I gazed at the sky for some time today... Watyr's magic would be at it's peak today. Without her, sometimes I feel like I'm spiraling down into darkness.

"The Crystal Caverns" ~ Photograph by Amithyst

I found my self some hours after strolling though town. I had to know what had happened. Barrow's Tavern and Inn would probably be the best place to search for answers. Walking through the doors Barrow's niece Gretchen recognized me. Gretchen and I when we were younger worshiped with our families at the temple of Pelor located in town. She was the first woman I ever kissed. It was good to see her again.

She went behind the bar and retrieved a mug or stout dwarvin ale. Ushering me to a seat her face went almost immediately to a stricken sadness. The ale was given for comfort for she began to tell the story I would soon not forget. Nearly three years ago a clan of Gnome bandits raided the town. Barrow and my father among many others perished in the onslaught that ensued.

It was hard to hold back any remorse I felt. Barrow was a good honest man, the same with my father. Since the last I saw of him, he was fairly ill. The chronic fatigue and sadness due to my my mothers death tore at him so. I knew he was in a better place. I just wished I could have seen him once again, perhaps thanked him for being the great father he was.

I thanked Gretchen for the ale and she turned down my attempt to pay. I embraced and kissed her check starting for the door. She asked me where I would be staying the night. I honestly had not thought of it. So many nights in the service with bedrolls in the open night was something I had become accustomed to. Gretchen informed me she would have none of that and insisted that she put me up for board for as long as I needed.I was not about to argue with the woman.

She poured herself and I a round of drinks. We played catchup into the wee hours of morning. She discussed how she had taken over Borrow's business but she mostly wanted to her the stories I had to tell. I told her of the different lands I came upon and the different races I had spoken to. She smiled her halfling smile, wished me a goodnight and wondered off to her quarters.

Tomorrow will bring a new day and with it whatever life bring before me.

Later he asked me as his communication coach how he can do even better next time in asking these kind of questions?

I asked him what other ways he can ask her.... together we went over his answers and did some role-playing. He finally asked me what would I suggest that he should ask her that might make his communication more effective.

In the role-playing process, I suggested to him that next time try asking her, "In your opinion, what are some of the positive points about our communication?" Pause .... listen to her answers and then ask, "How about the negative points?" (these questions are more likely to be answered with specific points)

After our coaching session he felt good about asking his girlfriend questions that can help create success in the relationship communication.

Emmerich is the most curious mage I've met in my entire life. An inventor, he makes fantastic inventions using the coveted Goblin Engineering teachings. His paranoia and fear make him hard to get along with, but I sence that in the future, he will become someone great.

(( I love this screenshot! XD ))

Remember Jillian? I do. Well, I can't blame you if you forgot. It wasn't you who was kneading the heel of his palm through waves of her slick, milky skin. It wasn't you who felt her practised muscles demand everything his cock had to give. And most importantly, it wasn't you who kissed this sweet, sweet girl on the cheek, promising a second date.

*

Cut to second date. Deja vu all over again. We meet at the same place, with some of the same excitement. We go to her home, still the dinky li'l studio with clothes strewn on the floor (no, it wasn't the aftermath of an orgy; it's just Jill). As Jill bends over to put a bottle of pop (that's Canadian for 'soda', fyi) in the fridge, I walk up behind her and push her skirt in with my bulge. She squirms, then stands up, wriggling her generous ass all the while and bringing me to a full hard-on. This was going to be good.

Now, my OKCupid profile says I'm a planner. You know, the Check-list Charlie type. I agree, I am. I confess, hell, I proudly profess I have goals and ambitions and things (and people!) in a neat to-do list, and I like to do them in time and in satisfactory standing.

So, freeze frame : Jill's turned about to face me and we're locked in a wet, deep kiss, claiming territory in each other's cheeks, tongue-wrestling as my hands make it to each other's waistbands. I'm pushing my bulge against her, and she has her girls pressing my chest. Question: What's on my mind?

If you guessed 'check-list', you got it. Sorry I can't offer you a cigar, unless you want to smoke mine at some point (plug, plug). I had a check-list, yes sirree, and this is what it looked like:

1. Give Jill 10 orgasms (because last time we only made 9, and 10 is a shinier).
2. Above and beyond the requirement above, fuck her ass (because every other hole was ticked).
3. Cross-dress (and by this, I mean swap).

So, there I was, separated from my clothes which were making out with hers on the floor, and I tell her, moaning and gasping, "Baby, I got a kink. Wanna let me do it?" I don't know what she expected, but she obliged, and I started to begin at the bottom of the list.

"I wanna cross-dress."

(amused) "Like what?"

"Let's swap clothes, underwear and all."

"I'll probably tear through your boxers." (yea, now you know)

"I'll call it a souvenir. Come on ... ."

I don't know if she was hot for it or just wanted to indulge me, but we got to action. I pulled up her panties, then let her do the bra up for me. She wore my boxers, and I felt my sidekick strain in his feminine bonds as the fabric stretched smooth across her glorious derriere. Mmm, I thought. This was going places.

"But Jill, t-shirts aren't very feminine."

"Well, I dunno ... you want a skirt to go with that?"

(pause, during which I admire how well her jugs are filling out my own tee)

"Got something more feminine, like a dress or something?"

"Hmm ... lemme check."

Jill finished her costume, jeans and jacket and all, then fished into her wardrobe. What she produced was a sexy short black dress that had 'fuck me ... now!' written all over it. I shivered as she put it on me, letting the smooth fabric slide over my body and hugging me into the world of women. Excitement must be contagious.

Jill held my head in both hands and, in a gesture I still find surprising for such a meek girl, kissed me like the boss. Well, she was. In that moment, I was a young woman in a man's embrace, and I was letting him have his way with me. She was more aggressive, a sassier Jill who went out to score pussy dripping out from a dress like mine. I kissed her back and massaged her boobs, making her moan and my cock throb. I dropped the panties, and we stood back to admire the effect. She, the one literally wearing the pants, with a tee-shirt propped up on decidedly female breasts. I, in a slick cocktail piece, with a cock hanging out. As we scanned every inch of the other body, the incongruities hit us, genders clashed silently in the air, and we fell upon each other.

Soon, the clothes were gone, the bodies remained, and after our warm-up, we were ready for the game.

The shaft can be seen dimly lit, descending into the earth. We have been chosen by the council to investigate.

We can become good partners by simply minimizing the use of "I" and "Me" and maximizing "We" and "Us" in our communication. In strained relationships, we can ask questions like these to improve our relationships:

What can we do to move forward?

How can we resolve these issues?

What are some of the baby steps we can take now?

What is the common bond between us?

What is good for both of us?

We play many roles in our life - personal and business relationships. We get in to romantic and business partnerships. In our life and business coaching sessions for partners, we practice role-plays and help clients create more successful long-term partnerships that are win-win.

Be more passionate about "we" than about "I" and create great partnership.

Two reasons for it really. Not that either justify staying in such a mind numbing tract of contradictory land.  How can such a small area have so much distance between points?  The first reason was to level up herbalism, which turns out that weeds sell better than funny looking dust (ie enchanting), and Silverpine is great for that.  Every single herb from skill 1 to 100 grows there.  The other reason was to try and get the Robe of Arugal from Shadowfang Keep (Still no luck, got the belt though).

But wandering around that geographical embodiment of cynicism looking for small bits of root to sell off, you have a lot, A LOT, of time to think.  So how exactly would you, from a role playing experience, justify doing a dungeon more than once?  How many times can you write off the dark evil as not extinguished but merely wounded.  Is it possible to explain why no matter how many times you kill a level 21 elite, he keeps coming back? I mean, at the endgame level, you can usually justify anything by simply saying, "Dude. It's ILLIDAN! Of course he came back. Do you really think we could take down ILLIDAN?"  I'm not saying that it's that believable, and you would be beaten to death by your fellow RP-ers by saying 'dude,' but it's a little bit better than saying that a grumpy evil wizard just doesn't want to die.

How would you do it?  I can only liken it to tuning into to the next season of a network one hour drama (No, I can't name one. I only watch cartoons. /flex ) and finding it has suddenly turned into a sitcom.  That's My Aku'mai.  Leave it to Van Cleef.  My Three Adds.  Where the boss busts in the door to thunderous applause from the studio audience and shoots off his trademark catch-spell, and the audience laughs.  Every week Illidan is chewing Kael'thas out for one of us wacky hijinks to get more demonic power, while Vashj burns the roast.

Now that I think about it, it makes a lot more sense to view instances like that.  They weren't getting the ratings they wanted at the black temple to they switched target audiences by dropping the attunement, Illidan almost instantly jumped the shark and here comes the spin off, The Sunwell.  That would make the old world instances the same as TV Land, a fond sense of nostalgia but not quite as edgy or challenging as the new stuff, although the new stuff is simply re-using all the plot lines that we've seen a thousand times already from the TV Land, Pre-TBC stuff.

My god, I think I've stumbled upon the key to figuring out all of WoW...

This idea requires further investigation. It is obvious from the start that if both players are trying to capture a specific historical feel then some kind of agreement - either in rules or in negotiation coupled with equal knowledge - that neither of the players will spring something whacky. And this raises an interesting question in itself: can Mythic be used in an adversarial setting? Two players in a wargame could probably very easily create a shared story about a battle using miniatures as entertaining visual props, but could they relinquish control to the other in the way Mythic facilitates when the stakes of the game are genuine victory or defeat? After all: a miniatures wargame is, as well as an exercise in telling a story about a battle, a competitive activity. One wants not only to be transported. One also wants to defeat the other fellow.

Matrix games manage to achieve this through a formalised way of asking questions, proposing the results, deciding on the probability and then discovering the outcome. Mythic, of course, also does this, and short cuts most of those steps. The approach and method of Matrix might be a useful model to think more about.

Looking back, it seems helping start Green Resource For Alabama (Greenalabama.org) was just the perfect reason for Mark. He is passionate about environment, educating people, making contacts, connecting people and organizations, and promoting all good things he stands for. There are more than dozen people, I know who admire Mark and are proud of his accepting this career challenge and the way he lives his life by serving.

Mark, and I have talked about different roles we play in life and setting goals in each of those roles. We have practiced role-playing to improve relationships, communication, getting organized, and staying focused on what really matters. He is a great role model for his children and all the people whose life he touches.

Mark took the career challenge and is loving it.

Are you thinking about something you are passionate about?

Would you accept a career or another challenge that can bring positive change in your life and the lives of others?

Are you willing to do one or more small positive things today?

]]> http://fantasticate.wordpress.com/?p=106 Thu, 14 Aug 2008 22:36:00 +0000 Daniel http://fantasticate.wordpress.com/?p=106 I currently live in Freeland, Pa. I used to play Dungeons & Dragons quite a bit, but now I hardly have the chance. Not because I'm too busy, but because I can't seem to find anyone else who plays in this area. If anyone out there in the Hazleton, Freeland, Pa area is reading this, and is interested in a game, please respond

I'm also open to online play. I haven't had much success getting that started, but I'm still looking.

After the visit, we returned to our post in Westbrook Garrison to rest and have a decent meal.

Zypherion told us the story of how he escaped capture in his early days. It was a sad story, you could tell he still felt the pain of his fallen comrades.

It seems we have another mission tomorrow. I'm very excited!

(side notes: my man and i are getting into the lovely habit of moaning, "i'm gonna come/i'm coming" as we get there. a very nice way to rev up for two multiorgasmic people in the middle of a fuck, since one orgasm is usually just the beginning for us. also, a few times my man has also moaned, "take my cum bitch/here you go bitch" WHILE coming, which i fucking love - don't mind if i do.)

so we decided to treat ourselves to a delicious lunch and headed back to my place for some fun. walking into my complex i started to get a headache, and my man casually looked at me and said, "i've got the cure for that."

we got to my place and played a little, putting the goods on display like a mating ritual. my man let his boxer briefs drop to the floor and slowly got into bed while partially covering his ripped body with the comforter. i undressed for him as he laid there watching me, then got into bed and snuggled my body against his for a steamy, naked spoon. my man moaned, telling me how good it felt, and i felt his dick start to harden against my ass.

his hands were everywhere, mostly pawing at my tits and pulling at the tiny purple thong that i still had on. after squeezing my tits and enjoying handfuls of my body for a few minutes, he hungrily ripped the thong off my body and pushed me up on the mattress. positioning himself to eat me out, he said, "god i love eating you out. i've been waiting to lower my face on this." and so he did. he put his entire mouth on my cunt, slowly kissing, sucking, and licking my pussy so tantalizingly slow that my thighs quivered in anticipation for each new move. after a while of eating me out he brought his hands up to jiggle my tits, and i murmured, "i love it when you make my tits jiggle." he looked up, started jiggling them more violently, and i asked, "do you like making those titties jiggle?" he then growled, "say it." i replied, "jiggle my titties."

looks like i said the right thing, because after that he started to eat me even more ferociously while fondling my tits. i gasped, "i love it when you make my titties bounce," which seemed to also go over well, because not too long thereafter my man took his mouth off my cunt and replaced it with his dick. as he opened me up he ordered me to "take his dick," that i had no choice but to do it, and as i opened up he started moaning and driving me fucking insane. i was soaked and the friction was perfect, so my man started to really pump away at my pussy, holding me down by my hair and pulling me in every direction he wanted as he pounded me. 

but that wasn't good enough for him. he forced my hands down on my cunt and made me start stroking my clit, telling me to get my hands down there and come for him. as i worked myself over he moaned and thrusted and seemed completely lost in how good my pussy felt, telling me, "you have such a sweet little pussy," calling me his "fucking slut" and ordering me to come for him. he growled, "i love feeling your tiny fingers on my thick cock" as i rubbed him while rubbing my clit, an unavoidable move when he's pounding me as hard as he is while i work on myself. soon thereafter i followed orders and came hard, and even after behaving myself and doing what i was told, i wasn't shown any mercy. as i came my man pulled out, kneeled on the floor next to the bed, and pulled my body towards the edge. i begged him not to eat me out like mad the way he does as i come, that i couldn't take it. he wouldn't even listen to a moment of protest, burying his face in my cunt and locking my legs down against the mattress with his arms. i thrashed and pushed against his head with my hands in feeble attempts to get away, and before i knew it i became so weak from pleasure that i passed out. i woke up (in what felt like) seconds later to find my man still eating me out voraciously, and it quickly became impossible to handle it as soon as i came to. i tried to fight again, and then - an Arched Back first! - i passed out AGAIN. twice from the same punishing session after one orgasm. hot damn. waking up wasn't as pleasant the second time around though - i woke up to a crisp, hard slap across the face, having only enough time to cry out in pain and scream as my man rammed his dick back inside me.

he kept me laying down across the width of the bed, relentlessly fucking me with a clear mission to have a good time taking his turn to come. a few times he had me watch his dick fuck me, then forcing me to suck his finger and getting it wet enough for him to stroke my clit as he pumped. i was far too sensitive to try for a second time, despite how fucking amazing it felt, and begged my man to come forward (he was on his knees) and just have at me. my man seemed pleased with my submissiveness, saying with a nod, "you've had enough." i was surprised, since - if nothing else - my man usually uses my orgasms to get my pussy nice and tight for the fucking, and exclaimed, "but i was getting there.." he responded coldly, "why should i give a fuck?" i whimpered as he leaned forward and started re-opening my pussy up as wide as he wanted, then started pounding extremely hard and deep into my limp body. he ordered me to take his dick, painfully holding my arms down with his and pressing my face into his chest until i could barely breathe. a while later, after endless pumping, my man came nice and strong, pulling out and pouring all over my cunt and stomach. he gasped, "hold me" as he came, so i gently held his dick and stroked any remaining cum out of his throbbing dick as he shot off all over me. that orgasm was fucking beautiful. 

after taking a minute to catch our breath, we got up to go to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before getting back to our day jobs. but we didn't even fucking make it that far - my man grabbed my tits from behind,  pressing my body into his, and after playing with me for a while he whispered, "i want to come again." and so i obliged, walking with him back to the bed, getting on my stomach so he could come between my asscheeks, and of course, first sucking his dick to "get his dick nice and wet" as he ordered me to do. god now that was a fucking gorgeous orgasm too, loud and unrestrained as he poured out all over my back. i thought i'd contribute and pressed my ass into his dick to squeeze any remaining cum out of his beautiful dick. a success.

as he rolled over next to me and pulled me towards him, he gasped, "that was so fucking good," following it up by then saying, "..but there's still more left." i was so fucking impressed. i asked him if he wanted to go again, and - channeling some serious willpower - he said that we shouldn't so we wouldn't be later in getting back to work than we already were. i reluctantly started to get dressed and freshen up before heading out, though he assured me that there was still plenty left and he could feel it. fuck i love that and i want more.

as we got ready my man turned to me with a mischievous smile and said, "so, how's your headache?" i smiled and replied, "what headache?" i guess i just needed to fuck. headaches are to be expected if i go too long without fucking.

good thing my man doesn't make me wait.

All of us laughed and had some fun with him afterward.  I get the feeling that this father and son have a beautiful relationship.

Ami is my main character, but because she is Alliance, this means she can't fully explore the Horde territory. Thus, I've created Ella. Her full name is Ellawynn, but she isn't a fan of her name.

Currently, her level is low, and she isn't played much, but this is where you will find out a bit about her.

Ella was created to honor something beautiful: click the video link below to see it. All credits go to those who worked very hard to create it!

http://video.myndflame.com/video/000b4c813f/I%27m+So+Sick+

Moonkin! They're big, furry and fuzzy. They're part owl, part bear, part... moose? And all powerful!

Moonkin are great, unless you're going up against them in battle...

My Moonkin protects me, and so I love him!

((Ami... is acting a bit strangely lately. Please forgive her! *bow*))

"Lake Side" ~ Photograph by Amithyst

Role-playing is a dreaded, but necessary element of medical education. Whenever the faculty member or instructor mentions the words, everyone's sphincters get a little tighter. It's awkward and uncomfortable and potentially embarrassing, especially if it's impromptu and in front of your peers.

Unless there are trained actors involved, role-playing typically means the doctor and patient roles are filled by you and your classmates. The result is that you will inevitably be telling your friend, who you were just cracking jokes with, that they have cancer, or their son is dead, or they need to put down the knife and rethink their life. Sometimes, it takes all your energy just to keep a straight face.

Delivering bad news can be very difficult and learning how to deliver the news is no different. It's not as simple as Dr. McCoy makes it look. And these role-playing exercises are suppose to help prepare us for the inevitable reality to come. People break character and giggle. They go blank and just stand there dumbfounded. They over-dramatize and act silly. It's as if the concept of role-playing seems setup to fail.

But somehow it works. Even after an exercise has been completely botched, and everyone's laughing like it was a comical skit, it serves it's purpose of waking up our naive minds to the fact that we would be completely clueless if the circumstance was real. Even through the giggles, you can sense that people realize the gravity of the situation and the potentially devastating blunders we could make when communicating with patients and families.

Luckily, if there is a good facilitator, it is the discussion afterward that makes the venture worthwhile. Like a moral at the end of a story, people hopefully calm down and soak in the lesson. Nothing can ever adequately prepare us for the variety of scenarios we will encounter, but role-playing hopefully instills in us a humility and realization that how we communicate with patients and families can have long-lasting consequences.

It was through this post that I discovered this post (I am now taking part in this). This post is in response to the first post.

Daniel opens his post with the following line:

"When a PC dies in a campaign and they’re not supposed to, what do you do?"

What do you mean by "not supposed to" die? Are you insane? What is DnD without PC death? I must immediately write 10 000 words of abuse or I shall not be able to sleep tonight... and then I realised that I was thinking like a player and not as a fellow GM. As a GM, I would rephrase the question like this:

"When a PC dies unexpectedly, what do you do?"

Hopefully, in the near future, I'll get around to answering this from a me-as-GM point of view. Today, however, I want to answer from a me-as-player point of view.

Short answer: In the bulk of circumstances, I expect nothing special from the GM.

As player, I feel that I am responsible for my own fun and the fun of the other players and GM, just as they are responsible for my fun. Being a responsible player, I would try my best to not hamper anybody's fun (including the GM's) in any event. Easier said than done, but I try.

Ideally, I do not want my PC to be made into a crucial part of a GM's monologue. It's our story, not his story alone. I prefer taking part in stories of the world the PCs are in, rather than stories of the PCs. I do not want the world to come to a halt just because my PC died. It can place far too much of a burden on the player to, for example, stick to playing a character he does not like or enjoy playing.

DnD is game that is inherently filled with danger and the threat of death. If it wasn't, then we wouldn't need the dice. It's up to the GM to challenge the PCs and these challenges may result in the death of a PC. The players know this, or should know this, coming into the game. Thus, I, at least, do not want to be babied by the GM. It's up to the individual player and the party as a whole to acknowledge the dangers of adventuring and plan for death: deals with NPC churches, magic items, spells, wills and etc.. It's up to the players to make plans in case of death and help prompt ideas for the GM to incorporate those plans into the game. If a new character has to be written in, it is up to both  player and GM to write that character in. The continued fun is everybody's responsibility.

Basically, the core of my argument: I do not want my character death to be cheapened by cheap GM tricks.

When a PC dies in a campaign and they're not supposed to, what do you do?

Sometimes things get out of hand and a simple situation turns into a possible death trap for your beloved players. Sometimes a particular player does something stupid and gets themselves killed. First off, shame on the DM for letting this happen. You're supposed to be the "Be all, End all" of your own creation, but we'll excuse that for the moment; because it's probably happened to all DM's, including myself.

So, what do you do? 

When I get an interesting campaign going on and something unexpected, like a PC death, occurs I incorporate it into my story. This requires quick thinking on the DM's part and the ability to alter the course of events slightly. Be careful though; you don't want to make one player wait for three hours just to revive his character. Below I'll play out an example.

After slaying the Orcish Berserkers, Falion the Rogue finds himself feeling sick from an arrow to his shoulder. During the battle, a Berserker was hiding in a tree, slinging arrows at the party of four. Now that Falion is feeling sick, it's his choice to decide what to do. Let us suppose he does nothing about the poisoned wound. After a few game time days, the DM strongly suggests that Falion stop at the nearby village and get his injuries checked by the local shaman. Again, Falion chooses to do nothing. His fatigue and strength begin to drain after a few days, and he begins to temporarily lose his abilities. During the next big battle, the DM advises Falion to hang back, but he doesn't listen. The enemies' attack roll comes up, Falion can't block, and the roll behind the DM screen is a 20.

In a situation like that, you could tell Falion the roll is a 1, or even a 4. But, based on the enemies the party has faced so far, a roll of 4 wouldn't make sense. Falion dies. Now what?

There are two choices here. Make Falion wait a reasonable thirty minutes before he can be brought back to life somehow, or do it immediately. I wouldn't suggest doing it right away. The player won't learn anything from being put right back into the game. Waiting thirty minutes will give the DM about five or so minutes to work his resurrection into the story line. That way you don't feel pressured to come up with an immediate solution, and it gives you the time to make the overall campaign a more enjoyable experience. It also teaches Falion an important lesson about taking care of himself, making him a wiser D&D player.

I am convinced that doing at least three positive things daily in our life can help us play the roles we play (given or chosen) better and make a difference in your and others' life.

How can we do this is by doing role-playing or practicing in a safe environment or in laboratory conditions without having any significant negative consequences of our practice - as long as we are practicing with someone who is competent, skilled, person like a life coach or another qualified professional.  Having good role-models or our personal super-heroes also helps us keep encouraged and motivated.

Three things to keep in mind to make your daily practice more fruitful and fulfilling:

1.  Getting it in our heads and connecting with our head (knowledge), 2.  Giving with our hands and connecting hands (service …. keep in mind that depositing in your health account is always important), 3.   having a Grateful heart and connecting hearts (we receive more in this way) can help us create the life we really want and play our life-roles better and better.

Are you a person who is passionate about improving your personal and professional life?  Try doing three simple positive things everyday, get involved with this blog, read true stories, and motivational messages, as well as gain from wisdom of others.

If you are a life, sports, or a business coach .... a consultant, trainer, teacher, a professional, an entrepreneur, an executive, or a business owner, you can benefit personally and provide significant added benefits to your clients.

If a thought has crossed your mind to play your life-roles better and create the life you really want .... you are likely to come back to this blog on a regular basis to contribute, learn, and make a difference in yours' as well as others' life.

My Goals:

1. To practice all of the three practices daily.

2. To share this information with at least one person every day.

3. Offer my professional services to at least 3 people weekly free of any fee.

Your Goals ?

1. __________________________________________________________________________
2. __________________________________________________________________________
3. __________________________________________________________________________

Have fun achieving your worthwhile goals and feel good during the process.

I spent a considerable amount of time searching Watyr's childhood home for any trace of her. No one had seen her, no one had spoken to her. No one had heard about any rogue druids in the area. I looked everywhere, even making my way to Darkshore. She's nowhere. I'm falling apart without her.

I'm breaking down.

One of the kindest girl's I've met, Miss Aalesia is quite the capable Shaman. I was in Goldshire, conducting interviews with Zypherion for the Kul Tiras Marine Corps. Yes, yes. I was in Goldshire. Not the phrase you hear me say often. Miss Aalesia worked at the inn there, providing the best care for her rowdy and naked guests. She overheard the interview, and approached me. I took her aside to speak with her alone, girl to girl.

I really wanted to take her away from Goldshire, it's not the place for a girl like her.

And so I did! She proved herself quite useful in battle, so useful that I sent a letter of recomindation to Zypherion, and she was immediately entered into the Corps., after her own interview, of course.

Now, instead of corraling guests and serving drinks, Miss Aalesia comes into battle with us, fighting proudly and bravely, and learning just what it is her heart really wants.

"The Hidden Temple" ~ Photograph by Amithyst