Have you seen my sister

(( Written from the perspective of Lillias, who is a new character of mine, look for more stories from her over the next little while, we’ll see how it goes ))

The trip was damp and cold, and more then once I had to lean over the edge of the ship to relieve myself of whatever meager meal I’d eaten for the day. Soaked and chilled to the bone only made the situation worse, and my thoughts ran ramped through my head. I clutched my sisters journal to my chest, one of a few personal belongings that were mailed to me weeks previous. The whole reason I was on the blasted boat to begin with.

My eyes glazed over as I went back and thought about what had happened, and tried to block out all other feelings. I felt slightly ill and forced the bile back down my throat which of course only made it burn and caused my eyes to water.

“We regret to inform you, Miss, that your sister is dead,” the words rang through me and I think I must have grabbed ahold of the doorway to steady myself. This was not exactly the message I had expected. Tonight of all nights. They must have the wrong house.

“Dead.. there must be some mistake?” I practically screeched at the messenger who backed off a few feet from the doorway, as though I may lunge at him or some other foolish notion. He shook his head sadly and passed me a wooden crate with a large S embedded into the lid of it. Later I’d come to find her news articles that she’d written and had pinned up in her house, as well as the journal that I now clutched like a life preserver. A few silver coin, nothing much. I tired to get more information and was left with nothing but the wind brushing up against the door, the boy having fled on foot to get away from my emotional state. I could hardly blame him.

I spent the night looking over her belongings. It felt like hours before I could ready myself to read her journal, I could not get rid of the feeling that I was intruding on her personal life. We had not been close for so many years, not since we were just children. It was more my fault then hers. I wished a higher (different?) education then she did and we had chosen different paths. Mine took me out side of Freeport and the home my parents had left to us. My arts were not something I spoke of often, though both of us took a ‘healing’ rout.. my sister did not approve at all, unfitting for a dark elf, she used to chide me. None of it mattered any more. I continued reading until my candle had burned down to the base of its holder, skipping to the last entry, my eyes widened. Wait…this..could it be? There was a chance. Perhaps there was hope.. or at least a way for me to confront my sisters killers if she was indeed dead. My mind swam with the notion that maybe I could still help some how. I decided then and there to head to Freeport, and learn of my sister what I could. I packed what little I owned and set out that night, leaving friends, family, and so much more behind. There was no need for them, they would not understand.

I was shaken roughly out of my half-dreaming state by the ship reaching shore, lurching about the deck I tried to once again get my feet beneath me, and eventually managed to make my way to Big Bend with little need for directions. My memory had served me well thus far at least. There would be no cozy inn room for me, I could hardly afford it. The only thought I’d had at all was to find my sister, I’d completely forgotten what it was like to be back in Freeport. The stench assaulted my nose and I tried not to gag. Ogres and trolls wandered past me and sniffed as though it were I who smelled bad. Once I’d secured a small one room bedroom to myself I spoke in hushed tones to the inn keeper, trying to find out some information, none of it was useful.

Skaga, a local vendor whom I remembered from previous years, yelled at me from across the way and I wandered over, unsure of what she wanted to tell me. She pulled me close and glanced around a moment before whispering her harsh breath into my ear, I tried not to shiver in distaste.

“If’ns you be lookin’s fer someones.. seek out the assassin..” she whispered. I stared at her a moment. Assassin? I’d known of no assassin. Granted this was Freeport and there were probably plenty about. I didn’t want to appear stupid by asking her, but I think my eyes said it all. “Leave words at East Freeport, the inn there.. they will be sure he gets the message,” she laughed at me and poked me in the chest as if to make her point, I practically fell backwards into the muck on the ground. I nodded and thanked her, and slipped a silver coin for her efforts into her pocket. She only grinned at me with her mouth half full of teeth. Not wanting to delay any longer I tore off a piece of parchment from the back of my sisters journal, dug a quill from my bags and impatiently wrote a letter, asking for help in locating my sister. I slipped it to the Inn Keeper in East Freeport, whispering that it was urgent that it found the Assassin, and gave another two silver to insure that it was actually delivered. I tried not to eye the already empty purse I carried, I would work that out another time. My hands did not stop shaking until I was back in my own room in Big Bend, there was nothing more that I could do this night without some sleep. So I curled up on the tiny hard cot and closed my eyes, trying to rest. Instead, all I got were dreams.

All I wanna do is dance, dance, dance

Ricotta's musical feets

(( Told from the perspective of Ricotta, my little bardling who’s slowly working her way up in the world, hopfully insperation sticks around, and I’ll have pleanty more to write ))

When I gots up dis morning, the very first things I thoughts wus that I needed new armour. See, t’is not that my current armours is bad, nay t’is quite the opposite, t’is all shiny ‘n stuffs. But.. well.. t’is not exactly the bestest stuffs to go around singing of tales (or is that tails?) in Qeynos. The other bards would laughs at meh if they saws me singings in shiny armour that looked like tin, instead of their colourful ensambles. How would I, Ricotta Is’Gouda, stands out if I blended in with the stone pavement? I had heard that Ian, in Qeynos Harbour, was well prepared to pass out dis armour that I wanted dearly. For a price of course. His price at first seemed much too high fer meh. He wanted various odds and ends completed, skeletons squished who had been giving him some griefs apparently. I wondered why dis lad did not takes care of the issues himself, but did not voice the opinions for fear dat he would remove my request all together, and I would sing to Qeynos in tin for the rest of dis little Ratongas life. The first two tasks he had meh complete were fairly easy, even for dis tiny bardling. The pieces he gave me in return were vereh pretty! Baby blue’s dat matched the sky. Oh how I longed for a full outfit of dis! I managed to complete 4 of his tasks all together, and then my little paws grew weary, so I decided to breaks for da night.

Made my way slowly to Baubleshire, dis is where halflings and gnomes live. I think it was comforting to put myself here at first, to be with the smaller races. If I had gone to Greystone yard, a Barbarian would be sure to steps on my poor little feets I just knows it! What good is a bard if they can not also dance! So I danced for the customers in the bank, little squeeks of joy about the new armour I had gotten. The rest wills have to waits until tomorrow, I’ve just not the stamina of the larger peoples yet. In time I know it will come to me! I have been working on songs, and games fer people to laugh and sings about. Still though, I remember my days in Freeport, scrounging up foods in the muck of the sewers. Nightmares at times plague meh, buts I refuse to lets it gets meh down! Song in my heart is strong, and dis little Ratonga is ready soon fer more fun!

A place to call home

Home sweet home

The fire place isn’t done yet, but that’s what it looked like as I was building it and putting it together. Let me tell you, placing all of those books, after moving them twice, once to an alts house, and then once back here, and then onto the shelves, is *very* annoying. There were a lot more books placed into the shelves once the screen shot was taken, as well as around the floor, and of course the book of the dead in the center on the table. The table is of course still bugged, you can’t actually place things on it, without having to attach a shelf to it and then place items on the shelf, then remove the items and place the table back.

Raided Harla Dar last night, went well. Then did Djinn Masters Prism, which I had never done before. What a complicated zone! Well, if you’re new at least. Thank goodness we had a team of dedicated music players. It was still fun. Got a little further in my claymore progression, I’m getting worn out from it fast though. Also got further on my DT access, need blackscale next. Still haven’t met too many folks from guild, and since joining I haven’t really played any alts at all any more. Maybe I’ll re-think the guid situation. I enjoy raiding though. Of course, it’s not all about the loot for me, which it is for a lot of people. I just like being there / going.

Today is a restless frustraiting day. Not really sure in game if I’m even feeling like playing. Raid HoS tonight, which should be interesting. It’s been a while since I’ve gone. Labs and Deathtoll on the weekend, two more pretty good raids. I’m getting used to the fact that they’re later at night. Gives my days free to get my stuff done. Servers are *finally* getting re-set today, after almost a week of no reboots. It was *much* needed. I think everyone would agree with that. There was so much lag and issues that needed to be fixed.

Marauder Silverstep


Seafury Buccaneers are wonderful. I’ve been working my faction with them for quite some time, and after countless writs, found a much much easier way to acomplish my faction with them. So I started off at +2,600 faction with them yesterday, and in three hours, was a little above +20,000 faction with them. Which means I am now Marauder Silverstep *cheers* and also Mariner if I choose to be so (yes, I paid for both titles). I also bought a nifty little skull with a dagger through it for my house, and recieved two pieces of paper from the officials, sitting in my house. Last night cleared lyceum, and managed to snag a relic breast plate fer myself! Very happy about that. I’ve joined a “semi-hardcore” raiding guild, though in my books they’re pretty hardcore. Raids 5 nights a week, not exactly the friendliest bunch, but that’s alright gives me time to do things on my own as well. Managed to get Claymore a little further as well, and I’m now in PoA, which is slightly better then SoS. Granted I can’t really duo many of the quests, but it’s still quite fun. It’s realy nice to be in a raiding guild with my warden as my main, instead of having to work up another character to play, I think I lucked out.

Bots and books.. I hate them both

Broken quest

I absolutely hate Obelisk these days. Since the revamp of the zone, they’ve broken more quests then they’ve fixed. The above picture just being one of them. The mob that this book calls for, no longer is even in the zone. It doesn’t exist. In it’s place is a single named, who spawns *every* time you kill him. Usually dropping metal, always dropping legendary. So not only can I not finish this quest at all, but there are typically 2-3 groups of plat farmers (bots) in there who have each of the named on a timed cycle.

SoE also just made it *easier* for these people to opperate, by removing the access quests to the Obelisk. Making it easier for anyone to enter, where as I devoted about 6 hours of work to get access to the areas needed. Needless to say, I am not happy. There are also two other book quests, part of the Remembrances series, that I am at the moment unable to do. One of them requires yet another mob (and 30 of that one mob) that spawns as a named 70% of the time now, and the other one requires mobs so rare to find in the zone that you may as well just give up while you’re ahead, especially if there’s anyone else in the zone.

I’m big on quests that reward house items, my house displays them nicely and I’m proud of what I’ve acomplished. Each character gets their own house, and if I play them to any degree I typically move them into a larger house. I just wish SoE would fix the broken quests (it’s been a few months now) and get rid of the bots. Too much to ask I suppose.