Hey, if Rytlock is allowed to make fart jokes then so can I. Also, crosshatching is fun.
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Hey, if Rytlock is allowed to make fart jokes then so can I. Also, crosshatching is fun.
In celebration of Charr Week I’ve got new concept art direct from ArenaNet, and a little story that I wrote. I’ve also got new art from me planned for later this week in celebration. Honestly though, I don’t feel like blogging much. I’ve been too busy running around screaming and excited!
“Hey stump-paw! Bring me my steak!” The Blood Legion warrior called over his shoulder before he hunkered back over the hot metal and continued hammering.
Rask Marrowtooth grumbled and limped forward, finding his way by the light of the fire, the black silhouette, and the sound of ringing hammers. Gone were the days when Rask would have been the one briefing slobbering buffoons like this. The veteran of many a covert operation and ambush, Rask was now relegated to serving food and husbanding livestock. All charr were expected to fight, yet Rask no longer could. This particular warrior took pains to remind him of that fact, and Rask had had about enough.
He was nearly blind with cataracts and was missing a paw, but all his years as an Ash Legion spy had served him well. He could could, and had, run an op blindfolded and deaf. Besting this pile of scoria would be no problem.
Rask stumbled, and hunched his shoulders when the warrior turned and barked a rebuke. Under cover of his dropped shoulder, Rask spread a grey powder on the surface of the steak which quickly dissolved into invisibility. Not even a smirk betrayed him, he was too practiced.
“Steak” Rask’s voice was reedy. The warrior snatched the plate from Rask’s blunted claws and by the time he was wolfing it whole, Rask was already on his way out of the foundry. By the time he reached the door and turned around the warrior was already dead.
A hush fell over the forge. Rask watched as the blurry black shapes morphed as their owners turned to look from the dead warrior and Rask. Only now did he allow himself to smile.
When he spoke his growling voice held no hint of the quaver it had sported for the Blood Legion warrior. ”Clean this pile of slag off the foundry floor you cubs, and while you do so remember this: Just because I cannot chase you down should you insult me and run, does not mean that I cannot kill you for your impudence.”
“Aslaug Tigersfeet here reporting from the Black Citadel where the charr have apparently just CANCELLED the Norn Fighting Tournament.
There are a lot of unhappy NFT fans here, things could get ugly.
It appears one of the charr organizers is taking center stage, let’s see what he has to say.”
The elderly charr raised a paw to quiet the audience. With another wave and a sparking of mesmeric magic, he began, “Thank you all for coming here. Instead of the scheduled Norn Fighting Tournament, we the charr of the four legions, have a different presentation in store. Before we begin I would like to formally welcome our visitors from Ebonhawke.”
Then he stepped back and bowed his head. From the edges of the fighting ring poured a multitude of charr, arrayed with banners displaying the sigils of the Blood, Ash, and Iron legions. They stood silent for a moment, and then began to sing.
The first two bars were sung with a gradual crescendo. The charr voices, deep and reverberant, gathered their growling syllables in a mournful tune. As they sang, a fourth group of charr issued from the rear of the fighting ring. This group, garbed in the shocking oranges and reds of the flame legion, began to add their voices to those of the other legions. The charr voices rose to a deafening climax and suddenly
The tightly-packed group of Flame Legion disentegrated, and from their midst stepped a massive charr warrior. His polished horns raked the air a full head above his legionmates and his shoulders would seem impossibly broad if not for an equally deep barrel chest. His gaze, mournful, he fixed unwaveringly on the human delegation from Ebonhawke. In his hand he held a single red iris flower, and on his haunches he bore a tu-tu.
He bowed, and began to pirouette, singing the final verse in a deep, sonorous baritone.
I hope you enjoyed this bit of fiction. Sadly I cannot take full credit for its creation. Tasha requested that I paint a charr ballerina after reading some ridiculous ‘news’ posts by Guild Wars Exclusive.
Art, story, and bad poetry, however, are Tigerfeet originals.
Behold my Robo-Bug.
She is X-53, daughter of X-52, who is in turn, The Son Of X-51.
My husband spent all weekend attempting to download the RIFT beta without success. Our connection is slow and intermittent. The download client doesn’t save progress as you go. I’m sure you can do the math.
So instead he downloaded Champions Online. The next morning he woke me up and told me about the game.
Him: I told myself I wouldn’t make a hero in spandex.
Him: I made a character in spandex.
Him: And then I saw a monkey throwing fireballs. (Said with a certain fiendish glee in his eye. He’s got a thing for monkeys (and squirrels) and he was obviously excited, even talking about buying a subscription.)
So, of course, I had to go see what all the hubbub was about. He instructed me to try out the character creator while he was gone (I had kicked him out of the house to go find some dinner for us). Instead I made my own account so that I could actually play the game.
He walked to the store and I was only halfway through character creation when he got back!
I didn’t have anything particularly in mind when I started. I went with the Blademaster archetype (I wanted something psychic, but I didn’t like the idea of being support… AGAIN). After that it was just me futzing around with generic hero spandex…. until I found the parts.
I think it was the wings that threw me over the top. I found the angel ones first and thought “Hey those are cool, but way larger than I want to deal with right now”. Then I found the dragonflies. I love dragonflies. I had picked the android head with other appropriately robot-ish features (don’t judge me for my pigtails, yo!) but once I found the dragonfly wings I knew I had to construct some kind of bio-mechanical insect.
Robo-Bug, my husband called her, and quirked an eyebrow at the size I chose to make her knockers. I told him to shut up and that it was completely appropriate in this kind of environment.
So Robo-Bug was born and she was thrown immediately onto a battlefield. I ran through some kill-10-X quests, learned how to block (It’s a skill button you hold down…) and then just before being released into the wild found myself in a group activity during which I didn’t actually have to group directly with other players….
Hmmmm, this feels veeeeeery familiar.
When I wasn’t busy being distracted (in a good way) by the bright and happy UI and very comic-book evoking chat bubbles that popped up, I was gripped by a very real sense of jamais vu. I knew this game. The NPCs were running in terror, I could hear their screams. I lifted some rubble off of a failed super-villain after finding my way to his mangled body by following the sound of his voice. (no lie!) I had to watch that enemy I was fighting for him to power up an attack, at which point I held down my block button… I could block /and/ move. Later I acquired a skill that would catapult me across the intervening space (even while flying!) to land a blow with my sword and close to melee distance.
Oh yes, I’ve most definitely heard about this before.
It wasn’t all sun and daisies though. The tutorial area presents a lot of information in a short time and I still haven’t found my character screen (do I even have one?). One look at crafting made me want to paint the sidewalk with my colorful splatted self, and there were Boring Quests everywhere.
Champions Online feels like a clumsily-executed superhero version of Guild Wars 2. I’m not sure how long I’ll keep playing, but tonight I’m definitely going to make another character and pretend it’s a charr.
For now I’m having fun, and for the price (nothing unless I insist on more robo-parts, which might happen), it makes a fantastic stop-gap for someone who would really rather be playing Guild Wars 2 instead of Guild Wars: Awesome.
For breakfast today I had an omelette, wrapped around bacon, topped with cottage cheese, and sprinkled liberally with pepper. Some people would have preferred a stack of pancakes smothered in butter and maple syrup, or even a nice simple bowl of cereal.
Not me. Given the choice I’m more likely to choose something savory to something sweet. I don’t like baking, and the only confection I make are sugar plums, which don’t actually contain any added sugar (beyond that already present in the dried fruits). But hand me a wok and random vegetables and meat I can make a hundred different things. Stir frys, curries, stews, soups. No two meals I make are the same because I don’t bother with recipes. They all have something in common though:
So while munching my breakfast and enjoying the flavor, my mind started to wander upstairs. It drifted into my bedroom and fluttered over to my night-stand to coalesce on its newest addition: Edge of Destiny.
I traveled into the city yesterday and picked it up. So far I’ve read through the prologue, the first chapter (which is available online) and the second chapter. By that point I was really tired and I went to sleep.
It’s almost 3pm today and I haven’t touched it. Thinking back to when I got Ghosts of Ascalon, if this were a repeat I would be racing through the book, looking for clues about Guild Wars 2 and trying desperately to keep up with the rest of the community.
Back when Ghosts was released I was heavily integrated in the community. I stalked Guild Wars 2 Guru almost every day and I hung on every typed word to come from the fingers of an Arenanet employee.
I don’t know if it’s the slowed pace of released news, the fact that I no longer haunt community sights, or just the fact that I’m already a couple weeks late to the party. I’m taking my time with this one. I don’t feel the need to get through it as fast as possible, though while reading that seems to be the opposite.
The writing is pulling me in. I can tell a good story when I find myself skipping words and sometimes whole lines to find out what happens next. I can’t say more without spoiling it, suffice to say that I’m enjoying what has come so far.
I’ll definitely give my impressions when I’m finished, but for now I’ll leave you with this: I loved Rytlock on sight.