Saturday Songs for “the Quiet Beatle”

George Harrison: 25 February 1943 – 29 November 2001

I wanted to play some Saturday songs in honour of George Harrison, known as “the Quiet Beatle” of “Fab Four” fame. Today marks what would have been his 74th birthday, were it not for his untimely death in 2001 at the age of 58 due to complications from throat and lung cancer. He also survived an attempt on his life in 1999, when a madman broke into his house and proceeded to stab him multiple times. From Wikipedia:

On 30 December 1999, Harrison and his wife were attacked at their home, Friar Park. Michael Abram, a 36-year-old fan, broke in and attacked Harrison with a kitchen knife, puncturing a lung and causing head injuries before Olivia Harrison incapacitated the assailant by striking him repeatedly with a fireplace poker and a lamp.[166][168] Following the attack, Harrison was hospitalised with more than 40 stab wounds. He released a statement soon afterwards regarding his assailant: “[he] wasn’t a burglar, and he certainly wasn’t auditioning for the Traveling Wilburys.”

While I quite like the music that John, Paul, and Ringo put out after the Beatles went their separate ways, I always felt that George was the heart and soul of that group. His spirituality and gentle nature were qualities that I appreciated in him, and felt an affinity with. Here’s my little musical tribute to this legendary genius…enjoy.

Fun Friday Facts: 24 February 2017!

Happy Friday, everybody! It’s the final Friday of February of 2017; yes, an ‘offical’ one would be if the last day of the month fell on a Friday, but I’m not as anal about such things as others are, LOL! Anyway, I figured that my “five fun facts” would relate to unique household items that a lot of people wouldn’t normally see in the homes of friends or acquaintances. I was inspired to do this by the recent addition of player housing to The Elder Scrolls Online, and I’m celebrating the purchase of my first “staple” home in-game. Good excuse to talk about home décor, no? I listed these items in the order they were acquired, just for the heck of it!

1. I have a lava lamp, which I purchased in Seattle in 1998. It has travelled with me from Washington state, to Oregon, and back again. I like lava lamps…they’re pretty nifty!

2. I have a globe, a gift from a family member and received in 1999. It’s very nice, mounted on a hardwood stand with a wheeled base. It once belonged to the California State University in Sacramento, according to one of three labels stamped on it. It has a date of 1915 etched into it as well.

3. An antique typewriter graces one desk in my writing room. It is a manual, Royal typewriter of 1930s vintage, and I use it to type out rough drafts of my book chapters. It was a surprise gift from my husband a couple of years ago – he just brought it in one day after running errands. He knew that I’d been looking for one…it made my day when he carried it in the house!

4. A seven-foot tall grandfather clock catches your eye when you first walk into our living room. It is a Trend model, which used to be made by the Sligh clock company, but has long since been discontinued. It is quite stately, with a glass-paneled wood casing and brass hardware. I’d venture to guess that it has more moving parts than the exercise machine does! The clock is our engagement present to each other, since we both saw it at the same time and made the joint decision to buy it. We call it our “engagement ring,” as it rings out every 15 minutes and chimes the hours. It’s definitely a source of pride!

5. Last but not least, the Marcy home gym. I’ve been wanting a universal exercise machine for years, as circuit-training has always been an important part of my workout regimen. I finally have one of my own – no more dealing with questionable fitness centers or sketchy, so-called “personal trainers!”

Thursday Thoughts: Things That Make Me Go “Hmmmmm…”

Ah, but it’s great to have a functioning computer again! It works so well now – yes, I know a thing or two about computers and how they should run, so if something is malfunctioning oddly, and for no apparent reason, then it needs to be looked at by the responsible and / or appropriate party. Sometimes, a customer DOES know what she or he is talking about!

Anyway, I’ve had an enjoyable time over the past two days, grinding in the battlefields, running around collecting bounties until the various campaigns that I was in rolled over for the expected restart, and socked away my hard-earned gold. Even broadcast some of the action, here and there; I hope that you were able to watch a bit of it! Guild-store sales have been good this week, as well. Having a trader helps with that, and selling high-ticket, rare items makes for a nice influx of income on the side!

While I was sorting, selling, questing, and killing, I had a few thoughts crop up in the back of my brain. They amused me, so I figured that I’d share them! Here we go:

• What is the deal with the “Kar-Trash-ian Syndrome,” and why won’t it go away? Why won’t people let it die the quick death that it so richly deserves?

• Who the hell is Chrisley, and why does he know best? What makes him an authority?

• Why do people create fake blogs and / or social media profiles? Do they feel that trolling, catfishing, or harassing others is clever? Is being an unhinged cretin some massive feat of heroism?

• Why is pointing out obvious things such as these considered “whinging” or “griping?” What is so offensive about pointing out absurdities?

• Last, but not least: Why do excellent beauty products get discontinued? I’m speaking specifically about the phenomenal eye moisturizer that used to be made by Bare Escentuals, called “Eye Rev-er Upper.” I was waiting for my quarterly supply to be delivered and was notified that the product was no longer available. They didn’t even offer up a similar product! I’ve been using that stuff since I found out about it 10 years ago, and now it’s gone…it is so hard for me to find decent beauty products, and now I have to hunt for a nice, water-based, gel-type eye moisturizer again. Aaaarrrggghhh! Such a pain.

With that, I’ll leave you with a song that should give you some proper insight into the tone of this post…anyone who thinks that my complaints are serious, really doesn’t know me that well and is simply making unfair assumptions and biased judgements. Thank goodness that it’s their problem, not mine! Talk with you all later…

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Saturday Screen-Shots; Streaming Schedule!

My performance tests are complete – all systems are go! There are some minor glitches still holding up YouTube uploads, but everything else is running like clockwork and functioning as it should. I can now post a schedule for my gaming broadcasts, if any of you are interested in watching some real-time, live gameplay! I’ve even provided a survey if anyone has any suggestions or comments. The survey will be up for a week; the comments for this post will automatically close after two weeks.

For now, here are a few of my favourite past screen-shots from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, and The Elder Scrolls Online. More gaming action will be streamed within an hour of this post’s publishing…please tune in and check it out!

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Blood-covered statue

Goddess of dusk & dawn

Two moons

Beautiful aurorae

Dragon-rider

Surrounding a scroll

Outside the fortress walls

Relaxing in the bath-house

Underground refuge

Majestic statue

Friday Fun: Five More Facts!

This post is inspired by a question posed by Brian over at Bonnywood Manor – he asked, “What in life have you NOT done?” It might have been posed rhetorically, but it got me to thinking: there are many things that I have done in life, and many more that I haven’t done yet – but, would certainly like to. There are also quite a few things that I have never done, nor would I ever do. So, here are five random things that I have never done!

1. I’ve never committed a felony. I like my freedom too much to even commit a misdemeanor or any petty crime; I also think that honesty and a sense of honour play a big role.

2. I’ve never traveled off of the North American continent – I have yet to even visit Mexico or the other countries in Central America!

3. I’ve never seen an episode of “Game of Thrones.”

4. I’ve never had a driver’s license – but, I can drive a vehicle whether it has manual or automatic transmission.

5. I’ve never done these drugs: meth, crack, cocaine, heroin, or PCP. No desire to, either, in case you were wondering!

I’m pleased to report that I’ve figured out the gaming software, so will be having a regular schedule of live broadcasts soon! The recording and uploading to YouTube is the only issue right now, but I’m not too bothered by that at the moment. Hopefully the issue will be fixed with a future update to it, but I’m very happy that everything else is working as it should. The game-streaming should be much smoother than it used to be, and the sound issues have cleared up, so settle in some time and watch some gaming action! I’ve also conscripted a close friend to start featuring some of my blog posts on Twitter…I’m pleased and grateful to them for the kind offer.

With that, how about some music? Talk to you all later…

Testing Time: Computer Performance!

Well, I’ve had my computer hooked up for about a week, and it seems to be running quite smoothly – so, it’s time to put it through some strenuous paces! I need to figure out how to utilize the recording / broadcasting program that came with the new GPU, and it is quite a bit different from the one that I used with the AMD video card. Yay – I get to learn something new! Once I get that nailed down, I’ll finally start learning how to create music videos on YouTube and create a few of my own. That might lead to doing the odd vlog post here and there; it’s about time that I jumped in that pool, LOL

While I get familiar with the GeForce(R) Experience(TM), settle in and enjoy these vintage clips of my Elder Scrolls Online in-game footage! Quite a bit has changed since I uploaded these videos many moons ago, so I apologize for the poor quality. It will be nice to compare these clips with the new ones which will be posted…eventually!

This first clip shows the defense of a keep, which I “claimed” for my guild, then a subsequent bridge battle – and, ending with a lovely loading-screen of eternity!

This second one shows the completion of one of many in-game storylines. I titled it “Kingslayer,” for lack of any better description!

Finally, my favourite clip – collecting a battlefield bounty!

Excerpt: Seclusion

She jolts awake. The nightmare, again. It haunts her, as it has every night for…how long has it been? Time has gotten away from her.

She rolls over on her back, staring at the root-canopy that forms this sizeable, yet well-concealed, den. It had been inhabited by a troll until recently; she had seen to its unceremonious eviction. Its pelt makes up the rough bed in which she was sleeping, while its decaying head rests on a boulder about five feet from the front entryway to the den. The presence and stench of it keeps away all intruders, including the nearby band of giants. They are only eight in number, so tending to their small herd of mammoths is of more importance than a dead troll. It is one less troll that will attempt to prey on the calves, and the smoke from their massive communal fire eliminates the stink of decaying flesh on days when the wind changes.

The nightmare is fading, but she can recall every detail. The dream is a memory of a real event, the details of which hammer at her brain like the siege machines hammer the walls of a fortress. She fully understands, now, why her father would sometimes wander the manor halls at night, long after the family had taken to bed. Two major events of his life still haunt him, many years later, although far less than they used to. She idly wonders how long the scene she witnessed would remain in her memory. She gags helplessly as those memories rush back, and claws her way out of the troll-skin bedroll towards the back of the den and the entryway to a short, rear tunnel. This tunnel is too small for the troll to have used; it had probably been created by the original resident of the den, as it leads to a small cave which opens on a ledge in a hillside. She staggers to a corner of the cave and doubles over, retching, but nothing comes up. Her stomach is empty. She hasn’t had any substantial meal for some time. The food-basket, tumbling from numb fingers…sweet cakes crumbling in the dirt…a carafe of wine shattering on stone…

She can’t stand her own cooking now, as the smell of food makes her nauseous beyond reason. Raw flesh is all that she can eat and hold down. What she craves and wants to consume sickens her. Stabling Sylph had become a necessity; even her own faithful steed was in danger from her appetites. She had to get away from the town and the people in it, for their protection as well as hers. Skulking through the woods…a campfire glinting between the trees…a young couple with their child, taking shelter for the night as they travel…their friendly invitation to join them for a meal…her maddening hunger at the scent of their vitality…the wife screaming as her husband was pinned to the ground, slavering teeth inches from his throat…rushing headlong through the forest, blinded by tears and tree-branches, frightened at the near-massacre…

“What’s happened to me?” she whispers to herself, doubled up in agony on the cave floor. The nausea passes. She gets to her feet, stumbles a bit, then steadies herself, swaying slightly. She needs to feed. The urge isn’t as strong this night as it has been, but it is always there, along with the distant siren song. It is very faint out here, making it easy to resist. She knows that her very being depends on resisting that call. If she succumbs to it…she shakes her head, negating the thought. That can’t happen. I won’t let it. I refuse! I shall resist…

She reels to the cave entrance and looks out, blinking in the bright moonlight. The giants are slumbering a fair distance away, with one standing watch, guarding the clan and the mammoth herd. She picks her way down from the ledge, making her way to the tree-line. The scent of a nearby herd of antelope makes her stomach knot with sudden hunger. She is torn by the desire to feed; the desire to answer that distant, deadly call, and the need to get a message to her family. Confusion roils in her mind…why is it so hard to think? The wild scent of the herd fills her nostrils. She surrenders to her hunger and crouches in the shadows, creeping as close as she dares.

A large buck, standing sentinel, whips his head around, startled by the distant howl of a wolf. The night had been almost eerily quiet, but now an answering howl, and then a third, floats on the air. The nervous herd mills about, then moves off towards the giant-camp. They have learned that relative shelter can be found amidst the mammoths; only the boldest and hungriest predators dare to attack the shaggy beasts.

She freezes amongst the shadows, not daring to follow the antelope herd. The giants will have heard the wolves as well, and might be more than ready to defend their camp. Her stomach knots with another sharp pang of hunger; her fevered brain reaches for a solution, and then it hits her: follow the pack. She had been successful with a past hunt when she had tracked a foraging band of goblins, following the wild boars for a full day after the goblins had captured three and returned to their rough camp. Following wolves would be fairly easy. Turning in the direction of their howling, she slips off into the night. She must feed…

Full Moon Friday: 5 Fun Facts!

It’s a Full Moon Friday, and I figured I’d do something fun: list five facts about myself, which some of you may or may not know about me. I’ve seen other bloggers do this as a regular feature; me, I’m a bit more private than most, so don’t feel the need to gush copiously like a New York City fire hydrant in July. Still, the ‘personal’ touch is a good thing – gives me something to write about while I research some topics for future posts. So, here we go!

1. I learned how to read at the age of two. By the time I was eight, I was reading – and comprehending – college-level literature, and my IQ tested at 126. It’s a bit higher, these days!
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2. I have a nice variety of house-plants and they are very happy, I must say! I like plants that aren’t high-maintenance…in other words, ones that are like me!
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3. I’m 5’11”.

4. I weigh 150#.

5. Five jobs that I’ve held in the past: Radio DJ, cocktail waitress, model, office administrative assistant…and dominatrix.
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Now that you’re thoroughly bored to tears, here are five songs by Faith No More…have an awesome Friday and weekend, all!

Excerpt: Decision Time

* AUTHOR’S NOTE: Another out-of-sequence excerpt from my fictional short-story…the editing is much more fun than the NaNoWriMo daily word-count grind was!

Sepultur’a walks across the cobbled bridge towards the tavern. It is still early enough that the marketplace is bustling with shoppers, so the tavern is virtually empty when she walks in. She was expected, though; Evesori is sitting at a table near the fireplace, along with the guild-leader and a young man who is deep in conversation with the guild-leader. Evesori is wearing tight breeches, thigh-high leather riding boots, and a corseted top with short, ruffled sleeves and a halter-styled, linen bodice with a lacy décolletage. As usual, her breasts seem to be in danger of over-spilling the low-cut top – Sepultur’a wonders if Evesori uses some sort of small magic spell to keep her clothes on. The guild-leader is wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath. The shirt has a ruffled collar, fastened with a small ruby brooch. His face is uncovered and he sips a deep red wine from a golden goblet. His hair is brown and cut in a style that Sepultur’a associates with soldiers and the military. His face is thin and clean-shaven, with a mildly vulpine appearance, but he is not unattractive. His eyes are still intensely piercing, although a bit less so since his full countenance is finally visible. Sepultur’a figures that the cowl he was wearing when she first saw him simply made his gaze far more distinct than normal. She takes a relaxing breath, smiles, and approaches their table. A fourth chair stands empty, as if waiting for her. She walks a bit closer, then stands quietly and waits. The guild-leader is just finishing his conversation with the young man, who is wearing the rough sack-cloth garb of the village-folk. Sepultur’a notes the young man’s form as he stands, shaking hands with the guild-leader. This other recruit has the tall, muscular build of a wood-hewer, quite similar to Endymion’s.

“Well then, Theo – it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance! Welcome to our little family,” the guild-leader is saying as he shakes the young man’s hand. “Please be sure to visit the bank as soon as you can, and let the moneylender know that you have joined our ranks. They will provide you with a small sum of money from our coffers, as well as the tabard that you will be expected to wear at our formal gatherings. You will be notified beforehand which meetings are formal and which are not.” Theo grins and salutes smartly. “Aye, sir – hail and well met! ‘tis a right pleasure to have made your acquaintance. Me da’ will be happy to hear of this development. This oafish son of his will make him proud, yet!” The guild-leader sees Sepultur’a standing there and waves her closer. “Ah – here is another one. I hope that she brings good news, as well?” He gestures to the empty chair, bidding her to sit as he turns to Evesori. “Evie, my dear…would you kindly escort young Theo to the bank and assist him?” He drops a wink. “We wouldn’t want him to be wearing the wrong colours now, would we?” Evesori jumps up and links her arm with Theo’s, pressing close to him. Theo’s eyes widen at the generous view this provides, and grins a bit foolishly as she steers him to the door. “As you wish, milord,” she purrs as she leaves, dropping a similar wink at Sepultur’a as she passes.

Sepultur’a smiles, a bit hesitantly, then sits down in the chair indicated by the guild-leader. He sips his drink, then looks at her expectantly. “Well, seeing you return is most welcome. Please, don’t keep me in suspense – have you come to join our family?” He smiles in a friendly manner, eyes crinkling pleasantly at the corners. Sepultur’a smiles in return, choosing her words carefully. “Well, I had a couple of questions to ask of you, before I render my decision…if that is acceptable with you, that is?” She hesitates, then finishes: “I don’t mean any disrespect, nor am I trying to pry into affairs which are none of my business, but I need a few, minor things clarified.” She presses her hands together, almost in supplication, as she says this – it is something that she has done since she was a small child, and is an unconscious action on her part. He beams broadly, noting her gesture and chuckling to himself as he answers her aloud. “I would question your intellect if you didn’t have questions,” he replies easily. “People who ask questions tend to be smarter than most, and those who would join a group without question are those that don’t stay around long.” He takes another sip of his drink, savoring it. “Ask your questions, please,” he says, fixing his penetrating gaze on her. “I will answer them to the best of my ability.”

Sepultur’a takes a breath, clearing her thoughts, then presses forth. “Well, first of all – I have to ask, is your guild based here, in this town or this land? I have familial obligations back in my homeland, and wouldn’t be able to relocate here permanently.” She smiles almost apologetically. “Any guild that I join would have to allow me that freedom – I hope that is understandable.” He sips at his drink as she speaks, eyes half-closed as he listens. “That is an excellent question, and one that I don’t think anyone has posed to me before.” He opens his eyes, peering at her as if seeing her clearly for the first time. A gentler smile curves his thin lips. “Family ties and obligations are things that most people seem to run from – at least, in my experience.” He sets his drink down and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You have nothing to fear, milady,” he states firmly. “If you already have a permanent home, then you will always be free to return to it whenever you need to. Just know that loyalty to your guild-family is expected – if any of your guild-brothers or -sisters are in need of your help, and your blood-family needs it not, then be prepared to defend the guild as you would your own kin.” He takes up his drink once more. “Of course, if your kin need you before we do, then there would be no question that you should return home and see to their health and well-being.” He smiles at her again, then sips from the cup. “Priorities must always be met,” he finishes.

Sepultur’a is pleased by this, and can barely contain her joy. Her head whirls; could it really be so easy? The other questions she had thought to be important seem to fade from her thoughts. She beams happily as she says, “Well, then; I confess that is the sole question of concern which needed to be asked. I must confess; If you had responded negatively, then I would have gracefully and respectfully declined your honourable invitation. As it stands, I see no reason why I shouldn’t accept, so…” she proffers her hand to shake his and solidify her acceptance. He looks at her hand, then sets his drink down and stands, staring at her with an inscrutable expression. He moves quickly to her side, kneeling and taking her hand in both of his, kissing it softly and lightly stroking her fingers with one of his. “You are no coarse lad, milady…a mere handshake isn’t sufficient for one of your grace, beauty, and gentle nature.” He gazes into her eyes with that same mysterious expression. “You are a lady of refinement who seeks to find herself. Our guild, our family, will help you.” He stands, gently guiding her to her feet as well, and bows low before her. “Welcome to our little family, milady. It is an honour to have you join us.” He releases her hand and bids her sit again, but it is she who bows low to him. “I thank you, many times over. This means a great deal to me,” she says. “However, I do have an obligation to fulfil on the morrow, and hope that it doesn’t interfere with any…family business. Guild-family, of course – not my blood-kin.” He smiles and reseats himself, gesturing for her to continue. She sits as well. “I have to enter a lair of spiders. It is far underground, just on the edge of the swamps of the lizard-folk to the far south.” She waits for a response. When he doesn’t speak, she presses on. “I had joined a guild of adventurers just yesterday; they extended their invitation before I met your…family, and didn’t expect that you would recruit me as well. There isn’t an issue with me belonging to another guild alongside of yours, is there?” Realizing that this is one of the other questions she had meant to ask, she looks at him, a worried expression crossing her face in spite of herself. He smiles reassuringly. “Not at all, milady, not at all…in fact, I might know of this spider-den that you mention. I just might have braved it myself, in the not-too-distant past, and…” he pulls a bit of folded parchment from a hidden pocket of his suit-jacket and sets it on the table. “…and, I just might have drawn a map of it so that I wouldn’t get lost in there, on the off-chance that I would have need to return to it.” His smile widens, exposing shockingly white teeth. “There are many fabled treasures there, ripe for the taking – and there is more than enough for any and all adventurers who brave its depths. If you need our help there, you have only to ask.” He takes up his cup again, draining the last bit of drink from it.

Sepultur’a sits quietly for a moment, not daring to speak. She can’t believe her good fortune – acceptance in not one, but two guilds! She now has the chance to prove herself to her family and make a name for herself. A chance to mold herself into the type of woman that would make Endymion proud. She smiles, her eyes shining softly in the light from the fireplace. “Thank you,” she says fervently. “I will do all that I can to do the family proud.” He looks at her, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “I have a question or two that I would ask of you,” he states, waving at the bartender and indicating that he would like two drinks to be served. Sepultur’a raises her eyebrows, surprised that he would be interested in anything about her. He leans forward in a conspiratorial manner. “I don’t know your name – and you haven’t asked mine. How did we manage to forget that little formality, I wonder?” His eyes bore into hers again. “I…I’m sorry – I didn’t even think to ask; I didn’t think that it was my place to do so,” she stammers, embarrassed at her lapse of courtesy. “Please forgive my forgetfulness!” She stands and bows low again, speaking as she does so. “I am called Sepultur’a by my family and friends,” she states. “How should I address you?” she inquires, not certain if calling him “milord” would be sufficient or even acceptable. Only Evesori appears to refer to him in that manner, from what Sepultur’a has observed thus far. He smiles at her, easing her worry. “Please – call me Draven. Lord Draven or Master Draven is acceptable during formal gatherings…but still a bit fussy for my tastes.” He shrugs, almost apologetically. “We aren’t stuck on many formalities, but some ceremonies and gatherings require it.” Sepultur’a sighs quietly and relaxes, glad that she didn’t offend him. The serving-girl comes over to the table, carrying a tray that bears two wine-glasses and an iridescent pitcher. She sets the glasses on the table, then pours a bit of mead into each glass, filling them halfway. She sets the pitcher on the table, then curtsies and leaves after accepting a bit of coin from Draven. Draven takes one of the glasses and offers it to Sepultur’a, who accepts it with a smile. He takes up the other and raises it to her, lightly touching the edge of his glass with her own. “A small toast to you, Sepultur’a – I say again, welcome!” He takes a small sip, and she does the same. The drink is a sweet mead that she doesn’t think that she’s tasted before, so she sips again, letting the flavor run across her tongue. He watches her intently as she does this, a mysterious smile playing across his lips.

Another question pops into her head, and she is asking it before she has time to think about it. “Speaking of ceremonies – is there some formal ceremony that takes place for those of us who are new recruits? I’ve always wondered what a guild initiation is like.” He smiles at her eagerness. “Indeed, there is,” he says, draining his glass and then refilling it, and pouring a bit more into Sepultur’a’s glass as well. Taking up the glass again, he swirls the mead slightly, then sips again. “But, that won’t take place for another two weeks. You will get a formal invitation within the next few days, and Evesori or another member of the family will assist you with procuring a tabard – but it is late, so that can wait. In fact,” he continues, “You can get a tabard after you receive your formal invitation. Since you have an underground adventure ahead of you, we might as well wait and see if you are successful with it first!” He toasts her again, fixing her with another direct stare. “I’m certain that you will have no troubles, though…” he trails off, his eyes scanning her face. “You seem to be a lady who can handle herself quite capably.” He looks down into his glass. “I haven’t encountered a personality as quietly formidable as yours for quite some time,” he muses, more to himself than aloud.

A few hours later, Draven gallantly escorts a very tipsy Sepultur’a back to Ingvar’s inn. Evesori watches him with narrowed eyes as he leaves the tavern with the new recruit. Her annoyance is palpable, even though she says nothing aloud to the others at her table. She merely scowls momentarily, drains her mug of ale and calls for another, then leans up against Theo and strokes his burly chest, nestling her head against his shoulder. Theo is halfway to drunk himself, but not blindly so. He stares down Evesori’s gaping blouse, enjoying the generous view she is providing him. That view is apparent to anyone and everyone who walks past their table, but Theo doesn’t give two shits about it. He is happy to have her hanging on him while the guild-master tends to the other new recruit…

Midweek Montage…In-Game Scenery!

I’m getting ready to finally hook up my computer and run it through its paces…I think that I’ve procrastinated long enough! In the meantime, please enjoy this mid-week montage of in-game scenery. Later, ‘gators!

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Sword-play is hard on the manicure…

Standing in the Thieves’ Refuge

Seems to fit properly…

Appraising her appearance

A sip of wine…

Playing with fire

A proper impaling

Glorious crimson decorations…

…lining both sides of the cave

A new memento

The Litany of Blood, fulfilled!

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