Category Archives: Elevated Discourse

Eleventh Hour Challenge: Really, Truly The Final Call

I’m left with three orphan challenge areas and adversities for the Eleventh Hour Challenge on my paws. I’d just love to get them out the door and post a wrap-up of all the wonderfully amazing (and deeply humbling) writing that’s come out of these challenges, so if you’re feeling even marginally creative sign on up!

The original challenge is described here, Eleventh Hour Challenge.

Free to a good home! No unreasonable offer refused!

You really, really, really don’t want to see me cry. But I will if that’s what it takes.

Final Call! 11th Hour Challenge

Final call, peeps! I’m going to wrap it up today and post the final results tomorrow morning. The posts don’t need to be finished by tomorrow morning, but I’ll be closing up the assignments.

There are seven more left, so prod a friend / sign yourself up / sign a friend up / do it once more for good measure!

Eleventh Hour Challenge

Edit: Ahh, raspberries! A number of frantic emails later and I’m down to four entries left; I’m just keeping the damned thing open until they’re all gone :)

I Can Do Frontal Lobotomies, Too

Based on observation, conversation, and personal libation, I’ve reached an important conclusion:

Priests are drinkers.

That’s gotta mean something.


Eleventh Hour Challenge: Blasted Lands

Posted as my response to the Eleventh Hour Challenge:


Another season, another senseless war.

It seems as soon as I patch them up, the warriors and knights run headlong into adventure and knives and long sticks with pointy bits on the end and back they come for me to wrap them up again. The ceaseless sounds of battle echo in my head when I sit sewing, as I perform my small enchantments over weak blades- when I’m asleep, even! And in the midst of the noise and dust and fearsome clanging, back my companions come, bleeding and broken and battered as if I’d never ministered to them in the first place.

I’ve had it, I tell you!

My mind, I think, had been made up for some time when I saw it: tucked into a hillside in this place called the Blasted Lands. Red rocks basking in the sun around it, buzzards keening in the air, and always, always the sound of distant thunder threatening from the mountains. Even the occasional crystalhide couldn’t deter this feeling. I had come, at long last, home.

Pink Sky At Night, Sailor's Delight

Brother Mahar Ba at Nethergarde Keep has tried to deter me. He says the swirling portal to the south keeps spitting out weird creatures from Outland’s desert, and that the orcs are most pressing in their desire to keep the sanctum sanctorum of their heathen Dreadmaul Hold.

Mahar Has A Lot Of Explaining To Do

He’s told me the local miners are desperate for medical assistance- apparently there’s some trouble down the mine- which does not surprise me. When I attempted to find someone in charge in the Keep, the place appeared to be all but abandoned! Even their cellar was quite empty of provisions. These people need me.

Who's In Charge Here?

At last I might sit upon the rocks and warm my fragile bones in the blinding sunshine this place has in abundance. I might finally practice my sewing without the frantic hustle and bustle Dalaran offers without respite! Perhaps in time I shall even delve deeper into the art of enchantment.

And then when I stumbled upon my home- well, it was as though the Gods had spoken. Just needs a bit of mucking out.

Baby, If You Ever Wondered... Wondered Whatever Became Of Me...

I love this Blasted Lands place.

It is unchanging. It is immune from the vagaries of the hectic world. It is perfect, and here I shall stay.

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Elevated Discourse: Eleventh Hour Challenge

– Cataclysm Zone Change Spoiler Information Follows –

Cataclysm Zone Changes

Oh, The Humanity!

WE KNOW THAT multiple zones will be destroyed, remade, or otherwise rendered differently once Cataclysm drops on our delicate little noggins. So far as we know, those zones are:

  • Darkshore
  • Azshara
  • Darkwhisper Gorge
  • The Barrens (South)
  • Stonetalon Mountains
  • Thousand Needles
  • Stranglethorn Vale
  • Blasted Lands
  • Felwood
  • Ashenvale
  • Durotar
  • The Barrens (North)
  • Desolace
  • Feralas
  • Eastern Plaguelands
  • Wetlands
  • Westfall
  • Swamp of Sorrows

We’ll miss these areas when they’re gone, and sit around the Inn in Ironforge talking about how newbs these days don’t appreciate the lushness of Thousand Needles and wouldn’t know Auberdine if it fell on their heads.

With that in mind, I’d like to issue an open challenge out there for all bloggers to visit a randomly assigned area and run with it… with a catch. Your character’s mission, should you chose to accept it, will be complicated by a randomly assigned obstacle, tribulation, and/or dilemma facing you in your exploration.

The List of Adversities is is already created, but I’m keeping it under wraps so that everyone’s approach to their tribulation can be a surprise.

THE CHALLENGE: Visit, on your main or a beloved alt, your given zone. Record your thoughts in a visual, verbal, aural, or any other way while referencing your given obstacle (and any successes or failures with which you meet).

THE LOGISTICS: Email me at or post a comment here to get your Zone & Tribulation. Post your results on your blog!

Aaaaand… go!

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Elevated Discourse: The Explorer Task

Can't We All Just Get Along?

THE LAZY SNIPER’S own Jaedia recently posted an open-air challenge, the Explorer Task:

Take your character on a journey around Azeroth and Outlands… I would like to know when you visit a certain area or zone, how your character feels and reacts to their surroundings. Take a few screenshots to share as you go, or if you’d rather not, don’t. It’s entirely upto you how you handle this project. If you don’t RP, you can just put yourself into your character’s shoes and imagine how YOU would feel and react. Take the idea and run away with it.

I had to take a crack at it. Liala’s main motivators are: anger, hunger, more anger, healyness, and swearing, which made her the ideal candidate. Add to that the hot, spazzy feeling battlegrounds invariably invoke within my soul, plus a true story, and it wrote itself.

Liala flattened her back to the wall as the Taurean thundered by. “Goddammit,” she muttered under her breath. She crouched quickly into the shadows, willing the shaggy beast to pass by. “Nothing to see here, move along.” Liala opened her eyes to find him miraculously gone, an empty field stretching ahead of her beyond its frame of purple trees.

Breathing a prayer to any God listening, the elf marshaled her limited forces and pulled away from the wall, heart pounding. Behind her lay a house.

A smoke-wreathed cottage- charming in any other corner of Azeroth- held uncertain death, its open door leering suggestively. Were there more inside? What was lurking behind that quaint fountain? Was that a susurrus from the bushes?!

There- allies in the field! She ran towards them with a pathetic relief bordering on tears, throwing up grateful bubbles that shone in the sunlight. The grass turned yellow and then gave out to dusty rubble under their feet, mossy boulders changing to craggy sandstone as they ran, silently intent on their goal.

The forbidding terra cotta walls of the fortress rose before them.

Red flags draped over the battlements and hung in tattered banners over a small road disappearing around the back of the fortress. Liala followed the group as they raced up the path, sternly ignoring her internal misgivings.

As they crossed into a small collection of outlier shacks and tumbledown spare parts, she stopped suddenly, her head spinning.


Rogues materialized out of thin air, racing about the stricken priest. Her fellow allies hesitated not a moment, but ran ahead into the dark void of the fortress. The rogues danced giddily back and forth around Liala, slashing and darting with unholy relish as they sapped her will to continue. Unable to move even a finger in self-defense, she slid, lifeless, to the ground.


Back to the shimmering twilight world of this strange Azerothian outpost which seemed so queerly disconnected from the outside world. No paths in. No paths out. Liala gripped her staff until her knuckles whitened and tried to ignore that last thought, face burning with rage and humiliation.

She waited silently, looking over the cliff in the vain hope she might suss out approaching death from this bleached-out realm, just this once.

With a flash the twilight world disappeared, reality once more blazing its bright colors, the wind snapping the blue and gold flags on the stony castle behind her. Instantly she threw up her hands to bless those around her.

“l33thealz, priest”

Liala blushed and hid her smile behind her staff. “Thanks :)”

The very trees grew pinker around the edges, the cliff below the graveyard shook itself and took on the aspect of a gentle incline. The fearsome warriors standing beside her looked more noble, more powerful, in that instant than she had ever seen them.

“… NOT!”


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