Almost Halfway There

So, I feel like a slacker. Lots of things have happened in the legacy house. So much so, I'm not quite sure where to start.

Well, let's see. JC turned out to be a much better husband (and father!) than I thought he would. He stuck with his job as a police officer, and eventually was promoted into the detective/spy branch, just like he wanted. For a while, he actually looked kind of dashing in his uniform. He cut his hair, was constantly working out, and kept a pretty good income coming in.

Sybil had two children, Celandine and Warden. Both of them got the hereditary blonde hair with the red tips that's been in the family for a good many generations now in some form or another. Celandine, the eldest, got the genetic marker as well, which made me happy. Warden didn't, getting his father's blue/grey eyes instead, which was also fine by me, since technically he's not really important for the legacy. Not yet, anyways.

Both children grew up in boarding school, which made it easier to manage the house in the elder days of Virgil and Mary, while JC was working so hard to rise in the ranks of the precinct and Sybil was being.... Sybil. Training horses, I think. She was kind of lazy, actually.

But then Celandine and Warden came home from boarding school, all grown up and ready to be productive. Celandine fell in love almost instantly with the family butler, Rian Bates, and they were soon engaged. Probably one of the most romantic engagements I've ever seen in my Sims games. Made me smile.

They had a simple, private ceremony, and she was pregnant soon after. I am so glad Sims never have to deal with fertility issues. She had a son, whom I named Fedaykin (had Dune on the brain, no regrets), who has his dad's black hair and darker skin, but still has those yellow eyes. An interesting mix, and if he gets his dad's cheekbones I'll be happy.

Warden managed to seduce the alien who kept hanging around the house, and after a while they too were married, and Vofura had a daughter with Warden whom I named Tan-loc. Not sure where it came from, but it sounded like something an alien would be named.

I may have tinkered with her skin tone a bit. Just don't like that green skin. Wanted her to come from a warmer planet. The baby doesn't look half bad though.

In the end, Fedaykin and Tan-loc are so far the sole members of Generation 9 - and then it will be 10 coming up before I know it.

It's all downhill from there, they say. Please don't glitch out.

It's Not a Party Unless Someone Dies

So to celebrate her engagement to JC, Sybil really really wanted to have a bachelorette party. This was a feature introduced in the Generations expac which I hadn't  tried yet, so I gave it a shot, for curiousity's sake. I invited her aunts and any other young females she was more than moderately acquainted with, and they all went to the bar owned by JC. Turns out he was working there that night, so that was a bit ... awkward. Not that Sybil was planning on doing anything unsavory or unfaithful, mind you, it just put that nagging feeling of being watched in everyone's mind. "Don't get too crazy, the groom's watching!"

But he wasn't paying any attention, engrossed as he was in washing the dirty glasses. I couldn't get over his outfit though.  That sense of style.... if it can be called that - I will never get over it. Poor man. Or maybe, poor everyone else and he's just a fashion genius. I still don't know exactly what material that suit was supposed to be made out of. It was nice to see him trying to be a productive member of society though, instead of just lazing about.

Regardless, everyone showed up, even a bunch of women she hadn't invited, and the bouncer decided she'd rather play foosball than guard the door, so all sorts of women were there jumping around and giving toasts to Sybil and her future with the bartender. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and then I got the notification that the 'Male Cowboy Dancers' had arrived. Oh boy. Who asked for them? I was afraid things would get ugly, what with JC downstairs mixing drinks while Sybil slow-danced with the cowboy, but no one seemed to care much, much to my surprise. Perhaps JC knew there was nothing harmful to it? Still, I don't know. All I know is when JC and Sybil try to slow-dance, they do nothing but step on each other's toes. This guy was a dancing master and had her spinning in circles, bending backwards, all sorts of things. All while hip-hop blared through the bar's sound system. It was quite the juxtaposition.


And while I may have complained about JC's outfit of choice, Sybil's surprised me. I had designed a nice little party dress, thinking I could get her to wear that to the party, but as soon as it officially started and her guests started showing up, she changed into this short little number and I was so surprised I let her keep it instead of forcing her back to the outfit I had planned. Huh, the way this game works sometimes if I had tried to change her clothes back that would have probably somehow ended the party and everyone would have left five minutes after they had shown up.


Apparently, my legacy family cannot have a party without someone dying. It's happened three times now, no matter where the party is held, one of the guests always decides to die. I've no idea who it was this time, all I know is everyone was upstairs dancing, even JC, when all of a sudden someone decided the dance floor was the best place to go. Everyone was quite shocked, and the look on the dancer's face in the back made me giggle. He looked so sad.

JC looked pretty upset too, and if this had been a game with more real world problems, I can imagine him thinking "Oh I hope I don't get sued for this..." I mean, the whole town knowing that someone died  at your bar isn't exactly the best advertisement. Unless he redoes the whole design of it in a dark gothic look, and then it can be a 'haunted' bar. I wonder if I could mover some of the remains from the cemetery over so that some ghosts might decide to hang out? Or is that sacrilegious, to exhume and move remains simply to add atmosphere to a bar? Might drum up business a bit. Hmm. Not a bad idea......



The Grim Reaper showed up and collected her, whoever she was, and everyone soon went back to partying, despite some lingering bad moodlets. But the despair didn't last for long, and soon everyone fine, dancing and chatting and toting their drinks around. I thought the party was going really well, minus the death, of course (but you can't help everything). I was hoping the whole time that despite the death the guests would think it had been a great party since that was Sybil's wish at the moment - for everyone to have a good time. I wonder if the woman who died had fun?

Anyway, they ended the night with JC spraying Sybil with a bottle of champagne. Sometimes I love the facial expressions in this game, and JC's in this pic is priceless. He's having so much fun ruining her dress.

The next morning, which coincidentally was Valentine's Day (or Love Day as it's called in the game), Sybil and JC ran off to the nearby beach to get married in a small private ceremony at dawn, but it started hailing (silly unpredictable spring weather) and they were forced to retreat to the nearby covered shelter to finish the ceremony.

She's pregnant by now, and I'm waiting to see what the little bundle of genetics looks like this time. I'm hoping it's a boy so that I can name him Perrin in honor of the golden gene-marker I've managed to keep in the bloodline thus far, but we'll see. That is, assuming he has the marker. Sometimes it skips a generation or so.

Yes, he really did wear that to the wedding. I had to giggle.

Sybil and Her Man-thing.

Sybil, the current heir to the Morel legacy,  is an equestrian, like her forebear Mia. She loves her horse Gaucho and had already won several advanced races before she even graduated from high school. However, this has nothing to do with Gaucho. This has to do with the guy she met while in high school named JC Grayson. Now, unfortunately, I didn't take any pictures of JC when he was younger, because he was nothing more than your typical awkward teenager - chubby, bad hair, clumsy and unimpressive. Nothing to write home about. One day Sybil came home from school all flushed and excited - JC was now her boyfriend. Again, nothing to be alarmed over, so I didn't worry about taking any pictures.

Until, that is, when JC graduated high school Now he's .... well, let's just say he's interesting. Definitely one of the more colorful figures in town.  He owns the local bar and acts, all of sudden, like he's some cool tough guy. He wears his shirts open, hairy chest and all, and his hair full of grease, and he looks for all the world like some guido. By the way, if you don't know what a guido is and go to that link, definition #3 is particularly fitting, I believe. Too bad sims all have the same relative accent. I'd love to throw a pseudo-newyorker's twang on him. Let's hope he doesn't turn into a raging alcoholic or a wife-beater :( 

He loves working out and messing with cars, and he pretends that he can play guitar. None of those, inherently, are bad things. I'm just wondering if Sybil knows what she's gotten herself into with this one. He's not a bad looking guy, don't get me wrong. I'm actually interested to see what turns up in the gene pool from this. It's just that the family tree hasn't always been as stable as I'd have liked, and there have been several splits when I'd have preferred the couples to stay together.


I know it sounds bad, but while I watched him propose, there was this cliffhanger feeling. I don't know how it's going to turn out for them. There have been lots of times when I thought I had it all in hand for that particular generation, and everything fell apart in the blink of an eye (I'm looking at you, Lily Lassiter). And then there were other times when I was sure things weren't going to work, it was all going to crash and burn, but somehow, they survived, pulled through, and came out okay in the end. Kind of like life, I guess. They say art mimics life, right? Or is it the other way around?

Here's hoping things turn out okay for Sybil and JC.

And that I can actually make it to gen20 without my file corrupting.

Two Things

  So far, two things have happened in the Morel household. Aegon has died, this time of old age and completely naturally, in his sleep at the ripe age of 95 days. Mojo did not plead for him to stay this time, although you can see from the plumbob in the screenshot that he was witness to the death, if rather out of sight behind the desk. Aegon's wife Jodie, who had been separated from him for a while, had moved back into the house now that Virgil's other five siblings are grown and on their own, and she and Virgil watched Aegon leave. I am trying to remember how many sims have died in this room, in that bed, passing in their sleep. At least three, now, with Aegon. I should probably redecorate or something. Maybe it's the wallpaper that's killing them.

 Virgil mourned his passing after a quiet graveside funeral. It is still the depths of winter, and the snow was so deep it came up to the seats of the park benches. I had the Morels buy the cemetery when they first came into their vast wealth, and since then I have rearranged it a bit so that they have a private, fenced area, shaded by oaks in the summer and lit by lamplight in the winter, where all the ancestors and forebears of the family are interred. So far I haven't put any siblings in plots, but only because they usually end up moving out before they die, and it's impossible to procure ashes off another lot.

Jodie, Aegon's widow, has been a bit senile lately and has taken to wandering about in the snow. Then, rather unexpectedly, this happened:

I've no idea where Jodie is, or how long she will be gone. But for now, the Others have her.

Back from the Dead

Today, something unprecedented happened in my legacy game.

It all started with Aegon tinkering away at his workbench, as usual. His granddaughter Sybil was off at the school dance, his son and daughter-in-law were upstairs watching tv. Then, something unfortunate happened. An explosion echoed throughout the basement, and Aegon ran screaming up the stairs, on fire.

Aegon makes a run for the shower.

I tried to get him to the shower in time to put himself out, but I didn't think about how far apart the shower and the workbench are, and how he had to use the elevator to get up from the basement. He jumped in the shower, but it was too late, he had burned to death.

The Grim Reaper appeared, and despite the cries of Virgil and Mary, and the pleading of the ghost of Aegon himself, it was no good. Death ordered Aegon to go away.

The fiery ghost of Aegon,

Then, Mojo, the cat, who had been adopted by Aegon when he was just a little kitten, did something unexpected. He walked up to the Grim Reaper and put up such a howling and crying that the Reaper ... gave in. He brought Aegon back. I didn't even know that was possible, much less for the cat to be the one responsible for bringing him back.

Mojo, the cat who saved Aegon's life.

Aegon is still old, 92 to be exact, and he will probably die again soon, this time permanently, unless the cat intercedes on his behalf again. Until then, though, I will remember what happened today.

Winter has Come

Sybil and Gaucho ride home from school

Winter has come to Appaloosa Plains. I think I have decided that it is my favorite of the seasons in the game. So peaceful and calm; everything seems to be sleeping.

The Legacy House in winter, all bedecked with lights.

Winter is Coming

This was a foggy morning in late autumn in my Sims' neighborhood. There was a frost on the ground, the trees have lost most of their leaves, and the streets in that early morning hour were quite deserted. It was so peaceful I couldn't help but go all over the town and look at how still everything was.

Mary Mary, Fey and Fairie

So Virgil finally worked up the nerve to propose to his longtime girlfriend, Mary. He picked a super romantic place to do it, too - in her grandmother's kitchen. Glad she said yes, now it's on with the wedding planning and forward to the next generation! I'm beginning to wonder about this girl, but more on her later.... I'm just not sure she's as top notch as some of the other spousal choices have been.

And how did this happen, you ask, when just the other day I announced how the house was full and there was no room for Mary? Well, about that - Virgil's parents, Aegon and Jodie have gotten divorced and Jodie moved out, taking most of the children with her. Apparently the stress of all those children in the house was too much for Aegon, who basically tossed her out with nothing. Unfortunately it seems he's got more of his father in him than Lily would have liked to see. Here's hoping Jodie's okay.

Virgil and Caesar stayed behind, but Jodie took Caesar's twin sister Sol, and the grade school-aged triplets Ash, Cypress, and Willow with her. Jodie got a house just up the hill, overlooking the legacy house, actually just next door to Aegon's brother Aemon's house. Not sure if the game does that by default, or if that was the only house in the game large enough to hold all those kidlets.

Virgil and Mary had a small wedding on the back patio, by the pool, and I was a bit put off that she didn't even have the decency to wear a dress. What kind of wild child have I brought into the Morel family?

Virgil Morel, P.I., and His Myriad Siblings

Hopefully no one is watching.

Virgil, first born son of Aegon and Jodie Morel, upon finishing high school, decided he wanted to be a private investigator, so, curious, I let him do it. I'd never had a sim follow that career path. Turns out, being a P.I. in the Sims 3 is a lot of picking locks and digging in trash cans for evidence. And talking to people. Lots of talking to people.

 Not so much on stakeouts and photo evidence. Honestly, the lack of incriminating photo-taking surprised me. I guess I was expecting more Veronica Mars and less, well, less approaching the klepto breaking-and-entering socialite.

He also has the option to do 'low-level police work,' which, as it turns out, is just going to the police station and disappearing down that rabbit hole for a few hours.What does he do there? Paperwork? Reports? Drink coffee?

It was hard to enjoy the career as well because the house, at that point, was so.... full. There was Aegon and Jodie, the parents; Virgil, their young adult son; Caesar and Sol, the twin teens; and Willow, Ash, and Cypress, the triplet toddlers. Life was hectic indeed. So hectic, that it really started to take a toll on Jodie. She became incredibly absent-minded and couldn't seem to finish the simplest of tasks, and in the end, went back and forth between caring for the triplets and taking naps on the couch outside their room. I began to feel sorry for her.

The garden fell into ruin, and most of the plants are overgrown now. I tried to get Jodie to take care of it, like she used to, and I even managed to get Sol to help every once in a while, but Sol is a bit of a snob and doesn't like to get her hands dirty.

Aegon and Mojo

Aegon seemed absorbed in his work and did little to help. In fact, Virgil and Caesar did more to help than their father did. Willow and Cypress reached elementary age just fine, but Ash.... Ash not so much. He was the first Sim in this whole endeavor whom I was not allowed to pick a trait for upon his birthday. The game picked for me.  I was a little perturbed.

The house was incredibly crowded, what with the eight people and the tiny kitten, Mojo. In fact, Mojo was so tiny he usually got lost in the shuffle, and I had to make it a special point to make sure he was well looked after. He was a favorite of Aegon's. Well, I say favorite like there were lots of other kitties in the house. There aren't. Just little Mojo. In fact, I was beginning to wonder if the game was going to let me have pets again at all, after one of the horses was collected by social services. I still wish I could've appealed that. There was nothing wrong with that horse. But they took him anyway, and prevented me from adopting anymore animals for a couple weeks, which in game-time is of course a very long time.

But it is odd how just a while ago I was complaining about how big and empty the house was, and now, all of a sudden, it's bursting at the seams. Someone is always awake, there is always a mess somewhere, something is always broken - it's almost like real life, just ... worse. I refuse to add onto it. It's big enough as it is, and the only way to go from here is up, and I hate dealing with multiple stories anyway. I was actually thinking about downsizing the house once the family size goes back down. As soon as I can get some of these younger kids grown and moved out. The house is so full, Virgil can't even propose to his girlfriend and get married, because she'd have nowhere to live.



I have got to make some progress. I feel like the generations have really slowed down. At this rate, I won't make it to 20 before the deadline comes along.

In the Halls of Our Fathers

Dwarven RP in Lotro is not something I've had much exposure to. For a while, even, I was not sure I would even want to play a dwarf at all. They are a bit clunky looking in-game, to be honest, and I can't quite get over how similar they are in movement to some stubby ape. Tolkien's dwarves, in the text, were represented as sturdy folk, to be sure, but I'm not quite sure if that meant their arms had to be longer than  their legs.

/ahem
Moving on.

My curiosity over dwarven RP, regardless of the appearance of the dwarves, has always been there, and when I saw an advertisement on the Lotro forums for the calling of an Althing - a gathering of dwarves, much like the Nordic tradition for which it's named, my interest was thoroughly piqued. So I cornered my RP buddy and convinced him to roll a baby dwarf, and together we went to the Althing.



The Althing was to be hosted by three of Lotro's largest dwarven kinships, but due to some last minute issues with attendance, the turnout was rather small, so the gathering moved from the main court to the interior of the Frosthammer Clan's stoic hall. Snorrir, their resident skald, treated us to a naming of all the statues lining the entry-way, and the Frosthammers joined together in saluting the memory of their ancestry.

Once inside and comfortable before a warm fire, the Althing began in proper, with a court of sorts held to bring for grievances and settle disputes. Braldr, Lord of the Frosthammers, was sound in his judgement and wise in his words, as befits a dwarf of his years and standing. Snorrir, the skald, also told an amusing tale behind his moniker Shiningbrow.

My only disappointment is that the announcement on the forums promised a recitation of an original epic, in the Germanic edda style, and that never happened. I'm sure they are saving it for a larger crowd, as they are for the sparring matches and competitions, I'm sure. A handful of 75s against a handful of lowbies wouldn't be much of a contest.

 My young Thyrca, who is a very young dwarf, comparatively, was quite overcome by the nobility of the Frosthammers, and vowed to find a way to bring honor to his young name and come to the next Althing with a grand tale to tell.

Side Note: I toyed with the idea of rping Thyrca as a female dwarf, as all my other characters are and always will be female, but I settled against it due to lore issues that I found unavoidable. Also, the fact that you cannot have a beardless dwarf, and Tolkien is not clear on whether or not the female dwarves were bearded gave me pause. I can be quite the lore-monkey when appropriate. So I made the decision he was male, and whaddya know, two of the dwarves in attendance were female. /lesigh.
 

In the end, the Althing was smaller than intended, but I took comfort in that because of my unfamiliarity with dwarven RP (which is vastly different, it seems, from the rohirric/general RP I've been enjoying the past few months). The Frosthammers hope to host an Althing monthly, citing ancient traditions and whatnot, and hopefully, as time goes by and exposure grows, the Althing will become a keystone event in the realm of Landroval's RP community.


We could all use more RP.

Generation Five

Letting off steam.

Pascal and Aegon both took it rough when Mio died. It was just the two of them now - a very old man and a young teenager with a lot of grief and anger. Aegon had barely known his mother, Lily, who died when he was very young. He had never even met his biological father Rahad, and his step-father, Davon, walked out almost before Lily's body was cold and in the ground. It was left to Pascal and Mio, his grandparents, to raise the young boy, and when Mio passed away after 97 wonderful, full days, Pascal and Aegon suddenly found themselves alone in a very big house.

Father and son, but no family resemblance.

Pascal tried to be as much of a father figure to the boy as he could, and one of their favorite stress-relievers was to spar together. He let Aegon try whatever hobby he wanted to put his hand to - whether it was photography (he let the boy have his old camera from France), training the new foals (the last Mio had worked to breed out of her racing horses before she died), music, or sports. Aegon tried almost everything, and while he could accomplish almost anything he put his hand to, nothing seemed to help. He even tried meeting his biological father in the park one day, just to talk, but it didn't go well. Rashad had no interest in being a father to Aegon, who looked so much like his mother. Did Rashad even remember Lily, or was she just another in a long line of conquests? Aegon didn't know, and didn't bother to ask. The meeting probably raised more questions for him than it answered. At least he managed to keep up an awkward friendship with his half-brother, Aemon. They studied together a few times after school, and they were in the same class, but there was little more to it than that. Davon was nowhere to be seen.

Aegon did well in school, and his hobbies narrowed over time to photography and painting. Artistic talent seems to run in the family. Due to the great success of the family over the years, they were now considered the 'old money' of the city of Appaloosa and Aegon was never pressured to get a job during high school. He considered it, but soon someone came along to distract him from any thoughts of money or careers.

The perfect wedding.

Jodie. Aegon knew instantly that she was the girl for him, with her fiery hair and infectious smile - but would she accept him? They struck up a friendship, and after moving past the awkward teenage years, one happy day after they had both graduated from highschool, she agreed to marry him.  They were young and in love, and had a beautiful moonlit wedding in a pavilion by the beach. He had found his happiness, and she had found safety with the Morels, after her parents had tragically been infected with vampirism. Now they have a young son, Virgil, who has his father's eyes and his mother's red hair, and the future is wide open for him, the next generation in this family saga.

Pascal watches the whole story with pride, knowing his grandson has matured into a fine young man, proving that, where sims are concerned at least, how a man behaves is entirely up to him, and not the decisions made by those before him. Who knows what will happen for Virgil, the sixth in a long string of sims, and hopefully the predecessor of many more in the days to come?

I'm wondering how long it will be before Pascal finally dies. He's almost 110 now - an unheard of age for a sim set to a normal lifespan.

Yet More Family Drama: A Shocking Turn of Events!

It seems that this legacy game in the Sims 3 is turning out to be the most emotionally involved Sims game I have ever played.

Last time we checked in with my sims, the young mother Lily had just married, after an emotional break up with Rashad and the birth of her first son, Aegon, whom she had with Rashad and is illegitimate. Things were tough for a while, but she married Davon, a guy she met in town, and things started to become better. She became pregnant again and had another son, whom she called Aemon. Life seemed to be all well and good for all the Morels and the Lassiters.


Then, it happened. On a perfectly normal Sunday afternoon, Lily had gone downstairs to the kitchen to cook dinner for everyone, and I saw that the dishwasher was broken. I told her to repair it, and then turned my attention back upstairs, where Davon was working on a woodcarving and his stepson Aegon was painting. Next thing I know, I hear a horrible bzzzt noise and everyone rushes downstairs. I look to see what the trouble is, and there's Lily, curled up dead on the kitchen floor. I stared in shock. This was a horrible turn of events.

Death showed up and took Lily away, and left nothing but the urn sitting on the floor next to where she had died. Mio took her daughter's remains to the cemetery and put her on the family plot with the rest of her predecessors, and she stood there for a while and mourned. This was the first time I had buried a child before the parents in the Sims 3. I sat for a minute and quietly mourned with Mio. This was not how it was supposed to happen.

Everything was different after that. Davon, who had been a perfect gentleman before the death of Lily, took a bad turn. Maybe he was mentally unstable anyways, and couldn't handle life with his in-laws and his stepson while the memory of his young wife's death was so fresh in his mind. Maybe he couldn't stand seeing Aegon every day, who looked so like his mother. Maybe the house was too full of memories. Whatever it was, he couldn't handle it, so he gathered up his toddler son Aemon, took one last look at his stepson, who was sleeping fitfully, and walked out.  He got a cheap house on the other side of town, and despite Mio's attempts to contact him and try to convince him to move back in and help take care of his stepson, it is no good. I guess Davon never liked Aegon anyways, but was too enamored of Lily to say anything about her previous misfortunes with Rashad.


Now the big old house is very quiet, and Aegon spends his days trying not to think about how he is suddenly all alone in a house that is much too big for a little boy and his grandparents. This was not the way I had imagined my game going. I hope the grandparents live long enough for him to reach his teen years, otherwise my legacy game might be cut short.

WARC: Getting Organized

The Windy Acres Riding Club met again last night, and our numbers have grown a little bit. We had some new members, and took care of some administrative tasks to get better organized. After voting on the website for our uniform and team names, we put them into action in-game.

 The riding practice uniform is a combination of Arth-Crus and some Quilted Pants, dyed black. Kiralynn gave us freedom to choose our own shoulders, gloves, and shoes, and while we can't wear hats, we can wear headbands, so I chose the Boots and Gloves of the Eorlingas, and the Circlet of Men. No shoulders for me. I think they would take away from the fantastic look of Arth-Crus. My full look turned out rather dashing and smart, I think. I might change the boots though. They look a bit too chunky. There are some good slim knee-high boots in Dunland, if I remember correctly, but it is a long way still for baby Indy till Dunland. She's up to 35, so almost halfway there, but still, a very very long road. Got to stop messing around and seriously push through the levels. I can go back and grab rep/deeds later.

We decided on Heraldic colors for our team names, so we now have teams Argent, Sable, and Azure, and also the backup team of Purpure (captained by me!) Once we had finished all the team organization and decided on what time alternate practice on Saturdays should be (noon est!), it was time for our leader Kiralynn to go. Most people stayed though, and I ended up leading an impromptu practice for the new folk last night. I did a rough job of explaining what we were doing, but I think folk got the general idea, and in the end I think progress was made by all. We only made it through two formations, but for me, who had NO idea how to explain it the way Kiralynn explained it last week, I feel it went well. At times I felt like Marlin trying to retell that horrible joke about the mollusk and the Sea Cucumber.

 Practice will be each Wednesday evening at 9:30 EST and Saturdays at Noon EST. Contact Kiralynn ingame on Landroval or visit their website for more info.

On Youtube, She Is.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I've been working on leveling a new Indrabar on Landroval. Although I am well past the Lonelands now and into the thirties, while I was trudging through the Lonelands, I ran into a minstrel named Movaro. Turns out, Movaro is played by a guy called Dulayne, and he's doing a let's play series on Youtube. Consequently, Indrabar made her first internet debut as we ran together doing an escort quest!


If you're interested in his channel, check it out here. I've embedded the episode here, and Indy makes her first appearance at about 2:56, running by blithely like a true huntard. We group for a while and he moves on to other quests after I switch to another character. Most of his other videos are pretty fun to watch, so I recommend checking out his channel.

I must say, my first Youtube appearance is tons of fun to watch, but I can't help but see all the mistakes I made while I was running with him.

The Windy Acres Ranch Riding Club

I am not sure if I mentioned this before, but I started fresh on the Landroval server, and have been leveling several characters there. On the whole I love the milder attitude and general slower pace of that server, and the RP events add a bit of spice to the now familiar Lotro experience.

One such event, which was loads of fun, was learning to ride dressage in formation. Anyone who has grouped with me on Gladden, or who has read much of this blog, will know that I am something of an obsessive horse collector with Indy. Seriously, she has about 70 of them. So this event was right up my alley. My only problem is that the Landroval Indy doesn't have that many horses. In fact, she only has about five or six. Time to go get some, I guess!
 
We learned spacing first, and a few terms, and the leader of the event, Kiralynn, taught us how to ride in several formation patterns. I get the feeling the person behind the character might actually do a lot of work with horses in real life. Aldekim beat out the time with a drum, and hearing the beat actually helped stay in time, as silly as that sounds.


It took a bit more practice than I would have expected, but it got easier as the night went on. We will continue meeting at least once  a week and will hopefully be ready for a performance soon!

Play on Landroval? Interested in joining the Riding Club? Check out the website and contact Kiralynn on Landroval in-game!