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Post by Elatan on Nov 18, 2004 15:14:48 GMT -5
And there end went down just had got the hang of it.
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Post by Elatan on Nov 17, 2004 3:15:36 GMT -5
*Pst* *Whispers*Elatan, don't let other Night Elf players hear you calling them Dark Elves :} An unfortunate mix of Tolkien and Blizzard but those I might call so should be proud ;D
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Post by Elatan on Nov 16, 2004 18:23:29 GMT -5
Could you fellas write your ingame names down ? Will look for / add you to list
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Post by Elatan on Nov 16, 2004 4:48:56 GMT -5
It went well, got in, created 2 chars both on 26 central. So now there is a Darkelf : Elatanv ( priest ) and a Dwarven paladin : Elatani <--- rare female dwarf but no beard ;D
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Post by Elatan on Nov 15, 2004 4:13:08 GMT -5
AHA Then you certainly will see me in the game. I have been browsing around to see if it was possible to find a key now I had it downloaded. Hope to see you guys ingame then ;D Edit : Checked my mail and got the pass etc etc Will try connect in the late evening ( on work now )
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Post by Elatan on Nov 14, 2004 9:45:40 GMT -5
Heh, I downloaded the beta, used a night on it, installed it and found out I did not have a key for it so could not create Could have been fun though They "could" have told a key was needed but I thought, since I was able to get the page, connect and DL, that it was fine. But atleast I got to see the intro and the front page + checking my connection ( which was fine ) Nothing so bad it aint good for anything ;D Maybe EQ II will serve for a while.
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Post by Elatan on Nov 5, 2004 3:54:24 GMT -5
Depending on your reports from Real Life Paying the game, sever-setup and how much trouble to go through to play with guildies I still await the release before making up my mind.
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Post by Elatan on Oct 25, 2004 2:16:37 GMT -5
Very nice indeed The only thing I would mention is the Valar Guild tab leads the Guild homepage to open in the same window ( replace the WoW page ) I like links to other pages open in a new window thus allowing me to close the new page without closing the original too. As it is now you will have to use "Back" to return to the WoW page and if you have been jumping around in the Guildpages you need to hit Back quite some times instead of just closing it. Not a big deal but since you asked for feedback ;D
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Post by Elatan on Oct 25, 2004 2:05:19 GMT -5
Nice Gwaihir, unfortunately ( or maybe not ) I have no ID code for any Blizzard game anymore but I do have signed another petition linked from the WoW forum.
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Post by Elatan on Oct 23, 2004 8:38:03 GMT -5
I have not been restlessly waiting for WoW, following the debate and been active on boards and forums but simply been waiting to see when, what and where and in time find out if I was going to spend money on it.
If this forced region aint being changed before release I wont buy, pay fees and play it. It is really very simple for me. I have no intensions and lust to start all over in a new game from scratch, finding decent people, get to know them, establish myself in a new guild and then ( perhaps ) see the ban neutralized. Been there, done that, boring, period. Blizzard knows, and so do we, that guilds will play the game anyways, people who have followed the forums and development of the game for years will buy it no matter if ½ their guild can not join them.
We can discuss whether we as guild will or will not but in the end people will go there and why should they not. The best thing is finding what server most of those who wants to play WoW can join and the rest wil have to make the best of it somewhere else.
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Post by Elatan on Oct 22, 2004 16:51:55 GMT -5
What to say about this ? Of all the silly excuses for using low budget out off date hardware Blizzard gives a half woven out of tune song about care for its users.
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Post by Elatan on Apr 5, 2005 11:37:58 GMT -5
It was not easy to leave DaoC, I met so many great people and very few A.... and "made my name known" I had so much fun in that game. It is really a game for grouping and doing things together + the ultimate PvP setup for defending your land I got ( and get I suppose ) very attached to my toon/s but over time the game changed with the addons and expansions and I felt it became a constant race to get the latest biggest roughest toughest best items. It did not matter much if you were a nice guy if you did not have the right spec or item. All at the cost of fun unfortunately. Besides that three years of playing the same game wore the spirit down. It was time for me to leave DaoC even though I felt like abandoning my toons and friends but I have keept the accounts though they are closed but selling is and was out of the question. Who knows, maybe one day I fancy a trip to the snowclad hills of Midgaard again
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Post by Elatan on Mar 31, 2005 2:24:58 GMT -5
This is the final goodbye from Dusksinger in DaoC. DaoC had come to an end for me. It actually did some months ago. She wishes you all well with her last story from DaoC.
"Now it is time, time for Dusksinger to say Goodbye, for a long time I have been sitting under the oak in Haggerfel or wandering along the shore of the sea where I was born a long time ago. Old and aged have I been, many things have I seen and more I have heard. But it is time, those I knew and loved are gone, yes it is time and now I hear my Gods calling and I will be released from this world that has nothing in store for me anymore. Out in the freezing cold I shall go and finally return to what once made me"
"Only Youth think itself immortal and fearless it lives untill it one day finds the years have gone and memories is all thats left, then Death will be the redeemer. So is life and that is good"
With slow movements the old woman got up, looked around with bleary eyes for two old axes that could use a sharpening, found a pair of old black leather gloves she held dear and then she shuffled towards the Oppland-gate. A guard looked strangely at her when she asked him to open the gate. "What you want out there granny, its no place for an ol`fool like you. You go and rest at the fire instead" But perhaps he saw something scary in the old womans wrinkled face, perhaps he saw a ghost of yesterday, perhaps he saw death in shining blue eyes, a young woman with strong arms, a supple body and in black-gloved hands two deadly axes. In any case he mumbled an excuse , opened the gate and let her pass out into the snow while he looked down.
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Post by Elatan on Sept 7, 2004 1:44:11 GMT -5
Aiya, This was made as an tribute to the snowclad forests in Odins Gate and Uppland ( part of the midgardian frontier in DaoC ) while I was stealthing around with my Shadowblade waiting and scouting for a poor lonely enemy to kill, or an invading army to report. These areas are just so great made with fantastic vievs and expecially when its night ( gamenights ) and the moon is hanging low over the trees. I have always been a winterfreak ;D Anyways, after I made it I thought; Hey this could actually be an Elvish tribute to the winterforest or Yavanna . We hardly ever hear of winter in Tolkien and it is always Varda the Elves praise but does Yavanna not deserve it once The Green lady in the White dress Walking with you in the squeaking creaking winterland We have a love affair Only known to the silent stars. The sweet fragrance of your green and leafy hair. Covered with snow so white Here where my earthern heart lies burried beating and locked Wrap me in your arms forever Deep is my faith and pure is the swaying light On breezes from the forest heart That shines inside and guides my way In solitude when summer comes I`ll walk by the forest river Thinking of the love we shared In the squeaking creaking winterland Longing for the bitter winds To dress you up again my fair And even if I came in sight of paradise what prize I then would pay To walk in the squeaking creaking winterland and feel once again before I die the sweet fragrance of your green and leafy hair Covered with snow so white
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Post by Elatan on May 3, 2004 11:54:34 GMT -5
I am an old romantic and sentimental fool but I can not help it The italic red text is to be sung. It is a story of a nameless young boy, death and love. It was written for DaoC and the realm Midgard of which Dusksinger is an inhabitant of. Bledmeer is the furthest away frontier castle, an often attacked one since it is closest to enemy areas. The boy is just a nameless boy, a memory, one of all the army dreamers who too late learn it is not all shiny helmets, glory and priceless. BOY. The old boys are leaving, leaving one by one. Where young birds go flying, spread your wings and run. Over land and sea I`ll come fighting for you. Over land and sea, a dawn is breaking for us. Sweet is the breeze over Midgard. The morning awaits you there.[/color] Kissing his girl friend goodbye and waving to his mother. Proud he walked to the gathering point. His sword was new and shining in the first ray of light breaking over the hills. His bow was strong and his quer full of arrows. Oh how he wanted and had been longing for this day. Too young he was the Officer said, You are just a boy, still wet behind your ears. But this year he turned 18 and no one could say he was too young anymore. GIRL. Good happiness is shared. Lost in a web of changes. This could be the last dance Waltzing in the wind Till the minstrel comes to save us.There he kissed her goodbye to follow his dream. Tears came up in her eyes. The whole long warm summer she had been with him. Joy and folly in the coloured fields and she loved him dearly. Too long it was to winter solstice when he should return. To her. Until then she would cling to the memories of the pale warm nights lying below the cloudless sky. MOTHER. As I walk these shores I am the history within. Crushed by a million suns Here the heart of you lies Take this hand I will always protect you
But it`s one short road from the darkened craddle To the endless light of day. He walked down the aisle of his childhood And the frontdoor opened and the men came walking With heads of silver and eyes of grey.For years she had known this day would come. The day when her son would leave and follow the call of his heart. She remembered him as just a little boy, tumbling around with his wooden sword and shield. Crying for her when he fell in the rough play. If just he never had grown up. If just he could have been her little boy forever. Safe in her arms. Needing her. But years go by and nothing stays forever as it was. Yet it was with a heavy heart and with regrets she saw him wave goodbye with a happy sunshining smile on his face. That smile always had broke her anger or yelling at him. His girl friend cried but she swollowed her own tears and turned around. She would not ruin his happiness but her heart was grieved and heavy with sorrow. BOY. The road was long, our steps new The storms of innocense Strong and fresh they blew We stood like gods before Our maps and plans that morning dawn.
We stood in line we laughed In silhouette on the frosen ground The place we loved the best That was our final time out in the West But all things must change So don`t look back, just walk away.He stod in the courtyard and the clamour of battle outside frightened him but he held his spirit high. Not one arrow had he loosened yet and his sword was still unused. The officer called his group to the walls and with his comrades he climbed the stairs to the battlement. Up here the noice was louder and he heard clearly the cries of battle, pain and death. He dared a glimps out the arrow slit and saw people lying in blod stained dust and his new friend trying to reach safety. Crawling. But the young boy newer reach it before a tall and broad enemy hewed his head in two, smashing his head, with a great dobbelbladed axe. He reached for his bow and nocked an arrow, stepped sidewards for aiming through the arrow slit when another arrow from outside hitted him deep in the chest and he fell backwards down on the wooden floor. Blod began to pour out coloring the wood while he looked up in the sky. So blue it was, darker in the east promising the early evening and night. It was already cold. Had it been snowing ? he could`nt remeber but he thought so because it was wet benieth him but what strange color the snow had. Maybe it was not snow but he was lying out in the strawberry fields with his girl friend. He thought he heard his mother calling him home but it was so wonderful out here under the sky. He looked up again and high above an eagle was flying, circling around right above him. As he watched it it climbed higher and higher, flying free in the wind. ”Look my dearest friend, Look at the eagle” but she was not there. Where had she gone ? Now she missed the breathtaking wiev of the young eagle. Higher it went and was nearly out of his eyes range. He tried to turn his head and look for her but he could not take his eyes away from the bird as it slowly vanished out of his sight. GIRL. Now the autumn leaves are falling we`ll meet on the edges. Memories, no regrets. Now the minstrel boy is calling.MOTHER. What kind of heroes here for us now Dark the day, dark the night low hang the lights over Bledmeer. This night will day see no more.BOY. The old boys are leaving Leaving one by one Where young birds go flying Spread your wings and run. But over the fields by the hard stone walls An eagle will come no more.CHOR. But as long as I can see the morning and blossom comes to bud again in spring It`s enough to keep me still believing your memory is everything.----------------------------------------------------------- Thanks to C. and R. Macdonald and the crew of Runrig for over the last 20 years providing, to me, the most wonderful poems and melodies of which I have freely used directly and indirectly for inspiration.
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