Thoughts

So, I've been working on a new wow character on the side, something very different from what I've been playing. Even on a new server. She is for a project, something I hope to do allot more with, which I wont say much about here at the moment. The reason I mention her is that I've just had an incredible moment of clarity about her as a person, about her nature, and how she came to be what she is. And amazingly enough, it took me getting radically upset at someone about some lore argument in game, and sitting here listening to Rise from Stand Alone Complex Second Gig for it to happen.

She's faced with the fact that the thing she has chosen to dedicate her life to, the thing which she placed all her hope in as a way to possibly avenge her family or at least find some peace with what happened to them, is a total sham in its current form. Instead of bowing to this, she has vowed to live her life by the old ways, and to show to the world that the spirit of the thing she is is not dead, nor forgotten. And Sitting here, listening to this song, I heard her voice in the lyrics:


I'm a soldier, born to stand
in this waking hell I am
witnessing more than I can compute

pray myself we don't forget
lies, betrayed and the oppressed
please give me the strength to be the truth

My heart suddenly locked up hearing these words, because I heard Her voice. Her desperation. Her devotion.

And then I listened to the rest of the chorus, and I knew who she was:

Save your fears
take your place
save them for the judgment day
fast and free
follow me
time to make the sacrifice
we rise or fall

I'm a soldier, born to stand
in this waking hell I am
witnessing more than I can compute

pray myself we don't forget
lies, betrayed and the oppressed
please give me the strength to be the truth

people facing the fire together
if we don't, we'll lose all we have found

Sometimes, a moment of clear insight such as this helps. It's made me feel very differently about her and the project shes associated with suddenly.

But now get up
Hide the pain and fear far
The one who's right will win
Know that everything is in your hands

Sometimes I wonder if in a past life I fought for a cause which could not be won. Sometimes I wonder if I'm still doing it in this life.

New Blog

For those of you tired of reading my random in character bits ive been posting here, I've decided to move them somewhere else. Songs of the Earthmother is now my in character blog. The layout is temporary, but I hope to have more stuff up soon.

Desolace's Edge

She sat on the rocky outcrop just beyond the edge of Shadowprey village, the salt spray filling her muzzles with the smell of the sea. The Veiled Sea, beyond which was unkown. And at her back was the thin green verge of life which clung to the land, the blighted dusty land of Desolace to the east. She had crossed that land, the fleet paws of her ghost wolf form devouring the miles she traveled, and found herself here in a small green paradice where no life had seemed possible to be found. She had been many places now, many since the time when she had first left Mulgore and struck out on her training as a Shaman. Now, now she knew much, had learned much, had tamed the elements, learned to call on them at whim. She grew more powerful by the day.
But that new power came with a price, paid in blood, paid in suffering. New scars covered her hide, crossing in lines, blemishing fur. She had faced demons, centaurs, great birds and snakes, even fought and killed mighty hydra and naga. She had fought Alliance incursions, and taken the fight to their own cities, and her mace had taisted Elven blood.
All she wanted, though, was to live in peace. Somewhere quiet, untouched and untained by all the foulness in the world. Somewhere where the earthmother's wispers were loud in her ears and the water sweet from the ground. A house, a hut, built from timbers and kodo hide, as her anscestors had always built, with a kodo skin on the floor and a centaur skin by the fire. And this would be where she would grow old and grey, to live her long golden years. But for now, no such place was hers to be found. She had obligations, a guild to care for, a lover, a professon, all these things and more which she must do before she could rest at long last.
But for now, this moment of peace, the smell of the sea, it was enough to sustain her. Strixus picked up her mace and shield from the rocky ground, running her thick fingers through the fine fringe of green grass as she did, then stood. Soon enough, but not now.

Gah too long since last post agian

Im alive, i promise!!
Thank you to all the WoW radio folks who have just looked at this. I'm now working for WoWRadio, doing notes for Leto's Lore show on Monday nights at 7pm. Listen in.

Today is one of the hosts B-days, so Happy Birthday To you Slanik, who may very well be a distant cousin of mine. Have a beer.

Um.. My shaman is now 35, is now 75 points from capping alchemy, and is 50 points from capping herbalism. My Hunter is now 22, 150 leatherworking, 175 skinning. My druid is neglected, she is only 20, and needs new armor badly.

In other news, we have finally started up the guild, The Coming Dawn. Expect more guild news soon. We have members who I bribed to sign the charter who stuck around and are NICE PEOPLE. I'm shocked. In particualr we have a very nice undead warlock and a troll hunter who have suprised me by being very good players and being very good guildies thus far. Leto and Duncor from WoWRadio have also joined the Guild. We need a Priest. Anyone?

Anyway. This weekend promises to be good. BJ (aka Calrom) is coming into town today. Expect much guild hyjinx.

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