<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:04:46.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wandering Ranger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-244165681177505042</id><published>2009-10-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:20:19.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rise of Everwind...again....</title><content type='html'>For those that were once part of Everwind we look back and think on mostly fond memories, with some sense of sadness and yet pride.  We were apart of something breath-taking, something that those that came later after the Realm fell envied the adventures we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now almost 2 years gone, Grace is rebuilding the once proud land of Everwind.  It is met with mixed emotions, and yet after all this time maybe it is time for a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everwind can never be as it was, if MUST be something new and different, and so I have thought long on this and feel this could be a wonderful chance to start over.  Step upon the green earth once more with intimidation and excitement to be apart of something that we can add to all those fond memories...or so I can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have been apart of many Realms, watched as some fall and others never get a chance to leave an impression.  Few have stood the test of time and the ever changing world that is SL.  Each one I have experienced has left me with new understanding of the virtual world we play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall the very moment I landed in the middle of the forest in Everwind, the landing point was out in the open not far from the Faerie Glade, Grace would later move it to just outside the market square to keep people a little more safe from the incurring battles that tended to flood the woods.  My first experience with RP and the months that followed I took everything very close to heart till I learned to understand and be able to detach and simply enjoy and have fun playing whatever my character brought me.  When Everwind fell it taught me the bitter sweet truth of SL, that nothing will be the same forever, and the months that followed many of us struggled to overcome the lose of something so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I will go running back to Everwind now that it will rise again?  As Katlin, no, her time has long since passed and her character is lost in history.  But, I do see this as a chance to bring about a new character and start over, or at least, doesn't hurt to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if...Everwind should fall again?  Well, more then likely it will, then I will have fun while it lasts and take a few more memories with me and hopefully a few more friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-244165681177505042?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/244165681177505042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=244165681177505042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/244165681177505042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/244165681177505042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2009/10/rise-of-everwindagain.html' title='The rise of Everwind...again....'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-4615857596311035418</id><published>2009-01-08T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:17:03.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...and curtain!"</title><content type='html'>Delete&lt;br /&gt;Delete&lt;br /&gt;Delete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no more stories for Katlin, not here, not now...she is in the past, and no longer apart of today or the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer hide behind the avatar that I once came to be, she is no longer a character, and the character has long ago become me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could take her further but I can't and I wont...so as in the theatre they say 'Exit stage right' and 'End Scene'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful roleplaying with you all, I will keep the memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-4615857596311035418?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4615857596311035418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=4615857596311035418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4615857596311035418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4615857596311035418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-curtain.html' title='&quot;...and curtain!&quot;'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-4861427845237037682</id><published>2008-10-03T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:04:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. - "Post Script"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SOZCKbqtXkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MiLRdvmiHTw/s1600-h/2102961077_2fe46e68b4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252958762367278658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SOZCKbqtXkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MiLRdvmiHTw/s400/2102961077_2fe46e68b4_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Ryou for this lovely picture. Everwind at sunset...gotta love windlight =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sighs* I am not going to flower this up, and I have tried several times to work out my thoughts to no end. I came to realise as the month ended how much things have changed in the last 9 months for me. Before Everwind closed roleplay was everything for me, and I had only just started to take my first steps into building. Now I find that with each build either for myself or a customer I am happier being lost in creating something then trying to find a place that I could take my character to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each new realm is a challenge as Katlin has become something unique and each new Realm I find taxing to keep true to what she has become. I don't mind change, it's only that I prefer to do it with roleplay so it has some meaning. I have seen too many constantly change their characters without any effort or roleplay and it makes it hard for other roleplays to comprehend what has happen. No matter what happened to Katlin between her travels from Everwind to Triskele to Carmarthenshire I was able to keep true to who she had become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that she has come full circle, she has wandered in the forest one last time and found peace there. While I continue to build and create I will keep my eyes open and wait for maybe there will be a Realm she will come out of the forest to call home once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean I am going to give up roleplay, only I will not be using Katlin as I don't wish to taint what she has become. I will take my roleplay as someone new, a new character ready to be molded into someone unique. This will also allow me to divide my roleplay and my work and hopefully find that happy balance that I have been looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy RPing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-4861427845237037682?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4861427845237037682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=4861427845237037682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4861427845237037682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4861427845237037682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/10/ps-post-script.html' title='P.S. - &quot;Post Script&quot;'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SOZCKbqtXkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MiLRdvmiHTw/s72-c/2102961077_2fe46e68b4_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-7477589428174404177</id><published>2008-09-23T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:42:33.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have tried to think of what more there is to say after my resurrection, and returning as a child of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Illustree&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn't of the "light", and my character took on more a neutral role. I spent the last months of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt; focusing on the guild and training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; went though a lot in its final months. Grace and Slip broke up and suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; was turned upside down. Slip was taking up his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; "Woods" and suddenly Minions, Elves, and Fae were losing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; homes...that is pretty much the whole Realm suddenly packed into the main village, nipping at each other's heels in their small confined space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace's third &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; had been set up for months now, and everyone had avoided it pretty much due to the fact that a line was drawn at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; boundary, no combat and people were renting the land for private living...or at least as private as you can get next to two full RP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sims&lt;/span&gt;. Grace was quick to rebuild, but even as things were changing we were slightly saved not a week later when Grace and Slip made up. But things had already changed, and it was a little late to just flip things back to the way their were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainers in the guild drew closer together as we adjusted the training to the new realm. We were overwhelmed by the growing number of recruits and constant demand of training and testing. Towards the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;, it seemed to some that we did less and less RP and spend more time teaching one or more recruits with the hours we had online. Recruits were happy to take on the challenge of becoming a ranger, but giving up chance to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; and teach others took a special few people...but towards the end, it was almost sad as we got less time enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Everwind's&lt;/span&gt; last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last months in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; I had also been drawn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Triskele&lt;/span&gt;, helping to start up my own Ranger Guild there. As one event after another seemed to lead to the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; I was debating my place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;, if I should remain or not. But my choice seemed to be made for me as Grace announced plans to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; an "age verified" only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;. Now I didn't think anything of it at the time...I had take on a challenge to build a float for the Ranger Guild with the help of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt;, Maya, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt;. At the time my building skill was limited at best, and it took the month we were given to complete the master piece. But it was a bitter sweet win, as I realized that not only wasn't I verified in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;, that I would never do such a thing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understood the whole "covering one's *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;" with applying age verification to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;, but the whole process as easy as it was for me to do being in Canada, was against my personal boundaries. I was not about to dish out more personal information to make things more "safe" for Grace and Slip, it was also useless, as any kid with any sense to get this far on getting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; could just as easily steal their parent's ID and Identity to verify age on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;. Now people could argue one way or another till they are blue in the face, but simply put, I made a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As things got heated more and more over those that picked one side or another on this issue things seems to go downhill fast, and as much as I have respect for Grace as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; owner and all she gives to those that play in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sims&lt;/span&gt;, it was a dark side of plain and simple disrespect for those that put their hearts and souls into HER playground that did it in for me. Fine, it was her money, she can do and say what she wants, but I am not stupid and being slapped in the face is about the last thing anyone in their right mind would stand to turn back and let that person do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my last days in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; counted down, I made myself at home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Triskele&lt;/span&gt; as I knew come New Years it would be my only home. I had looked forward to celebrating a year in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; and more of its adventures, but I came to accept that all good things come to an end. And more so, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; has come into history as THE best Medieval &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Roleplay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; to have come to life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;, I can look back and smile and say "I was there...I was apart of it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; close, and its sad attempt at rebirth in the new year, there is rarely a day that doesn't go by that I think back on the first realm I called home. Through all the ups and downs, the pain and heartaches, to the joys and love I have come to feel for so many I met in that precious part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;...I have no regrets other then wishing I had more then my few memories to relive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I posted this towards the beginning of my blog~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQM93l4J2Iw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQM93l4J2Iw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The Elf in the cage and on the sacrifice table in the Underworld, that is Park, my sis *smiles*....no, it wasn't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt;, it was just for the video! And if anyone knows the WHOLE soundtrack to it, can you tell me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; the part that picks up as the Knights run out of the Castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-7477589428174404177?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7477589428174404177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=7477589428174404177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/7477589428174404177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/7477589428174404177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/09/end.html' title='The end....'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-2394108556836949704</id><published>2008-09-03T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:24:05.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO-OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever as a child did you play a game with your parents, snakes and ladders and keep rolling the dice and landing on the snake, or getting nothing but 1s or bad cards? Your parents would smile and hand the dice to you again, letting you take another shot. Oh it was great, it was like wiping the slate clean and starting over, but still taking everything with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now in RP, it's not so easy to just forget things that happened. Many times RP has been voided, battles or fights go bad and then a GM comes along and you have to pretend that 3 hours of your time have just gone "poof". So what happens when your character comes to a wall, and you want to take five steps back and go down another path? Well, you can't really do that, but nice thing about RP is if you are good, if you were Mage you could just blow the wall away, but if you are a Ranger, throw over a grapple hook and up you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, its not that simple, but you get the idea, if you are creative enough, in RP, just about anything is possible if you are willing to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, Stormy and Chance had only been gone for about 2 days, Raenn sat on the thrown and I was torn. She along with the minions wanted me to stay, but it just wasn't the same without Stormy and Chance there. I finally decided that this was it, that my time had come and I was going to throw that grapple hook over the wall and find my next path. So how does one just leave the Dark Realm, not to mention step down as a Dark Sage? Well...it's easy really, just depends on if you would enjoy it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I get it in my head that this is it, and portal into Everwind, just as I land I get a notice from the Ranger's Guild. Park has stepped down and left, no longer Ranger Second or even a member of Everwind. And just who do I bump into as I head towards the path to the Dark Valley but our fearless leader Jacko *grins*. Needless to say, I am up for promotion, Park gone, my long time rank of Lt is about to take me higher...wooohooo! Well, a sad moment, hurt that Park is gone, but thrilled to be Second, and oh wait...there was a reason I went to Everwind in the first place...right....back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING THE FOLLOWING IS ROLEPLAY, NOT REAL, EVERYTHING DONE WAS CONSENTED TO, COULD BE GRAPHIC!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Log of Nov 11 '07 - Scene set in the Dark Cathedral, the new Dark Queen on her thrown, and top loyal minions surround her. Enter Katlin, Dark Sage Ranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stix: Vedui' Katlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn: Vedui Kaitlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katlin walks into the Cathedral and looks at the Dark Queen long and hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn lifts a brow "Something to say Kaitlin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katlin shakes her head and slips off her Sage band from her arm and throws it to the ground at the Dark Queen's feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stix eyes katlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn looks astounded she leaves the band on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katlin: My oaths were to MY KING, MY QUEEN and APOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn saunters up to the human girl eyes as cold as ice, her blood boils in her veins "You DARE disrespect me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stix rests his hand on his weapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katlin: My Queen and King are dead, and Apos the only one that had a hold on me is weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn grabs her by the hair and throws her to her knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katlin falls to her knees hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn: Apos has made me your Queen, you will respect her desires or die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn: repent Child and your punishment shall be swift *glares down at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn spits "Beg girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katlin glares at the Dark Queen...."Apos has no power over me anymore, but I'm not a coward....I wont run and hide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stix draws his staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rayiden: Your orders my Queen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn's suck in a breath through her teeth "Then you leave me no choice" *pulls the girls hair harder bringing her head back, a dagger appears in her hand gleaming in the candlelight with a swift movement she thrusts it into Katlin's throat and twists grunting with a satisfied smile, she throws the girl down simultaneously jerking the blade from her throat and shivers with pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katlin body shudders with the force of the blade, her life leaves her quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raenn turns a gleam in her eye "dispose of this garbage, feed it to the Orcs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stix grabs the corpse by the hair and drags her from the cathedral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And that was the end of Katlin, Dark Sage Ranger of Everwind. I was now a ghost, for length of 7 days of roleplay. Not a very good first day of being Second of the Ranger Guild, but it was my do-over *sighs*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL7imdrqp-I/AAAAAAAAALg/cNcrnHOmmfw/s1600-h/Ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241876166736521186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL7imdrqp-I/AAAAAAAAALg/cNcrnHOmmfw/s320/Ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-2394108556836949704?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2394108556836949704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=2394108556836949704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/2394108556836949704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/2394108556836949704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-over.html' title='DO-OVER!'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL7imdrqp-I/AAAAAAAAALg/cNcrnHOmmfw/s72-c/Ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-7591640263732253810</id><published>2008-08-24T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:09:17.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Three posts in one day....well the war between Light and Dark went on for a while, and I am on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole time there were to plots running around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;, one about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seelie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unseelie&lt;/span&gt; ghosts roaming around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; and another about a deep betrayal that seemed to revolve around the fate of Stormy and Chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt;, I knew nothing about what was going on, I was a loyal Sage, and as the war raged on I kept on fighting beside them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt; I was torn inside, because Stormy had confided in me the truth of what was to come. Each battle I fought was leading to an ending I did not want to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the final battles of the war the fight raged on for almost a full day, it had started somewhere in the forest and ended up on the very edge of the Dark Valley, people were captured on both sides, I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After falling twice already in battle and finally someone had the time and wits to start binding the fallen minions, and drag us off. We already had captives back in the Cathedral being tortured, my own Head Ranger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; being one of them...so even as my wrists and ankles were bound I knew it was only a matter of time till either we escaped or we were traded or rescued. But I was a little worried....with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stix&lt;/span&gt; gone, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Winkie&lt;/span&gt; barely present, I was the only active Sage for Stormy and Chance, and now I was bond and being dragged back to the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the other minions kicked up a storm about being thrown in jail I was actually playing hurt and curled up on the stone floor. I actually found it very interesting to be on the other side of the bars for once, after all this time of being a minion I had finally be captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SLHDRgtSiCI/AAAAAAAAALA/zcvw7FLHgbk/s1600-h/Captured.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238182547213682722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SLHDRgtSiCI/AAAAAAAAALA/zcvw7FLHgbk/s320/Captured.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Above, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mordok&lt;/span&gt;, my captor, and me on the ground, there were three other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; divided between the cells.  I think a couple managed to escape, in the end we were traded/released.  I remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; came to help me back to the Valley, still wounded from battle since no one bothered to really play on the fact I was laying on the ground moaning and emoting how hurt I was.  My Queen healed me, but remaining in the Valley was getting to me, so I wandered out and back to the village.  I am not sure what drove me back there, it might have been my parting words with Grace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; was a bitter banter of her calling me a traitor.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; went with me again, only to find much changed in the village.  Between the time of our release from the village and when I returned Grace had declared the village closed to all minions, any entering would be arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I should mention that throughout my time of being a minion, many people took it rather hard and in some way this aided me.  Most that knew me before my turning were always trying to save me, or convince others besides the fact of my deeds that I was still "good".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rath&lt;/span&gt; was such, as Commander and Head of the Knights in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; we had known each other a long time, through good and bad, and he did not want to go through with his orders.   He was good enough to give us a choice, staring down on both me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; he would permit one of us to leave, the other would be arrested.  Now I wasn't about to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; take my place behind bars, and I wasn't to thrilled about being placed behind bars for the second time in one day...but I wouldn't deal a fate on another I wasn't willing to accept myself.  In the end I had to use my rank as Sage to order &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; to leave and take a warning to our King and Queen, and then turned to be chained and taken off again.  At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Rath&lt;/span&gt; had the better sense of mind and had me taken to the jail cells set up in the human castle *grins*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember when Kelly showed me these cells for the first time, they had been built to hold the highest of risk prisoners to King Slip and Queen Grace, hence, they had been build to hold Stormy and Chance.  They had been used once before that I am aware of, during a trial of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kobo&lt;/span&gt; for treason.  He had been held there till he had been brought to trial and sentence carried down.  Now I sat in one of the two cells, tucked away from the Realm.  Now, point about an RP realm is that if you force someone away from everyone else, they can't really RP, and they get bored rather quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Needless to say, I was bored, but I welcomed the break from constant fighting.  That night I was allowed out to enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt; Halloween Dance, and the next day came a grand rescue.  Stormy and Chance led the minions against the castle to free me, and what a wonderful rescue!  They swept in and up, broke the locks and passed me a weapon to fight with, and we rushed out, heading quickly back to the Valley....we had to trace our path to gather a few minions caught up in battle but we all made it back to the Valley and in one piece, it was wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, it was short lived.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; behind the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Seelie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Unseelie&lt;/span&gt; wound down and came to an end, and Stormy and Chance would make their last stand.  I arrived to find my King and Queen half out of it and speaking strange, they spoke of being fired on, but did not care.  I already knew what was to come, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt; I knew they had been poisoned with a potion that would bind them to serve Queen Grace, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; I was just a Sage, confused and baffled by their sudden change in behaviour.  Then came the messenger, my King and Queen had been called to the village, and I followed, helpless to do anything but to watch now.  I watched as everyone gathered in the village, I watched as my King and Queen bent to the will of the potion and signed a treaty in blood.  I watched in horror as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Apos&lt;/span&gt; came down and brought her wrath upon them for their betrayal....there was little more I could do but watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cried long and hard that night.  Stormy and Chance had been cut from their roles and now a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; Queen stood in their place, and I was left trying to decide if it was worth staying and if so, what would I do next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-7591640263732253810?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7591640263732253810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=7591640263732253810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/7591640263732253810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/7591640263732253810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/bitter-sweet-ending.html' title='Bitter Sweet Ending'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SLHDRgtSiCI/AAAAAAAAALA/zcvw7FLHgbk/s72-c/Captured.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-3149884962449199523</id><published>2008-08-24T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:29:08.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the fighting ever end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Following that battle it was clear that it was no longer safe for any side to just wander about the realm without fear of being under attack. Few "Safe-Zones" remained in the realm, most of them were Shrines or the main teleports down into Everwind, battles could only be started by the factions in their own land. More battles would follow, but it wasn't till the death of our Dark Sage Stix that things got mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It started out as something small, a group of minions gathered and started to taunt and cause trouble, the Knight's drew, they had to, it was their territory, and it started *sounds a chord*. At first I watched, not interested to be drawn into it, then one of the Knights seemed to focus on me....well I was a minion and an easy target just about then, so I was all in then. Stormy and Chance showed up and what started out as small became a round about fight, we didn't face as much lag as we had before, people fell and meters recovered faster, the battle went round and round for some time. Then Stormy got tired of the Light getting up and ordered the kills. Not only was I not big on the idea of RPing out the kills was seeing the one liners. I gave mine two, but finally things seemed to be slowing down and ending. Of course, the Light side was screaming foul and in walked Grace, and without even hearing our side voided it all. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worse was to follow, in another fight that started and drew into the village we had been given orders not to kill, this was just to stir things up. We didn't want to fight and see it all voided, and waste hours of fighting to have to go back saying, "nothing happened". Towards the end we start to draw out, and we think that we have everyone as we head back to regroup in the Valley, only to learn that Stix fell and was killed, his body thrown into the fountain. It had been done by a rogue that even as the battle started had professed he was not taking a side, and yet he had gone out of his way to join the Light side and then kill one or Sages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took this picture shortly after, Stix RPed a very nice reanimation and he played it to a T....he was literally a walking Zombie, but as good as the RP was, Grace wouldn't void his death, but she voided and created new laws to reanimation, voiding Stix's character and returning him to his death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SLGUcCGsOuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YhihaSbCvyU/s1600-h/Last+Stand+-+Minions.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238131050930780898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SLGUcCGsOuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YhihaSbCvyU/s320/Last+Stand+-+Minions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Left to Right: Samo, Katlin (me), Chance, Stormy, Stix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture was the last time Stix and I stood together with our King and Queen before he and Jiji left Everwind, fed up with Godmongering. Looking back, now I might take things differently, but I think the worst part is having to accept the fact that as roleplayers we were trying to have fun and seeing those at the top always sway things in their favor. I am a lot more accepting now in roleplay, I am not afraid of my character being killed or facing capture or torture, I accept that if people are willing to have fun with it and put the effort into roleplaying it, then all the more fun. Stix and Jiji were excellent RPers and losing them was a blow to our side IC and OOC. It was then that we were just ready to walk away, it felt that it didn't matter, we would always lose cause Grace or Slip would void anything that actually seemed like a win for the Dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We walked away from a number of battles after that.  One day the number of captives just piled up in the valley, we ran out of room to put captives.  Grace and Slip mounted a raid/rescue into the valley for the captives, and refused to admit they had been seen coming into the valley, refused to accept that the "gates" to the cathedral had been locked.  But as it was Dark faction land our side would have had to have drawn.  Mind it was about 3 minions against I don't know how many.  So no weapons were drawn, many of us refused to even RP with Grace or Slip at this point, which lead to rant in a notice to tell us to grow up...hmmm, so maybe both sides didn't "act" in the best way, but pointing the blame solely on those that fill your Realm with an opposing side might not be the best thing.  We lost a lot of minions that day, those that stayed either wanted to continue to pick a fight, or like myself, love Stormy and Chance and stayed for the loyalty they had for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But we were tired, of it all, and just wanted it to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-3149884962449199523?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3149884962449199523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=3149884962449199523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/3149884962449199523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/3149884962449199523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-fighting-ever-end.html' title='Will the fighting ever end?'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SLGUcCGsOuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YhihaSbCvyU/s72-c/Last+Stand+-+Minions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-8979967500014786485</id><published>2008-08-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:47:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's War!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tension had been growing for months now, and you could feel it in the air, you could taste it....it was that intense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to say where it started, but a good place to start on the side of Dark was the anger over &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jar of Justice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, that both IC and OOC had ticked a lot of people off, especially those that had been subjected to it.  It has started with a raid, which ended up with 4 minions captured and dragged away.  What happened, I am not sure of, it was one of the few raids that was actually led by the Light, but those captured were brought back to the main village and placed inside this huge Jar in the middle of the village.  At one time I had a picture of it, but I was disgusted with what it stood for and sent it to the trash....POOF!  There was a plaque on it, stating that anyone charged with treason would be placed within, they were also "changed" into a  fairy for the duration of their punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was baffled and furious that anyone but our King and Queen could charge a minion with treason...of course we would be against the Light...then should they not throw everyone in there cause everyone would be betraying one side or another but the rare few that could and did remain neutral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that our King and Queen gave us orders that no one entered the Valley was safe from our hands, we were ordered to capture all trespassers and freely offered to do with as we wished.  Many were captured, most tortured, few killed to leave a message to those of the Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our King and Queen launched a number of mass attacks on the Light, one even included a wonderful plan to attack by all means, by land, by sea, by air....it was wonderful, save for a little OOC slip that tipped off the Light.  They "knew" we were coming and massed for the attack, Stormy's Trojan Horse stood in the main village waiting for them to accept it, the air balloon hovered over the Elven Village and a war ship neared the Fae Glade, all ready for the attack.  But the OOC slip brought it all crashing down...no one would accept the Trojan Horse and our King and Queen finally turned us into one mass to fight, no longer divided we headed to the Elven Village and stormed over the walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a wonderful battle, the lag so heavy even running made you stand still and maybe your hit would land 5 minutes later if the meter even read it.  Before the battle we had prepared ourselves, knocking off as many attached items as we could, reduced our settings to next to nothing, just enough for us to see what and who we were fighting.  We were able to fight through the lag, at one time I was up against Dream with her "Hero" meter and she was furious cause she couldn't get to me but I reduced her meter to the red.  At this time I was human, and this caused a lot of confusion, I got a number of IMs from people asking what side I was on cause I was being relentless in attacking them.  Even with the lag people started to fall and after hours of battle Stormy and Chance called a retreat.  It wasn't till the numbers started to thin and the lag slowly lifted that my meter finally dipped below green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have mentioned that as a human and a ranger I had 2 healing powers (Charm- Human, Self Heal-Ranger) and 3 attack features on the rest of my Ranger HUD, between that and fighting with a very low lag, low scripted sword I was just sitting pretty for this battle and most that followed.  At the end, Dream demanded that I leave the battle cause my meter was broken.  Even as Chance shouted us to retreat I stayed to take out one more opponent...I had Mulder down to the orange and we had been facing off for most of the battle, I wanted to take him out before I left.  One of Mulder's hits struck through then just as Dream IMed me and I was nice enough and lag permitting to copy and paste it for it to show that my meter was working and kept fighting.  Mulder was down moments later and with Ajin at my back we hurried out of the Elven Village and to safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As each side licked its wounds and us Minions sat and grinned and rewarded ourselves with a battle well fought and no looses, (we had been given orders not to kill before the whole battle started) there was no more doubt left for any side...we were at WAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-8979967500014786485?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8979967500014786485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=8979967500014786485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/8979967500014786485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/8979967500014786485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-war.html' title='It&apos;s War!'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-4312958494817970696</id><published>2008-08-17T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:40:47.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail! Da King!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjufvpDeCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xt0UTnAY7gI/s1600-h/Da+King.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235696795950217250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjufvpDeCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xt0UTnAY7gI/s320/Da+King.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Da King *hugs* my King Chance, at rest in his lazy boy...one of my favorite pictures of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust me, he might look layed back but his bow was never far or slow from being drawn in a time of need and you couldn't run far enough or fast enough if he had it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-4312958494817970696?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4312958494817970696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=4312958494817970696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4312958494817970696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4312958494817970696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/hail-da-king.html' title='Hail! Da King!'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjufvpDeCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xt0UTnAY7gI/s72-c/Da+King.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-8312087193477364971</id><published>2008-08-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:00:39.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do with a bored minion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had found a very happy place in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; and my character now. I had started to let go, both of the pain I was feeling and clinging to being "me" and not a character. I found I could still be Katlin and myself, but have more fun with it and not let the RP effect me as much. Without the stress of having a character RP forced on me, I was a lot more comfortable...and partly pleased with myself how many people were mislead by my human looks...everyone simply assuming that if you are human you are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is hardly true, in many fantasy based cultures, humans were given the right to choose, where as Elves are deemed always Light, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; are deemed always Dark....a human could pick any path...freewill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; I walked among hardly batted a lash as I continued to serve Stormy and Chance, it was usually the newer minions that arrived that questioned me. But as now a proven and loyal minion, and one of only 3 Dark Sages, I held a lot of respect, all of which, I hope and tried hard to earn and keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everwinds&lt;/span&gt; history there have only been a handful of Dark Humans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; was most the most notable, from day one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Everwind's&lt;/span&gt; opening he came and swore himself to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;, and on the day it closed he was still there. Seat would venture into darkness a few times, torn by either a curse or oath, he could always spin a wonderful character to play off of. I recall only one other human, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Crom&lt;/span&gt;, but rarely active. And then there was me....*smiles*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you would think the Realm would have to fear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;, but they knew what they looked like and could see them coming. Dark Humans, unless you knew, you wouldn't know what hit you till it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think a returning point for me came not long after, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; and I were killing time in the Cathedral. The Realm was quite, and we were getting bored, it was just one of those few nights that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; was quiet and RP dried up. Depending on which of us talks about that night, will blame the other *grins* that the events to follow was never their idea, and that they were only the one following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; taught me a great deal of understanding to being a dark human, a minion, and also focusing on keeping true to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt;. That night we rode together to the main village and hitched our horses to a tree, gathered our weapons and crawled up the steep side of the hill leading to the Human Castle. In what would be an epic RP for us, we would fill the night...almost 3 full hours of struggling around the outer rim of the castle, hiding from patrolling Knights, and slipping quietly inside the castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjZMfYMI2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4zGB5_R1CYE/s1600-h/On+the+Ledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235673375422817122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjZMfYMI2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4zGB5_R1CYE/s320/On+the+Ledge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjZMrgG68I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lu3brPxUTVU/s1600-h/Sneaking+In.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235673378677255106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjZMrgG68I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lu3brPxUTVU/s320/Sneaking+In.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting in was half the trouble. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rath&lt;/span&gt; had seen to putting doors at the throne room balconies, and we did not realise this till we were already on the back side of the castle. 2 hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;roleplaying&lt;/span&gt; finally goes us around pillars, down to different levels of ledges and to an open balcony....tut tut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Rath&lt;/span&gt;, you forgot one *grins*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We slipped inside, did the usually minion mischief...sat on the King and Queen's thrones, left a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Apos&lt;/span&gt; in front of them. We could have done worse, we could have lit the castle on fire, but we had gone into this expecting to be captured and we had come so far....I was scared of my mind, but I didn't care, I was having the time of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leaving didn't take us nearly as long, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; kept the RP in check, we grappled our way down the side of the castle and made for our horse, spurring them towards the Dark Valley and to safety! We made it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We presented our task to Stormy, who was rather happy with what we had done. Grace was rolling her eyes at us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt; for something original *shrugs*....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Rath&lt;/span&gt;...a few days later her got around to returning the picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Apos&lt;/span&gt; to me, then was sure to add doors to the balcony we had climbed through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;*holds her finger to her lips in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;secretive&lt;/span&gt; smile* Even with passwords to open doors and get inside, there is always an RP way to break into a castle *winks*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjkXH6o-pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/orm4WKXh7dc/s1600-h/In+The+Throne+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235685652731329170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjkXH6o-pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/orm4WKXh7dc/s320/In+The+Throne+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; I am going to dedicate this entry to King &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; and Queen Katlin.....hehe...even if it was just for 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjk4PbSMGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i7GHiHjCSds/s1600-h/King+and+Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235686221682978914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjk4PbSMGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i7GHiHjCSds/s320/King+and+Queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-8312087193477364971?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8312087193477364971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=8312087193477364971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/8312087193477364971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/8312087193477364971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-you-do-with-bored-minion.html' title='What do you do with a bored minion?'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SKjZMfYMI2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4zGB5_R1CYE/s72-c/On+the+Ledge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-6385463311652996416</id><published>2008-08-08T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:48:46.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth of a Dark Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things were actually going well for me, I had grown close to Stormy and Chance. Geroff had stepped down and left Everwind, and at Park's request Stormy and Chance had offered me rank of Dark Sage Ranger in his place. I joined Stix, and Winkie among those second only to our Dark King and Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then my reason, my poison for being a Drow vanished and I was left wondering what more there was left for me here in Everwind. I was crushed and broken, and my friends were left to help pick up the pieces. I nearly left SL completely, I started seeing things I hadn't before and wondered why I had been so blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends and my roleplay were all that kept me going. I renewed friendship that I thought I had lost, but they had only been waiting in the shadows. I consumed myself in my own character RP...the Drow that was me, was dying, my reason for being was gone...I was free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJyDN_O3THI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wqfUqXu9fZ0/s1600-h/Katlin+-+Stricken+Drow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232201143432989810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJyDN_O3THI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wqfUqXu9fZ0/s320/Katlin+-+Stricken+Drow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was dying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the next couple of weeks I let my character weaken, as I struggled to figure out what to do next. I didn't HAVE to be dark anymore, but I had grown close to those around me, I also loved Stormy and Chance to death, and they had been a key to my strength as my world crumbled around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a choice to make, the Drow was dying, how would she be reborn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stormy confided in me then that her and Chance would be stepping down in a matter of months, they had a huge roleplay revolving around their fall from the Dark Throne and being replaced. I knew then that if they were leaving I probably would too, but till then, I was going to stay by their sides and rock the Dark Valley till the bitter end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;With the aid of Stix and his Cleric power I was saved and cursed. The Drow I had become was banished, but Apos still held onto my soul. I would remain a Dark Human, and serve my Drow King and Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJzWW3JiaCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cKFPhE3E-LA/s1600-h/Reborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232292555347093538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJzWW3JiaCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cKFPhE3E-LA/s320/Reborn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *sighs* It was good to be pale again!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-6385463311652996416?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6385463311652996416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=6385463311652996416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/6385463311652996416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/6385463311652996416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/birth-of-dark-human.html' title='Birth of a Dark Human'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJyDN_O3THI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wqfUqXu9fZ0/s72-c/Katlin+-+Stricken+Drow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-4498116485791673247</id><published>2008-08-08T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:26:59.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Good To Be Drow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJxMZiEuMgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EVbhYme0LPU/s1600-h/Drow+in+the+castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232140868624724482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJxMZiEuMgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EVbhYme0LPU/s320/Drow+in+the+castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ask me how I got here, I can't remember. This is me, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;, sitting on the Human Queen's throne....*snickers*. It was something I think all minions did sooner or later, like a right of passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me introduce Divine. The first time I met her, Park and I were wandering near the new Dark Valley. At the time, I was still Human, she was still Elf. We spotted a figure that didn't seem to belong down there, pale skinned and alone. I wasn't too thrilled with the idea, but following my sister we quickly made our way down into the valley and searched her out. We only talked to her for a moment and we both knew that something was wrong, our best guess was she was being brain washed of sorts. She refused to leave and in a moment of what seemed between sanity and madness she bid us to leave and quickly, before it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next time I would see Divine she would be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;, and I would slowly get a larger taste of how good of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; she is. When it came time for my turning, Parked helped me start it off, Divine helped me finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most amazing thing I realized on the other side, was it was right what they say. Baddies are just good people playing Baddies. I met some amazing people that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; I would not have gotten close to if it had not been for my turning. Besides seeing the true side to Stormy and Chance, I met others that change me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jiji&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stix&lt;/span&gt; were an amazing couple...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xeno&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Geroff&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kar&lt;/span&gt;, Divine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kyr&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt;...just a few of the names of people I got closer to and got to see them beyond the characters they put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of themselves. I counted them as much better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;roleplayers&lt;/span&gt; then myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite all the heartache of being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;, we had some good times. And amazing how much fun being bad can be, and what happens when one is bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So what is it, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; and Minions alike do when they are bored? Go raid the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Elve's&lt;/span&gt; Land...go pick up a few faeries to torture, or sacrifice a few lost humans? Nope....we dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It started in our own Dark Cathedral, I happened upon Divine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ajin&lt;/span&gt; and a few others dancing. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Orc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Chieftain&lt;/span&gt; just standing back and enjoying the view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJx2IKjfx9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/o2l3iWNfSlc/s1600-h/Drow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232186749741942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJx2IKjfx9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/o2l3iWNfSlc/s320/Drow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not in this picture, by this time I was Sage, and I wasn't about to just go join in a dance, but they were having fun so I gave them what I could so they could carry on...I pulled out my flute and gave them something to dance to. Now we were having way too much fun, and we couldn't possibly just keep it to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this time the Realm was busy at the main tavern having a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt; chat about this or that, so we thought it would be nice to take our dance to the village, waiting for everyone to come back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt;. The moment the meeting broke up, I put my flute to my lips, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; and Minions alike clicked Divine's chimera and we never looked back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJx5Xgi7PUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KQ-CdBJB78E/s1600-h/Katlin+-+Drow+dancing+in+the+village.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232190311878049090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJx5Xgi7PUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KQ-CdBJB78E/s320/Katlin+-+Drow+dancing+in+the+village.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~* PROOF *~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though some of us wore weapons, we didn't have meters on. We seriously only went to have fun. Some people came and laughed at us, others with us. Some thought my flute was haunting, and others wanted to join in with it. Then there was Slip, Human King, he walked up and without a second word drew his bow and commanded his Knights and Royal Rangers to do the same. People were torn, even those that followed his orders. It was a good day to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;, even at the end of the King's bow and all the men and women sworn to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Under threats of being fired upon, I stopped my flute and the those dancing stopped. We took ourselves slowly from the village, and the Faeries called to us to take our dance and celebration to the Glade. It was wonder, those that followed and joined us then. Those that only moments before had had their weapons ordered drawn and pointed at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJx85vxvAVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CHDYXqJvLMw/s1600-h/Glade.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232194198617129298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJx85vxvAVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CHDYXqJvLMw/s320/Glade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It was one of those day, one of those few rare days, that for me, it felt good to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-4498116485791673247?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4498116485791673247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=4498116485791673247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4498116485791673247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4498116485791673247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-good-to-be-drow.html' title='It&apos;s Good To Be Drow!'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJxMZiEuMgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EVbhYme0LPU/s72-c/Drow+in+the+castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-1557437903933457207</id><published>2008-08-05T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:32:02.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERSTOCK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL8BDV_hDzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/U6QanHdbyJY/s1600-h/Everstock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241909648237334322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL8BDV_hDzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/U6QanHdbyJY/s400/Everstock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everstock in Everwind, September 14 ‘07 - Happy Memories, Rockin’ Parties! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWunuSNwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZxWoSJkoUcU/s1600-h/Everstock3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231096694872094466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWunuSNwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZxWoSJkoUcU/s320/Everstock3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace &amp;amp; Slip, Queen and King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWu_RRCbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QjjS4c67n9I/s1600-h/Everstock4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231096701192833458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWu_RRCbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QjjS4c67n9I/s320/Everstock4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stormy &amp;amp; Chance *HUGS*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWu6uVnFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CpFDYK7OdoI/s1600-h/Everstock5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231096699972590674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWu6uVnFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CpFDYK7OdoI/s320/Everstock5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trippin’ Fairy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWvCaHnrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0zhUUnkLlWc/s1600-h/Everstock2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231096702035271346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWvCaHnrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0zhUUnkLlWc/s320/Everstock2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dyson! I think...maybe I was trippin'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWvIevNvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1vleSk5h1DY/s1600-h/Everstock7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231096703665256178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWvIevNvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1vleSk5h1DY/s320/Everstock7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My groovin’ sister Park &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWXjGkMWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Eh0Mbw6PmUY/s1600-h/Everstock9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231096298494767458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWXjGkMWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Eh0Mbw6PmUY/s320/Everstock9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Count...even the Knights know when to let their hair down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL8BIx3SPmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BL6eLEutXJ4/s1600-h/Hippy+Jacko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241909741618347618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL8BIx3SPmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BL6eLEutXJ4/s320/Hippy+Jacko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jacko! He is a party animal inside!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWZZD2iKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/H6yBYWnUq6o/s1600-h/Everstock12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231096330158770338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJiWZZD2iKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/H6yBYWnUq6o/s320/Everstock12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goovin’ Kelly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL8BaTbWv0I/AAAAAAAAANA/VOC2XK5ZHso/s1600-h/Hippy+Maya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241910042685783874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL8BaTbWv0I/AAAAAAAAANA/VOC2XK5ZHso/s320/Hippy+Maya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maya took 1st place for best female look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL8Bk6aLUWI/AAAAAAAAANI/kmKMJx7O4_s/s1600-h/Hippy+Katlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241910224948515170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL8Bk6aLUWI/AAAAAAAAANI/kmKMJx7O4_s/s320/Hippy+Katlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Think I am wearing enough pink? I didn’t think so either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-1557437903933457207?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1557437903933457207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=1557437903933457207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/1557437903933457207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/1557437903933457207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/everstock-in-everwind-september-14-07.html' title='EVERSTOCK!!!'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SL8BDV_hDzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/U6QanHdbyJY/s72-c/Everstock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-3196985105437453423</id><published>2008-08-02T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:33:03.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are your limits?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;For those that have ever got to one of my Combat RP classes, there comes a moment when I am talk how to accept capture and be sure of your limits of what happens next. Anything can happen, and just like anyone else that has come new and scared into RP, capture is something that will happen, it's only a matter of time, so easier to be prepared. I go on to tell them about the things that follow...you could get rescued before anything happens, you could end up being killed then and there, and your captor could get you back to their dungeon, and start torturing you before any rescue attempt. I ask them, what are you limits? Could you lie there and take having someone carve their name into you? Cut off your toes and feed them to you? How about when it's all over and you are barely alive, drag you to the sacrifice table and offer your blood and soul to their God/Goddess? Some of them laugh when I ask, others get squeamish....and I ask, because those are only a few things I have witnessed...and have to admit in being apart of. Knowing that....what are your limits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJTP-HUBhWI/AAAAAAAAACg/dDtMewXPKm8/s1600-h/Kelly%27s+Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230033733305861474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJTP-HUBhWI/AAAAAAAAACg/dDtMewXPKm8/s200/Kelly%27s+Angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of those stories that starts with how it ends, or at least leads you to think this is how it ends. No mistaking it, Kelly laid on the Alter of Apos, her body tortured, and now sacrificed...her spirit, her angel now hovering and looking down on us all. Shhhh...it's a ghost, you aren't suppose to see it! It's bad RP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;**Flashback**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The friendship Kelly and I shared almost crumbled into nothing with my turning. Unfriended, not even able to speak OOC with each other...it was probably about the most heart-breaking event following my turning, to see a friendship fall for something that was suppose to be just IC. But it was more...I had always played it safe, IC wasn't it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the weeks that followed things started cool, Kelly and I were able to talk once more, being able to draw a line between IC and OOC we could both manage with, though still hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelly came to an idea, she had to face that which she feared. Oh no! I was fighting and hiding behind what I had become, and she was ready to face what she feared. She planned it all, Stormy and Chance agreed to help with it, and in near hind-sight it might have been better if I hadn't logged on just then. But being a good little minion, I followed my King and Queen, no questions asked...one thing I could do was take orders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelly told me not to worry...I did....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;**Fast-forward**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was being a good little minion and following my King and Queen around. The day had come, we know what is planned, but acting like we don't. We leave the Cathedral, leaving it open for Kelly to enter without us noticing...tonight she is meant to be catch in the act of stealing a sacred scroll from the Cathedral. Half a dozen Drow now waited just outside the Cathedral...waiting. But then came the question, if we aren't inside, how are we to know if anyone is in there sneaking around. I set up my hawk to watch the land around us, and wouldn't you know, it picks up movement and someone that shouldn't be here. I send up the alarm and call out to my King that we have a trespasser...you have never seen so many weapons drawn at the same time! I know that both Stormy and Chance were there....Xeno was there through his magic, a few others had bows drawn, while I went with my sword as in the back of my mind I was thinking so many fighters so close together, lag was going to be eating us. You would think, that one person against so many would not last long, but Kelly and her own Hawk put up an amazing battle! Arrows flew all over, Xeno trying in vain to bind her in place, it was pure madness. I got up close, even knowing I would be hit by arrows of my own kind I had a better chance of landing hits with my sword. Her meter slowly started to sink, Xeno's spells finally took, binding Kelly in place, and as the final blows of arrows and sword landed she fell to the ground, unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;By chance my sword had struck the final blow on Kelly, but I wanted no part in her torture...I begged Stormy and Chance in IM to spare me, but with so many roleplayers things moved quickly. Fingers turned to me, and my King and Queen called me forward to mark my prize. My Queen turned over her own sacrificial dagger to me so I could carve my name into her. I tried IC and OOC to get out of it, but IC was more demanding, displease my King and Queen and I share Kelly's fate...and I was evil now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Needless to say, I happy to realise I wouldn't be the only one torturing Kelly, everyone was having a hand in it...and by then a number of other Drow had showed up to have their fun with the Royal Ranger Commander. That made me a little more comfortable as I slowly carved my name into Kelly. Xeno spelled up a giant spider, I think my King was the one that took her toes and stuffed them into her mouth....I don't think I was actually reading the rest of the torture, just focusing on getting my little part done. Much more was done, it gets gorier as it went along, as if having someone carve their name into your chest isn't bad enough, it was one of Stormy's favorite things to do. Kelly's blood was on my cloths and I watched them drag her off toward the alter, hanging onto life with but a thread. I hung back, taking myself out of range from hearing any more. It wasn't long till it was finally over, Kelly's angel now hovered above the Realm, free from life, safe from anything more being done to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;That night literally tore me to pieces then. Kelly was happy though, despite it all and her fears, she came out better in the end. I would cry, and she would tell me its okay, everything was fine, and I would try and believe it. It was something we were both glad in the long run, that it had turned out the way it did in the end, and had been something we did together. It's still troubling at times when we talk and we flash back to the night of her torture, but in the long run, that night changed us each for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-3196985105437453423?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3196985105437453423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=3196985105437453423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/3196985105437453423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/3196985105437453423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-are-your-limits.html' title='What are your limits?'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SJTP-HUBhWI/AAAAAAAAACg/dDtMewXPKm8/s72-c/Kelly%27s+Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-7107474675980006204</id><published>2008-08-02T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:20:19.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did all the good Rangers go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even before I turned it was rare to find a Dark Ranger. Our Code made if very hard to be Dark and a Ranger. Being Dark and reading over the Code, your head would spin....being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; and reading over the Code, gave me a headache...how was I suppose to take on the role of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; and still be the Ranger I was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guild stood a little differently now. Kelly had stepped down as Second to head the Royal Rangers, Light sided Rangers that would answer to the Human Queen and King. Park had been raised to Second of the Guild, and I still held my rank as Lt....getting more and more unsure of what the rank ever did for me....but I still liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park was soon to follow and join me with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;, but not cause her Sister had turned. Neither of us turned for our own reason I believe, we made that mistake...but she made a far better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; then I ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, Arthur, Maya, Kelly, and Seat were Officers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; was a Trainer...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; would add Brice to the mix sometime later. But looking at how the guild once stood in question over if it was too "Good" to be allow you to be "Dark"...was thrown out the window. Now half of the ranking Rangers were Dark, two of which, Park and I led the Guild in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jacko's&lt;/span&gt; absence. Now no matter how much you press it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people starting out find it hard to wrap the idea that Guilds are neutral...if you have a guild led by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;, I would say that would intimated a number of people approaching you to join up. There were calls to have Park step down...then I would be sure to follow, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; was good to squash this, he was good at backing us up no matter what path we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, when even I looked and wondered what the purpose of a Guild was, and how it could hold, but now I look back and understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; more and more...the only difference was time, and understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-7107474675980006204?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7107474675980006204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=7107474675980006204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/7107474675980006204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/7107474675980006204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-did-all-good-rangers-go.html' title='Where did all the good Rangers go?'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-523083937489736172</id><published>2008-08-02T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:43:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Bad, Not Drow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just before I turned, Grace had gone back and revisited the Underworld and torn it up and started anew. She had placed a new Dragon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wyre&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vexxus&lt;/span&gt;' Tooth had been knocked off to a nub and the Underworld had been ripped right out of the ground. Now, instead of a dark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foreboding&lt;/span&gt; swamp, and probably the best Underworld I have seen and terrified to enter...there stood a peaceful valley. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dwarves&lt;/span&gt; had to share the cliffs with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Orc&lt;/span&gt; camp just below, and then there was the Dark Cathedral, the new home of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; and Minions alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so wrong in so many ways. For one, no one was afraid to enter Dark land anymore...people wandered in, and were surprised and constantly ranting how unfair it was to end up captured/tortured/dead cause they had no way of knowing this was "Dark" land. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; are meant to be underground...they had a good thing...now they were exposed. Elves hide on the ridges over the Dark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cathedral&lt;/span&gt; were always watching, now with an easy arrow shot of all minions without leaving their land. The only rule in our favor now was that we were the only ones that could start a fight on our land...that didn't stop Elves from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shooting&lt;/span&gt; us from above, or the Humans from plotting raids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a new light, a new side, a new world when I went dark. It went deeper and further then I could personally take my character, I couldn't take myself there. For the first weeks after I turned, I hid in the Dark Valley....from those angry at me for leaving them, those shocked that I had done this, and those that wanted to save me. Almost as soon as I turned I wanted out, but just as I had done it for the wrong reasons, I stayed for the same and I faced all the anger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt;, and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even looking back, I never enjoyed being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;, still today, I would not put on that grey skin and white hair again and take on the roll. I do admire those that can play the roll, they are far better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;RPers&lt;/span&gt; then I if they can keep to the character. This doesn't mean that I couldn't be bad, I just couldn't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-523083937489736172?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/523083937489736172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=523083937489736172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/523083937489736172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/523083937489736172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-bad-not-drow.html' title='Be Bad, Not Drow!'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-401660456864392704</id><published>2008-07-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:11:45.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Bad It's Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people in the year+ I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roleplaying&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;...many with years of experience and practice. I have also found that having years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; behind you doesn't mean you are a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roleplayer&lt;/span&gt;. I don't admit to being a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roleplayer&lt;/span&gt;, I have my faults and battle to keep things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; as possible. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; started in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;, from the first day I wandered around with a visitor tag I learned to play it safe even then. I never really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;challenged&lt;/span&gt; my character or pushed the limits. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; was safe, I did what I believed was right and good, and easy to go to bed with at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the death of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BlunderBeard&lt;/span&gt; there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;continuing&lt;/span&gt; plot with pirates and a push for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;intersim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Algarond&lt;/span&gt;. After being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with how the last epic ended and wrapped in my own little safe world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't interested in leaving a Realm I was comfortable in. Kelly and I were busy putting together new training for the Guild, she had also gone on to recruit and lead the Royal Rangers...we had a number of Rangers moving up within the guild as officers...it was a time of adjusting, but for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have told people that I am Katlin, she is me in every sense, if not more so, as I get to reflect more of what I would want to show through her. We are like and as difference in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rl&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sl&lt;/span&gt;, but my character through her has always been me, when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;roleplayed&lt;/span&gt; I was just living through myself into her. This is both good and bad, good, it wasn't hard for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt;, I knew Katlin and understood her...she wasn't just a character I played. Bad thing was, limiting myself to who I was meant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; that turned my character up side down effected me deeply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Going "Dark" was about the worse thing and best thing I did. Bad, because I did it for all the wrong reasons, good cause in the long run it really taught me how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt; a character instead of living through a character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, so I made a mistake, I turned Dark because I wanted to please someone else, I put them before my own personal needs. Ouch! Kelly and I had been working so closely together it nearly broke the friendship we had into pieces. Others were so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt; over the transformation they wouldn't and couldn't believe that Katlin....I had gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SI32nJ8KqHI/AAAAAAAAACY/nwYGkHQNWAI/s1600-h/Katlin+-+Drow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228105894990620786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SI32nJ8KqHI/AAAAAAAAACY/nwYGkHQNWAI/s200/Katlin+-+Drow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Yes proof, even I went grey and white haired once!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny thing was, not a week before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; King Chance had been trying to lure me to the Dark. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; he had been going on and on about how good it would be for me to be a minion for him and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; Queen Stormy. Now....I have a deep respect for Stormy and Chance and the roles they played as I did with Grace, Slip, and even Dream...they lead races, the fact that Stormy and Chance were both on my friends list made my head spin at times...I was just a simple Ranger...Lt even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, I had told Chance that it was best for everyone if I stayed neutral. Little did I see I would be torn less then a week later and taking such a dive as to go against everything I had held to all this time. Not completely impossible, I have done things before for others without putting myself first and gotten hurt before. Bad reason, needs a good kick the the backside for that one, but looking back, it was the start of something beyond good, it was perfect! And I could probably get a kick in the backside for waiting so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-401660456864392704?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/401660456864392704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=401660456864392704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/401660456864392704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/401660456864392704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-bad-its-good.html' title='So Bad It&apos;s Good'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SI32nJ8KqHI/AAAAAAAAACY/nwYGkHQNWAI/s72-c/Katlin+-+Drow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-1328358975994876976</id><published>2008-07-26T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:38:06.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest That Never Was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There once was a Pirate called BlunderBeard....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who tried to take over Everwind....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*laughs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he was a sorry match for a Dragon named Zeno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sighs and shakes her head*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The Pirates was a great epic quest to start, I was looking forward to seeing it pan out. We first met Captain BlunderBeard one fateful day, he was running around, bumbling and talking as if he had spent too many days at sea in the sun without food or water. It turned out he was a wonderful actor as well, cause he fooled everyone, including the Queen. She had him behind bars and in hindsight, it would have been a good place to keep him a long time, but she released him and he threw a curse upon us all. Knocked out and crumpled on the ground and completely helpless he took the time to taint the water in the village fountain, before leaving us with his promise...to return with his crew and take Everwind as his!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hail the new King of Everwind!....oh wait, not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So we spend days watching for signs of the Captain and his crew, planning how we are to defend the Realm from such an attack. After being through a number of epic quests I was getting into the flow of things...I had a feeling we weren't meant to win this up and coming battle...we would have a quest to follow in order to bring down the Pirates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The battle comes...we are all panned out across the Realm waiting for the pirates to show up. And the moment it starts I was already confused, cause with everyone in position the Pirates happened to be in the very human Castle, having not been seen even coming into the Realm. So bad roleplay, they POOFED into the Realm, didn't care how much time and effort everyone put into planning their arrival and got down to fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I think the only good thing I found out this night was how useless bows or any range weapons are in lag. And it has come in handy ever since, as due to lag SL can't rezz prims, can't rezz the prims of arrows and no damage...WOOT! Good to know! &lt;strong&gt;*toses her bow, draws her sword and gets back to fighting*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We fought, finally gave up, but some didn't want to leave the fight even after retreat had been called over and over. It didn't take long to realise that BlunderBeard and all his crew were returning alternates from the Demon/Sorceress Epic Quest and others....they wore the same god meters and fast healing powers...we weren't meant to win this fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When the final few that had stayed behind to fight finally rose and joined us outside the castle as we heard the Captain's voice shouting for us to welcome their new King...him! Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;At this time a few of us that are willing and wanting to move past the battle and continue to the quest turn to Merrick one of the High Mages of Everwind and he is already talking sense. We can't stop the Pirates as is, they are protected by a powerful magic, we have to search the realm and start looking for their chest of gold,t he key to their power and their downfall if we can get our hands on it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;At this time two things happen....BlunderBeard and his crew come down from the castle and the battle continues out into the woods. And those of us that are willing to listen to Merrick go off and start hunting for this chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A quest that never was....at least that is how it felt by the time the evening ended. We searched the castle, we divided up and retraced each other's footsteps looking for this chest. The whole time I keep an eye on my mini map and I can see the mass of green dots, and I know there must be a lot of people seeing red, and I am glad I am not in that battle, knowing the pirates must be at the center of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Word comes that they have been captured, I don't know a lot of details of all that happened. I just remember standing on the far side of the fountain in the village with Merrick and a few others as we watch two of the pirates dragged up. BlunderBeard is taunting and angering one of the greatest dragons in the Realm, Xeno, who now stands near him in bi-ped form. As thing continue you know it can't be good...something is wrong, and in a fit of rage Xeno ends the Captain's rants and snaps the bound Pirate's neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That was the end of it, a few days of watching pirates in a cell and going on to escaping. Xeno was banished from the Dragon Wyre for his actions and meddling with human affairs and became a Drow. And some of us were left thinking...was that really how it was meant to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am not really sure, but it seemed a rather empty ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-1328358975994876976?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1328358975994876976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=1328358975994876976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/1328358975994876976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/1328358975994876976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/07/quest-that-never-was.html' title='A Quest That Never Was...'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-5221543165521445995</id><published>2008-07-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:20:25.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bad Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; was the brain child behind the Demon War....and out of all the epic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roleplays&lt;/span&gt; I have done, between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Triskele&lt;/span&gt;, and now the Shire it has got to be the best, because of the way it simple consumed the whole realm.  You didn't have a choice, if you entered the Realm you were in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roleplay&lt;/span&gt;, no options, demons roamed and they would gladly take you out if you didn't watch your back and get your backside into a shrine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have moments during the Demon War that consumed us, and I want to hear things people went through.  For me I have flash backs.  I see and feel Dream as a Demon hovering over me and drooling down on me.  I remember the dragons were not safe unless they hid in biped form and watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Xeno&lt;/span&gt; go down, and being taken.  Earlier that day he had been flying overhead and watching over me as I ran from shrine to shrine, now he was outside the shrine calling and taunting us to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Chance telling me he had to hide from Stormy as she hunted the Underworld for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear personal accounts...we were so close in those days, all facing the same fate if we weren't careful and yet divided into the shrines, each facing different demons and trials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-5221543165521445995?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5221543165521445995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=5221543165521445995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/5221543165521445995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/5221543165521445995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-bad-demons.html' title='Big Bad Demons'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-5297777124859111871</id><published>2008-06-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:56:47.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DEMONS ARE COMING! THE DEMONS ARE COMING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;100 Points to anyone that knows the name of the movie I took this Blog Title from!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So what does one do, when the Queens of the Realm are falling ill, and a strange rock like portal opens up in the Faerie Glade? You get a stranger to take the Queens and to sacrifice the Dragon Elder, of course. Okay....what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well it happened, and only in Everwind...and well, it was suppose to work. Didn't turn out as planned...oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So what happens when you don't go through with doing what needs to be done? You get cursed! So now we have 5 &lt;strong&gt;BIG BAD&lt;/strong&gt; demons running around the Realm. Now, we learned rather quickly, there was no way to killing these things, even as you did they would return 10 hours later as they already were. The more lives they took, the stronger they got...and they took lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;With the First Knight Rath gone from the Realm on his own personal quest, and King Slip mourning the loss of his wife to this demon curse, we ran short on help. Most of the Knights fell over the days, Guild Leaders started to be plucked off, some of the best and toughest dragons met their end. *Takes a moment to remember Zeno and his horrible Demon Minion Dragon Avatar...shivers* &lt;strong&gt;GAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So how do you get rid of Demons? or even stay alive to get around to figuring that one out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a wonderful voice of reason, Merrick. One of the highest ranking Mages in the Realm told us what we needed to do, we had to stay alive, to make them weak, before we could fight back. If they killed us, they stayed strong. So easy..stay alive, can't be that hard you think? Wrong! What do you do when so many want to go out and fight then listen to reason? Bodies start to pile up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So as we stand around in the village and talk, learning that our safety might lie with the Shrines around the Realm, the Demons takes this moment to come and rain down on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;No better time like &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt; to see if the Shrines work or not. As we scatter, some stay and fight, and some would end up dying, others take to the castle to hide. Somehow, Raziel and I end up in the Shrine above the Fae Glade, with the former Elven Queen in her horrible form hissing and testing the barriers around the Shrine. I could almost hear as she dragged her claws along the opening of the Shrine, testing the spiritual field around it. In our own panic we were using the Shrine more as cover and still firing our bows at the Demons....&lt;strong&gt;BAD IDEA!&lt;/strong&gt;....this we noted might anger the God or Goddess and they might lift their protection on the Shrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't take long for people to get the word that they had to stay in a Shrine, but its hard to keep people locked up in those tiny things. Many people would wander away from the protection of the Shrine to get some space, then as one of the Demons or their new minions (anyone that was killed by one of them) came hunting, would go running back to the Shrine. Now not everyone that was killed went minion, some good hearts still remained and returned to aid us. But hey...when you get a chance to be a baddie and not have to worry about being stuck with your actions, it's just too tempting to be bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I look back at the War of the Demons with alot of fondness, it was a great time to be a Ranger. We ran back and forth between the Shrines, back to the village for food and water, keeping track of who was still alive to fight when the time was right. A few days is alot to ask people to sit around and be stuck in tight places, it was great RP, and always looked back to think that of all those that were lost we only lost 2 rangers, were as the Knights and Warriors, the fighters of the Realm were quickly downed and killed. I guess that can be looked at in a few ways, we aren't purely fighters, if there is another way to handle something besides picking up my bow or sword, I would rather do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, as the Demons were lured back into the Fae Glade, and their minions hovering and fighting around us. The Clerics and Mages worked together to draw the void shut and banish the Demons. Rangers and who was left of the Warriors and Knight, took to their weapons ((RP wise that is)) and held off or downed any minions. I still remember Kelly taking out one Minion against a tree, runner her blade threw it and then apologising to the tree! And, what a night to rejoice as those fallen returned to the world of the living. A night to be a Ranger in Everwind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-5297777124859111871?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5297777124859111871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=5297777124859111871' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/5297777124859111871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/5297777124859111871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/06/demons-are-coming-demons-are-coming.html' title='THE DEMONS ARE COMING! THE DEMONS ARE COMING!!'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-8829183084815712603</id><published>2008-06-19T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:48:55.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's RP...it's not real...is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are always told, its RP, keep it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt;, don't let it slip. Well, even the best of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RPers&lt;/span&gt;, no matter the number of years they have behind them, let it slip. I don't count myself as one of these long time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RPers&lt;/span&gt;, I haven't spent 5 years in group chats writing book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;length&lt;/span&gt; posts as I spin the scene around my actions. I my first taste of RP was the moment my avatar's feet touched the stone path through the Forest of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eldemar&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;. I watched, I learned, I tried, and after letting go some, I have become to take a much lighter feel to my RP, and enjoy where it takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I don't get carried away, I have had RP rip up my roots and my safety nets and throw me to the ground. I have been so deep into my character and into what is happening, my heart go wild, my fingers can't keep up with my thoughts and actions, I feel like I'm falling, and its not that I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;, far from it, I'm thrilled and I want to keep falling cause it feels like I'm flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are times that just roll over me and leave me gasping, wondering how on earth ANY keeps this from slipping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times I have scared myself. I lost my footing once, walking around the rim of the underworld, just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; had placed the Ranger Quest. We knew one of the pieces was hidden in or around the underworld, as I searched, I lost my footing and fell. Next thing I know I'm standing in the swamp, running through rocks that aren't solid, and cliffs too steep to climb. I had seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; head down into the Underworld and now I just wanted OUT! The Underworld was build so it wasn't easy to get in or out, only one clear path in, and finding it when you are in a panic is almost impossible. ((note this was when I was still fairly green, new to my title of Lt. and I hadn't yet met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; or his bow, so my fear was solely on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Orc&lt;/span&gt; and not this Dark Human))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I escaped unharmed, all but my heart, that had been left somewhere behind me...I still remember how shaken I was. I look back and have to smile, at how scared I was, and think now how I have little fear to walk into an Underworld and spend hours searching for lost Druid items and care not if a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; walks up behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that moment had been just my own mind working against me. How about an RP that just makes you want to RUN! How about a moment as you are watching a ritual sacrifice take place, and it all goes wrong? and instead of locking the portal and rid the Realm of the darkness consuming it, instead you bring forth the most horrible and terrible of all Demons to stalk the Realm? How about as you watch in horror as they take to the sky, as everyone scatters, and you are fighting to protect those that have fallen, and then you stand, and its quiet, till you feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; hot and sticky drip down from above you, brush past your face as it falls and soaks into your cloths. I turned my eyes above me to find a Demon, what had been the Elf Queen Dream, now hovering above me, gaping mouth and drilling drizzling down on me. If this had been a movie I was waiting for it to lunge and snap my head of at the neck, but as this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;, I got a chance to run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-8829183084815712603?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8829183084815712603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=8829183084815712603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/8829183084815712603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/8829183084815712603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-rpits-not-realis-it.html' title='It&apos;s RP...it&apos;s not real...is it?'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-5408748146315931236</id><published>2008-06-19T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:50:00.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000704/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;: You're late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005212/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gandalf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;: A wizard is never late, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frodo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baggins&lt;/span&gt;. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for a Ranger, we would never admit to being lost in the woods, we are always where we want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; be.  I admit I get lots in castle more often then not, the twist and turns of corridors and stairs are just mind boggling...almost as bad as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;, but at least they give you arrows to follow your way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have made a great deal of mistakes in my time, and hopefully learned from them for the better.  There was a time that I was lost, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;veered&lt;/span&gt; off my path so badly I didn't think there was a way of coming back from it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sad day I left the Ranger Guild is one I will never forget, it was the longest and saddest month of my time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; as I watched my family RP and hunt and be without me.  As if a Guild was a right to speak to your friends.  Not only that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; about my eyes in paperwork.  It was the first real time I had taken on the hard duties of a guild, but a guild I had no passion in.  I have never claimed to be a warrior, far from it.  I know how to fight, and I will if its called for, but I have rarely ever had reason to draw a weapon.  But when it has come down to either me fighting by want or need or outright orders I gave it my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I watched as two plots spun their weave in the Realm and I sat and wrote, not able to take a moment to join those in having fun.  So it was for a good cause, people look to guilds to create things for them, challenge them, guide them, be something more for them.  I actually have nothing left, not even the few pictures I took to mark my path in the Warriors, trying hard to wipe that mistake from my memory, but in the long run, I looked back and learned that my mistake proved to me that I was and always will be a Ranger at Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think the day that it really struck home was during one of the smaller of the two plots, it seemed that most everyone had forgotten about the pictures that had been stolen from the Castle, everyone had been swept away to look for the the Dark Queen Stormy's necklace.  A brilliant ranger and friend Arthur Ripley had not forgot, let alone, he found them!  He told me later that the first thing he wanted to do was run to his Lt and tell her the news, but I was no longer in the guild or his Lt.  I remember getting the whisper in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; as I sat not that far away in the Warrior's Guild Hall with half a dozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;notecards&lt;/span&gt; filling my screen, and all I wanted to do was go and be apart of it.  I felt very trapped and lost right then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But that was enough of a kick in the butt to get my mind going, I wasn't happy, and in the long run, that is why we keep coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took my thoughts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; and my heart was thrilled that he would have me back, though there was a chance I might not get my title back as Lt., I was sad over this, but I would be a Ranger again and with those I thought of as my family.  Being able to wear my Ranger tag again was the best day for me yet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;.  First thing I did was journey to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Vexxus&lt;/span&gt;' Tooth and take a picture, this Ranger had returned!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;((Points down a few blogs to Everyone has to start someplace...))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once a Ranger,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always a Ranger!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-5408748146315931236?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5408748146315931236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=5408748146315931236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/5408748146315931236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/5408748146315931236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-4846441206183152196</id><published>2008-06-19T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:37:47.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again and Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even when you notice later on that things tend to happen again and again, RP has a great way of somehow repeating itself...there has to be a first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say history has a way of repeating itself.....have we heard that before already? So you have to wonder when was the "first" before it could be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Katlin seems to have a way of repeating death. Didn't take her long to come around to her "first".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the time of the Beast and the Sorceress. Several had already fallen to its horrible attacks, the first, I remember was a Dwarf. During the better part of two weeks we hunted for clues, we watched as the Beast killed our own Queen Grace and her First Sword Tar. Her spirit hovered around and tried to pass on clues beyond the grave, and as we searched we discovered that the Beast was actually a man, cursed to serve an evil Sorceress. But just as this clicked the Beast attacked again, this time with her by his side. In fear, everyone either scattered or attacked, leaving those of us that knew the truth to scream for them to "Stop!". At the height of the battle we were all trapped in the South East corner of the Realm, tight against the cliffs by the liar of the beast. Many fought, over and over, they didn't hear our calls to stop. A few started to fall...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Barok&lt;/span&gt;, Marsha, and one other I can't recall a name. Either the Beast drew its axe through them or the Sorceress stood over them and claimed their soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;, those trying to fight and those trying to stop it, all caught up around this fighting pair. The Beast took me down once, but I was able to recover and kept yelling till he took me down a second time. Then I watched in horror as the Sorceress moved over me. Park tried to stop her, but it was too late, she claimed my soul along with the others..."ouch" *rubs her chest*...what did I ever do to earn such a fate?  It was a very dark night, 4 more spirits took to the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, that it was actually fun, for the first day! Making yourself look like a ghost, and then getting to go around wailing, weeping, flying, hovering and giving out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt; bits of clues. There was so much RP bubbling around from what we had to give out it was great...but we had to stay dead. Then when death was something like 10 hours or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;goooood&lt;/span&gt; night's sleep, we were dead till the end of the plot. Now I understood why the Dwarf that was killed almost day one never returned, he was dead and locked out of RP for almost 2 weeks. By the second day I was bored, I had given out all my clues and EVERYONE knew them as work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spread&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; the living. So I spent the better part of my day going places I wouldn't have gone to if I was alive...the Underworld for one! I had fun exploring the Underworld, how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; do you get the chance to move around without the chance of being killed or tortured on sight unless you are a minion, but sadly there was no one to haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was both amazing and sad how the Realm reacted to our deaths. Park placed a cross out by the Guild Hall with my picture on it. It was a very deep and intense time to RP, you really saw another side of people and how deeply they took both their feelings for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt; and brought in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say that for the first part of this epic RP it rocked to be a ranger. We hunted across the land for all the clues we could find, we found out the truth first about what...who the Beast really was first. Now it was time for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mages&lt;/span&gt; and Clerics to do their thing. King Slip captured the Beast, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mages&lt;/span&gt; and Clerics lead the healing and we watched as the terrible creature transformed before our eyes, back to his human form, he had been a First Knight of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment to laugh as he was good to leave the crowd of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gawkers&lt;/span&gt; and take a leek in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bushes&lt;/span&gt;. We spirits hovered by closely, we waited to be given the word that all was done and we could come back...two days had become torture to wait and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; the living again and get to RP again. We hovered and watching, knowing our time was almost up. The Beast, now human went hunting for the Sorceress. In another great battle they fell together and were taken into a powerful magical void and were gone. POOF....we quickly got to do our return to life and joined those celebrating in the village. It was amazing and wonderful to walk up to the village, get tackled by Park and welcomed back by all the other Rangers, before getting completely blitzed on Mead at the Tavern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be sometime before I repeated this venture into the afterlife, but amazing how you get use to it or at least the idea of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-4846441206183152196?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4846441206183152196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=4846441206183152196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4846441206183152196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/4846441206183152196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/06/again-and-again.html' title='Again and Again...'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-3275601059239481525</id><published>2008-06-12T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:14:29.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Meets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a way of remembering some things in great detail, and others, seem to be completely wiped from my mind. I have images of those I first met in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;, as I finally removed the Visitor tag and wore my Ranger Recruit proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person I met or at least have a solid image of is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rath&lt;/span&gt;. This imposing figure on his large horse, loaded with shining armor and weapons. He stood there silently, I remember him making one remark before moving on, but it was an image of authority and great respect I still have for him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; was this bounding figure, a complete blur and seemed only in a hurry. A strange meet for the man that was suppose to be my Guild Master. I hadn't worn my recruit tag for two minutes before being pulling into a sword tournament that I ended up taking, beating him 2-1. I think he went easy on me, it was a very close match. Afterwards he took me to spend my winnings, and bought my first bow, one that I still carry this day, the Marksman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ryou&lt;/span&gt; was standing near what would be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mage&lt;/span&gt; Tower, above the path leading to the forest. She had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fear in her, as it was a time when we had to protect the Magic and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Drow&lt;/span&gt; were out hunting for the other books that had been found. She then doubted her path as a Ranger and the next time I would see her she would have moved on to join the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mages&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I met Kelly, before she took me on my walk around the realm, was at a sudden call for help. Raiders in the Forest had weapons drawn and blocking the path through the forest. I ran as fast as I could and even beat her to the trouble. She stood back and watched, and was impressed on how I talked the raiders into sheathing their weapons and leaving without anyone getting hurt. Who would have known this would lead to a promotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seat, earned a double take. As this strange red creature, okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Minotaur&lt;/span&gt;, moved up beside me and started talking as if there was nothing wrong with how I might take this all in. He turned out to be quite the flirt, made me smile, and had a passion behind his character that I would deeply enjoy playing against. Through all the ups and downs in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rp&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sl&lt;/span&gt; we went through, we continue to share one of the best friendships I have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbit and Arthur *smiles* it has been a treasure to know these cousins. I got to know him more after coming down from the Arena, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; into a bush then poof...okay, bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt;, but he comes out, short fluffy fur feet, and a mug of mead in hand. He made me smile then as he always has. Arthur was a sad and happy meet, to learn that Hobbit had left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; and he would be taking his place. I can't complain, seeing either one was always reason to smile, always easy to speak to and wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Samo&lt;/span&gt; was something completely different. I have told him a number of times our first meeting he scared me half to death! My first real RP and combat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;, I lead a m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt; and squire down into the Underworld to rescue Ox. He had gone down to rescue Maya and somehow ended up in her place. Maya ran for help upon escaping and led us to the Underworld, and this would be my introduction to her. Little did I know I was about to face one of the best bows in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Gor&lt;/span&gt;, he ended up taking all three of us out, but with his attention on the m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt; I freed Ox, and we all ran for it! I held a great deal of fear for him long afterwards, not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; respect for his bow. So much has changed since then *smiles*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am sticking to mostly Rangers, I can't leave out Park. I new her long before I met her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jacko&lt;/span&gt; spoke of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt;, when I first met her, I was expecting a guy, she turned out to be a wonderful Elf. We ended up on guard duty at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Raistin's&lt;/span&gt; trail, and as I was called to stand outside a glitch in my sword, (one of those first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;masher scripts&lt;/span&gt; that are never meant to be sheathed, but they make invisible) in my rush to leave and obey I ended up hitting her! Oops....amazing the damage an invisible sword can do. I went from bashing her to being her sister in RP and in the friendship we would share long after it fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I will have to come back to more of these....there are so many firsts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and if you remember differently, let me know....this isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; the first time we met, its the first solid image I have of each of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-3275601059239481525?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3275601059239481525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=3275601059239481525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/3275601059239481525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/3275601059239481525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-meets.html' title='First Meets'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-7899674824568687061</id><published>2008-06-10T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:15:37.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has to start someplace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever wonder how things would have turned out if you had choice a different guild to start with? Shortly after joining the Rangers I looked at being a Mage, the only thing that stopped me was the cost of all the spell books. I was having more fun learning to RP then sit around and camp anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if I had just gone for it, if I would have been drawn back to being a Ranger. Probably, my short stint to help out the Warriors didn't last long, I crawled back even then to be what I was happiest being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacko was head of the guild, that was always a constant. Kelly was his Second, and Park head of the Elven Rangers. Then there was me, just another recruit wandering around Everwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember the first time Kelly met up with me, she took me to Illustree's Shrine and we started there. First thing she told me was that if anything happened, I was to run, not look back. Better if I escape and bring help then we both get captured. It was an amazing thrill, so new to RP everything felt so real and struck deep inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We took a "Ranger's Path" along the western edge of Everwind, past the Elven Village, along the Rim of the Underworld. When she finally stopped to let us catch our breath we stood on Vexxus' Tooth, the highest point in the Realm. It was a beautiful sight to see, long before the Dragon Wyre claimed the skies. Dropping down to the path below we hurried past the mouth of the passage to the Underworld, past the "&lt;strong&gt;KEEP OUT&lt;/strong&gt;" sign to the Faerie Glade, and into the main village. I got my first tour of the grand white stoned castle that rose before Everwind. Standing on the roof and looking out over the Realm, I fell in love for the first time. I could be happy here, and I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was a time just before Guilds even got their own Halls. And we had nothing more to do then wander the land we were meant to. Many times I stood on Vexxus' Tooth and looks down in the dark swamp, and at this time, I was afraid of the Drow and or getting lost down there, let along going down &lt;strong&gt;INTO&lt;/strong&gt; the Underworld...not on you life. Roleplay was real to me, and made me feel alive. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;((Picture taken on Vexxus' Tooth....oh, and yes, black hair!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SE8W0i7vomI/AAAAAAAAABo/cIoQGkPNzDE/s1600-h/Katlin-RangerRecruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210408385877353058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SE8W0i7vomI/AAAAAAAAABo/cIoQGkPNzDE/s200/Katlin-RangerRecruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; This was a time when Grace and Slip were Elves *grins*, before Raistin's Trial, before the Beast and the Sorceress....at a time when our first adventures would stir up. The first of the Epic Quests started, "The Quest to Save the Magic"....Keys, Chests, Clues, Books....we had to find them, bring them together. If Dark got their hands on it, we would have been thrown into darkness....so the Light &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to find them all. I remember finding the last lost chest, it was hidden deep in the ocean. Now, being the poor RPer I was then, I saw nothing wrong in standing under the water next to this chest, guarding it, knowing the Drow Sean (Mackie) had the key. So I was new, I made mistakes, I have to look back and smile how simple things were back then, and wonder what serious RPers thought of this newbie recruit that was only just learning what roleplay was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to admit, it was a thrilling way to start, feeling the control and lack there of that comes when roleplay starts the flow. I look back and know I would have handled things much differently, but have no regrets for having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-7899674824568687061?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7899674824568687061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=7899674824568687061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/7899674824568687061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/7899674824568687061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/06/everyone-has-to-start-someplace.html' title='Everyone has to start someplace...'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SE8W0i7vomI/AAAAAAAAABo/cIoQGkPNzDE/s72-c/Katlin-RangerRecruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-6741149028960884429</id><published>2008-06-10T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:00:00.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Everwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so this is leaping around a little.  But I find that I spend a lot of time remembering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;, and it comes up a lot when you get talking with any old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EWers&lt;/span&gt;.  Towards the end, it wasn't so much a surprise to see the doors close, but I recall even then, I found myself looking back at a time when I knew more of the faces, and those that had been around at the beginning, those left, were few and far between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn't there at the very beginning, but long enough to be thought of one of the older timers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;First time I landed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; the main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; was in the middle of the Forest.  We were told to put on visitor tags or accept what happened if we left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;safezone&lt;/span&gt;.  I remember the first person I met in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;, wandering around the forest, completely lost, I met my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Orc&lt;/span&gt;, February Slade, he was nice enough to warn me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; wandering into the swamp.  Mind you, I didn't listen and ended up getting that horrible creepy feeling as I wandered further in and got lost among those phantom boulders and down right scared the first time I laid eyes on the ring of stones and portal to the Underworld.  Now &lt;strong&gt;THERE&lt;/strong&gt; was an Underworld you should be afraid of, and dead if caught down there and not a minion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I get to remembering and have to post this, cause there is a small glimpse of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt; I remember so fondly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQM93l4J2Iw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQM93l4J2Iw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-6741149028960884429?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6741149028960884429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=6741149028960884429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/6741149028960884429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/6741149028960884429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/06/remembering-everwind.html' title='Remembering Everwind'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613070897500165217.post-2957049916259277280</id><published>2008-06-10T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:42:16.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katlin's fate was as bad as any other to start with, so I will keep it short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was trapped on Help Island for 3 days, ready to quit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unistall&lt;/span&gt;, and forget my sad attempt to discovering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day I saw my first dragon avatar and was given my reason to stay and find out more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally rescued by "Lord Grey", who would become my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First home would be the Elf Circle, and it was Heaven to be apart of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord Grey buys me my first set of wings and the Purple Faerie is born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;((Hunts for the all purpose blackmail picture))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SE7cXi7vofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gB1CxRI7iA4/s1600-h/Katlin-Fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210344115986735602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SE7cXi7vofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gB1CxRI7iA4/s200/Katlin-Fairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, stop laughing, I didn't know any better, and it was purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So the happy fate of anyone starting out, wandering, talking to complete strangers and of course, the all night camping and hording of lindens so you get rid of that horrible default hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So Katlin wasn't always the Ranger everyone got to know her to be. I did have a beginning before the fateful day she got that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LM&lt;/span&gt; taking her first RP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some forgettable details of Katlin's life before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She use to hang out at clubs, dance, party and enter contests...most of which she won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was very fond of an orbiting cage gun she would use on guys that tried to pick her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Traded in her purple hair for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; and became a "Lady" with a small following of "Protectors". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;((Hunts for another blackmail picture))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SE7j0C7vogI/AAAAAAAAABA/DhOMrJDfqys/s1600-h/Katlin-High+Vestal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210352302194401794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SE7j0C7vogI/AAAAAAAAABA/DhOMrJDfqys/s200/Katlin-High+Vestal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things would change very quickly for this "Lady" after arriving and hiding under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OOC&lt;/span&gt;/Non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Roleplaying&lt;/span&gt; Entity in the Realm of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Everwind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8613070897500165217-2957049916259277280?l=thewanderingranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2957049916259277280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8613070897500165217&amp;postID=2957049916259277280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/2957049916259277280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8613070897500165217/posts/default/2957049916259277280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewanderingranger.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>Katlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15549777514822815753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SPUckLh6QpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/t8RwkNaJNzM/S220/Katlin_Shepherd2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTV4oh2YBPE/SE7cXi7vofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gB1CxRI7iA4/s72-c/Katlin-Fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
