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Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Launch Party Rogwel!
Cue the Ewok Music
Fly, my pretties! Fly!
Bringin' home the Bacon
TY ATLUS
LOVE, ROGWEL
Fly, my pretties! Fly!
Bringin' home the Bacon
TY ATLUS
LOVE, ROGWEL
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Poms Farewell!
Journey's End
David Drocilephisus Rangidoon Bop, Chrysalis Explorer, Neo Steam
Jocelyn, Rogwellian, Neo Steam
What a wonderful ride it's been! I'd like to thank everyone for giving us such a picturesque experience all around Chrysalis.
On the final day I caught up with some of the Breakfast Crew
All Poms go to Heaven
Everyone was friendly and inviting and frequently hilarious. I've never experienced such an instantly accepting community as I've found here.
Who stole a cookie from Cookies For Rogwel? Who me? Yes you! Couldn't be! Then who?
The Greticos arena in the last seconds of Open Beta
We'd like to thank all the people we've met around town, and the Gods especially for delivering such an engaging and amusing world. We'd also like to thank personally all the people who show up in these pictures, Rogwel and Elerd alike. Without you there'd be no Neo Steam.
See you on the flip side! We love you all! Peace!
David Drocilephisus Rangidoon Bop, Chrysalis Explorer, Neo Steam
Jocelyn, Rogwellian, Neo Steam
What a wonderful ride it's been! I'd like to thank everyone for giving us such a picturesque experience all around Chrysalis.
On the final day I caught up with some of the Breakfast Crew
All Poms go to Heaven
Everyone was friendly and inviting and frequently hilarious. I've never experienced such an instantly accepting community as I've found here.
Who stole a cookie from Cookies For Rogwel? Who me? Yes you! Couldn't be! Then who?
The Greticos arena in the last seconds of Open Beta
We'd like to thank all the people we've met around town, and the Gods especially for delivering such an engaging and amusing world. We'd also like to thank personally all the people who show up in these pictures, Rogwel and Elerd alike. Without you there'd be no Neo Steam.
See you on the flip side! We love you all! Peace!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Final Day! Elerd Rescue 2
Ad Astra per Aspera
Sorry but your princess is in another castle
Cerita Praha, the Elerd capital. Once I walked these stone floors in the entourage of a doomed Rogwel raiding party. Now I walk down in broad daylight and tip my hat to the guards as I smile my way in. Why didn't I think of this before?
The Elerd crafting machines look like a mix between a brass typewriter, a jewelry box, and a Fabergé crustacean. It's marked "Paws off" for some reason, though feel free to make a campfire nearby.
The entrance to the hall of Cerity Praha has a golden dragon guarding it. Do they really want something this unfriendly to be the symbol of the government? Look at that thing. I don't want to petition that thing for local zoning ordinances, it looks like it'd golden flame my whiskers off.
I resist the urge to make the victory sign
I'm an Elerd, so no one stops me from walking right down the main hall.
A Rogwel Pom? Here? in the hall of the king? (Where is the king, anyway? Is there a king? A queen? Some sort of Duke?) Does this mean that the ancient Maestros were also Rogwel Poms — dark, brownish lovepuffs with winning smiles and unspeakably dashing demeanors? Would that mean that the whitish Poms of Elerd are of a different bloodline? Or are we more racially similar than we realize?
On further consideration it's more likely the Elerds just stole this dude like they did our zeppelins and trains and put him up here as a prop.
I give him a glance to see if he recognizes me for what I am, but he retains a stoic if amicable impassivity. Or he's a statue.
I bow before the High Priestess, the most senior member of the Elerd royaleaucracy that I can manage to get an audience with. She's a tall Elf of indeterminate age, delicate features, and a svelte, lithe frame. LIKE EVERY OTHER ELF.
Sorry princess but there were a lot of stairs on the way here. Hope you don't mind. Do they make your cloaks with earholes?
My query is simple. My cousin/sister/friend has recently come to the city from the outskirts of Whereverville, is there any way to find out where she's ended up?
In an extremely polite manner she tells me to get lost. It was so polite in fact that I was halfway to getting lost before she finished, and quite ready to apologize for ever not being lost in the first place. Why should I ever assume that a complex government like Elerd's would bother with up-to-date census material? Or that any government member would have the time to go through it even if they did? Don't I realize that they are already extremely busy standing there, sometimes swaying to one side, sometimes pacing?
They remind me quite a bit of Rogwel's government actually.
Only one more place to check: the town of Bijumir. It's not likely that I would ever find her there, that place is more for mystics and hippies than good, hardworking Poms like us.
Ah, Bijumir, city of mills. Last time I was here I got chased onto the docks by a small mob before leaping courageously into the brine to escape. (Okay I was chased by two people and got a sound butt-whupping.)
I come to the reflecting pool and who do I see, sadly standing on the stairs of the cool clear fountain like an ancient water-bearer, but my friend.
My heart leaps out of my chest and plops down the steps like a slinky.
She is astonished of course, but she immediately recognizes me behind the white hair and blushing cheeks and runs into reeds in shame or surprise or something cute like that. I wade in after her and tell her it's alright, it's just me, I just want to see if you're okay!
When in doubt, Dance
But why are you dressed in those robes? She is a mystic, she tells me, she is studying the powers of fire. This is a chance at a new life, a way to start over, to see new things and be a new person in a new land. She had to come to Elerd, and had to do it without me.
But she is sad at the same time, because, she tells me, though everything here is beautiful, none of it is home.
I guess I understand. And I'd been too busy trying to crack open Rogwel like it was my own personal puzzlebox to remember how lost I felt at the beginning of this journey. And how new and wonderful it all looked that first day...
I tell her it's alright, she can go native if she wants. Elerd isn't our enemy, no more than Rogwel is truly our home. Just let me deliver messages to your family, let me visit often, and keep telling me what a good time you're having.
We sit down by the docks of Bijumir, the wide open sea and violet sky out in front of us, as wild and unpredictable as the future itself.
"No, I guess I've had enough," she says. "Let's go back."
It wasn't an ending, and it wasn't a beginning. I guess it was just a moving, like the gears of a great steam machine. And as this journey winds to an close I can almost already see, out there in the clouds, all the future adventures stretching out before us.
Ah, a Pom's work is never done...
Sorry but your princess is in another castle
Cerita Praha, the Elerd capital. Once I walked these stone floors in the entourage of a doomed Rogwel raiding party. Now I walk down in broad daylight and tip my hat to the guards as I smile my way in. Why didn't I think of this before?
The Elerd crafting machines look like a mix between a brass typewriter, a jewelry box, and a Fabergé crustacean. It's marked "Paws off" for some reason, though feel free to make a campfire nearby.
The entrance to the hall of Cerity Praha has a golden dragon guarding it. Do they really want something this unfriendly to be the symbol of the government? Look at that thing. I don't want to petition that thing for local zoning ordinances, it looks like it'd golden flame my whiskers off.
I resist the urge to make the victory sign
I'm an Elerd, so no one stops me from walking right down the main hall.
A Rogwel Pom? Here? in the hall of the king? (Where is the king, anyway? Is there a king? A queen? Some sort of Duke?) Does this mean that the ancient Maestros were also Rogwel Poms — dark, brownish lovepuffs with winning smiles and unspeakably dashing demeanors? Would that mean that the whitish Poms of Elerd are of a different bloodline? Or are we more racially similar than we realize?
On further consideration it's more likely the Elerds just stole this dude like they did our zeppelins and trains and put him up here as a prop.
I give him a glance to see if he recognizes me for what I am, but he retains a stoic if amicable impassivity. Or he's a statue.
I bow before the High Priestess, the most senior member of the Elerd royaleaucracy that I can manage to get an audience with. She's a tall Elf of indeterminate age, delicate features, and a svelte, lithe frame. LIKE EVERY OTHER ELF.
Sorry princess but there were a lot of stairs on the way here. Hope you don't mind. Do they make your cloaks with earholes?
My query is simple. My cousin/sister/friend has recently come to the city from the outskirts of Whereverville, is there any way to find out where she's ended up?
In an extremely polite manner she tells me to get lost. It was so polite in fact that I was halfway to getting lost before she finished, and quite ready to apologize for ever not being lost in the first place. Why should I ever assume that a complex government like Elerd's would bother with up-to-date census material? Or that any government member would have the time to go through it even if they did? Don't I realize that they are already extremely busy standing there, sometimes swaying to one side, sometimes pacing?
They remind me quite a bit of Rogwel's government actually.
Only one more place to check: the town of Bijumir. It's not likely that I would ever find her there, that place is more for mystics and hippies than good, hardworking Poms like us.
Ah, Bijumir, city of mills. Last time I was here I got chased onto the docks by a small mob before leaping courageously into the brine to escape. (Okay I was chased by two people and got a sound butt-whupping.)
I come to the reflecting pool and who do I see, sadly standing on the stairs of the cool clear fountain like an ancient water-bearer, but my friend.
My heart leaps out of my chest and plops down the steps like a slinky.
She is astonished of course, but she immediately recognizes me behind the white hair and blushing cheeks and runs into reeds in shame or surprise or something cute like that. I wade in after her and tell her it's alright, it's just me, I just want to see if you're okay!
When in doubt, Dance
But why are you dressed in those robes? She is a mystic, she tells me, she is studying the powers of fire. This is a chance at a new life, a way to start over, to see new things and be a new person in a new land. She had to come to Elerd, and had to do it without me.
But she is sad at the same time, because, she tells me, though everything here is beautiful, none of it is home.
I guess I understand. And I'd been too busy trying to crack open Rogwel like it was my own personal puzzlebox to remember how lost I felt at the beginning of this journey. And how new and wonderful it all looked that first day...
I tell her it's alright, she can go native if she wants. Elerd isn't our enemy, no more than Rogwel is truly our home. Just let me deliver messages to your family, let me visit often, and keep telling me what a good time you're having.
We sit down by the docks of Bijumir, the wide open sea and violet sky out in front of us, as wild and unpredictable as the future itself.
"No, I guess I've had enough," she says. "Let's go back."
It wasn't an ending, and it wasn't a beginning. I guess it was just a moving, like the gears of a great steam machine. And as this journey winds to an close I can almost already see, out there in the clouds, all the future adventures stretching out before us.
Ah, a Pom's work is never done...
Final Day of OBT! Elerd Rescue
We're not Short, We're Flying under Radar
Dovid Snuffleupagus Brigadoon Mop, Pom-Vivant and Exploratory Connoisseur
It took hours and seven bottles of hair dye (not to mention an ear bob) to manage it but here I am, more Elerd than Elerd, a lilly-white magical Pom. A PomSpy. I'm going to Elerd whether Jocelyn wants me to or not. I'm going to make sure everything's alright and I'm not leaving till I do. And not a second to lose!
Totally Elerd
Finally I have the ability to experience this continent the way the natives do, leisurely, not while running from half a dozen dragons. But I never wanted to be so sneaky about it. The self-proclaimed unofficial ambassador of Rogwel abhors deception!
Alas, this is the only way. I brought my dear friend into this and might have driven her to this strange and unexpected jaunt. I just couldn't live with myself if anything were to happen to her.
I arrive in Nasdaim and start acclimating myself to these new surroundings, trying to blend in.
First thing you'd notice about the city would be all the Elves. Elves everywhere, up and down, and still not a male in sight. Little Elves must be magically conjured into being. Or else those more-than-frequent raids into Rogwel are for more than just Neo Steam (you dirty little monkeys).
And what do I see waiting on the Nasdaim docks but what is clearly a stolen Rogwel airship. They painted it blue but didn't even bother to change the insignia! There are Maestros in Elerd, there are Poms a-plenty, they can make their own stuff so why steal ours?
Clearly these Elves are a tricky sort.
Almost immediately I pass by Yuna, the Elf evoker I had met what seems like ages ago in the long-contested fields of Riall. While I'd seen her several times since it'd always been at the business end of a barrage of fireballs.
How much older and more hardened she seems now! And here I am, inches away from her. Does she suspect? If I were to tell her my true identity, what do you think she would do? Would she set me on fire?
She'd probably set me on fire
I try to act normal as I walk on by.
I waste no time in setting about finding Jocelyn, out there somewhere in this wide world. If only she'd have told me what she wanted to do! I would have gladly come along, I could have been there! Now, anything could happen.
There's no time to lose!
Ok first I had to befriend this lovely floating mermaid thing, isn't she cute? Eee!
And look at that engineering! So near to ours yet based on entirely different principles, almost animorphic in design. I wonder how its speed compares to ours. Wait, can't delay! Must find Jocelyn!
I head for the Steam Balloon, which I've finally decided is the only way for a Pom to travel.
Why are those squares so mad?
Mah Bukkit
Riding in Balloons with Poms
I ask around but people are strangely reticent. Not only with me, a young outsider, but even with each other. Where the comunications in Rogwel were frequent and boisterous, Elerd seems remarkably subdued and insular. Calls come out for possible parties, for help, and are quietly ridiculed. The Gods when they speak seem more helpful if a mite more condescending.
I decide there's only one way to get anywhere, and that's by going straight to the heart. I board the subway to Cerity Praha Castle, to take my plea to the highest authorities.
MORE STOLEN ROGWEL TECHNOLOGY!!!
Dovid Snuffleupagus Brigadoon Mop, Pom-Vivant and Exploratory Connoisseur
It took hours and seven bottles of hair dye (not to mention an ear bob) to manage it but here I am, more Elerd than Elerd, a lilly-white magical Pom. A PomSpy. I'm going to Elerd whether Jocelyn wants me to or not. I'm going to make sure everything's alright and I'm not leaving till I do. And not a second to lose!
Totally Elerd
Finally I have the ability to experience this continent the way the natives do, leisurely, not while running from half a dozen dragons. But I never wanted to be so sneaky about it. The self-proclaimed unofficial ambassador of Rogwel abhors deception!
Alas, this is the only way. I brought my dear friend into this and might have driven her to this strange and unexpected jaunt. I just couldn't live with myself if anything were to happen to her.
I arrive in Nasdaim and start acclimating myself to these new surroundings, trying to blend in.
First thing you'd notice about the city would be all the Elves. Elves everywhere, up and down, and still not a male in sight. Little Elves must be magically conjured into being. Or else those more-than-frequent raids into Rogwel are for more than just Neo Steam (you dirty little monkeys).
And what do I see waiting on the Nasdaim docks but what is clearly a stolen Rogwel airship. They painted it blue but didn't even bother to change the insignia! There are Maestros in Elerd, there are Poms a-plenty, they can make their own stuff so why steal ours?
Clearly these Elves are a tricky sort.
Almost immediately I pass by Yuna, the Elf evoker I had met what seems like ages ago in the long-contested fields of Riall. While I'd seen her several times since it'd always been at the business end of a barrage of fireballs.
How much older and more hardened she seems now! And here I am, inches away from her. Does she suspect? If I were to tell her my true identity, what do you think she would do? Would she set me on fire?
She'd probably set me on fire
I try to act normal as I walk on by.
I waste no time in setting about finding Jocelyn, out there somewhere in this wide world. If only she'd have told me what she wanted to do! I would have gladly come along, I could have been there! Now, anything could happen.
There's no time to lose!
Ok first I had to befriend this lovely floating mermaid thing, isn't she cute? Eee!
And look at that engineering! So near to ours yet based on entirely different principles, almost animorphic in design. I wonder how its speed compares to ours. Wait, can't delay! Must find Jocelyn!
I head for the Steam Balloon, which I've finally decided is the only way for a Pom to travel.
Why are those squares so mad?
Mah Bukkit
Riding in Balloons with Poms
I ask around but people are strangely reticent. Not only with me, a young outsider, but even with each other. Where the comunications in Rogwel were frequent and boisterous, Elerd seems remarkably subdued and insular. Calls come out for possible parties, for help, and are quietly ridiculed. The Gods when they speak seem more helpful if a mite more condescending.
I decide there's only one way to get anywhere, and that's by going straight to the heart. I board the subway to Cerity Praha Castle, to take my plea to the highest authorities.
MORE STOLEN ROGWEL TECHNOLOGY!!!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
The Great Escape
Pom on the Run
It is done! The transformation is complete. I took David's transpomer and found myself in a most thunderous and dizzying cloud! When I landed the world had changed and so had I.
Help me Obi Pom Kenobi! It's not Princess Leia, it's me!
Elerd was a strange land. How strange? Well, for one, the trees had faces.
This was no giving tree.
No wonder Elerdians always seemed a bit off to me. Talking to kindling in the making and whatnot. There was also the matter of these strange beasts right outside the gates. Why would anyone want to harm these sweet pink fluffs?
The cotton candy here is really busy.
Could I learn to live in this fantasy forever? Something deep down told me different, but I think that was indigestion. Pufus are so gamey. I hope David isn't too mad with me. He of all Poms should understand wayfaring.
Jacelyn, Mystic
It is done! The transformation is complete. I took David's transpomer and found myself in a most thunderous and dizzying cloud! When I landed the world had changed and so had I.
Help me Obi Pom Kenobi! It's not Princess Leia, it's me!
Elerd was a strange land. How strange? Well, for one, the trees had faces.
This was no giving tree.No wonder Elerdians always seemed a bit off to me. Talking to kindling in the making and whatnot. There was also the matter of these strange beasts right outside the gates. Why would anyone want to harm these sweet pink fluffs?
The cotton candy here is really busy.
Could I learn to live in this fantasy forever? Something deep down told me different, but I think that was indigestion. Pufus are so gamey. I hope David isn't too mad with me. He of all Poms should understand wayfaring.
Jacelyn, Mystic
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