My first few days back on MoM has been really great, but I have forgotten how to play! It was interesting being a "Noob" Tri-100.. and it seems that a lot of things have changed.. more new things and new things to come.
For those I haven't seen when I was there, I hope to see again as I journey to the world of Mirth... but in between these worlds I inhabit, I will always think of my friends. You mean a lot to me, and I am sorry I have been away so long. I didn't realize how my leaving would affect everyone, but I shall stop by to say hi and perhaps kill a few mobs with you.
Send me a post anytime if you missed me on MoM.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
No Longer on MoM... but I miss my friends
I know I haven't been on in a while... and I left so suddenly.. but it doesn't mean that I don't think of you. I miss you, my friends, but I must let you know that I've gone over to the darkside: World of Warcraft. To be more specific, Burning WoW's Netherstorm server.
It's a little complicated why I stopped playing MoM.. Many of my friends started leaving, and I was starting to get harassed. I felt that I was neglecting my life, and that the stresses wasn't worth the sacrifice.
But, I do miss you! Comment this post and leave me your email.. or if you do go to Burning WoW (it's a free private server), then let me know what your character's name is and I'll add you to my friends list. Either way, I miss you HH, FEAR, Boliele, Vae, MPfiv, Belks... I'm sorry if I made you worry, or hurt you in any way by my absence. And yes, HH, I also had Wii addiction (:
Lots of Hugs,
LK
It's a little complicated why I stopped playing MoM.. Many of my friends started leaving, and I was starting to get harassed. I felt that I was neglecting my life, and that the stresses wasn't worth the sacrifice.
But, I do miss you! Comment this post and leave me your email.. or if you do go to Burning WoW (it's a free private server), then let me know what your character's name is and I'll add you to my friends list. Either way, I miss you HH, FEAR, Boliele, Vae, MPfiv, Belks... I'm sorry if I made you worry, or hurt you in any way by my absence. And yes, HH, I also had Wii addiction (:
Lots of Hugs,
LK
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Good Times! More Funny Snapshots
Ah, good times. Partying with friends and getting into a little trouble is all in a day's work for me.
The Arch of HH: Gotta love that Amulet of the Warlich. Also makes for a nice arch to shade myself from the hot Mirthian sun.
While chasing Chasms in the Desert of Mohrum, Duex and I get a frantic call for help from one of our guild members: Etim Doow (aka Hardhead aka Vegedip). Seems the little wood mite got stuck on a shelf behind the Barkeeper (who everyone knows HATES wood mites). All he could do to save himself from death was to feign death. A quick portal to Trinst, and we swoop in for the rescue. However, since the Barkeeper is 100th level, fighting him was out of the question.
There was only one thing left to do: port back to the Desert and away from danger.
Etim returns as Hardhead, and we set off to the City of Tanorous to fight desert skeletons. In our excitement, we fall off the steep slopes of the ocean cliffs, battling both undead and sliding sand.
Oops! We did it again... Lets try a flight spell this time?
Aw.. Vaeikdawr loves Hardhead, Duex, and I.
Gotcha! The LK Paparazzi catches Hardhead without his dragonform during a moment of magic reversal. But.. pink gloves? Hmm... I have an idea...
Once more, the LK Paparazzi has caught another candid photo of Hardhead without his dragon clothes (the glacial imps cast a spell reversal that undid the dragon magic). However, the photos reveal that we are still the fashion twins. Yes, the only thing that distinguishes us is our shields. Without this difference in accessory, you can't tell us apart!
Vengeance is mine! Akath Sur has killed many a hapless adventurer searching for apprentice elephant armor from the Aquatic Visage. This one's for Elviron and Myself. He has hindered (and killed) us too often!
Naked Halfling Run
Trinst was abuzz with excited chatter. I followed the streams of Mirthians to the South Gate and found it swarming with Naked Halflings.
I moved for a closer look, wondering what all the commotion was. The large group gathered before Daddy Haggis, who sported a NHR Staff Tshirt. They were getting ready to begin the Great Naked Halfling Run. Wiliband (Boliele) and Fredeger (Alderen) of Salvation were among those who started the race.
Without benefit of armor, spells, or weapons, the young halflings started the long and dangerous journey to Kauldur by foot. Many will start, but few will finish.
Many crash and die along the way. Fredeger among them, but I follow Wiliband closely, though I can do nothing to assist her. She is among the few in the lead, but predators stalk the helpless halflings nearby.
Crossing Jakareth and into the Eastern Wasteland is the most dangerous of all paths. It is in the Eastern Wasteland that Wiliband was attacked by a Carrion Beetle and perished.
However, Wiliband perseveres and eventually makes it to the finish line to win a special Tshirt. She is pictured here with Daddy Haggis, who did a great job "babysitting" the naked halflings LOL
The finishers line up for pictures, triumphant in their accomplishment. The winner (Bolorun) wins prizes of Scrolls of Learning, Books of Learning, and Fortified Potions.
Everyone gathers for pictures and partying to celebrate the occasion.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Guild Parties
Though I will be away for a few days, I will carry with me the happy memories of the past few days. Reaching 75 has been a memorable journey, and spending time with my guild members and friends has been a blast.
As I look out across the dark landscape of the Eastern Wasteland, I recall the journeys that led me there. Fighting Ghurezan with Yorii, FEAR, Elviron, Alien, Skaterboy, EvilNecro, and of course Duex.. then on to Ghashan in the humid Jakareth Jungle... and then the deep cold of the Frostbite Islands with Hardhead, Zsarius, Siegfried, Skaterboy and more... now we fight dragons and wear their Blightborn armor like a bright trophy.
I cherish every moment with my friends and guildmates, which is so much like a family to me. Of course, I must eventually return to the beautiful landscape of the Anidaen Forest to farm for treant bark for my armor craft, then return to Jakareth to collect cobalt from monstrous golems. It is my hope that my friends will journey with me there, and soon I shall post pictures of the good times we have shared so far.
Even as a lift a hand to shield my eyes from the terrible dust storms sweeping across the blighted landscape of the Easter Wasteland, I turn my thoughts to the future.
Keep partying, my friends, have fun... and I will see you soon.
As I look out across the dark landscape of the Eastern Wasteland, I recall the journeys that led me there. Fighting Ghurezan with Yorii, FEAR, Elviron, Alien, Skaterboy, EvilNecro, and of course Duex.. then on to Ghashan in the humid Jakareth Jungle... and then the deep cold of the Frostbite Islands with Hardhead, Zsarius, Siegfried, Skaterboy and more... now we fight dragons and wear their Blightborn armor like a bright trophy.
I cherish every moment with my friends and guildmates, which is so much like a family to me. Of course, I must eventually return to the beautiful landscape of the Anidaen Forest to farm for treant bark for my armor craft, then return to Jakareth to collect cobalt from monstrous golems. It is my hope that my friends will journey with me there, and soon I shall post pictures of the good times we have shared so far.
Even as a lift a hand to shield my eyes from the terrible dust storms sweeping across the blighted landscape of the Easter Wasteland, I turn my thoughts to the future.
Keep partying, my friends, have fun... and I will see you soon.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Good Times! Snapshots with Friends.
What is deep within the Frostbite Island Seas? The Sky, of course!!!
Tired from Casting, I'm using a Tiger as a chair. (Pre-Salvation days)
New Beginnings and a Brighter Horizon
Friends: Salvation Is Born (Check Out Skaterboy's Flaming Hands!)
Keeping the Aquatic Visage Company while waiting for Elviron to come. (We were looking for App. Elephant Set, I was keeping Elviron/Hardhead company and killing Shards in Frostbite)
New Hat and A Designer Shoe (I'm wearing the Invader from the Alien Collection, New for Fall!)
Desert Beetle or Desert Millipede?
Revealer Spell Gone Bad? No, Elviron Is Looking At China!!
STREAKERS!!
Treant's In Pairs! What Are They? Married??
Free Fall Into the Mirthian Void
New Fashion Alert: Get Your Volsh Dragon Shoes and Magic Bubbles are FREE!
A Kitty's (Alien) Home
The Beautiful BolieleFriday, July 20, 2007
Salvation Can Sometimes Be Difficult
I sit along the cold white Frostbite Island beach, warming my feet beside the small bonfire. My eyes capture little of the warmth in that fire and instead glow brightly with the shine of tears. I think of all the many changes that have happened in the past couple of weeks. I have seen a great guild (Freedom) dissolve, only to spawn a few other new guilds, one of which I have joined (The Horde), and have now left behind...
I poke the fire absently with a stick while I wait for an Aquatic Visage to respawn. The small pop and crackle of the flames is my only answer to the difficult thoughts racing through my mind, and of the events that have led to this moment.
The fall of Freedom began with an argument, which escalated into Belkar leaving the guild. Soon, the great guild which was my family was torn asunder and have spawned many new guilds, one of which I recently joined and departed: The Horde.
I had so much hope for The Horde, and was delighted to see my friends eventually fill the roster. Eventually even Vaeikdawr joined, and all seemed to be well. But whispers of arguments and enemy guilds disturbed me. A few of the same people whom I once roamed Mirth with was now supposed to be my enemy? I begged Belkar to change this policy, to change the guild's Message Of The Day, which was not positive and only served to fill me with dread. But he merely admonished me to ignore it. With continued difficulty, and a flicker of hope that things will get better, I tried.
Other events have only added to my unhappiness. Most recent was FEAR leaving The Horde. I had missed him and Boliele, and worried for both of them. Furthermore, speaking with a dear friend, I was filled with a deepening dread and a kind of despair. I thought about what was said; about the good and the bad, and I weighed my feelings. It was then I realized that I felt so unhappy, and I saw that my guild members were unhappy too. We lost that feeling of family, and that realization filled me with such profane loss, I felt weighed down by it. People say this is just a game, but unlike a mere game, real people with real feelings play it. They are not puppets, nor toys, and should be treated with dignity, kindness, and respect. My thoughts in turmoil, I tried speaking with Belkar. Unfortunately, he was away and left no message indicating such. I thought so many things, and soon all those thoughts came rushing to the surface like a surging geyser.
Impulsively, I blurted out my thoughts of possibly leaving The Horde. I did not intend nor prepare for the events that soon followed, for I only sought to let my fellow guild members know why I intended to leave. Next thing I knew, there was talk of a mass exodus out of the guild, and the forming of a new one. The idea snowballed into the formation of a new guild: Salvation.
And in a manner of minutes, I found myself in a difficult position. A vote was cast, and I soon found myself the elected guild leader of Salvation, but I have also lost one of my dearest friends in the process. I gazed upon my family of friends, both new and familiar, happy and carefree and together again... but the cost of happiness was high.
I lost my first MoM friend, my oldest friend on here. Despite what some may think, I did not leave The Horde because of a cloak, though it did fuel the flames for my anger at him. That incident, however, made me realize just how important I was (which was not very much) but I may have tolerated and forgotten if, if I didn't have a talk with a friend. The talk shall remain private, but the things that were discussed did disturb me. And it wasn't that I believed in rumor or gossip or hearsay, for what was pointed out to me, I have witnessed. No, I left because a guild should not choose your friends. I do not believe in discrimination, nor should members feel forced into doing anything.
I sigh and turn toward the sunset. I listen to the happy chatter in the guild, and a smile touches my lips. Through these storms, I wish I did have a big umbrella to shelter my new family under. I long to protect them, help them, give them hope, and find salvation... a haven. Where they are accepted, and can be themselves (minus weird pervs of course!).
My friends and guild mates tell me that if HE really was a friend, he will come around. But his anger was great, and I have hurt him so deeply, I fear that it shall never be resurrected or mended again.
I poke the fire absently with a stick while I wait for an Aquatic Visage to respawn. The small pop and crackle of the flames is my only answer to the difficult thoughts racing through my mind, and of the events that have led to this moment.
The fall of Freedom began with an argument, which escalated into Belkar leaving the guild. Soon, the great guild which was my family was torn asunder and have spawned many new guilds, one of which I recently joined and departed: The Horde.
I had so much hope for The Horde, and was delighted to see my friends eventually fill the roster. Eventually even Vaeikdawr joined, and all seemed to be well. But whispers of arguments and enemy guilds disturbed me. A few of the same people whom I once roamed Mirth with was now supposed to be my enemy? I begged Belkar to change this policy, to change the guild's Message Of The Day, which was not positive and only served to fill me with dread. But he merely admonished me to ignore it. With continued difficulty, and a flicker of hope that things will get better, I tried.
Other events have only added to my unhappiness. Most recent was FEAR leaving The Horde. I had missed him and Boliele, and worried for both of them. Furthermore, speaking with a dear friend, I was filled with a deepening dread and a kind of despair. I thought about what was said; about the good and the bad, and I weighed my feelings. It was then I realized that I felt so unhappy, and I saw that my guild members were unhappy too. We lost that feeling of family, and that realization filled me with such profane loss, I felt weighed down by it. People say this is just a game, but unlike a mere game, real people with real feelings play it. They are not puppets, nor toys, and should be treated with dignity, kindness, and respect. My thoughts in turmoil, I tried speaking with Belkar. Unfortunately, he was away and left no message indicating such. I thought so many things, and soon all those thoughts came rushing to the surface like a surging geyser.
Impulsively, I blurted out my thoughts of possibly leaving The Horde. I did not intend nor prepare for the events that soon followed, for I only sought to let my fellow guild members know why I intended to leave. Next thing I knew, there was talk of a mass exodus out of the guild, and the forming of a new one. The idea snowballed into the formation of a new guild: Salvation.
And in a manner of minutes, I found myself in a difficult position. A vote was cast, and I soon found myself the elected guild leader of Salvation, but I have also lost one of my dearest friends in the process. I gazed upon my family of friends, both new and familiar, happy and carefree and together again... but the cost of happiness was high.
I lost my first MoM friend, my oldest friend on here. Despite what some may think, I did not leave The Horde because of a cloak, though it did fuel the flames for my anger at him. That incident, however, made me realize just how important I was (which was not very much) but I may have tolerated and forgotten if, if I didn't have a talk with a friend. The talk shall remain private, but the things that were discussed did disturb me. And it wasn't that I believed in rumor or gossip or hearsay, for what was pointed out to me, I have witnessed. No, I left because a guild should not choose your friends. I do not believe in discrimination, nor should members feel forced into doing anything.
I sigh and turn toward the sunset. I listen to the happy chatter in the guild, and a smile touches my lips. Through these storms, I wish I did have a big umbrella to shelter my new family under. I long to protect them, help them, give them hope, and find salvation... a haven. Where they are accepted, and can be themselves (minus weird pervs of course!).
My friends and guild mates tell me that if HE really was a friend, he will come around. But his anger was great, and I have hurt him so deeply, I fear that it shall never be resurrected or mended again.
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