1. Post your favorite moments
I loved meeting all the new players
Despite the fact that it kept me out of a lot of fights, I think it's hilarious how often I got hit with alchemy this weekend.
Earning titles and nicknames.
Intoxicake brownies. Seriously.
And this is a very personal one, but a lot of the situations let me dig a bit more into Briony, and I like what I see. I think I'm going to have an easier time playing her next event.
2. Post your less favorite moments (if we don't know, we can not fix)
I do feel like, unless you were in one of the big storyline mods there was a lot of downtime, BUT, there were more instamods to be found and I think, we as players, could have done a lot more to fill our time as well.
I feel like our player driven economy has these weird hiccups where one month it'll go really well and the next one no one is doing business with anyone. I'd love to see us be able to have more inter-character transactions. (And more inter-character rp and services)
3. What you would like to see more of
Inter-character stuff, as stated above
Instamods (I'll probably always want more no matter how many there are. Between the silly Awkwardmancer, the awesome effects, and things like gypsy curses and intoxicates, I can't get enough of them.)
The npc enemies that we could capture and question.
4. Gives us a moment from the perspective of your character
((Please, please remember this is all IG. I wasn't actually angry.))
Briony looked up as the alchemist stirred in the stocks. She groaned and got to her feet. Quietly she spoke with the man. Who was he? What did he do? It didn't take very long to figure out he was much akin to she. A working dog. Someone who is hired to do the bidding of others. He wouldn't have anything of value. People like him and her weren't of value outside of their very specific tasks, and they certainly weren't trusted with more than their tasks. She felt an odd kinship with the ma but, at the same time, he'd put her to sleep in front of all her new allies, and that had been terribly embarrassing.
She sighed impatiently. They had waited until the man awoke to bother figuring out who could charm him. She already had all the information they needed, but no one listened to her. Why would they? She was a self-proclaimed drunkard carrying a sword and shield and not much else. She was a working dog. No one listens to the opinions of their dogs. Finally they got organized. But then the questioning.... By the hairs of her grandmam's nethers, those questions were senseless, time wasting, they were leading no where and were not capitalizing on the hints the man was dropping. Briony's frustration grew. So she asked the man the same questions again, only louder this time. This was more for the benefit of her supposed allies than for herself. Again, they seemed not to hear. So she bellowed the answers back at them and began to hit the man.
Now, she is not a cruel woman. She does not see the purpose in torture or causing undue pain. She's rather end an enemy swiftly. She thought a single strike would do so. It did not. She struck again, and again. Weak protestations from her allies. They were trying to say they could get more information. She paused between strikes, but they still asked nothing useful, he still said nothing useful. They still ignored her suggestions. The thought crossed her mind about how it was funny they weren't pleading for his life based on the fact that he had surrendered, but because they thought he was still useful.
Then the rat did what she could not, he ended the man's life. An uproar. The poor thing. She chops a man up and they are all milk-toast about it. The rat does the sensible, cruelty free thing and he's thrown in the stocks. She thanked him, softly, as she walked away. And then she began to yell back. She heard the word idiots tossed. She yelled her entire plan. She was ignored. The last straw. She was not a wilting flower behind this shield. She was not an oxen. "No one's listening. JUST BECAUSE I CAN'T READ, DOESN'T MEAN I'M AN IDIOT!"
That got their attention, didn't it? She was busy storming off when she was called back. Sarryn advised her to stand up for her honour. She appreciated that. Hammish heard her plan. And then he said those magical words. "With thinking like that..." A light flickered to life in her eyes. Someone above her had acknowledged her free-thought. Someone thought she had a good idea. Maybe she could be more than a working dog.