Elune has granted my wishes. The lives of my fallen comrades will not be in vain and I shall avenge their deaths using the Scythe of Elune. It is an ancient thing, a branch, twisted and gnarled of wood that could be older than even the kaldorei.
For many hours I examined the tool that the Goddess granted me. It is no ordinary weapon, that is for certain, nor is it a simple magical implement. With it ... it is as though the barriers of time and space are weakened.
Holding the Scythe in my hands I receive a vision of chaos. Wolf-men ... the Worgen ... battled an incredible enemy. The Worgen fought savagely, as fit their primitive race, but their enemy was unflinching: the Lords of the Emerald Flame.
And that was when I realized the true power of the Scythe. By focusing on it, I became able to communicate with the worgen. It was not speech I used to contact them, however, it was something different ... I could not describe it.
What mattered was that the worgen heard and understood me. By further channeling energy into the Scythe, the barriers wakened more and I was able to draw worgen into our world. A score and half I was able to summon in my first attempt. They followed me into battle and with their brutish strength and my command, we tore into the Demons of Felwood.
Elune has granted me my wishes. The forest will be cleansed.
May Elune's blessings be upon me until my work is done.
[continued]
All goes well. I have summoned larger numbers of worgen to fight at my side. Thought they are of simple mind, they have shown impressive ability to coordinate their attacks and function as a group.
I have identified leaders in their packs. to them I have given command of small groups of warriors. We strike from many places in the forest at once and my campaign against the demons is a fruitful one.
May Elune's blessings be upon me until my work is done.
[continued]
A pack is lost. I sent the worgen to range through the forest and identify areas of demonic infestation, but they did not return. I begin to worry about the leaders that I have entrusted control to. They are of simple mind and this small bit of authority I have given them, they stretch to the utmost. Am I losing control? Perhaps I shall cease summoning additional worgen for the time being.
May Elune's blessings be upon me until my work is done.
[continued]
Though I have not summoned additional worgen, their numbers continue to increase. It is as though the Scythe no longer requires my intervention for the summoning process. This is troubling. I have gathered as many of the packs as I could find, and ordered them to remain at the Shrine of Mel Thandris.
Meanwhile, I have searched the libraries in Darnassus and consulted with the Circle of Ancients in Darkshore. Not one scrap of information about these worgen did I find. I have heard reports,
[continued]
whispers of a wizard of the Kirin Tor named Arugal. From what I have heard, it is possible that he has also summoned worgen. I would consult with this wizard--distasteful as it may be--and see what he knows.
The worgen are dangerous and I wish to stem the tide. On the morrow, I will travel to the port in the Barrens and book passage to the New World.
May Elune's blessings be upon me until my work is done.
(c)Blizzard Entertainment
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, December 15, 2008
Tainted Scroll
An awful predicament to find ourselves in, isn't it, Toranaga? Plagued by the Foul Prince. Ostracized and spurned by our own loved ones. We finally have our own will thanks to the beautiful Sylvanas. But what does that afford us now? Slaves to a different master is still a slave, or so I say.
But what if we were the masters? Yes, you know what I mean, don't you?
We are even more separated from the rest of the Forsaken. Toranaga, and that is why we must speak further. Find me in the Church of Deathknell ...
(c)Blizzard Entertainment
But what if we were the masters? Yes, you know what I mean, don't you?
We are even more separated from the rest of the Forsaken. Toranaga, and that is why we must speak further. Find me in the Church of Deathknell ...
(c)Blizzard Entertainment
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Whitefang
I got to thinking about something as I was hunting raptors in Un’Goro Crater and both my kitty and I got crushed by a Devilsaur. Repeatedly.
My companion, my trusted Whitefang. How she never questions my command and obeys relentlessly. My every whim. She will sacrifice herself without question so I get to stay alive. Better deal than both of us being dead because I can always call her back from the Astral Plane[?]. She will go against enemies several times more powerful than her without even thinking twice. She will act as bait so I get to fire my bow from safe distance and slay the enemy. After which she will happily run back to my side, oblivious to her own cuts and bruises.
And all she asks in return is some meat or her favorite kind of fish.
I do take good care of her and respect her as my equal, for if it wasn’t for her courage, many times I would have met with trouble. She never went hungry at my side, not once. When hurt, I use my powers to mend her wounds. I also make it a point to go back to Teldrassil once in a while to let her run freely on the fields along with her own kind. That way she will never forget who she is, where she comes from. It always uplifts her spirit.
But, taking a step back from it all and looking at it from the game engine perspective, the fact remains that ...
Whitefang is my bitch
My companion, my trusted Whitefang. How she never questions my command and obeys relentlessly. My every whim. She will sacrifice herself without question so I get to stay alive. Better deal than both of us being dead because I can always call her back from the Astral Plane[?]. She will go against enemies several times more powerful than her without even thinking twice. She will act as bait so I get to fire my bow from safe distance and slay the enemy. After which she will happily run back to my side, oblivious to her own cuts and bruises.
And all she asks in return is some meat or her favorite kind of fish.
I do take good care of her and respect her as my equal, for if it wasn’t for her courage, many times I would have met with trouble. She never went hungry at my side, not once. When hurt, I use my powers to mend her wounds. I also make it a point to go back to Teldrassil once in a while to let her run freely on the fields along with her own kind. That way she will never forget who she is, where she comes from. It always uplifts her spirit.
But, taking a step back from it all and looking at it from the game engine perspective, the fact remains that ...
Whitefang is my bitch
Thursday, July 20, 2006
About Me
Having recently felt the bitterness of a guild disbanding, I thought I'd post a little something about myself that I could perhaps use in case anyone was looking for recruits.
Shaya was born in early 2001, a few months after the release of Neverwinter Nights. I had purchased the game wanting to get into roleplaying and I was part of one of the top 5 NWN guilds, a roleplaying guild unlike any other, Broodslayers. I wanted a character with somewhat of a storyline behind it [I won't bore you with details] and thus, Shaya Loriana Fein was born. In NWN she very much resembled a night-elf which stood out like a sore thumb in that Tolkien-esque world [Forgotten Realms, to be exact]. Needless to say this created some obstacles and interesting encounters in roleplaying [what the heck are you? where'd you come from?] but it was all very much fun. I didn't hold an important position within the guild and I didn't really want to, I was a casual player as I am now and didn't want the responsibilities that came along. I played a reclusive, lone wolf kind of role, but I was involved and everyone knew me well. I still am part of the guild, but I am inactive.
Along came World of Warcraft
When the open beta started, I was all over it. Shaya transferred over, and I managed to take her from Teldrassil to Darkshore, getting her somewhere around level 24 if I remember correctly. Then retail hit the shelves and, once again, Shaya was reincarnated. Kestutis, a good friend from the Broodslayers Guild in NWN and I tried to re-create our beloved guild in WoW. We recruited some awesome people with whom we made friends and for a while it was good. Unfortunately neither Kestutis nor I had the time required to lead the guild, organize events and so forth and slowly but surely people went off in their own direction. We have decided to disband, but keept in touch. In the meantime Kestutis went to the Horde and I thought I'd give that a shot too. I have an undead warlock, Toranaga, about who you can read below and joined an awesome and mature rp-oriented guild, but I remained active on the Alliance side. Shaya has a brother, Isilan, a night-elf priest who dedicates himself to banishing evil and aiding those in need.
The experiences on the Alliance side have been bitter-sweet at best. I enjoy role-playing and I look for substance, I don't like power-gaming but that's not to say I don't have an interest in PvP or raiding. I'd like WoW to be much like a good fantasy novel. I had the honor and pleasure of questing with great players that I will forever remember. I have gone through the pain of guilds dying off and disbanding too many times now, which made me wonder if I am doomed to forever walk the land of Azeroth alone, with no place to call my home. I have no choice but to be optimistic about it and look to new opportunities.
What I am looking for is a close-knit guild on the RP-side that's not too dedicated to a certain and strict goal because I've learned that it can and will be detrimental to the little things that truly matter. A guild made up of easy-going, friendly and mature members is what I long for. I would much rather be part of something small but strong and family-like than big and uncertain.
What you can expect from me.
Well, first off, my schedule is chaotic at best. I don't think that I can provide a steady, predictable playtime. However, I am very dedicated and very loyal. I don't easily just turn tail and leave guilds, even if something bothers me. I'd rather talk about it than just say screw it and /gquit.
I know how to play my classes and I do it pretty well. I am dedicated, mature, open minded, loyal, persistent, helpful, easy to get along with, friendly and positive. I don't ask for much, just for a quality bunch that I can have fun with.
Shaya was born in early 2001, a few months after the release of Neverwinter Nights. I had purchased the game wanting to get into roleplaying and I was part of one of the top 5 NWN guilds, a roleplaying guild unlike any other, Broodslayers. I wanted a character with somewhat of a storyline behind it [I won't bore you with details] and thus, Shaya Loriana Fein was born. In NWN she very much resembled a night-elf which stood out like a sore thumb in that Tolkien-esque world [Forgotten Realms, to be exact]. Needless to say this created some obstacles and interesting encounters in roleplaying [what the heck are you? where'd you come from?] but it was all very much fun. I didn't hold an important position within the guild and I didn't really want to, I was a casual player as I am now and didn't want the responsibilities that came along. I played a reclusive, lone wolf kind of role, but I was involved and everyone knew me well. I still am part of the guild, but I am inactive.
Along came World of Warcraft
When the open beta started, I was all over it. Shaya transferred over, and I managed to take her from Teldrassil to Darkshore, getting her somewhere around level 24 if I remember correctly. Then retail hit the shelves and, once again, Shaya was reincarnated. Kestutis, a good friend from the Broodslayers Guild in NWN and I tried to re-create our beloved guild in WoW. We recruited some awesome people with whom we made friends and for a while it was good. Unfortunately neither Kestutis nor I had the time required to lead the guild, organize events and so forth and slowly but surely people went off in their own direction. We have decided to disband, but keept in touch. In the meantime Kestutis went to the Horde and I thought I'd give that a shot too. I have an undead warlock, Toranaga, about who you can read below and joined an awesome and mature rp-oriented guild, but I remained active on the Alliance side. Shaya has a brother, Isilan, a night-elf priest who dedicates himself to banishing evil and aiding those in need.
The experiences on the Alliance side have been bitter-sweet at best. I enjoy role-playing and I look for substance, I don't like power-gaming but that's not to say I don't have an interest in PvP or raiding. I'd like WoW to be much like a good fantasy novel. I had the honor and pleasure of questing with great players that I will forever remember. I have gone through the pain of guilds dying off and disbanding too many times now, which made me wonder if I am doomed to forever walk the land of Azeroth alone, with no place to call my home. I have no choice but to be optimistic about it and look to new opportunities.
What I am looking for is a close-knit guild on the RP-side that's not too dedicated to a certain and strict goal because I've learned that it can and will be detrimental to the little things that truly matter. A guild made up of easy-going, friendly and mature members is what I long for. I would much rather be part of something small but strong and family-like than big and uncertain.
What you can expect from me.
Well, first off, my schedule is chaotic at best. I don't think that I can provide a steady, predictable playtime. However, I am very dedicated and very loyal. I don't easily just turn tail and leave guilds, even if something bothers me. I'd rather talk about it than just say screw it and /gquit.
I know how to play my classes and I do it pretty well. I am dedicated, mature, open minded, loyal, persistent, helpful, easy to get along with, friendly and positive. I don't ask for much, just for a quality bunch that I can have fun with.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
A New Beginning
At long last, this day Shaya has attained the highest level of training currently available, at sixty seasons' worth.
The last stretch was completed while on a raid in Scholomage where she was also able to obtain her much sought for Beaststalker's cap [not pictured].
World of Warcraft account created on:
November 23, 2004 7:48 AM PST
Total time played:
19 days, 38 hours, 14 minutes
Now that I have completed what training was available to me, I will embark on a pilgrimage tracing back some of my early travels. I shall first return to origin, the great forests of Teldrassil, then to Darkshore, followed by Ashenvale. And from there on, we'll see where fate carries dear Whitefang and I and, let's not forget, adorable Mini Diablo. During this time, I will spend one day for each season's worth of training either helping those in need, or in quiet contemplation. It is my way of paying back what I have been blessed with by Goddess Elune. I will carry in my thoughts my brother Isilan, my dear guildmantes and all the old friends that I long for; Daishanar, Callysto, Excido, Locke, Kestutis, Sarienn and many others.
My equipment has not been chosen at random and each serves a purpose.
I shall wear the garnments of the late Arcanist Doan slain by my hand, as a symbol of triumph over that which is evil and wicked in this world.
Archeus, the sword of the antipaladin Morgan Ladimore shall be in my sheath, as a reminder that falling to the dark side always has the most dire of consequences.
Master hunter's bow, rewarded by Hemet Nesingwary for whom I have the utmost respect, a fine bow indeed which has downed many enemiese of mine shall also acompany me, as a symbol of one hunter's pride and also to show that hard and honest work is never out of style.
I shall bear the mark of the Argent Dawn as a symbol of my dedication to our faction.
Whitefang will be at my side at all times, a sign of teamwork, cooperation, unequaled companionship, dedication, sacrifice and love.
I strongly believe all of the above will send a positive message for those that are willing to stop and pay attention and they will also set the right tone for the newcomers to this wonderful, unique and fascinating world.
And thus does a noble hunter mount her nightsaber and swiftly disappears into the deep woods, followed by her trusty feline and her little pet demon from another plane of existence.
Shaya and Whitefang
Taking aim
The last stretch was completed while on a raid in Scholomage where she was also able to obtain her much sought for Beaststalker's cap [not pictured].
World of Warcraft account created on:
November 23, 2004 7:48 AM PST
Total time played:
19 days, 38 hours, 14 minutes
Now that I have completed what training was available to me, I will embark on a pilgrimage tracing back some of my early travels. I shall first return to origin, the great forests of Teldrassil, then to Darkshore, followed by Ashenvale. And from there on, we'll see where fate carries dear Whitefang and I and, let's not forget, adorable Mini Diablo. During this time, I will spend one day for each season's worth of training either helping those in need, or in quiet contemplation. It is my way of paying back what I have been blessed with by Goddess Elune. I will carry in my thoughts my brother Isilan, my dear guildmantes and all the old friends that I long for; Daishanar, Callysto, Excido, Locke, Kestutis, Sarienn and many others.
My equipment has not been chosen at random and each serves a purpose.
I shall wear the garnments of the late Arcanist Doan slain by my hand, as a symbol of triumph over that which is evil and wicked in this world.
Archeus, the sword of the antipaladin Morgan Ladimore shall be in my sheath, as a reminder that falling to the dark side always has the most dire of consequences.
Master hunter's bow, rewarded by Hemet Nesingwary for whom I have the utmost respect, a fine bow indeed which has downed many enemiese of mine shall also acompany me, as a symbol of one hunter's pride and also to show that hard and honest work is never out of style.
I shall bear the mark of the Argent Dawn as a symbol of my dedication to our faction.
Whitefang will be at my side at all times, a sign of teamwork, cooperation, unequaled companionship, dedication, sacrifice and love.
I strongly believe all of the above will send a positive message for those that are willing to stop and pay attention and they will also set the right tone for the newcomers to this wonderful, unique and fascinating world.
And thus does a noble hunter mount her nightsaber and swiftly disappears into the deep woods, followed by her trusty feline and her little pet demon from another plane of existence.
Shaya and Whitefang
Taking aim
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Isilan gets his mount
A historic moment in ... history.
Isilan, Night Elf priest gets his mount at level 40.
Sunday, March 26 10:30AM - Ding! level 40
Sunday, March 26 8PM - Spotted frostsaber. Growl!
Isilan, Night Elf priest gets his mount at level 40.
Sunday, March 26 10:30AM - Ding! level 40
Sunday, March 26 8PM - Spotted frostsaber. Growl!
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Sister's Letter
Beloved brother,
News reach me that you are awake from thy slumber and once again walk upon this earth. My heart is filled with joy as I look forward to the day we will see each other again. 'Tis been a long time, brother, and many things have come to pass.
My travels have been filled with great adventures since I have left the protective forests of Teldrassil. I have embarked on a great number of quests in Darkshore, Astranaar, Menethil Harbor,Booty Bay and many more. I have found temporary shelter in Gadgetzan, Tanaris. If you think Darkshore is rather grim, wait until you set foot in Darkshire, which I would encourage you to avoid at all cost. Darkshire is a foul place indeed, where an everlasting darkness reigns supreme, a mist that never lifts and the dead walk upon the putrid earth. I shudder at the mere thought. But, perhaps as a holy cleric in the service of Elune you might bring light, healing and hope into that dark place. The choice, as always, lies with you dear brother but be warned! Walk swiftly and never alone. And if you hear voices from the dark that cry to you in a childlike voice, run. Run and don't look back ...
Be wary of the Horde if you travel back to the outskirts of Astranaar, for they stalk all who pass. Not long ago a raid group assaulted Auberdine and if it was not for the aid of a priest, I would have been killed in the ensuing battle. Brave elves quickly banded together and, with the help of a few noble humans we managed to beat the invading Horde back. As revenge, the humans persuaded us and we took and held Splintertree Outpost as sign that the Alliance is strong and will strike back when provoked. Your healing powers may be needed in Astranaar, for conflict constantly breaks out between the two factions.
Booty Bay is an interesting, but shady place. It is a small dock settlement made out of, most interestingly, the hulls of old ships! Here, both Horde and Alliance put most of their differences aside and come to attend to their business. Bother no one and you shall not be bothered either. It makes me rather uncomfortable rubbing elbows with an undead warlock but I guess I have no choice but to conform.
Whitefang, my close friend and ally has been at my side relentlessly. Many dangers we have faced and many treks the poor thing had taken to the Astral Plane, sacrificing herself for me. I had traveled back to Teldrassil not long ago so she can meet with her kind once more. It was quite a beautiful sight to watch dear Whitefang run freely and carelessly the quiet plains, along with other nightsabers. I was surprised to notice how much bigger than her kin she now is. She grows stronger still.
I have made many friends. Daishanar, a most noble and strong mage of the human race has been with me in much of my adventures. Good old Sive is alive and well, ever the joker. I have not heard from Kestutis the druid in a long time. Last I we ran into each other we were in Astranaar. I am afraid something terrible has befallen him. Ah, I’m sure I am worrying for nothing.
Alas, I must hastily end this letter, for I am tired from a long journey and who knows what tomorrow might bring. Farewell, brother, and hope to see you soon!
May Elune light your path.
Shaya L. Fein
News reach me that you are awake from thy slumber and once again walk upon this earth. My heart is filled with joy as I look forward to the day we will see each other again. 'Tis been a long time, brother, and many things have come to pass.
My travels have been filled with great adventures since I have left the protective forests of Teldrassil. I have embarked on a great number of quests in Darkshore, Astranaar, Menethil Harbor,Booty Bay and many more. I have found temporary shelter in Gadgetzan, Tanaris. If you think Darkshore is rather grim, wait until you set foot in Darkshire, which I would encourage you to avoid at all cost. Darkshire is a foul place indeed, where an everlasting darkness reigns supreme, a mist that never lifts and the dead walk upon the putrid earth. I shudder at the mere thought. But, perhaps as a holy cleric in the service of Elune you might bring light, healing and hope into that dark place. The choice, as always, lies with you dear brother but be warned! Walk swiftly and never alone. And if you hear voices from the dark that cry to you in a childlike voice, run. Run and don't look back ...
Be wary of the Horde if you travel back to the outskirts of Astranaar, for they stalk all who pass. Not long ago a raid group assaulted Auberdine and if it was not for the aid of a priest, I would have been killed in the ensuing battle. Brave elves quickly banded together and, with the help of a few noble humans we managed to beat the invading Horde back. As revenge, the humans persuaded us and we took and held Splintertree Outpost as sign that the Alliance is strong and will strike back when provoked. Your healing powers may be needed in Astranaar, for conflict constantly breaks out between the two factions.
Booty Bay is an interesting, but shady place. It is a small dock settlement made out of, most interestingly, the hulls of old ships! Here, both Horde and Alliance put most of their differences aside and come to attend to their business. Bother no one and you shall not be bothered either. It makes me rather uncomfortable rubbing elbows with an undead warlock but I guess I have no choice but to conform.
Whitefang, my close friend and ally has been at my side relentlessly. Many dangers we have faced and many treks the poor thing had taken to the Astral Plane, sacrificing herself for me. I had traveled back to Teldrassil not long ago so she can meet with her kind once more. It was quite a beautiful sight to watch dear Whitefang run freely and carelessly the quiet plains, along with other nightsabers. I was surprised to notice how much bigger than her kin she now is. She grows stronger still.
I have made many friends. Daishanar, a most noble and strong mage of the human race has been with me in much of my adventures. Good old Sive is alive and well, ever the joker. I have not heard from Kestutis the druid in a long time. Last I we ran into each other we were in Astranaar. I am afraid something terrible has befallen him. Ah, I’m sure I am worrying for nothing.
Alas, I must hastily end this letter, for I am tired from a long journey and who knows what tomorrow might bring. Farewell, brother, and hope to see you soon!
May Elune light your path.
Shaya L. Fein
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