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.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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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