So I just got an email from Zazzle with these cool jewelry picture frame thingies. So I of course got side tracked from the higher priority work I should be doing because I had to make one for giggles. Anyway, the first image I grabbed was The New Britannia Theater Troupe image. I thought it looked pretty cool and so thought id share it.
Hello everyone, here is the news for December 05, 2014.
Lots of great stuff this week including:
- SotA Steam Trading Cards
- Release 13 Grand Tour POI: Desert Scene
- R12 Steam Access Keys Available for All Backers
- Hair and Hats Play Nice in R13
- R13 Player Deco Items
- New Mad Hermit Video: How To Find And Identify Magical Reagents
- RECAP: Cyber Monday 12 Hour Telethon
- In-Game Community Weekend Events
- Alienware Sponsors 1000 Release 13 Weekend Access Passes
- Holiday Specials
- Last Chance Exclusives: The Hoe of Prosperity and Obsidian Cloak
- How to Cancel Monthly Payment Plans
- Recruitment Bonus Allocation Expiration
- This Week In the News
- Upcoming Events
A bold new venture in the news department! It has sometimes been difficult to get a guest for the newscast, and one of the biggest snags is scheduling. On a Friday night people are often busy, doing other things, or may have work or family commitments.
In an effort to include as many from the community as possible, we are planning to trial the idea of pre-recording interviews. So if you would like to be a guest, and have your deepest darkest secrets exposed to the community (evil grin) you now have more opportunities to make this happen! Just contact myself or Lord Baldrith, and we will endeavor to connect at a time that is mutually convenient.
The interview will be recorded and edited, and can be spliced into the newscast of that week.
Don’t forget, we want to include as many as possible from the community – you do NOT need to be famous or a “leader” to be a guest. Everyone has a story; we would love to share yours. That’s what community is all about.
Look forward to hearing from you!
This is a CASTING CALL for anyone who has any ambition to join and help the New Britannia Theater Troupe.
For anyone not familiar with the Troupe (What – how could you not be???) we are a group of SotA members who have come together to bring entertainment to the community. Initially (and still) we made and still make podcasts, with multiple voice casts, and now we are moving into in-game plays. The mechanism is – the dialogue, music and sound effects are pre-recorded and edited together into a single audio file. Then, at the appointed time, the file is aired on Avatars Radio, while we appear on stage in the game and act out the play. This is the closest thing possible to real life – the audience sees the action AND hears the dialogue at the same time.
We performed a very successful play in R11 – if you would like to catch the video (courtesy of The Mad Hermit) it is here
Now we are in a bind. Our author, Gabriel Nightshadow, has written an awesome script for us to perform, hopefully in R12. The good citizens of Port Phoenix have built an amazing and wonderful stage for us to use. (It’s in Kingsport – check it out!) The play has a larger cast than the first one, and we have had to go outside our small “core” group. And a couple of people have indicated they could help, and then not delivered. As producer and director, I feel bad that we cannot deliver what we had “promised”. I am determined to do whatever I can to get this production aired.
We are short at least one actor! We need a male character, who is able to record lines and would be available to be “in game” for the actual performance. This would be on a weekend, at a time mutually suitable to all.
Recording help is available – most of our cast use Audacity (free download, easy to use) and we hold your hand and guide you every step of the way. Any questions – we are always here.
If you have ever had any ambition to do something like this – and let me tell you it is very exciting and rewarding – please contact me as a matter of urgency. We need you!
And we are always looking to expand our cast – if you would maybe like to do this in the future, but not necessarily right now, please contact me as well. We would love to hear from you!
Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with a great story by Joviex entitled
Music by Smartsound.
You’re peaceful. You’re living what you barely dreamed of and it’s okay. It’s real. If you die here you’ll have this moment – your body wants this as much as your spirit does.
Stay here – it’s safe with the dead in the cool dark. You remain lying on the surface, their restless thrashing a lullaby that keeps you afloat. Death is a word used by people who haven’t been through it.
Time flows onwards, lost.
Two hands reach down, falling through the dark like heavy stones. Her voice doesn’t disturb you. It’s brisk and firm and her and you’re glad to hear it after the dead’s whispers.
The eerie light of a distant tower burns low, its soft, blue glow embracing her silhouette. You don’t have a proper name for it, the void between where you are and where she sits. You stare at her, and at the dead all around you: what have you done?
Before the dead began to speak to you, you had dreams of what your life might be like. Toiling under the warm sun, working the fields like your parents did, with a wife and a son – a strong boy skipping happily into the future like all children.
Your chest hurts. Your lungs grasp each breath from the arid air like rain beating upon the sun. Your aching hands, a mass of scrapes and scratches, sting from inactivity. The dead lay strewn about, unrepentant about what they’d done. The dead don’t much care for the stones that mark them; they only care about their legacies.
You feel hot with the rush of your heart, beating so hard it’s pounding your dreams into dust. This isn’t what was meant to be. Not this empty, starlit place where you’re going to die.
Framing your face with her hands, they smell of oil and dry earth. This is the verge. You either stop here forever or dive into the vastness beyond.
Her eyes glance towards the firmament, unblinking. You look up. It’s all beautiful. Minutes pass before you say what you’re thinking. “You’re not afraid?”
Her voice is soft. “I’m not afraid.”
It’s not death; you’ve felt its grip upon your soul all too often. That’s not the terror. The terror is unnamed, yet exhilarating – an undiscovered country beyond.
Most who are about to die are hypocrites. You watch them meet that new frontier with heavy sobs, mourning the loss of something that was never owned. You see them start that journey screaming and flailing and tearing at their clothes.
The dead don’t lie. They continue their solemn march toward that land. You are never forced to bid your farewells. You know it to be more insidious. Death’s touch grows warmer with each moment you dwell.
“There’s much left undone.” Your words are inadequate. Like a stone – colorless and cold, twisting, descending into the shadowy, airless abyss of a river.
The stars can’t hear you and won’t, but she does. Everyone struggles. You see her somber smile. You hear her heavy heart. You know the battle raging behind her eyes.
You know, you understand, you reassure, “We will be alright.”
She places some flowers on the fresh earth; the smell is warm and full of life.
You watch her take up your son. The dream is done.
You’re no longer peaceful, just at peace.