, and the Tauren in Camp Mojache are good people.
Storm Peaks: I'm not a huge fan of the cold, if the list so far is any indication. But this is the best location for a ski trip. Mmmm... Snow bunnies....
Sholazar Basin: Fishing at River's heart is the best. The water is surprisingly warm for Northrend if you care to go swimming. Just watch out for the threshers.
Grizzly Hills: Again, decent hunting grounds. This is the kind of place where I like to get a small group together and play paintball. The only downside is that the terrain can be tricky in places. Many trips had to be called off due to someone tripping and getting a sprained ankle shortly after starting out.
There are a few other places, and this is just a short list. But all of this said, Quel'thalas is still home, and I couldn't imagine anywhere more beautiful.
Deeper musings to follow.
Here's a small list of some of my favorite places to visit when I can spend a few hours away to clear my head:
Mulgore: Perhaps the easiest vacation spot to get to. Convince Rommath to port me to Thunder Bluff, tell Cairne to grab the ingredients for his famous kodo burgers, and head over to Stonebull Lake. We invite Thrall over, but sometimes he gets a little busy. Sometimes there's a little rain, but that's when we head inside and hit the peace pipe. The weather is a little cooler than Quel'thalas, but the lush plains are beautiful.
Silverpine Forest: Tirisfal is a little dark for my tastes, but there are some spots in Silverpine that are nice when I want to go camping. It's not for the faint of heart, though. The area is better for hunting trips, if that's your idea of relaxation.
Nagrand: Thrall introduced me to his grandmother one time, and she insists that he needs to visit her more. Well, I'm not one to turn down a kind old orc lady's hospitality, and she makes the best gingerbread you've ever tasted. Most of Nagrand is lush and beautiful. If you feel like watching a show, you can hop over to the arena and see the fights. (Careful, they sometimes decide to have audience participation!) The little floating islands are also perfect for sunbathing. It's also the most interesting place to stargaze at night.
Azshara: Thrall can sometimes get out to camp in this area. It's probably the location with weather that has the closest match to Quel'thalas. However, there are some traitors that have an established camp out there. Makes for some diplomacy issues for simple vacations. But if anyone feels like dealing with them, be my guest. I can think of at least one orc who would thank you for your efforts. *cough*
Moonglade: This isn't the most ideal place for me to visit. I can always feel the Night Elves staring. They're not entirely hostile, but it makes me a bit paranoid. But as long as I stay away from Nighthaven, it's a nice place to go and relax.
Stranglethorn Vale: There are a few neat spots to visit. My favorite is an overlook by a waterfall. Travel north from Booty Bay, and look for a path on your left that's marked with a torch. You'll have to avoid some gorillas, but that's not difficult. The beach by Grom'gol and the riverside by the Nesingwary camp site are good locations to visit too. Good fishing is to be had all over the zone, and if you feel competitive, enter the fishing contest on Sunday afternoon. Stranglethorn is a bit on the humid side, and be sure to bring your sunblock. When you're done, go back to Booty Bay for some of their rum concoctions.
Feralas: Again, a good escape for a hunting trip. It's humid like Stranglethorn, but not oppressively so. Be sure to check out the Twin Colossals, but make sure you have a way to get down. There's a guy who sells parachute cloaks, but they're a little sketchy and he overcharges for them. All in all, a good place for a picnic, and the Tauren in Camp Mojache are good people.
Storm Peaks: I'm not a huge fan of the cold, if the list so far is any indication. But this is the best location for a ski trip. Mmmm... Snow bunnies....
Sholazar Basin: Fishing at River's heart is the best. The water is surprisingly warm for Northrend if you care to go swimming. Just watch out for the threshers.
Grizzly Hills: Again, decent hunting grounds. This is the kind of place where I like to get a small group together and play paintball. The only downside is that the terrain can be tricky in places. Many trips had to be called off due to someone tripping and getting a sprained ankle shortly after starting out.
There are a few other places, and this is just a short list. But all of this said, Quel'thalas is still home, and I couldn't imagine anywhere more beautiful.
Deeper musings to follow.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Drinks for all your adventuring needs
I've been pretty good at mixing recipes for the "Alchemy" line of drinks, but while browsing Webtender I've found some new ones for your $Raid Drinking Games.
Screaming Blue Viking:
Got Vrykul to slay? This is the drink for you. It's a shot, but mix enough for a full drinking horn if you think you're brave enough.
Snow Snake:
Fit for doing that Hodir daily called "Feeding Arngrim."
The Classes:
BearCat Special:
To pacify the Ferals.
Demon Drop:
Like Powerthirst for Warlocks.
Headhunter:
Hey man, nice shot.
Mage's Fire:
The Blue Curacao makes me think it should be renamed "Frostfire Bolt."
Pure White Evil:
Is that priest holy or shadow?
Purple Helmeted Warrior:
Could also be the Mighty Morphin Pally Ranger.
Serial Killer:
Maybe I should worry that we have a shady alley named "Murder Row"...
Sir Knight:
A Paladin drink. Unless you drink too much and get alcohol poisoning, then it's a Death Knight drink.
Unknown Warrior:
Did someone get the name of that Bovine Wrecking Ball that just came through here?
Wolf (Howlin'):
Probably because he turned himself into a ghost.
Horde:
Brave Bull Shooter:
I like to think of this one as the Tauren Hunter suffering the Chuck Norris jokes in the Barrens. Think you're up to the challenge?
Jamaican Zombie:
What happens when a Forsaken pisses off a Troll witchdoctor.
The Drunken Elf:
This is not a reference to me. Sadly, I can't say it's a reference to @fandralstaghelm either. He's too much of a prude.
Alliance:
Well Greased Dwarf:
"Yar yar, hump hump."
Flaming Goat:
Okay, notice that the "Elf" drink describes one as being drunken. You can all stop with the gay jokes now, and go back to the Exodar. People who live in crystal ships shouldn't throw rocks. (While you're at it, do a search on "Goat" at webtender and see the other options. Be glad I didn't choose to post one of the other two.)
Naxxramas:
Plague Wing:
Green Poison:
This has many uses in Naxx, not just the Plague Wing. Get the bomb on Grobbulus? Drink. Stand in the tunnel before Gluth? Drink. Die because you failed the Heigan dance? Chug.
Spider Wing:
Spider's Web:
The name is appropriate for Maexxna, but it's a bit girly. Try it for the Grand Widow.
White Spider #1
White Spider #2:
All-purpose cocktails for the entire wing.
Green Spider:
Be sure you have a poison cleansing totem handy.
Military Wing:
Four Horsemen #1
Four Horsemen #2:
Two options for celebrating when you get to dig into that big chest in the center of the room. Or for calming the nerves of the people stuck in the back.
Constuct Wing:
Dressed Up Like a Dog's Dinner:
For the poor sap(s) stuck tanking Gluth or kiting his puppy chow.
Vault of Archavon:
Devastating Body Rocker:
Your raid leader TOLD you to get OUT of the rock showers on the trash but DON'T MOVE when Archavon throws his rock spikes on you!
The Dragon drinks:
Dragon's Breath:
And while you're at it, keep away from the tail.
Black Dragon:
So many opportunities to use this shot. Try it on a roflstomp of Onyxia, or one per drake on Sartharion.
Blue Dragon:
You have ten minutes to take down Malygos. If you die, chug.
Green Dragon:
Maybe when they bring out the Emerald Dream...
Red Dragon's Breath:
The secret weapon of the Red Flight. Another to use in Eye of Eternity.
Expect more later....
Screaming Blue Viking:
Got Vrykul to slay? This is the drink for you. It's a shot, but mix enough for a full drinking horn if you think you're brave enough.
Snow Snake:
Fit for doing that Hodir daily called "Feeding Arngrim."
The Classes:
BearCat Special:
To pacify the Ferals.
Demon Drop:
Like Powerthirst for Warlocks.
Headhunter:
Hey man, nice shot.
Mage's Fire:
The Blue Curacao makes me think it should be renamed "Frostfire Bolt."
Pure White Evil:
Is that priest holy or shadow?
Purple Helmeted Warrior:
Could also be the Mighty Morphin Pally Ranger.
Serial Killer:
Maybe I should worry that we have a shady alley named "Murder Row"...
Sir Knight:
A Paladin drink. Unless you drink too much and get alcohol poisoning, then it's a Death Knight drink.
Unknown Warrior:
Did someone get the name of that Bovine Wrecking Ball that just came through here?
Wolf (Howlin'):
Probably because he turned himself into a ghost.
Horde:
Brave Bull Shooter:
I like to think of this one as the Tauren Hunter suffering the Chuck Norris jokes in the Barrens. Think you're up to the challenge?
Jamaican Zombie:
What happens when a Forsaken pisses off a Troll witchdoctor.
The Drunken Elf:
This is not a reference to me. Sadly, I can't say it's a reference to @fandralstaghelm either. He's too much of a prude.
Alliance:
Well Greased Dwarf:
"Yar yar, hump hump."
Flaming Goat:
Okay, notice that the "Elf" drink describes one as being drunken. You can all stop with the gay jokes now, and go back to the Exodar. People who live in crystal ships shouldn't throw rocks. (While you're at it, do a search on "Goat" at webtender and see the other options. Be glad I didn't choose to post one of the other two.)
Naxxramas:
Plague Wing:
Green Poison:
This has many uses in Naxx, not just the Plague Wing. Get the bomb on Grobbulus? Drink. Stand in the tunnel before Gluth? Drink. Die because you failed the Heigan dance? Chug.
Spider Wing:
Spider's Web:
The name is appropriate for Maexxna, but it's a bit girly. Try it for the Grand Widow.
White Spider #1
White Spider #2:
All-purpose cocktails for the entire wing.
Green Spider:
Be sure you have a poison cleansing totem handy.
Military Wing:
Four Horsemen #1
Four Horsemen #2:
Two options for celebrating when you get to dig into that big chest in the center of the room. Or for calming the nerves of the people stuck in the back.
Constuct Wing:
Dressed Up Like a Dog's Dinner:
For the poor sap(s) stuck tanking Gluth or kiting his puppy chow.
Vault of Archavon:
Devastating Body Rocker:
Your raid leader TOLD you to get OUT of the rock showers on the trash but DON'T MOVE when Archavon throws his rock spikes on you!
The Dragon drinks:
Dragon's Breath:
And while you're at it, keep away from the tail.
Black Dragon:
So many opportunities to use this shot. Try it on a roflstomp of Onyxia, or one per drake on Sartharion.
Blue Dragon:
You have ten minutes to take down Malygos. If you die, chug.
Green Dragon:
Maybe when they bring out the Emerald Dream...
Red Dragon's Breath:
The secret weapon of the Red Flight. Another to use in Eye of Eternity.
Expect more later....
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Children's Week
Thrall and I decided that a state outing would be a good way to get some vacation time and get the kids together for a little well-deserved fun. I spent a good portion of yesterday making arrangements, and this morning overseeing the clearing of the mana beasts from the path to the beach. Right now I'm just awaiting the Warchief and his charges to arrive for a day of food, fun, and games.
While they gave me a headache yesterday from running all through the Sunfury Spire after finding a stash of leftover Noblegarden candy, the kids have been pretty endearing. Maybe it's my paternal instincts kicking in, but I want to do more for them. I don't have kids of my own, and due to my line of work, all relationships have been stopping at flirtation. (Believe it or not!) This is the perfect opportunity to reach out where I normally can't.
Beyond giving some of the kids a fun day at the beach, there's also the Child's Play Charity Auction from The Hunting Lodge. I know my readership is low right now, but I figure the more mentions the better. I'm considering bidding on the CoreHound shirt from BigRedkitty. I could really use some guard dogs for Silvermoon. And then there's the WoW, Eh? print by the lovely Cadistra. If I had kids, it would go on their bedroom wall.
There have been reports of Horde and Alliance getting along in some of the Battlegrounds, working together in front of the kids to get achievements, and then letting each other part ways without a bloody slaughter. Some of my people reported that they were in Alterac Valley giving the kids lessons on taking turns, sharing, and being polite at the Stonehearth Bunker. People without kids yelled at them (in language not appropriate for the kids' ears) about capturing the tower and killing the Alliance. But kids are smart...I think they saw that being a warrior is not just about killing and death. It's about doing what it takes to get the job done.
That's the point of this whole day: to give the kids a chance to get together, learn to get along, honor, and respect each other despite their differences.
Word has it that Thrall's beginning the journey here. Rommath has been keeping the kids we have here occupied with stories while Halduron and I have been making arrangements. I think even Lady Liadrin is going to come down for a bit. Perhaps we'll have some friendly duels/demonstrations for the kids, all ending with "dogpile on the big green orc!"
While they gave me a headache yesterday from running all through the Sunfury Spire after finding a stash of leftover Noblegarden candy, the kids have been pretty endearing. Maybe it's my paternal instincts kicking in, but I want to do more for them. I don't have kids of my own, and due to my line of work, all relationships have been stopping at flirtation. (Believe it or not!) This is the perfect opportunity to reach out where I normally can't.
Beyond giving some of the kids a fun day at the beach, there's also the Child's Play Charity Auction from The Hunting Lodge. I know my readership is low right now, but I figure the more mentions the better. I'm considering bidding on the CoreHound shirt from BigRedkitty. I could really use some guard dogs for Silvermoon. And then there's the WoW, Eh? print by the lovely Cadistra. If I had kids, it would go on their bedroom wall.
There have been reports of Horde and Alliance getting along in some of the Battlegrounds, working together in front of the kids to get achievements, and then letting each other part ways without a bloody slaughter. Some of my people reported that they were in Alterac Valley giving the kids lessons on taking turns, sharing, and being polite at the Stonehearth Bunker. People without kids yelled at them (in language not appropriate for the kids' ears) about capturing the tower and killing the Alliance. But kids are smart...I think they saw that being a warrior is not just about killing and death. It's about doing what it takes to get the job done.
That's the point of this whole day: to give the kids a chance to get together, learn to get along, honor, and respect each other despite their differences.
Word has it that Thrall's beginning the journey here. Rommath has been keeping the kids we have here occupied with stories while Halduron and I have been making arrangements. I think even Lady Liadrin is going to come down for a bit. Perhaps we'll have some friendly duels/demonstrations for the kids, all ending with "dogpile on the big green orc!"
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Dragons in Silvermoon, or Just Too Much Bloodthistle?
It has come to my attention that there have been cases of citizens who believe they are dragons, demons, animal hybrids (not talking about Druids), and other such creatures.
Such claims are not unprecedented. My companions and I were once fooled by Kalecgos and Tyrygosa in half-elf and elven forms, respectibly. Since that time, they have a standing invitation to visit the city in their disguises, although I preferred for them to at least give me notice upon their arrival. It is not every day you can count a dragon as more than an acquaintence, although "friend" might be a bit of a stretch.
We are aware of dragons taking the forms of the mortal races elsewhere: one only has to visit Wyrmrest Temple in Northrend to see many of the draconian leaders and ambassadors in humanoid form.
So there is no doubt in my mind that there are dragons walking among us. While their clandestine activities are cause for concern (see this surveillance video in which a Sin'dorei woman discovers Onyxia's identity--but I have no comment as to why she was there in the first place *cough*), right now I am baffled at the number of people who openly claim being dragonkin. The only explanation I have is that they found some rather potent bloodthistle and should seek immediate medical attention.
The majority of dragons would not be so quick to admit what they really are. They are strong, but should word get out about their true form, they are likely to be hunted by adventurers seeking "phat lewts." In addition, they usually take care to mask any indication or detail that might raise suspicions. When confronted with an accusation, even with significant proof, most dragons would flatly deny their identity to a common person.
The same goes for the other creatures. We have warlocks in Silvermoon, so the nature of demons is not unknown to us. The class is tolerated because we believe we can best fight the enemy with their own tactics. A clever demon who manages to escape his master's control and disguise his/her appearance probably will not want to draw attention to him/herself. The few I have come across have done their best to avoid the populace.
Again, I know dragons and demons walk among us. I simply doubt the real ones are going to speak so casually about their true form in public, or will fail to take utmost care in hiding their physical traits that make them stand out in their surroundings.
Such claims are not unprecedented. My companions and I were once fooled by Kalecgos and Tyrygosa in half-elf and elven forms, respectibly. Since that time, they have a standing invitation to visit the city in their disguises, although I preferred for them to at least give me notice upon their arrival. It is not every day you can count a dragon as more than an acquaintence, although "friend" might be a bit of a stretch.
We are aware of dragons taking the forms of the mortal races elsewhere: one only has to visit Wyrmrest Temple in Northrend to see many of the draconian leaders and ambassadors in humanoid form.
So there is no doubt in my mind that there are dragons walking among us. While their clandestine activities are cause for concern (see this surveillance video in which a Sin'dorei woman discovers Onyxia's identity--but I have no comment as to why she was there in the first place *cough*), right now I am baffled at the number of people who openly claim being dragonkin. The only explanation I have is that they found some rather potent bloodthistle and should seek immediate medical attention.
The majority of dragons would not be so quick to admit what they really are. They are strong, but should word get out about their true form, they are likely to be hunted by adventurers seeking "phat lewts." In addition, they usually take care to mask any indication or detail that might raise suspicions. When confronted with an accusation, even with significant proof, most dragons would flatly deny their identity to a common person.
The same goes for the other creatures. We have warlocks in Silvermoon, so the nature of demons is not unknown to us. The class is tolerated because we believe we can best fight the enemy with their own tactics. A clever demon who manages to escape his master's control and disguise his/her appearance probably will not want to draw attention to him/herself. The few I have come across have done their best to avoid the populace.
Again, I know dragons and demons walk among us. I simply doubt the real ones are going to speak so casually about their true form in public, or will fail to take utmost care in hiding their physical traits that make them stand out in their surroundings.
A little bit of hedonism
People have been bringing me little gifts for Noblegarden. Flowers, candies, chocolates, propositions from cute girls in bunny costumes and ears....
Of the pleasures I have sampled, I must share this:
World Market dark chocolate with sea salt.
I must find the person who gave me this gift so I can reward him/her.
Of the pleasures I have sampled, I must share this:
World Market dark chocolate with sea salt.
I must find the person who gave me this gift so I can reward him/her.
Two More Drink Recipes
I wasn't planning on guests, but I'm not the type to turn down a little social activity. This one was inspired by the mad scramble to see what was available:
Elixir of Agility
Sprite
Lime vodka
Midori
Splash of sweet and sour mix
You can adjust the ingredients to reflect the Noblegarden event in which revelers-turned-bunnies needed an extra boost of energy to sprint to a hidden egg:
Swiftness Potion
Sprite
Green Apple vodka
Apple Pucker (sour apple schnapps)
Again, mix to taste and enjoy!
Elixir of Agility
Sprite
Lime vodka
Midori
Splash of sweet and sour mix
You can adjust the ingredients to reflect the Noblegarden event in which revelers-turned-bunnies needed an extra boost of energy to sprint to a hidden egg:
Swiftness Potion
Sprite
Green Apple vodka
Apple Pucker (sour apple schnapps)
Again, mix to taste and enjoy!
Monday, April 27, 2009
A few drink recipes
I mentioned these on Twitter recently, but hate having to search for them.
Note that drinks are "Mix to taste" unless otherwise noted.
Enjoy!
Mana Potion
I have a bottle of the stuff sold elsewhere sitting on my desk, but I've heard rumors about their taste. So I appreciate the pretty packaging, but prefer to mix my own.
In a large glass, mix the following:
Sprite (or Sprite Zero)
Flavored vodka (I prefer citrus, although I've used orange and lime on occasion)
Blue curacao.
The blue curacao is for a hint of orange flavor, but it supplies all the color. Pour your vodka and Sprite in the quantities you want, but be sure to leave the room for enough blue curacao to give the drink the right shade.
Cherry Grog
"Grog" is the term used for watered-down rum used for rationing and preserving the potable water supply over long sea voyages. Caveat Emptor when you're in Booty Bay! However, for a "grog" that kicks like an agitated Draenei, mix this to taste in a tumbler:
Spiced rum
Cherry brandy
Grenadine
The base of the drink is the rum, but the brandy is the kick. Add just enough grenadine (just a splash!) to emphasize the cherry flavor.
Enjoy!
Note that drinks are "Mix to taste" unless otherwise noted.
Enjoy!
Mana Potion
I have a bottle of the stuff sold elsewhere sitting on my desk, but I've heard rumors about their taste. So I appreciate the pretty packaging, but prefer to mix my own.
In a large glass, mix the following:
Sprite (or Sprite Zero)
Flavored vodka (I prefer citrus, although I've used orange and lime on occasion)
Blue curacao.
The blue curacao is for a hint of orange flavor, but it supplies all the color. Pour your vodka and Sprite in the quantities you want, but be sure to leave the room for enough blue curacao to give the drink the right shade.
Cherry Grog
"Grog" is the term used for watered-down rum used for rationing and preserving the potable water supply over long sea voyages. Caveat Emptor when you're in Booty Bay! However, for a "grog" that kicks like an agitated Draenei, mix this to taste in a tumbler:
Spiced rum
Cherry brandy
Grenadine
The base of the drink is the rum, but the brandy is the kick. Add just enough grenadine (just a splash!) to emphasize the cherry flavor.
Enjoy!
An Introduction
I suppose that I should also explain a little bit about who I am before going any further.
My name is Lor'themar Theron.
I am the Regent Lord of Silvermoon City, Quel'Thalas.
If you had asked me as a child what I wanted to be when I grew up, this is probably not what I would have said. I became a Ranger. I worked for Lady Sylvanas Windrunner. Eventually I became her second-in-command. After she and King Anasterian fell during the Third War, I suppose I merely expected to take up her position as Ranger-General (although I knew my friend, Halduron Brightwing, was also a candidate), and Prince Kael'thas would assume the throne. But as you know from the history books: the government was in a questionable situation, Kael'thas went to help the Alliance to uphold his father's vow, and somehow I ended up as Regent Lord.
It hasn't been easy. Taking the job meant being under constant scrutiny. There's a huge difference between having leadership fall into your lap during a time of political chaos, and being groomed for the job as a prince during a time of (relative) peace. I'm not the Prince. There are statues in every doorway, and the arcane guardians used to be programmed to speak Kael'thas's name; a not-so-subtle reminder every time I leave Sunfury Spire. When Grand Magister Rommath came back from their jaunt in Outland to tell us about "Paradise," he assured our people that the Prince would return. My days as regent were to be limited, but I was determined to make them as prosperous as possible.
Suffering betrayal time and time again, I turned to my former boss: Sylvanas Windrunner. I admit being hot-headed upon learning of her resurrection and "freedom" from the Lich King's control. Originally, I wanted to hunt her down before another trusted comrade could betray us again. Yet I learned that some loyalties remain true beyond death. And so I eventually sought her out. She had become a member of the Horde--the new Horde, mind--and lobbied on the behalf of the Sin'dorei people for our inclusion. It was a humbling moment to know that many of our people would not be pleased with this arrangement, but we would not likely survive otherwise.
Prince Kael'thas did indeed return. Once again, we were betrayed from within. We have since renounced him, but his statues remain and I am still called regent. I can live with this arrangement. It is a reminder that I earned the position rather than inherited it by way of a bloodline.
Halduron has continued to be a good friend and strong leader. His appointment by the Farstriders as Ranger-General, Sylvanas's successor, was well-deserved. Rommath also holds a position of honor, and none will forget his efforts in rebuilding Silvermoon when he returned. I do question his loyalties on occasion, especially considering the relative ease with which Kael's forces were able to re-enter the city and steal back the naaru, M'uru. Lady Liadrin of the Blood Knight Order has done her part in Shattrath, establishing diplomatic ties with the naaru, A'dal.
All in all, we seem like a rather motley crew governing our people. But we all do what we must in order to survive. I spend my days negotiating with the Horde leaders and mediating between Halduron and Rommath when they butt heads. It's not quite the "freedom" I once enojoyed in the Ranger Corps, protecting the borders of Quel'Thalas from intrusion, but it is a job of protecting our home in a broader sense of the term.
At night I tend to fiddle with the Netherbox, and usually spend some time posting to Twitter. Thrall and I have become fairly close friends, and there are several others I chat with on a regular basis, including a few Alliance who actually are very nice. I admit, I tend to be shamelessly flirtatious (yes, with both men and women--but I refuse to admit my ultimate preference) even though my position of authority does not allow for much beyond flirtation right now. It sometimes gets me into trouble, but please understand: I'm a former Ranger who's cooped up in a building. We've been at war for so long that I believe we should enjoy some of the few pleasures we have granted to us. "Work hard, play hard" is one of my philosophies...the other being "Death before dishonor."
So if I flirt, I do so only with noble intentions. If I declare war, it is in defense of my people. I know I have some hedonistic tendencies: I enjoy good food, good drink, good company, and good comfort, but ALL in moderation. I enjoyed a simpler life during my Ranger days, and have experienced the excess of nobility. I prefer striking a respectable balance. I have ruthlessly slaughtered enemies, and have cut down friends who were raised before me as Scourge. I am good at keeping secrets. I often cry when I hear Lady Sylvanas sing. I tolerate Thrall's pet names. I will brazenly give Medivh a hard time (but only because I like the old coot). I swear I'm not mana-addicted (thank you, Cadistra! >.<). I just miss my mana tap.
Hopefully that gives you, dear readers, a little bit of insight to who I am. This journal should fill in the rest.
My name is Lor'themar Theron.
I am the Regent Lord of Silvermoon City, Quel'Thalas.
If you had asked me as a child what I wanted to be when I grew up, this is probably not what I would have said. I became a Ranger. I worked for Lady Sylvanas Windrunner. Eventually I became her second-in-command. After she and King Anasterian fell during the Third War, I suppose I merely expected to take up her position as Ranger-General (although I knew my friend, Halduron Brightwing, was also a candidate), and Prince Kael'thas would assume the throne. But as you know from the history books: the government was in a questionable situation, Kael'thas went to help the Alliance to uphold his father's vow, and somehow I ended up as Regent Lord.
It hasn't been easy. Taking the job meant being under constant scrutiny. There's a huge difference between having leadership fall into your lap during a time of political chaos, and being groomed for the job as a prince during a time of (relative) peace. I'm not the Prince. There are statues in every doorway, and the arcane guardians used to be programmed to speak Kael'thas's name; a not-so-subtle reminder every time I leave Sunfury Spire. When Grand Magister Rommath came back from their jaunt in Outland to tell us about "Paradise," he assured our people that the Prince would return. My days as regent were to be limited, but I was determined to make them as prosperous as possible.
Suffering betrayal time and time again, I turned to my former boss: Sylvanas Windrunner. I admit being hot-headed upon learning of her resurrection and "freedom" from the Lich King's control. Originally, I wanted to hunt her down before another trusted comrade could betray us again. Yet I learned that some loyalties remain true beyond death. And so I eventually sought her out. She had become a member of the Horde--the new Horde, mind--and lobbied on the behalf of the Sin'dorei people for our inclusion. It was a humbling moment to know that many of our people would not be pleased with this arrangement, but we would not likely survive otherwise.
Prince Kael'thas did indeed return. Once again, we were betrayed from within. We have since renounced him, but his statues remain and I am still called regent. I can live with this arrangement. It is a reminder that I earned the position rather than inherited it by way of a bloodline.
Halduron has continued to be a good friend and strong leader. His appointment by the Farstriders as Ranger-General, Sylvanas's successor, was well-deserved. Rommath also holds a position of honor, and none will forget his efforts in rebuilding Silvermoon when he returned. I do question his loyalties on occasion, especially considering the relative ease with which Kael's forces were able to re-enter the city and steal back the naaru, M'uru. Lady Liadrin of the Blood Knight Order has done her part in Shattrath, establishing diplomatic ties with the naaru, A'dal.
All in all, we seem like a rather motley crew governing our people. But we all do what we must in order to survive. I spend my days negotiating with the Horde leaders and mediating between Halduron and Rommath when they butt heads. It's not quite the "freedom" I once enojoyed in the Ranger Corps, protecting the borders of Quel'Thalas from intrusion, but it is a job of protecting our home in a broader sense of the term.
At night I tend to fiddle with the Netherbox, and usually spend some time posting to Twitter. Thrall and I have become fairly close friends, and there are several others I chat with on a regular basis, including a few Alliance who actually are very nice. I admit, I tend to be shamelessly flirtatious (yes, with both men and women--but I refuse to admit my ultimate preference) even though my position of authority does not allow for much beyond flirtation right now. It sometimes gets me into trouble, but please understand: I'm a former Ranger who's cooped up in a building. We've been at war for so long that I believe we should enjoy some of the few pleasures we have granted to us. "Work hard, play hard" is one of my philosophies...the other being "Death before dishonor."
So if I flirt, I do so only with noble intentions. If I declare war, it is in defense of my people. I know I have some hedonistic tendencies: I enjoy good food, good drink, good company, and good comfort, but ALL in moderation. I enjoyed a simpler life during my Ranger days, and have experienced the excess of nobility. I prefer striking a respectable balance. I have ruthlessly slaughtered enemies, and have cut down friends who were raised before me as Scourge. I am good at keeping secrets. I often cry when I hear Lady Sylvanas sing. I tolerate Thrall's pet names. I will brazenly give Medivh a hard time (but only because I like the old coot). I swear I'm not mana-addicted (thank you, Cadistra! >.<). I just miss my mana tap.
Hopefully that gives you, dear readers, a little bit of insight to who I am. This journal should fill in the rest.
And so it is written.
I have been on Twitter for a short while now, and after talking with so many interesting people, I finally decided to begin this..."blog" as many call it. Being able to cram my thoughts into 140 characters is never easy. While I enjoy the challenge, sometimes a man just has more to say.
More importantly, there have been comments, links, events to discuss, *cough*drink recipes*cough*, and other information that should be archived before it falls into the Nether. I may not be as erudite as the esteemed Medivh, nor as entertaining as Sargeras, but from time to time everyone has more to share with the world.
This is just my little corner of the Netherweb. Pull up a cushy pillow and relax.
More importantly, there have been comments, links, events to discuss, *cough*drink recipes*cough*, and other information that should be archived before it falls into the Nether. I may not be as erudite as the esteemed Medivh, nor as entertaining as Sargeras, but from time to time everyone has more to share with the world.
This is just my little corner of the Netherweb. Pull up a cushy pillow and relax.
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