Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Art Binge Continues...

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Did some more new stuff, and also still working on my old ones. Here's a few:


Sleepy Pitch. Still a WIP. The funny doodle on his back was going to be a Shaur/Alanon head, but I think I'm gonna leave it as just Pitch. Cleanup process starting soon.



This was just a quick tracing of a screenshot that I colored for practice. I kinda like it.



It's a druid trio!! From left to right- Pitch, Alanon, and their sister Jahira (who is my sister's character). Inking and possibly coloring to start soon-ish. Also, I did this in one day, at work while on breaks. Fun stuff!

Trying to think up some stories, but Artz has taken over my brain. To see what Pitch, Shaur and Co. have been up to, check here.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Just a few things...

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My raiding guild got Festergut and Rotface down. As you can see, Barraccus did not sit out this time.



Yay, I finally have this title on somebody! (Omygolly it's about time!)



Oh Pitch, what am I going to do with you? >.>



I thought this was pretty.


Going to go pass out now. BAI!

Friday, March 26, 2010

Changes and stuff

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Forgot to mention some things in my last couple update posts. Firstly, Pitch has a new title:



He'll probably never use that title, but it's fun to have it. I mean, come on- Elder Pitch? And yes, he's in a guild now. I totally made a vanity guild, just so he could have that tag in-game. Hehe.

I have since gotten my tauren warrior Taurron transferred, and went ahead and faction-changed him to boot. He's now a human, with my raiding guild on Gilneas. Hey, maybe now I'll level him. >.>


He's got an ebon gryphon now too, which is going to keep the same name his wyvern had (Tobar). I have no idea what to name his horse. Ah well. Barraccus immediately started spoiling him, with a Cold-Weather Flying book and some new shoulders courtesy of the stone-keeper shards he'd been hoarding. Hurray for quicker leveling, right?

Lark is up to 34 and still going. I was going to try for getting her Gnomeregan/Monastery quests done today, but technical difficulties said "No!" I'll try again tomorrow, I think.

My Gilneas guild has been going through some changes, some maybe good, others not so much. Barraccus sat out for last week's raids, for starters. I'm having mixed feelings about it all. We've reached the point that between our guild members, and the people we're allied with, we have too many for the 10-mans but not enough for 25s. I wasn't happy at all for being benched, but on the other hand.... The last few raids I wasn't really into it, since I wanted to be on Feathermoon. Distractions like that are not good when you're still working on ICC's first wing. But I also feel we're pushing too hard. We've mostly gotten everything figured up to Saurfang, but we still have trouble on some fights. Now the GM wants to push on to the Plague and Blood (?) wings. Frankly, I don't think we're ready. We need to be doing the content we know we can clear, to get our people geared up and work on our teamwork. But hey, what do I know? :P

Going to stop right there, because I don't want to start a rant. So, gonna leave you with a little new art. First, have a Lark/Tuah pic.



And I finished that Pitch/Lark picture. In the interest of keeping my blog family-friendly, I'm linking from my deviantArt page. Here you go, hope you like it!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Pitch: After The Day Ends

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Just had mega-awesome RP tonight, and I wanted to get this down while it was still fresh. Too much going on to explain what's happening- will provide linkage when I'm not brain-dead, I promise.
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Pitch padded into the Pig, wishing he could clear the smell from his nose. Lark sat on the steps inside, brushing Tuah out. He came up to her and stopped. "I am tired," he announced wearily. "And I am extremely tired of smelling death." Lark raised an eyebrow at him, then set the brush aside. Tuah grumbled when she pushed him with her foot, but he moved. Lark turned toward Pitch. "Come here, babe," she said. Pitch raised his own eyebrow with a half-hearted snicker. "Babe?" He unshifted, then sat down on the step below her. She put her arms around him in a hug, then sat back and began massaging his shoulders.

Kalenedral arrived at the bar at that moment, waving at the pair before slumping into a chair. Lark nodded politely without pausing what she was doing. Pitch didn't even register her presence; he just sat still, eyes closed.

After a few minutes of silence, Lark pulled Pitch back against her, just holding him, as she asked him gently, "So what happened?" Pitch answered in a monotone. "Went out to try and find Bricu's family. Every lead we found was a dud, though, so we backtracked to Westfall, and I started trying to track." "Find anything?" He frowned. "Yea.... two dead bodies." He let out a long, drawn-out sigh before continuing, "Killed by magic, someone said that it looked like ritual suicide... I don't know, all I know is they stank like death and char."

He paused for a few moments. "And.... then I found the baby." "Bricu's baby?" she asked. He shook his head. "No, or at least I hope not. It, what was left of it, was hidden in a fox den." Lark raised an eyebrow. "What was left...?" Pitch nodded dispiritedly. "Dead, torn apart. We, uh, buried it out there."

He shook his head, sounding frustrated now. "I was the only one that could say if it was them, though. And I couldn't tell, Malorne blast it. Too much decay, and magic." She squeezed him gently. "You did what you could." Pitch snorted. "Don't think it was enough." Lark tapped him on the head. "Stop that. It wasn't your fault they died. If you couldn't... smell them, then you couldn't." He just grunted, sounding unconvinced.

After a bit longer she nudged him. "Come on, let's get you to bed." Pitch mmphed, but stood up. Lark gave him a push to get him going and steered him toward the door, saying goodnight to Kal as they went by. Pitch woke up enough to also say his goodnights, and they left the Pig, heading for his tiny apartment in the Park.

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Edit: Links! Here is what happened last night. There is also further background info here, here, and here.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Pitch and Lark Art teaser...

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So, I had this idea for a picture of Pitch and Lark. I've been working on it for over a week, in bits here and there, and I got it sketched, inked and mostly colored. It still needs a bunch of detailing, but I thought I'd show a little preview of it.

This isn't the whole picture (which is, umm, NSFW >.>), just a teaser. I will probably put the finished picture up here, or at least a link or something, once it's totally done. This is my first real attempt at drawing actual people, and while it's not perfect, I'm really happy with it so far.

*Clears throat*


Ta-da....



Saturday, March 20, 2010

Pitch and Lark (Last night)

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Lark waited until Pitch was breathing deeply and evenly in sleep, then she slipped from the bed and silently gathered her clothes. She dressed quickly, then came back to stand beside the bed, staring down at the sleeping druid for several minutes. Finally she shook her head with a near-silent sigh, then bent to give her side of the covers a quick straightening.

Pitch's breathing never changed, but she still wasn't really surprised when his hand snaked over and grabbed her wrist as she finished. His instincts were- if anything- better than hers. The single word he spoke was just loud enough to be heard, "Stay." Lark shook her head. "I can't." His eyes opened, looking up at her. "Why not? The people in Redridge, or wherever you're going, won't care if you don't report for work at the crack of dawn. Why don't you stay, for just one night?"

Lark bit her lip and looked away. She couldn't tell him, not yet. She made as if to pull away and his grip on her wrist tightened in response. She found herself fighting down the urge to strike him, even as she mentally cursed the one that had made her this way. She looked back at him despite herself, to find him frowning slightly, his face a mix of confusion and concern. "Lark?"

Slowly, she sank down onto the edge of the bed. He brought his other hand up to rub her back, as she quietly answered, "I.. I can't stay, and I can't say why. Please, Pitch, let it be." He just looked at her for a minute. "You're hiding something." His tone wasn't angry or accusatory; he was simply stating a fact and waiting for confirmation. She gave him a small, sad smile. "Everyone hides something. You haven't told me everything about yourself, either." He chuckled a bit at that. "I suppose I haven't."

Lark looked down, at his hand encircling her wrist. "Tell you what, I'll tell you my secret when you tell me yours." He squeezed again, gently, in reassurance, then slid his hand down to take hers. "Deal," he said as he shook it, and she grinned at him. "You're a clown, you know that?" He grinned back as he released her hand. "So I've been told."

Lark abruptly stood up. "I should go so you can get some sleep," she said. "If you have to," was his only reply. She went to the door, then paused with her hand on the knob. "You should come find me again, tomorrow," she said, apologizing in the only way she knew. She glanced back to see him still watching her. He nodded, and she slipped out the door and was gone.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

More Arts!

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Been on an art kick lately. Here's a couple new ones- first, Pitch and Shaur playing together. This one still needs work. Please ignore the mouse cord in the corner. >_<


And Pitch sprawled on his side asleep, because he's cute. And I couldn't resist the cheesy little smile.


I really like this one, planning on inking and coloring it with my new tablet. I'll throw the finished project up here when I'm done.

Got another sketch in the works, plus a couple more ideas. In fact, think I'm gonna go work on those now.... see ya!

Monday, March 15, 2010

Catching Up Again

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Hello there little blog. I haven't forgotten about you, really. >.>

My guild on Gilneas has gotten the first wing of ICC pretty much down. So last weekend after downing Saurfang, we went on to the Plague(?) wing.

Festergut and Rotface are UGLY. Just saying.

We couldn't get either of them down, I think we need a little better gear + coordination, but we'll keep trying. One attempt on Festergut got him to 4% before we wiped. 4%!!

I have been doing some major huntering lately. Lark has gone from level 13 to 20 in 3 days. I'm fairly impressed with myself. Also, I've found her possible theme song. >.>


This guy's name is Wynd, unless I think of something better. Also, I think I unintentionally tried to match her pet.

I haven't done much with my other alts. Andrano is 18 now, I got on him long enough to do a random dungeon which leveled him. I want to level Evirace and Davoss up soon, so they can run randoms too. Davoss will especially have a fun time, I think, seeing as how I'll be leveling him as a tank. Insta-queue ftw?

Trying to get in some RP for Shaurria soon, to show off her new skills. Alanon has started showing her how to heal, though I've been procrastinating about getting her dual-specced. She did get level 71 after both UK and Nexus, so she's a speedy purple birdy now!

Been writing a lot about Pitch and Lark, just tinkering with ideas, and I think I know what I'm doing with them now. Ought to be fun. Also, I need to get Lark around people so she can meet folks. Hmmm...

I've been having trouble with my hunters for ages, where the loading screen will freeze up when I try to log on. I ran a full repair thinger to try and fix it, and it seems to have worked. Now I'm off to re-install addons, and hope none of them screw it up again. >.>

Til next time, Happy Hunting!

Friday, March 12, 2010

Pitch: An Afternoon With Lark

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Pitch blinked down at the note in his hands. Shaurria peered over his shoulder, trying to see, but he let the hand holding it fall to his side. "Uh, Shaur?" he said. "I think I'm gonna go out this afternoon. You'll be all right by yourself?" She looked disappointed, but nodded. "Okay." He grinned at her and ruffled her hair, making the normal tangle much worse. "I'll see you tonight then, okay?" he told her, then walked off, leaving her trying to straighten her hair out as best as she could. She idly wondered where he was going and what had put him in such a good mood.

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Pitch stepped inside the little Eastvale inn and tavern and looked around, quickly spotting his target. Lark was sitting near the rear of the building, her back to the door. It was no trouble to move up silently behind her, and he was rewarded by her starting slightly when he dropped into the seat next to her. "Hey," he said in greeting, and she gave him a welcoming smile. "Hey yourself," she replied. "Didn't anyone tell you it's not polite to sneak up on people?" He smirked. "They probably did, but I wasn't listening," he retorted, then ducked as she swatted at him.

They bantered back and forth for several minutes before gradually growing more serious, with Lark asking Pitch several questions about his past. She seemed genuinely interested, so he told her a few tales of his life, including- to his surprise- the "bear story." Lark managed to keep from laughing, though it took obvious effort. As he finally ran out of things to say, she glanced at him curiously. "So what happened to your girl? Did you ever sort things out?" "Uh, yea," Pitch he replied. "For now anyway, we're staying just friends." She nodded, staring at her glass for awhile before looking back up at him. "So... would you be interested in another ear rub?" she asked, giving him a crooked grin. He grinned back. "I might."

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Evening was just starting to fall. Pitch lay in the winter-yellowed grass, his head in Lark's lap, as he fended off her attacks on his ears. He didn't mind, really, but the weather was quite nice for the tail-end of winter, and right now he simply wanted to enjoy the almost-warm day. And perhaps a little more conversation as well.

"I've told you some of my past," he said as he batted her hands away again. "Now how about something from yours?" Lark stopped, looking down at him with a suddenly serious expression. "Do you really want to know, or are you just trying to be polite?" she asked him. He just looked back at her, letting his own expression answer. Finally she shrugged. "Not so much to tell," she told him. "My brother was the hero in the family, until he died in the Shifting Sands. I was the... consolation, I guess, after his death." She tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice, succeeding mostly but not totally. Pitch raised an eyebrow at her, and she gave a half-shrug. "It really wasn't that bad. But to spend my whole life growing up hearing about all the things he did... It got kind of old after a while," she finished, a little sadly. "I always felt that I could never live up to his memory. So I left as soon as I could."

Pitch waited for a minute or two for her to go on. When she didn't, he gently prompted, "And then?" Lark shrugged again. "I had no money, so I wound up hiring myself out as a caravan guard, mostly. I've always been good with a bow." She paused, glancing at the black moonstalker lying nearby. "And then I found the first Tuah." She watched the cat affectionately for a few moments, then looked back as Pitch commented, "My sister did that too, she used the same name for her cats for a long time." Lark nodded absently, then shook her head a little and continued her tale. "Anyway, after several years I had saved enough that I could go wherever I wanted. I've been just wandering for the last five centuries, selling my bow when I needed the money."

"So, a mercenary?" Pitch asked. "I guess you'd call it that," she said. "Well, what about up north? Plenty of need for fighters there." Lark shook her head. "I haven't been to Northrend, and I have no intention of going there. I plan on staying as far from that fight as possible." Pitch cocked an eyebrow at her curiously. "Why, if I may ask?"

"Because....." Lark paused, searching for the right words. "Because if we win against the Lich King, what difference will it make? Will it really change anything? I don't see the point in throwing my life away in something that won't affect things in the long run." "But it will make a difference," Pitch cut in. "It will get rid of the Scourge, for one thing." "Will it?" Lark responded instantly. "Are you so sure about that?" Pitch sat up, turning around to look at her, then shrugged. "But why do you feel that way?" he asked her.

Lark sighed. "Because life is just one battle after another. If we finish off Arthas, another monster will take his place, and another after that. It never ends." She shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "You get tired of it after a while."

Pitch frowned, then pointed at her pet. "Well, what about him?" he asked. She gave him a puzzled look. "Tuah? What about him?" "Well, does he feel the same way? Would he rather live a life of peace and laziness, or one of adventure? Have you ever thought of that?" He paused, then added, "Not everyone dislikes a good fight, you know." Now she frowned, her face thoughtful. "No, I've never thought about that," she said slowly. Pitch gave her a small, tight smile. "Fighting isn't always a chore, you know. Sometimes we need a good battle, to remind us." "Remind us of what, Pitch?" she asked softly. His grin turned feral as he answered, "That we're alive."

Monday, March 8, 2010

Got a post around here somewhere...

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Wow, it's been a week since my last post. Blagh.

Kaled and Khaotic are finally in Northrend!! Got them to 68 earlier, then they shipped out to Howling Fjord. Gonna play around over there for awhile, then probably head to Borean in a level or two. I will hopefully farm up the badges for a couple heirloom bows for them soon, I've been procrastinating like crazy. But they do have their Cold-Weather flying!

I also spent some time on my troll Narzabeki yesterday, and finally got her to 20.


Haven't thought of a name for him yet, though Boogga's land mounts never got named either, so he might stay nameless. Oh well.

Shaurria is still sitting at 70, she has all the quests for Nexus/Utgarde Keep, so I'm thinking of running her through those before going back to questing. She has more or less officially met Alanon now too, so she'll be learning how to druid-heal! Gonna try to write up parts of that, we'll see how it goes. I'm thinking of getting her epic flying before her dual spec, though, just for faster questing. She'll need level 71 to learn her speedy purple bird, but after the instances she'll probably have that.

I've had a couple more story ideas involving Lark floating around in my head, so she'll probably be making an appearance again. I also, uh, might have rolled her as a character. >.> But I didn't have any hunters on Feathermoon Alliance-side, so this makes up for it. Right?

I want to get poor forgotten Andrano up to 20, so he can get his mount too, but haven't decided when I'll do that yet. Hopefully he'll get there soon.

Been listening to a bunch of random music lately, and I've come to realize that Arvoss would probably listen to something a lot like this. Enjoy.