To Be Fair…

I did warn you this would happen.
Well, Let me explain what actually happened.
The short answer: I needed a bit of time to play other games.
The long answer: A combination of bad circumstances happened. First, I love PvE, not specifically in WAR, but in general. In war, the only really good pve is in the special dungeons, like Gunbad, and those require groups.
Which leads into the next problem. Only a few of my “permanent” group are ever on for very long, or are on when everyone else is.

Thus, to scratch my pve itch, I had to explore some other games.

Those are the main reasons. That and because my main is tethered down until those others get on, cause I’m the highest level by two.

As for my Zealot…well, rhyming is hard, and the rp server is only really fun with a guild or other players.

To make up for all this…screenshots!

Hanging out on a cliff, after a hard day of looting.

What? I like cliffs!

Why a Zealot, among other topics

Day 2 of roleplaying a zealot:

First off, impromptu rhyming is hard, and I mean really hard.

Second: It’s a good  idea to start off with more than just a gimick style premise. A history of some sort. It doesn’t have to be complicated.

For example: Lmeas was born and raised in the mountains. His mother often sang and read poetry to him, wanting him to be a little bit more than just a tribal nut bent on killing things. She wanted him to be a smart tribal nut bent on killing things.

And you see? Suddenly, Lmeas’s rhyming and career choice make sense. He’s smarter than your average marauder. And I came up with that in the two minutes it took to write it. That’s all it takes.

As for my decisions, since I absolutely love to explain my choices, here are some reason

First off, role-playing wise, the Zealot can probably get away with a lot. They’re crazy, but they’re magic means they’re smarter than your average bear, and they look it. So I could, for example, get away with trying to rhyme the majority of the time. And it doesn’t matter if I do it well, since demonic energies have probably addled his brain beyond recognition.

There’s a certain freedom to it. I get to role-play, and I get to do something I find enjoyable.

On a side note, a friend of mine found this blog, and created a witch elf on the same server. Not only did he give me a bit of a run-around trying to figure out who he was (And I’m not one to throw around names to what could be strangers, making this harder), but he one-uped me by forming a guild at level 2. I’m level 5, so this stings. Not only that, but it’s dark elf only, and I’m just a measly chaos minion.

You are forgiven, my friend, but you will get a couple seconds of the mean stare. I’ve been practicing, so you should be afeared.

P.S. I wonder how many webcomics I’ve outclassed by adding a second content filled update.

The Beginning

Well, hello there. I’m James. Nice to meet you!

Since not a single person here knows me, I’ll give a bit of background.

I’m a player of Warhammer Online: Age of Reckoning, WAR for short, who has an Order side (The good guys) main of an Archmage, aka, the supposedly hybrid healer. There’s some problems with that, but they’re at least being sent to the right people to change them.

But that’s neither here nor there.

Well, I decided to create (roll) a different character (aka, an alt) on a different server, Phoenix Throne (Or Pheonix, depending on how they decided to spell it.) For those who don’t know, that server is what’s called a Role-playing server. That means no outside stuff. No sports, no politics, no technology. Warhammer is the only real world.

Why do this? For fun. I like to expirement.

Now, without further ado, I introduc to you, Lmeas, the Zealot!

…due to technical difficulties on my part, no screenshot yet.

In any case, Lmeas is a level 3 Zealot who speaks primarily in rhymes.

What this means to the uneducated: I play a healer/group buffer (Strengthener) on the Destruction (Evil) Side who speaks slowly, since I have him speak only rhymes, such as:

“Welcome, fellows, to the land of the dead. / I hope that unlike our foes you have more than maggots in your head.”

“How empty is this strange cave/I can only hope it does not become my grave.”

“It is good that we have a true foe to fight/ for it is only in combat that we can prove our might.”

I promise I’ll get better as time goes on.

That’s all for today. Hopefully I’ll update at least once a week, but at first, it’s probably going to be every one or two days.

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