Bobble Heads

As in every MMORPG, there are many different appearance-altering items in Rift. They can be obtained through World events with special currency, they can be crafted, they can be earned as an achievement or artifact set reward, etc… (Does anyone know of/have a list of these?)

My favorite one is Hot Air Brew, a recipe that can be learned from the Apothecary trainers, and crafted at skill level 75.


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Ode to a Quirky Piano

On the pages of the book propped up on this quirky piano’s table, are the notes for a wonderful Fae Yule song, inspired by the piano itself.


*©*´¯`·-· TWELVE DAYS OF FAE YULE ·-·´¯`*©*

On the first day of Fae Yule my true love gave to me, a cushioned stool with green seat.

On the second day of Fae Yule my true love gave to me, two limestone spheres and a cushioned stool with green seat.

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The Day the Dragons Came


And the skies turned to embers
Clouds of ash and smoke
Billowed in torment
While the sun’s angry flame
Licked at them
Like a whip made of fire

Then the dragons came
Lent their brawn to the fight
Bringers of hate and demise
With devouring snouts
And wings to beat
The innocent

One Ascended looked on
She knew this dance well
The steps violent, hypnotic
A thunderstorm unleashed
Raining death
To the dragons

©The Daily Gwed 2017, All Rights Reserved

Shot on location in Ashenfell, Celestial Lands.

Beauty and the Beast

… Or a reasonable facsimile. 😉

Awhile back, Warik was loitering in Meridian waiting for the mail to come in. Suddenly, a blonde Bahmi beauty caught his eye, and when he turned to get a better look, he realized she was there for a specific reason. Before he knew it, there she was, sword drawn, squaring off with a knight.


Warik took a defensive stance, but stood well away, keeping a close eye on them in case he would have to intervene. So focused was he on the pair, that he didn’t notice her bodyguards arrive with weapons at the ready.

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Clearing the Mountain

It had rained for a week in Moonshade Highlands, and the surrounding areas had been reduced to mire, judging by the muddy hoof prints on the cobblestones. From the front steps of the bunkhouse, a mug of hot coffee in hand, Warik smiled at the weak sunlight filtering through the mist.


He was feeling restless. It seemed nature was conspiring against him, keeping him in the outpost for days on end just when he’d found the perfect spot to call home. Being cooped up like that, especially in such a crowded place, often kept his temper simmering.

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Meet Warik

Meet Warik—my very first actual role playing character.


After being accepted to the delightful guild The Clandestine (on Zaviel EU), I spent a few evenings role playing various random “chars” to get a feel for it a bit, and then I created this bad boy. (Secretly, I am totally in love with him, and if I look at him while playing, I get distracted. And drool just a bit on my keyboard. 😉 Ssshhh!)

I figured I would post his official bio here, so you can get to know him a little if you’re interested. Or, maybe it can help you create a bio for your own role playing characters.

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Exploring the Mountain

At the crack of dawn, a cock crowed from below in the market place, announcing the start of a new day. Warik turned miserably on the tiny bed, the abused mattress sagging under his weight. He had already secretly repaired the legs of the bed, having splintered them his first night in the bunkhouse. “Aaah. Moonshade Outpost. Catering to witches, dwarves, and other assorted hot-heads,” he thought to himself, dragging a calloused palm over his tired eyes. “This has got to stop.

Less than an hour later, with a relatively full belly, he left the bunkhouse feeling irritable. The small beds and low beams of the dormitory, the constant comings and goings, the lack of privacy—it was enough to drive a man mad for lack of sleep. Not to mention the ever-watchful presence of the outpost’s stalwart captain, Arboneth Koning, with her perverse sense of justice. Was she ever a thorn in his side!

At the stables, he saddled Chota, his loyal yarnosaur, and rode north into the hills, keeping a steady gait through the thickening woodlands.

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