Why Hello There!

Why hello there and good evening readers! Welcome to Raya’s Ramblings: A Blog From Sunny Acherus!

I’m Rayala Alleria, Knight of the Ebon Blade and your host. Never fear, this won’t be a diary of angst and eye shadow, I represent a new breed of happy and perky Runeknights (She might be the only one!). What’s that you say? The Ebon Blade isn’t real Azeroth isn’t…? Well SURE, you hide behind your Fourth Wall and keep thinking that, buddy, I’ll be out here blogging and being REAL! (Real digital!)

Don’t mind the drooling ghoul in pink bandages, that’s my bodyguard, Franklin Fritz; he was my first love. Hey now, his current condition isn’t my fault. Had he not kissed and ran, he probably never would have fell in that lake and got stuck in all those ropes with weights tied to the bottom of them!

Aheh… Just kidding… (Or is she?!)

Anyways, now that we’re past that little unpleasantness and can all assume I’m real, I’ll tell you what to expect from Raya’s Ramblings! In my blog, I will be giving my opinion on the workings of Azeroth as I see them, as well as how I see the outside workings of it all. Don’t worry if I occasionally speak of devs, and CMs, and ARPen, and spell power and ThacO – it’s a necessary evil that all video game avatars brought to life must do! You’ll forgive me, I hope! (I’m too cute not to forgive, so remember that before you think I’m not. My pout tore apart the original Naxxramas; don’t listen to what the devs say.)

Oh, I almost forgot! Check in on occasion for new episodes of Ebon Nights, an article in which I accompany a random adventurer on a date of their choosing, and pick apart their brain for information on what makes them tick as a being in  Azeroth! If I can keep them from trying to feed me to the worgs, I’ll even occasionally cook dinner for one of them Horde folks too!

It’s sure to be a lot of fun, so check in and see, and let me know what I’m doing right and wrong on any given day. After all, with the Lich King himself about to be literally knocked off his throne, I may be looking for a new job soon, and what’s better than an undead, sword-wielding journalist? Steve Wilkos, I’m calling you out! Your time slot is mine!