Reduced Vision of Reality

Reduced Vision of Reality

Hide in plain sight. Don’t worry. They are focused. Too close. Too far. Oh they look. They look. But they won’t see. We are here. Perfect camouflage.
Obvious is oblivious. Forever. Planning. Scheming. Right under their eyes. Right in their midst. They fear. But no longer fear us. They fear the worst fear. The reduced vision of reality cushions them. Coddles them. Turns them against. If one finds the path. Finds the truth. Finds the lie. The others quickly act. Quell it. Squash it. Status quo. Say it softly. Status quo. A whisper here. A shadow there. Keeps them looking. Directs their gaze. We keep our hold and gain our might. The time runs short. Their final days.

1-13-12

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Christmas Eve Snow

Christmas Eve Snow

It’s getting real close now, It’ll be here real soon
December brings winter, and Santa Claus too

Windows are trimmed with tinsel an bows.
And all the lit candles makes everything glow

The kids are all anxious, their parents just sigh.
They smile it away, but keep watching the sky

Just one thing is needed. I think we all know.
That thick fluffy layer of white Christmas snow

It just isnt Christmas, it all changes you see.
With no snow on the rooftops or frost in the trees.

Don’t need a blizzard or roads slick with ice
But a couple of snow drifts sure would be nice.

Jack frost if your listening please put on your show
And marvel us all with some Christmas eve snow.

Slegar. 12-20-11

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From 1-5-10

One of the few things that I’ve finished.

I can see it all from up here. The comings and goings of everyone and everything in the city. And when I am here, rarely do any them bother to give me a single look,, or thought.
The cars beneath me zig and zag around each other. It seems as they are playing some sort of crazy game. Screeching, honking, slamming. They do not notice me.

These old buildings, at first glance, are still. Unmoving. But I know better. These brick towers hold and hide many things. Shades go up. go down. Flags flap violently in the breeze. Here and there hornets nests cling to the wall. Those I really watch.
Behind the panes of dirty glass ordinary, and sometimes not so ordinary people live out the lives they have. Most dont notice me. None of them care.

I watch this play out everyday. Everyday. The people change. The weather changes. But the action, the motion,,,it stays the same. I keep watching.

I really do have a good spot here. A smaller building. Old. Mostly brick. About half way up I found a ledge. Old, but steady. Narrow, but enough for me to crouch on.
Oh yes there many ledges I could use, but they would leave me out in the open. Out for all to see.
Most still wouldn’t see. less would care.
But there are some eyes out there I do not want on me.

My ledge is different. Hidden.
Just above my head is a large window. This window belongs to a girl. And as far as girls go, she is pretty. Very pretty.
This pretty girl above me has hung a long white flower box out of her window. Oh Those flowers. Almost as delicious as the girl.

As I crouch on my ledge the pretty girl’s flowers blockout the sun, but more importantly, keep unwanted eyes off of me.
But I can still watch. And I do. From my ledge, I watch.

Today, like yesterday (like everyday) I crouch on this ledge. Hidden by the flowers.
Listen.
The pretty girl is close now. I hear her singing. Right above me. She does not know I’m here.
So close. Just listen to her.
What would she do if she knew?
Here I sit. Silent. Watching
The pretty girl sings.

But then…
There she is.
My true target. The one I have been waiting for.
With the pretty girl’s tune still in my ears, my eyes and my full attention turn to the other girl below.

This girl is different from the one in the window.
This girl, although she does not see me,,, knows I am here. And that I’m here for her.
My pulse quickens. Excitement!

The new girl take a seat upon an old, cold wooden bench just off of the sidewalk. Alone.
All alone.

I take a quick look around.
I don’t think anyone has noticed me, and she is alone.
As I shift to the edge of my hidden ledge I take one more look around. No one sees. No one cares.

She knows I’m here. What is she waiting for?
I sit here in silence waiting for her move.
What she does next will determine my actions of this day.

I watch with almost unbearable anticipation as she reaches into her bag. Oh God, this is it!
Get ready
ready…

WAIT!
She don’t have it. She don’t have it!
I edge back into the shadow.
What do I do now? She don’t have it.
Think. Think now. I’ll have to try to…

There it is!!
She does have it!

Time to act.
It has to be now!

I dive off my ledge towards her.
Her back is turned. She wont see me.
When she does, I’ll be there.

Oh the sweet sweet silence of flight.

I spread my wings, and light on the ground in front of her.
She smiles.
I chirp loudly, then start my song.

The girl, my smiling girl,, tosses me her wonderful crust.
“Thank you” I sing
“Thank you”

Onward!

Onward!

The old Mage, Greylok, knows he is nearing the end of this long journey.
A few more miles and this life of the deadly grind will not only be behind him, but start to pay off.

Once at his destination, his true life will begin. Riches, and travels to far off lands with companions seeking the same adventures.
Most importantly, using his learned skills to slay the foul creatures of Azeroth bent on destroying all.

With this vision, Greylok pushes onward.
Onward, For the Horde

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But I’ll cry tonight

But I’ll cry tonight

Last night I heard Rainy Day Woman by Waylon Jennings. Still got it stuck in my head.

Based loosely on that rhythm, I came up with this waiting at a stop light.

Sometimes you don’t see it comin
It’s over like that, with none of those games
Looking straight ahead, never even shed a tear.

But sometimes it hangs on forever
Draggin you down every chance it gets
Tearing your heart as your whole world crashes down

Why must it linger
The feelings are dead, but your on my mind
I wanna find a lover and leave this pain behind

I got my eyes on tomorrow
Another chance in a brand new day
But I’ll cry tonight and be missing you once again

The feelings are dead but your on my mind
I wanna find a lover and leave this pain behind

Sounds ok. I’ll try to put some chords to it when I get home

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Leather Edition

Leather Edition

This weekend a couple of guildies were lookin for some 45-50′s to run a few dungeons with. My Druid fit right in there so figured I’d take him out for a spin and burn the carbon out.

Ever since I rolled the mage, ol’ Wootzenbock has been only used to pick flowers and skin for $$. And, he was always resto and just switched to feral.
Don’t really know much of feral, so I let them know that. They were cool with it.

I basically just dumped all of the cat skills into the tool bar. Other than the first couple, I don’t have much clue as to what they do or when to use them. But I figured I could claw my way thru till it made sense.

We got into Strathome which is great because it’s easy and lots o trash to practice on. And, the other guildies were also feral so I could get some pointers. It took a little bit but things started to make sense and a rotation came clear. Well, part of a rotation. Out of the 10-15 skills on the bar I used maybe 4.

There is so much going on that I really was just worried on mechanics. For the last few months 99% of my time was as a caster. This melee stuff was almost brand new again.
Mage routine: select target, cast Arcane blast until target is dead. Switch target, cast Arcane Blast until target is dead. Take your top Dps trophy and leave party.
The Druid though.. Can I prowl yet, am I close enough, am I behind the right target, is my DoT still up, how many little red dots I got, is my stomp ready… On and on. And thats with me only using 4 buttons!

Was it hectic yes. But fun. I think it was only hectic because I wasn’t used to it. If I get some playtime and get to know what and where and how to use everything, I think I could like this.

So with that, you probably know what happened. Yep.

Last night I rolled up a new Troll Druid.
Yes you heard that right. “troll” Druid. Aside from the stomach turning, wanna poke my eardrum out accent, the story that was told was great. I may have a new outlook on these Darkspear Trolls.
I know, I know I already have a Druid. But after turning to the cat I really feel I missed out on something. I think if I were to just jump into feral cat at level 50 I would not be as well equipped at playing as I would if leveled up with it. Learning the skills and learning the mechanics in succession is the key.
Should I pve? Pvp? In one more level I’ll be in Warsong Gulch. Maybe I will find that clawing the throat out of a gnome is more fun than smiting him from 40 yards out.

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Evil?

Just lying there alone. Even now, as motionless as he is, there is something dangerous about him. Almost like there is some sort of aura or in seen glow about him.

I look at the faces of those who had survived. Shock. Pain. It was there. But also something else.

All the evil, all the pain and grief they have ever known lies busted and broken in front of them. But there is no joy. No celebration.

“We should help him” .. a murmur in the crowd. They begin to stir.

Death had not quite come. But the blood that stains the sand is slowing as time and the breathes grow short.
As the eastern breeze flares the last of the fires, the crowd splits and three hooded figures emerge. Slowly the approach. All three kneel to attend to the downed warrior. Visible nods invoke more whispers from the growing circle.

With out a word one of the hooded stands. Two boney arms dart out of the cloak and make a few motions in the air. A few shrieks are muffled as a pillar of a pale blue light starts to form just to the right of the now quickly fading body.

Spiral

And with out a sound Simon grabbed the relic and slid it into one of the outer pockets of his satchel.
A quick glance behind, then moves twards the hatch. As he started to move he seen it, but before he could react, the bone like fingers of the single Raknoid were around his neck.

A slight gurgle came as he was lifted from the floor. His kicking became slower as the grip tightened.
“Traitorous! Traitorous!” hissed the bloodied creature. “Your lies did not go unnoticed.” looking the semi conscious Simon over. “You may have fooled the council with your wizard spells and pitiful pleas,, but you forgot one.”
With a violent shake the Raknoid broke Simon’s neck with and audible tear.

After taking the satchel, Simon’s lifeless, but still quivering body was thrown to the ground.
Sharp fingers easily tear open the leather bag, but then delicately pick the relic and place it back inside the Idol.

Temporarily lost in the relics light, the Raknoid snapped back to reality as a garbled voice from Simon’s communicator broke the silence.
“—-tain Simon, we have broken through the blackout an—- –have–your locatio—. Dis