Moving on.

Well, after about 2.5 years it has finally happened. What my parents, friends and family in general have been hoping for. Tomorrow my World of Warcraft subscription expires. I will not be renewing it. I may one day down the road pick it up again and start plaing, but for now it is time for me to leave it aside. To focus my life on things that are real, are tengible. Did I enjoy my time spent there? absolutely. Did it, in the long run, take away from my life? Absolutely. I looked at my account this evening and did some rough math. there are 21900 hours in 30 months. My account logged each and every hour I was logged into the game, my total playtime for 2.5 years was 219 days, 11 hours and 47 minutes. I spent 24% of my life sitting in front of my computer...It was an addiction. plain and simple. and it cannot exist in my life any longer. So I said goodbye to my friends, my online family. I deleted 2.5 years of work. and Ièm not unsure even a bit about it. That chapter of my life is over. Time to look forward, to look ahead and The sunrise is beautiful.

The Bliss of Ignorance ((a new rp story))

Here is a new story, just started writing today, for a new character I started playing in wow.


"Keep your focus. . .They are the enemy, period" Slowly Shauysia slipped through the trees, her cat form allowing her to bland in with her surroundings, unseen by her enemies. Her target was the Young Troll priestess in the small Village, responsible for repeated attacks against her people.

"They are your enemy, this is your mission" She kept saying to herself as she entered the inner chamber of the small temple. There before her, deep in prayer to their most definatly evil god or godess was her target, completely unaware of her presence.

One swipe and her mission would be complete. carefully she raised her paw, long claws razor sharp, ready to slay her enemy. WHAM. Suddenly an arrow pierces her left flank. Already she could feel it sapping her energy. Quickly her paw swiped through the air. If she was to die, At least the Priestess would follow her.

But her claws never met their mark. The priestess, alerted by the arrow and the following defensive cry gave her the time she needed to encase herself in a powerful shield, stopping all but the most powerful of attacks, temporarily at least.

"this cannot be happening, how did they know I was coming?" Shauysia thought to herself before lunging across the room at her attacker, ending their life with a slash at their exposed throat. But by now it did'nt matter, already the village had been alerted to her presence and more guards were rushing to ensure her demise.

"If they want me, they will pay dearly" she thought to herself. Focusing on the small nub of magic deep within herself. Slowly her limbs thickened and lengthened, her body widening as her entire body expanded like a ballon. Letting out a savage roar she charged her attackers, now in the form of a ferocious grizzly bear.

Not expecting this sudden change, 3 of the five of her attackers fell in the first few moments of battle. Wounded, but still filled with bloodlust, she charged the first of the last 2 defenders. A heavy swipe knocked her opponent down, wounding him but not ending their life. Opening her maw, she lunged at their throat.

At the last moment, three arrows pierced her at the same time, two in her thick heavy hide, only wounding her slightly, raising her anger, but the third pierced her neck, nearly going through the other side. Slowly she collapsed to the ground, her will to fight leaving her as rapidly as her life. Pooling around her, a crimson sea.

Slowly she returned into her Night elven form, Her ability to stay in her animal form fading with her life. Through ever-darkening vision she eyed the sill living priestess yell something on Troll to the remaining guards before healing her wounds.

She only felt herself being dragged into a small test and being tied up, arms behind her back, to the main post before she lapsed into unconciousness.

Forgiveness, redemption

Been a while since I've updated this....just a mix of being busy/tired....anywho, I started a few days ago to do a "song of the day" looking for a song that I like that has a deeper meaning. I found this one on Sunday night.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyoVJfADlwo&feature=related
it is East to West, by Casting Crowns

As I listened to this song, several times in a row. I just felt so...small... Ive done thing in my life I'm ashamed of, I've asked forgivness for, and yet carried the guilt, One thing in particular, happened about 8 years ago, take or leave, I wont say what it was, But ive carried the guild of it even since then. And as I listened to this song, I just started crying. For almost two hours, I was just a total wreck, And then it hit me. Why ive been carrying this guilt. I have asked for forgiveness countless times, God has given it freely, and yet, for all these years, I simply have not been accepting it. When I realized that, I suddenly felt...light, Happy...free, Finally, after almost 8 years, This guilt, this fear, this weight, Finally, it was gone. Finally, after almost eight years, I was finally free.

((Daily thoughts...))

I was thinking about Pastor Tim's sermon today, About love, the various "steps" etc and It got me thinking....When a guy and girl meet, what do they look for in the other person? myself I look at her personality, her attitude...how she treats others. It might just be me, probably is, but honestly, looks are not the #1 thing I look at, not to say they are not important, but definitely not 1 on my list. Obviously, is she a Christian or not, Kinda important if I want the relationship to go anywhere. theres just a lil of my thoughts, my opinions...

Morielle, the Paladin

and a lil more...

((Moreyn))

My power grew daily, my hatred of the scourge growing with each one I slew on my journies, and my regret and guilt over my wifes fate grew..

I learned how to sense the undead, whether they be scourge or forsaken. That is when it came to me, a way to possibly shed my guilt and slay the scourge at the same time. I constantly trained myself, focusing until I was able to sense almost all undead within a massive radius of me. I continued my journies, always keeping myself attuned to her aura. It came to me one day, While I was in Stranglethorn Vale I sensed her, after months of searching, I found her. I tracked her for hours, until I saw she was headed back to town. I quickly got ahead of her and headed to the inn.

I sat at a table after renting a room and began organizing my thoughts, trying to figure out how to broach the subject to which I was inquiring. I decided on a course of action a few minutes before she arrived. She noticed me immediatly upon entering the room and slowly walked up to me. I asked her if she would accompany me up to the room I had rented. I then told her much of what I had done since we had departed.

I then asked a favor of her. I told her that she could give me the edge I needed to defeat my enemies, and that if she aided me, I would swear my life to her, serving her until I took my last breath.

((this is the end of part 2, part 3 coming shortly I hope))

and more

(Moreyn)) ((part 2))

A sense of utter dread filled me as I saw what she had become. Doing my best, I spoke to her as we did every day for the past week or so. She told me that she would be departing shortly and that it would be best if I would forget about her. Something...dark seemed to be stalking her, and I could only imagine what horrors she had endured.

She departed that night, just as she said she would and I continued on my journey. I slew Dar'Khan, the traitor that ruled the fallen city of Deatholme as well as Van Cleaf, the pirate leader within the Deadmines, I served the horde to the best of my capabilities, yet was always haunted by the fate of my wife, by how I had acted in our final days together.

and more...

((moreyn))

I woke up a while later, at the inn in tranquillen, there she was, for it definatly was a she, the one who saved me. she looked slightly familliar to me, as if i had met her before, in a dream. Then i saw it, on her left finger she wore a ring, the same as the one i still wear....this was...this is....Moranya, my wife...


((this is the end of part 1, part 2 coming soon))

and some more

((Moreyn))

I knew then that my tale was done, I was wounded, helpless and surrounded by several of mine enemies still....i was going to die....but then....a shadow....it seemed to detach itself from the wall of the building next to me, it slipped next to the closest spider and with one quick slice of its blade, felled the evil creature, the others around me noticed but it was too late for them, this stranger slew the rest of my attackers and spared my life. I blacked out.

and more rp goodness

((Moreyn))

Greeting, i am Moreyn., I heard that my master has told you how we met, and my servitude to her, now i wish to tell my story, however, before i comtinue, those of you who hear this, or read of it at a later date must swear not to tell my master of what i am going to say unless i or Astana give permission.

I was once a lesser acolyte of the blood elves, a simple person, doing my best to honor the rules to which i bound myself. It was not long after my inception that i met a young blood elf maiden. Her name was Moranya, she was assistant to the High Priest, and in training to one day replace her master.

Despite it being forbidden because of my rank, i tried my best to woo her. Who would have known that she would have looked upon we with kindness.

Those were the happiest days of my life. we had to keep our relationship secret. but it was difficult, eventually we were discovered by another young priest who was jelous of me gaining her favour over him. I was then forced to leave the priesthood, else my love would have had too leave. such is the nature of the blood elf temple.

With nothing to stop us, we were wed that summers eve, it was not long afterwards that a strange and deadly plague began spreading throughout the kingdom of Lorderon. My wife and two other priests were sent with the Paladin and prince, Arthas to try and combat the plague. my wife and I argued for hours and hours about her leaving, she insisted that it would do wonders for our standing among the temple to have her with arthas, I however did not trust him, somthing odd was happening to him that I couldn't quite find...

Moranya left the next day, to my eternal regret, I never wished her farewell, never kissed her goodbye...

I never saw her again....

It was weeks before I left our....my... home again...I knew that I only had one place I could go and fit in once again, I headed to the temple...

Many months later i heard that Arthas had returned from Northrend, slain his father, taken his crown and now was marching upon Silvermoon. I made all haste to get there, to help defend my people, but I was too late....I arrived to find my people nearly wiped out, our home obliterated and an ugly scar going through the middle of our land, constantly creating more scourge troops to attack my city. I rushed to what was left of the temple to see if any had survived. None had.

I wandered the city for hours, aiding those I could. Until i stumbled upon a large gathering, it seemed that our leaders had somehow managed to mimic the powers of the Paladins trained by the alliance and were accepting members.,...

chapter 2

((Moranya))

Last I was here I told you some of my history, now for some more.

After taking the path of the rogue, I tried to rejoin my people, the blood elves, I fought for them a great deal and still do to this day. During that time I discovered a young blood elf named Moreyn. a blood Knight, he was fighting the scourge in the Ghostlands, in the shattered village of Suncrown village, he was fighting the spider creatures and I could tell from the way he fought....such passion, the scourge must have wounded him more deeply than almost any other blood elf...however, soon the master of the spider creatures appeared with several more of their race and the paladin was soon outnumbered. I decided then that I could not let this continue, jumping from my perch I ran into combat to assist this stranger.

Afterwards I carried him to the elves base in Ghostliness, Tranquillien, there I mended him best I could and paid for what I couldn't. Not long after he recovered he began asking questions about me, I was rather quiet, only giving him the briefest of replies. I told him later that I had to depart, he asked my name, all I told him was my nickname, the Shadowqueen, a name given to me by my allies in Warsong gulch (made up name, can't actually get, sorry ) I didn't see him again for quite some time.

One day I returned to the Booty Bay inn after spending some time slaying the pirates around the port. There he sat at a table, patiently waiting for me. He led me too his room above the bar and there we spoke. He told me of the events that led to him becoming a blood knight. he then told me that if I would aid him in his quest to vanquish all scourge from the land he would swear his life to me. I agreed.

Since then we meet only under the most severe of situations, he continues to risk him life trying to cleanse the ruined city of Stratholme, and I continue my journey through the shattered land of Draenor.

First part (of many to be put on today)

((Moranya))

Greetings all, here is my tale. Back before I was a member of the Forsaken, I was a High Priest of the blood elves. Myself and two other clerics were sent to Northrend with Arthas when he journied to find and destroy the dreadlord Mal'ganis, however, not long after reaching Northrend I and my guard got seperated from the rest of our party by a fierce storm. That is when they struck. Of my three guards one fell right away. I began calling upon the light to help defend us but they were too powerful. I died to the sounds of my friends dying...

It wasn't long after that when I was a slave of Arthas. I was forced to kill in his name without any ability to stop myself. Thankfully it wasn't long untill Lady Sylvannas somehow freed myself and many other of the undead.

Once freed I began to retrain myself as a servant of the light. however, whether it was from my undead state or what I did while under the thrall of Arthas, my skills began to wane. over time I was forced to rely on physical weapons more than my skills as a priest. I eventually learned that a dagger strike from behind could be more deadly than the greatest of two handed maces from the front. I learned the value of being unheard. I became a rogue.

you have asked for my story, and now you have it.

My stories

((Well, as I said, I have three characters in WoW:
(female) my Blood elf paladin, Morielle
(female) a forsaken (undead) rogue named Moranya
(male) a second Blood elf Paladin, Moreyn

Ive decided to upload my characters stories as I start/continue them.(note that these stories will contain names and locations from the warcraft world, so you will not understand tham very much...

note that in some spots, and for some blogs entirely, i will put (( and )) around the words, that is a habitual thing, stuff written inside of the (( )) is just normal talk, stuff outside of that, is all in character/rp'd story, also, every blog piece will have Morielle, Moranya or Moreyn's name in brackets, that is to help you know which person im blogging about at the time.))

Hello

Hello all, heres my lil "thing" I made, to get Bethany off my back :P So, as you may have guessed from the title, I am indeed a role player, Been playing World Of Warcraft for a lil over a year now. A friend I met there got me interested in it... You may ask yourself, what is role playing? well, Do you remember when you were young, playing cops and robbers? well, that is basicly role playing. I have A paladin, a rogue and a second paladin, all of which I have written, to various degrees, a complete story about their lives, the longest being the one for my rogue, which is about 7 or so pages long, once I write the whole thing, it will be closer to 20 or so pages. I juts have yet to continue it....