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She's gone to Elerd! Oh no! What can I do?
Saturday, June 6, 2009
The City Pom
Got Into the Groove
Mine. No, Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine
The city life is for me! The hustle and hoopla has got me movin' so fast I hardly have time to write to all my pomily back home. I've gotten used to all the noise and machines it takes to run this world. "Rogs are cogs" as GrammyPom says. The subway, once a thing of wonder, is now commonplace. Even ballooning is nothing special. My dear guide in the city managed to get me a job making weapons after his little "breakdown" in Riall. He says that now he is a changed Pom. I understand how a pom can only be pushed so far before pushing back.
We hold the fountain against evil diamonds
After that day of chaos and giant poms I thought that this world couldn't have more to offer, but I find myself being humbled and then my world gets bigger. Maybe fighting isn't always the way. I don't think David has left the garden in days. Does he even sleep anymore? While he keeps vigilance, I have started regularly going beyond Garnedine.
Awe and Awwwwww
A mighty castle and surrounding kingdom is known as Greticos. I still feel like there's more to see and maybe I'll just have to do something drastic in order to get this idea out of my pom. Is this what being an explorer is all about? Life is so different now than when I lived in my village. At night, instead of crickets I fall asleep to gentle whirring of tinkerers.
Mine. No, Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine
The city life is for me! The hustle and hoopla has got me movin' so fast I hardly have time to write to all my pomily back home. I've gotten used to all the noise and machines it takes to run this world. "Rogs are cogs" as GrammyPom says. The subway, once a thing of wonder, is now commonplace. Even ballooning is nothing special. My dear guide in the city managed to get me a job making weapons after his little "breakdown" in Riall. He says that now he is a changed Pom. I understand how a pom can only be pushed so far before pushing back.
We hold the fountain against evil diamonds
After that day of chaos and giant poms I thought that this world couldn't have more to offer, but I find myself being humbled and then my world gets bigger. Maybe fighting isn't always the way. I don't think David has left the garden in days. Does he even sleep anymore? While he keeps vigilance, I have started regularly going beyond Garnedine.
Awe and Awwwwww
A mighty castle and surrounding kingdom is known as Greticos. I still feel like there's more to see and maybe I'll just have to do something drastic in order to get this idea out of my pom. Is this what being an explorer is all about? Life is so different now than when I lived in my village. At night, instead of crickets I fall asleep to gentle whirring of tinkerers.
Week 3
Through Dangers Untold
I fought my way deeper into the continent, trusty Neo Steam container socketed into my armor like a glowy glowstick of power. I've reached a point where I feel useless fighting Elerdians and focus instead on delving further into the secrets of Rogwel.
Clearly all of Rogwel's secrets are either smelly or burny
I find strange monuments in the oddest of places, and I'm not one to guess whether they are Republic creations or leftovers from the Maestros of old. Or maybe they're recent monuments commemorating long-forgotten ancient ones. Or maybe they're full of candy.
I join my fellow Rogs now and again in Riall, though now I've moved to the Ancient Factory, which is not much of a factory.
Holding the factory is even harder than holding the garden, mostly because everyone's stronger and angrier. And the fights go so fast that I'm usually still searching my pockets for potions before I realize I'm dead.
Follow that steam
Rogwel Destroyer, Third Siege Engine
You keep talking like a @%$@% I'm gonna smack you like a @%$@%
In my quest to understand Chrysalis I've undertaken missions that have taxed my morals. I've helped kill traitors, routed heretics, assassinated Elerd guards, and through it all tried to maintain my usual Pom good humor.
These are things I'd usually be telling to my good friend Jocelyn but I haven't heard from her in some time. I hope she's not getting into trouble...
I fought my way deeper into the continent, trusty Neo Steam container socketed into my armor like a glowy glowstick of power. I've reached a point where I feel useless fighting Elerdians and focus instead on delving further into the secrets of Rogwel.
Clearly all of Rogwel's secrets are either smelly or burny
I find strange monuments in the oddest of places, and I'm not one to guess whether they are Republic creations or leftovers from the Maestros of old. Or maybe they're recent monuments commemorating long-forgotten ancient ones. Or maybe they're full of candy.
I join my fellow Rogs now and again in Riall, though now I've moved to the Ancient Factory, which is not much of a factory.
Holding the factory is even harder than holding the garden, mostly because everyone's stronger and angrier. And the fights go so fast that I'm usually still searching my pockets for potions before I realize I'm dead.
Follow that steam
Rogwel Destroyer, Third Siege Engine
You keep talking like a @%$@% I'm gonna smack you like a @%$@%
In my quest to understand Chrysalis I've undertaken missions that have taxed my morals. I've helped kill traitors, routed heretics, assassinated Elerd guards, and through it all tried to maintain my usual Pom good humor.
These are things I'd usually be telling to my good friend Jocelyn but I haven't heard from her in some time. I hope she's not getting into trouble...
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Week 2, the Garden
Poms for Death!
Garden of Beatin'
They've been pushing us and I have to say I must have snapped. The pressure of everyday living here is too intense; with the constant fighting, the territories and factions, it's hard to maintain a civil attitude in the midst of such struggle. I worry that I've been too long in the fight and should just stay away from contested areas like Riall. But inevitably I'll hear over the wire about how many Elerds are there and how tough it is, and how my fellow Rogs are fighting the good fight and dying in droves.
It's not my patriotism that steps up, lord knows I have little enough of that. But there are good Rogs out there just trying to do what they do, who are being bullied down by those Elerds. It tugs at my nobility-strings, it does. So I've been fighting in Jarit's Garden whenever I hear that it's being contested. And when we set out to take it back, we damn well better take it back.
Usually it takes at least a full party and several waves to take back the center, because the Elerds never hold it with less than four summoners or less than two parties. And they always have the garden. We take it and hold it when we have the manpower but there are always more of them than us and they always band together.
I've done my fair share of killing, but they brought it on themselves, I swear! When when we have the garden, every Elerd who sets foot in it has the be driven out by force. That's how wars are won friends, by eliminating the enemy's will to fight!
And yet they still come back with their garden protection shields and their sorcerors waiting in the middle for one of us to get ganged up on by monsters before burst-firing them. Not even minding dying if they could get in a kill! What sort of person does that? Or a summoner will send her dragon in while she runs away, getting back to town with just a smidge of life each time.
Pull up to my bumper, baby
Seriously, what's the point of killing them if more keep popping up? I didn't get all this cool gear just to be murdering fellow Poms!
You just got racially discriminOWNED
Thankfully now that I'm too old to go back to the garden maybe things will calm down. Maybe the Factory will be a nicer, kinder place.
Yeah, when Poms fly.
Garden of Beatin'
They've been pushing us and I have to say I must have snapped. The pressure of everyday living here is too intense; with the constant fighting, the territories and factions, it's hard to maintain a civil attitude in the midst of such struggle. I worry that I've been too long in the fight and should just stay away from contested areas like Riall. But inevitably I'll hear over the wire about how many Elerds are there and how tough it is, and how my fellow Rogs are fighting the good fight and dying in droves.
It's not my patriotism that steps up, lord knows I have little enough of that. But there are good Rogs out there just trying to do what they do, who are being bullied down by those Elerds. It tugs at my nobility-strings, it does. So I've been fighting in Jarit's Garden whenever I hear that it's being contested. And when we set out to take it back, we damn well better take it back.
Usually it takes at least a full party and several waves to take back the center, because the Elerds never hold it with less than four summoners or less than two parties. And they always have the garden. We take it and hold it when we have the manpower but there are always more of them than us and they always band together.
I've done my fair share of killing, but they brought it on themselves, I swear! When when we have the garden, every Elerd who sets foot in it has the be driven out by force. That's how wars are won friends, by eliminating the enemy's will to fight!
And yet they still come back with their garden protection shields and their sorcerors waiting in the middle for one of us to get ganged up on by monsters before burst-firing them. Not even minding dying if they could get in a kill! What sort of person does that? Or a summoner will send her dragon in while she runs away, getting back to town with just a smidge of life each time.
Pull up to my bumper, baby
Seriously, what's the point of killing them if more keep popping up? I didn't get all this cool gear just to be murdering fellow Poms!
You just got racially discriminOWNED
Thankfully now that I'm too old to go back to the garden maybe things will calm down. Maybe the Factory will be a nicer, kinder place.
Yeah, when Poms fly.
Week 2, Open Beta
Hydrokinetic Adjustable Poms
Ah, life. How the joy of the new and exciting slowly ebbs into determination, drive and responsibility. Not to say that things became any less fun for me. I am after all an exploratory connoisseur if you happened to forget. But after that epic battle in Elerd, how could anything seem anything less than routine?
After that fateful night things went back to normal for the scientific country of Rogwel, and since the gods decreed that we must start over, much of the week was spent regaining what we had lost but doing it better this time. I felt like an old pro taking to the fields outside of Garnedine with my peers, knowing that for once, in this brief moment, we were all equals.
The biggest change I noticed since that first glorious week were our outfits. What had been some kick ass high-octane maintenance/warrior threads were now more like night janitor uniforms. With bloomers.
Jocelyn found out the hard way.
Cleanup, aisle 4. Thank you for shopping Terrawhale, have a nice day.
I dedicated most of my time to exploring the contraptions and mechanisms of these shattered continents. I disassembled all the things that came into my hands just to see how they worked, and put the pieces back together in strange new ways. My gun began to cast an eerie blue glow, indicating that either Orcs were near or I was leaking propane. I stuck machines into every available socket. I didn't even know what half of them were for but who cares, this is science!
After a lot of scrounging Jocelyn and I crafted matching Mining Buggies and soon we were steamin' all over the place.
Low... Ride... Er...
Drives a little slower
Low... Ride... Er...
Rides a little lower
I slowly advanced in the ranks as a mercenary, as abhorrent as that word might be to my little ears, but I felt that was the best way to get good with the Rogwel council. Soon I met with High Counselor Kianus. He is well respected in Greticos yet I suspect he's more of a figurehead.
You by chance related to Jarit?
But the most fun was trying out the new Siege Engines. Though these war machines aren't ready for actual combat yet (and neither are Elerd's) I got to test drive some of the prototypes.
First, the Suppressor, an anti-personnel machine.
And the Steam Cannon, the anti-siege-engine siege engine.
Ah, so many gears, so little time.
Till next time, Word to my Pommies!
Ah, life. How the joy of the new and exciting slowly ebbs into determination, drive and responsibility. Not to say that things became any less fun for me. I am after all an exploratory connoisseur if you happened to forget. But after that epic battle in Elerd, how could anything seem anything less than routine?
After that fateful night things went back to normal for the scientific country of Rogwel, and since the gods decreed that we must start over, much of the week was spent regaining what we had lost but doing it better this time. I felt like an old pro taking to the fields outside of Garnedine with my peers, knowing that for once, in this brief moment, we were all equals.
The biggest change I noticed since that first glorious week were our outfits. What had been some kick ass high-octane maintenance/warrior threads were now more like night janitor uniforms. With bloomers.
Jocelyn found out the hard way.
Cleanup, aisle 4. Thank you for shopping Terrawhale, have a nice day.
I dedicated most of my time to exploring the contraptions and mechanisms of these shattered continents. I disassembled all the things that came into my hands just to see how they worked, and put the pieces back together in strange new ways. My gun began to cast an eerie blue glow, indicating that either Orcs were near or I was leaking propane. I stuck machines into every available socket. I didn't even know what half of them were for but who cares, this is science!
After a lot of scrounging Jocelyn and I crafted matching Mining Buggies and soon we were steamin' all over the place.
Low... Ride... Er...
Drives a little slower
Low... Ride... Er...
Rides a little lower
I slowly advanced in the ranks as a mercenary, as abhorrent as that word might be to my little ears, but I felt that was the best way to get good with the Rogwel council. Soon I met with High Counselor Kianus. He is well respected in Greticos yet I suspect he's more of a figurehead.
You by chance related to Jarit?
But the most fun was trying out the new Siege Engines. Though these war machines aren't ready for actual combat yet (and neither are Elerd's) I got to test drive some of the prototypes.
First, the Suppressor, an anti-personnel machine.
And the Steam Cannon, the anti-siege-engine siege engine.
Ah, so many gears, so little time.
Till next time, Word to my Pommies!
Monday, June 1, 2009
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