Posts by Lisaera
Why Good Gods Leave
Burnout is a very, very real sensation that most of us encounter in the Havens. We have a fairly decent support group as members of the same administration, but there’s no denying the crushing reality that is the number of hours it takes to perform any of our behind-the-scenes duties. Building areas, programming quests, slogging…
Read More“What is Elf on a Shelf, anyway?”
One fateful day off, as I sat in front of my computer with a steaming cup of coffee, it dawned on me – Elf on a Shelf is a terrifying, horrible concept that has further polluted the beautiful idea of the holiday season. What mad, commercialism-driven fiend developed this evil toy that watches people from…
Read MoreNotes on Suicide Prevention
It is difficult to discuss suicide. As someone who has dealt with this idea personally and professionally, for a variety of organizations, I can vouch for how terribly hard it is for the person who is having suicidal thoughts and for the people who are doing everything they can in a supportive role. In the…
Read MoreThe Enchantress and the Silver Lady face off in Boston
It happened suddenly. The skies darkened slowly, the subtleness of Drocilla’s touch upon the lands causing the air itself to become denser with Her will as She arrived in Boston. Noting the change immediately, Lisaera arrived on the scene to protect Her beloved city (yes, city, because sadly Boston isn’t a commune – just go…
Read MoreThe kind of work a patron does
It’s been a few months since I threw on the silver robes and started livening up the place with storm clouds and moonfire. By and large, I’m loving every second of it. The players of Serenwilde never cease to amaze me with their creativity and their passionate responses to every kind of stimuli. Were they…
Read MoreHow-to: Release four gods at once
What do you do when you take on the task of coming up with an event that will release four deities? At first, my answer was to sit immobile in front of the computer screen for a solid five minutes. Then, I let the slow, creeping paralysis of idea overload take me over until I…
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