April 1, 2013 - 1:31am — Iaurdagnire
First of all, thank you so much to Vee, Hraeth, Munkel, Kaoori and Mauvable for taking time out to play the "creatures" with me, and having so much patience with me.
Thank you Munkel for the artwork and letting Cry be a part of Dag's story. I think I should thank Apeldille here as well for allowing Ephiré to be so involved too (;
I can't name you all here, because there was bloody hundreds of you over this weekend! But I think it's worth mentioning that I was touched by people who brought in old characters to be a part of this, it was lovely to see and I won't forget it.
Ah and it was so awesome to see pictograms/characters I didn't know, and the amount of users who I don't know so well commenting and saying such nice things. I'm glad I did this to show you that this community is great, especially when we do things like this!
Hn what else. I don't really know. I'm a little overwhelmed by how huge this event turned out to be (and the amount of work I have to do for the penultimate story-ender...).
And I think... Maybe I feel weird because I stopped playing Dag at a very bad time in my life. And doing something like this, even though it's "just a game", took effort from everyone, and the only reason I put this together is because in a way, I got my life back too this year. So I can allow myself the little pleasure of playing this game properly again. That might sound silly actually...
This was all just awesome and I've run out of things to say. It's late, and I need to sleep, so I'll polish off that blog tomorrow. If you still have rp responses you want to post in it that's fine, they'll all be logged in there.
Oh, and make sure (and I know I've said this in there a thousand times), if you played the event at any point over the weekend, to post your pictogram(s) in the event topic. I need them to make a visual picture of everyone who took part.
March 31, 2013 - 10:21pm — Seed
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The first person I saw in the midst of today's fog, or, at least, the first person to approach me, was Ourania. She was badly hurt, it looked like. There were wounds all over her...I walked her to a tree to help her get her mask on...And I walked her to a slab halfway back. I hoped she'd stay there; she could barely move...And I didn't want to lose one friend in defense of another. To my relief, I never saw her enter the field of battle, even though she watched from nearby. That's fine, though, since she was safe.
I?...I may not have been in the best shape, but my one attribute in a battle is my endurance. I'll manage. I went out to take a place by Dag's side to defend him.
I confided in Verve, since she was there... That I was still afraid. Afraid that, even though I'd tried and struggled in spite of myself... I was still scared. These battles, this struggle...It all made me sick, with the wrongness of it all. Being necessary isn't the same as being right... Or is that the words of a perennial coward?
The battle seemed much more relaxed than last time...Or maybe, because the timing was different, the different people producing a different flow of battle. Oh, there were times I, too, had to battle intensely, moments where the front line couldn't manage it, and the creatures would come leaping, fangs bared, out of the fog. They were foglike themselves, at once clear and indistinct; shape, to them, was just another way to attack, another way to give rise to fear. But just as often, the fighting would be so far away that I didn't even know if there was fighting going on -- it was all indistinct running, hoofbeats like distant thunder. I was awed by them, those fiery waves that raged like tsunamis, the frothy tide of allies roaring in.
During breaks, I'd check people; friends like Saosin or Verve for certain, and for the people I didn't know, I'd pick people who I hadn't seen checked by somebody else, as many of them as I felt I could.
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