Heulwen's blog

Minor warning:  The following is very image heavy as well as very wordy, so if you’re on a slow connection or using your phone or whatever, you might want to avoid opening it!  There is the potential for bad language because I am not a refined person IRL . There’s also a warning for “Possible Boredom Ahead” as this is very much a self-centred ‘I Did This, Then I Did That’ ramble.

This continues from Part One, only with a lot more bad language. I warned you.  As always, critique/advice/corrections/discussions on tangents are welcome!

Minor warning:  The following is very image heavy as well as very wordy, so if you’re on a slow connection or using your phone or whatever, you might want to avoid opening it!  There is the potential for bad language because I am not a refined person IRL . There’s also a warning for “Possible Boredom Ahead” as this is very much a self-centred ‘I Did This, Then I Did That’ ramble.

Originally I was going to make this a forum post in the Art Workshop section because it’s an OOC recap of trying to produce a piece of ‘art’ (Imagine the air quotation marks there from now on. Calling what I do ‘art’ is like boiling water for Ramen and calling it ‘cooking’.)  However the forum posts have the awkward commenting set-up where, if a discussion is spawned that extends onto a second page, the first post gets repeated and since it’s so huge I decided to blog instead – just in case someone wants to comment a lot with how to do stuff that would fix what I actually did  ;)  The reason why I've gone into excruciating detail here is that I wonder how many of us non-artistic types are on Haven.  How many others like me have never dared try anything because it seemed too hard?  We get a lot of art on Haven from people who have been drawing for years, but rarely do we get to see 'fail' or 'average' attempts.  So here I am.  Very bloody average indeed.

Critique/advice/corrections/spawned discussions are entirely welcome! 

Is everyone sitting comfortably?  Then I’ll begin.

The muscles in Heulwen’s face were beginning to tire.  Keeping them locked to maintain an expression of intense interest was starting to take a toll.  Her left eye twitched.

(( Past NPCs from old blogs are discussed and new alts make appearances.....and the plot struggles to get a mention  >.<  ))

The little silver bell on the door chimed prettily as Heulwen entered the shop. 

In which the Master of the House departs forever, along with a good portion of his personal art collection.....

(( The ongoing events of Heulwen's day, in which a simple plan gets more complicated by the minute, she develops a case of pins and needles in her fingers, and that ceramic duck finally gets what's coming to it.... ))

((The ongoing saga of Open House, where our heroine now faces the perils of interior decoration and indoor plumbing.....))

(( Continuing on from Open House..... ))

Heulwen slowly rose to her feet and forced herself to smile casually.

(( Decided not to wait six months this time  ;)  Continued from the blog Clean Up ))

Heulwen turned the master key and Voratien Silvermane’s apartment door opened with a whisper-soft, seductive click.  She smiled. 

(( This is the latest in a long series of blogs that are all connected.  However due to the fact I only seem to manage one every six months or so, I don't expect you to know WTF is going on, don't worry  ;)  The previous one to this was the Dragon Gate entry ))

LOOKIT!  (Large image under the break)

(( Some slight bad language, not enough to warrant a 'mature' tag, but be warned if you're at work or something :) ))

Heulwen slumped comfortably, the morning sun warming her skin.  She was perched on top of a pile of crates in the Bazaar and leaning against the stone wall at her back.  Beside her lay a water-skin and a package of sandwiches wrapped in grease-paper.  At the base of the stack of crates was a satchel.  Just another courier waiting to meet a contact, a common sight in this part of Silvermoon.

(( Featuring a certain cast of characters who appeared a long time back in the blog Policy Pirate ))

Some months ago….

Miasma.

(( Continued from Exit Strategy.....  this one is very long, brace yourself! (That's What (S)he Said) ))

((Little bit of bad language))

(( Continued from Policy Pirate ))

(( In which our 'heroine' has found, upon leaving a business appointment, that her way out of the building is blocked by a most unsavoury individual.  Can she think of an escape?!  This wall o'dialogue is to break up the remainder of the story a bit, as it was getting very long and unwieldy  :) ))

 
Heulwen strolled casually along the boardwalk of Booty Bay, her long linen skirt flapping gently around her ankles in the light morning breeze.  She considered this early hour the only tolerable time to be out and about in the trading port – most of the drunks were still passed out and the fish guts had yet to reach full potency as they baked in the sun.  It was not too early for business, however.  She was on her way to visit a gambling establishment and gambling, Heulwen knew, never truly rested.

 (( Last in the 'Patterns' series.......and about time too  ;) If you haven't read those, this might not make much sense ))

(( To know what this rambles about, it's best if you've read Patterns: Part 3 and Cat Burglar, but hey, who cares  :)  ))

The Sleeping Springpaw was engaged in a valiant struggle to preserve the past.  And losing. 

Fairbreeze Village, since the invasion, had become a settlement of contrast, something Heulwen found particularly useful.  Before the last war it had been a sleepy country town that had grown from the need to service the local estates, country homes and summer palaces of the nobility.  The servants and labourers of these grand possessions traded amongst themselves in a scattering of tiny villages throughout Eversong Woods.  Fairbreeze itself had always been reserved for the requirements of the upper classes.

Heulwen walked steadily through Silvermoon, eyes moving constantly whilst her mind pondered the issue of faith. 

Most people have their prejudices.  Not just on an individual basis - almost everyone thinks they're better than *someone*, after all.  No, prejudices often cover an entire group of people.  Trolls.  Warlocks.  Gypsies.  Demons.  Politicians.  Take your pick.  But, mused Heulwen, there was one group she'd always found problematic without fully realising the depths of her unease.  Thinking it through, however, she'd come to the conclusion she was not alone. And now she intended to use that prejudice to her own advantage.

(( This follows on from Pneuma's blog which can be read here  :) ))

Heulwen sank gratefully onto her sofa.  The journey from the White Hart was becoming tiring this late in her pregnancy, what with the baby seeming to drain every bit of energy she had and the spring thaw yet to reach up here to the mountains.  But the fire was now banked high, and she could sit quietly and soak up the heat as she mulled over the evening’s events.

((  Hello!  The following story takes place in a parallel universe....the characters aren't really who you think they are  :)  It's rated 'mature' for an excess of bad language, sexual references and smutty jokes, both here and in the upcoming Part 2  :)   ))

 Time is relative.