Saturday, 26 November 2016

WoW Jewellery Black Friday Sale

   Hey everyone. Just another brief post. I do intend to return to Atherya's diary, but at first I got caught up playing my warlock then my hunter in Legion, and now my death knight has been handed the reins, but now I'm also handling Christmas sales in my Etsy shop.
   So this is a post to say I will be back! And also to let you all know that, should you have been interested in my Skoll, Loque'nahak or Pepe necklaces, I'm having a Black Friday sale until the 29th of November.



Sale dates: November 24th - 29th
15% off of all products (excluding bundles and gift sets)
Code: BFCM1615
Free gift with all orders in the sale period

   This will also be the last discount sale before Christmas, and I've laid out order deadline dates for Christmas delivery. Orders placed after these dates will be seen to immediately and shipped out as soon as possible, and I will be making more frequent post runs, so they could easily still arrive in time, but I can't guarantee them. The dates are listed in my shop's policies and shop announcement box, but I'll put them here, too:

USA & Rest of the world: December 2nd
Canada & Europe: December 9th
UK: December 16th

I ship from the UK, and domestic shipping is £1.50 and for the rest of the world it's $5.




Monday, 31 October 2016

Pepe Necklace

   He's a late and unplanned addition, but I made a small batch of Pepe necklaces the other day and listed them in my Etsy shop, and it's officially the smallest thing I've made. Pepe is about 5mm and the jar is just 1.5cm tall, cork included. Teeny tiny!! And I'm dead pleased with how he came out, too!

https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/488353291/pepe-necklace-terrarium-necklace-world?ref=shop_home_active_3

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

World of Warcraft Necklaces

   I was asked a while ago why I don't make WoW themed necklaces, and the truth was that, back then, I wasn't very confident in what I made so I didn't want to try to make something more specific and iconic, you know? And to be honest I still don't feel I'm far enough along with my jewellery skills to succeed in doing so - if anything, what I'm about to show you kind of proved it to me, but not enough to hold back.

   So I decided at long last to try my hand at a few easier ones, based on how well I'd gotten on with other animals, but it was tricky to keep their characteristics. Colours turned out not to be a problem, but their shapes were a little harder than expected. Still, I'm proud of how they turned out. So, I give you Skoll and Loque'nahak. They didn't photograph too well - Loque'nahak appears a little yellow, though he isn't, and I need a more downward view on Skoll because he has a lovely bushy tail which you can't see in the image straight-on.
   The jars are 2cm wide and 3cm tall, and both Skoll and Loque'nahak are just over 1cm big. Chains are 16 inches, but a 2 inch extension can always be added for free if you add a note at checkout.
   I do take custom orders for ordinary animals and pets and they come out quite well, and while I'm happy to accept custom orders for other game creatures too, I don't think I'll be able to accept just any because sometimes they can look amazing but too exotic to reproduce in such a small scale. But if there's something you'd like, please don't hesitate to contact me on Etsy - generally I'll be able to tell you right away if I'll be able to do it and give you a price.

Sunday, 28 August 2016

Entry 9 - Face of a Ghost



46th Day of Summer

   Perhaps I'm delirious. Perhaps the apparently permanent fel taint in the air is affecting my mind, because if it isn't, then I saw the face of a ghost today.
   His eyes were covered, but I knew the face. I'm sure I knew the face. Thirty years does nothing to weaken the memory of my people, a fact I bitterly resent, and his is a face firmly lodged in my mind and tangled in a weave of confusion.
   And he'd leapt in to save me in particular. Others were closer to me, and others who needed saving were closer to him. But he jumped in and cut down the fel guard that had been about to cleave me in two while I was occupied by a comparatively meagre hound.
   It was Malveth Sunfeather. I'm sure it was.
   He was a city boy, younger than me but he made up for that in arrogance, and he'd been lively and driven - my mother had always said he was a bad influence; people in Silvermoon City were always more brash and outspoken than those of us that lived outside the city's walls. But at least they weren't all talk; when the Lich King had strode so brazenly through our land, he and many others had taken arms to fight against him. Many of them died, a number too inexperienced and foolhardy through that very arrogance, and though he'd survived the campaign, he'd lost his whole family in the process. Worse still, his family had been quite capable warriors, and that he alone had survived them meant that he had to carry the weight of their accomplishments and the expectations of everyone else that came with them. I always thought he carried it well, even despite the darkness that had began to shadow his heart. I knew him well enough to notice it, but we were not close enough for me to voice my concerns, even though I could see it reaching deeper and deeper into him. Now I regret never speaking up.
   And so it hadn't been too much of a surprise at the time when he, like so many others, had eagerly and loyally followed Prince Kael'thas away from Quel'Thalas to restore our people to our former glory by Illidan's lead. But while he must have felt that he had nothing left to stay for, I have wondered on the few occasions he's popped into my mind since if it wasn't perhaps that very difference of upbringing, in the city rather than the woods, moulding a more privileged spirit, that had coaxed such a reaction from him. Where, I suppose, I accepted the fate of my family and friends, he simply couldn't and wanted to lash out. His heart had become quite dark by that point and many of his friends, myself included, had been pushed away by it. No one was there to try to calm him, to talk to him.
   I've found that I regret that, and all the more now that I've seen where it has led him.
   When he left Quel'Thalas, that was the last I'd known of him. I admit that I assumed he perished - so many others did - but having never set foot through that or any other portal that bridged this world with another, I had nothing but second-, third- and forth-hand accounts of what the orcish homeworld was like, or what Prince Kael'thas's band had truly gotten up to. Though I saw the results.
   But I am surprised by the revelation that he did not stay beside Prince Kael'thas, that he had joined with Illidan instead, and I admit that, right now, I'm not sure which side would have been better. But I don't think I would have liked what he'd have become if he had remained loyal to the Prince. He and those beneath him had become enemies of our own people, but these demon hunters, Illidan's twisted elven creations...they seem to be fighting on the same side as us - or for the same goal, at the very least.

   I've not seen him since that moment on the field, and while I'd like to think that whether or not I see him again, whether I speak a word to him, is within my hands...I get the feeling that his eerie, unseeing eyes are already spying upon me.


-- Atherya Sunleaf              


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Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Entry 8 - Hidden Hope



40th Day of Summer

   I don't understand why I'm surprised, but these demons are relentless. We fight and we fight, and though numbers are lost on both sides, where ours are replenished by new arrivals, theirs seem only bolstered. And their reach is spreading, they're hitting all known sites harder and more frequently.
   That is alarming for a number of reasons, the most dominant of which is the fact that they have the means to come at us much harder, and they are not. They remain in predictable locations, allowing us to gather our forces, build our defences, and slowly strengthen their assault.
   They are testing us. And I am terrified.
   Dalaran has been relocated above Karazhan, of all places - I can only hope there is a purpose in that, rather than some sick irony. But amongst these snippets that new-comers bring with them, there's also been word that Khadgar, Medivh's famed apprentice, has been delving through his past master's work in a bid to find some way to give Azeroth the upper hand. For, surely, Medivh must have had something in his extensive library on the subject.
   Ah, but I forget. He was not always Medivh, was he? I've always felt it was a somewhat absurd story even when it happened and the orcs first stepped through his portal into Azeroth, but there has been too little to oppose it in these past few decades.
   But if he was not always Medivh, would there be such a tome? Would the demon within him not have destroyed it? Or left him too little time to find it? I admit, I don't know the details, but it seems unlikely.
   I can only hope I'm wrong. Whatever Khadgar seeks, it may well be our best bet. He is not a fool, he wouldn't risk wasting his time in the face of this.
   Unless he's that desperate.
   But then, aren't we all?


-- Atherya Sunleaf              


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