The Deverry clan was tasked with the decoration of the guilds new T1 hall in South Freeport. It took Danda a few months, but she finally got it done, mostly within the parameters given: No water falls, no "pretty or qeynosian" flower gardens, no pillows, don't use the entire item count. As you'll see, she managed to sneak in a few tasteful examples of each, but in the end delivered a unified, elegant, simple whole, suitable for the guilds meetings and entertainments, such as they are [not].
26 February 2009
Infinite Luck's Adventure Club Guild Hall
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26.2.09
Labels: Deverry, Everquest2, Guild Hall, Infinite Luck, Norrath
24 July 2008
Tasting Room and Wine Cellar
Sometimes the simplest thing turns out to be a favorite, when least expected. So it is with Deliawyn's little wine cellar/tasting room. When she decided to move her office to her kitchen so she could work on her recipes, the little stone alcove was left empty. Since the wine racks and beer kegs needed a place to go, Delia moved them here. A little tweaking, some new chairs, and a cute little tasting room was born.
Now after a delicious meal, Delia and her cousin Dribissa come a have a glass of port before sitting by the living room fire with a good book and a little music.
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24.7.08
Labels: Deverry, Everquest2, Norrath
18 April 2008
Choosing a God
As I was awoken by the sun hitting my face, I resolved this day to find myself a God. After having abandoned Norrath, some of the Gods had returned and I was determined that now was the time for me to place my faith in a higher being.
As I stowed my bedroll and shook the leaves from my cloak, I decided to commune with my beloved forest, to see if it would provide me the answer as to which God to choose. I wandered the pine needle strewn paths until I came to a grassy knoll overlooking a gently flowing stream and I lay in a beam of warm sunlight for some time, as I cast my thoughts on the breeze.
And it came to me, Tunare, Mother of All, protetor of nature - she would be my God. Who better for a Half Elf Ranger such as I? So I traveled to the city in the trees and spoke to a elf who put me to some tasks. I scattered the Blessed Earth and gathered a sacred bush. I released some lost souls, performed a ritual in the druid rings, and rescued the Priestess of Growth. As I presented my final gift to Guardian, I felt Her blessing come over me and headed home to erect my altar, wearing my new cloak with pride, followed by a glowing ball of light.
I sat before the altar in prayer, contemplating which blessing I would choose. Spell damage, increased healing power, some buffs to protect my group. They were lovely blessings, but what was I to do with them? Even though the Mother of Growth spoke to my soul as caretaker of the forest, her blessing were sadly amiss and I wondered why this would be so. What mischief was afoot that I would abandoned so.
Aha! Mischief! The very word rang with purpose and inspiration. Of course! The Gods would use not my role as caretaker but as scout, tracker, and hidden damage wielder. It shall be Bristlebane! I headed to the land of the halflings and was again put to task.
I giggled as I watched the silly goblin choke on his pepper pie. I gathered his disgusting mud as I chuckled, knowing no halfing would ever taste it. I crept into the goblin vaults, and laughed when the goblins talked of the favor of their Bristlebane. I happily swapped pies for coin, and smiled as Rosalie danced at her good fortune. I rescued a very special egg. And I roared with laughter as halfing and goblin alike took flight at the sight of me as Moo-illa :) 
As I doned my new cloak, I knew I had made the right choice and I laughed as I rode off. Yes, a day spent in stealth and laughter was a good day indeed.
Donilla Deverry
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Monique
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18.4.08
Labels: Deverry, Everquest2
07 October 2007
Grand Opening, Deverry's of Willow Wood
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Monique
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7.10.07
Labels: Deverry, Everquest2, Norrath
The Mammoths and Valdeholm Giants
We made our camp in the snow and ice just up the hill from the gates; our little party of healers and fighters. This was going to be a tricky fight. The mammoths were docile enough, until you hit one of them and they noticed you. It was going to take some tricky tactics to engage the giants without angering the mammoths as well. As the campfire cast its meager warmth, a strategy was decided upon. The pets would bear the brunt of the damage, and we would sneak into the fort invisibly, grab a citizen, and bring him carefully out through the mammoths to our group.

