A Word In Your Gravatar

Lets talk about Gravatars. (click the word for WordPress.org how to)

What is a Gravatar?

According to WordPress a Gravatar is;

 When browsing different web sites, you may notice that many users have a picture next to their name. These pictures are called “avatars.” WordPress, however, uses a specific type of avatar called “Gravatars“–short for “Globally Recognized Avatar.” Unlike standard avatars, Gravatars follow you around the web and automatically appear when you post a comment on a WordPress site.

A Gravatar is something that actually is important for your blog. It is easy to set-up and it helps people to find and follow your post. If you’re not wanting anyone to read the blog you spend time writing, ignore this post.

It is really easy to include your WordPress site as a part of the Gravatar.
You can even add your Facebook link, Twitter, About, Pinterest or any other web enabled content you choose. You also can include a phone number, mailing address and write something about yourself, your interest or promote someone else.

When you like or write a comment on a friends blog, your Gravatar shows up as the picture you chose as your Gravatar photo. It is not hard to complete the process. It should be something a writer would want to have.

This is not my first rodeo talking about bloggers Gravatar. In fact I have read some really fine post by other bloggers with precise detailed instruction telling us how to perform this simple task. It can be quite frustrating trying to track down someone’s blog. The last thing any writer wants to do is frustrate the reader. Just today I read Tony’s post on just this subject.

Anything you do not want to share publically you do not have to include. That is beautiful! You have complete control over what you share. How nice is that?

So what do you say? I hope you are saying; “I am going to activate my Gravatar right now so people can follow my blog too!”

Here is mine. Wade Lancaster’s Gravatar and Hovercard

Imagine how much more traffic you can direct to your WordPress Blog,  Website, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Path, Digg, Pinterest, Flickr, Google+, LinkedIn, YouTube, Vine, Snapchat,  Reddit and About.Me sites if you include these in your Gravatar.

Puissant Of Kandarin

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Puissant Of Kandarin

By Wade Lancaster

 

Authors’ Foreword

This is the story of Puissant One. A character created within the online game Runescape, by the Gower Brothers, Andrew, Ian and Paul now known as Jagex. Puissant One was created on 6, October 2006 and is found publically as “Adventures of a Noob.” Though the character himself is a real played avatar this story is both factual and fictional. The cities, area, events and non-player characters (NPC) are found in-game and many sites contain complete information. This story is not endorsed by or officially Jagex. It is an account of the authors experience while playing the game. The skills, quest and items are part of the game experience. The story line is and account of this players direction of play. Other persons may see it differently. Many of the stories (quest) have a certain outcome. However, many things are random for different players depending on the direction chosen. Runescape is a FREE MMORPG but also has member privileges. Puissant One is based on a paid subscription.

 

Book One – Chapter One – Part One

 The Awakening

Wake up Puissantius! Why are you shaking? Wake up. We are arriving at port in a few minutes, hurry and gather your things.” Sir Isaac screams out at him. The last thing he remembers; the sound of waves crashing against the wooden bow indicates we have left harbor. The ships gentle rocking with the waves is peaceful. Listening, he can hear the ship’s crew bustling about, the first mate calls out commands directing each member on the task at hand. He was still not sure why the emperor had ordered him taken, shackled like a common criminal, and thrown into the depths of this sailing ships hold. But he’s not alone, as there are others chained together with him. Most do not speak. Some cry while others just sleep. Sleep seems like a good way to pass the time, for he was told the journey will be long until reaching the land of his ancestors. He knows he has abilities and gifts superior to others. One of the gods visited with him many times during his childhood. Clamoring to his feet he follows Sir Isaacs’s orders.

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As he climbed the old oak ladder, imagining how many souls have stepped on these rungs, thinking what sights did they see once they were deck side? As he rose through the hatch, the ship was only a few thousand feet from the port. As they slowly sailed up the river Lum toward the dock he could see the city emerging through the fog. Seeing the beautiful city filled with kindness, peace, and prosperity, he recalled the name Lumbridge. Puissantius learned all the basic skills taught by his tutors in the small village where he was raised . Fire making is the most basic of skills. With fire one can burn logs, cook foods, and smelt metals. He is here to hone his skills and to learn many others. This much he knows from the day Sir Isaac came to his parents’ home with the warrant. His parents were not really his parents of birth. He was told this by the couple after his age of ascension. He was born in Kandarin on the hour of 11 at the 43rd minute of sunrise. This was the sixteenth day of our new season. The year was 169 in the fifth age. So when you ask me when I was born I can tell you this in truth. It really means nothing for you. My origin, how I learned to measure time, everything about me… before I came to your world… is mysterious for your mind. These words have stuck in his head since the day our emperor summoned him to the imperial kingdom. And now he was here, to begin the training that will either destroy or create. In a place where the god wars left an entire region barren. Where knights of white and black armor compete to win a war. One where a balance only can exist in a juxtaposition of green and blue tears.  Happiness abounds. And glorious beings of light… the light that shines in us all glistens. We are the dust of stars, rare to behold. Even rarer is true love. He thinks of her…  He remembers how beautiful the rare love they once shared was. About the way best friends laughed and talk. It was once the grandest time in their lives. Amazing memories, shared as one… until the shallow pan destroyed everything. “Hey you! Give me a hand with this rope!” a deck hand shouts out to him. He grabs hold of the ropes end, lashing it to the bollard. In one quick motion lashes the hawser, through the hawser hole on the dock. Several men assist with the final tug to fasten the sailing vessel to rest.

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Grabbing all his belongings and gear he walks the plank to the shore. He can smell the food being cooked in the nearby shops. And the smell of ash produced by coal from the burning fires of smelters for a blacksmith. The clang of hammers pounding against anvil producing weapons, nails and armor. Seagulls gather around on the docks. Each hoping for a small morsel as fishermen land nets from the seas harvest. The Town Crier calls the day’s most recent news. Nearby a bard sits upon a rock nestled under a grand oak tree. People gather around and find rest within the music of his lyre. In the distance, across an arch stone bridge he can see goblins marching around waiting for a challenge from new arrivals. There are fields of wheat, onion, cabbage and fences containing cattle, chickens and sheep. He can smell fear in the air, and this excites him. As he puts his belonging down on the street of cobblestone he finds a bronze dagger. Quickly he grabs it up and places it in the worn belt under his cloak. This could be useful or save his life against highwaymen. Soon he shall begin a sabbatical journey, one of leave from the providence he has known as home. The old wise man of his region told him one day of his birth. In as much his death. Yet he will not remain dead. As the gods have given him a gift of immortality. He has heard of the many creatures, races and beings of power fight for the favor of gods. Of strange creatures who hold keys and guard doors to other realms. Somehow he is the one who will decide. It seems such a cruel and meaningless place for a young man to be. He wanted only to live, marry and die as most folk. Still he hungers inside for more than simplicity. “Are you daydreaming again Puissantius.” Sir Isaac said. “Come, get you things and follow me. We must see the duke.” They walked through the opening in a tall and thick stone wall to where a fountain spilled water into a flower garden. As he passed through he heard the bells of a church ringing to his left. There was a graveyard to the rear of the cathedral. It was surrounded by an old iron fence with a gate. He thought it odd that this castle did not have a gate either. Only two large watchtowers on each side of the entrance. There are 9 cannons on top of the palace and you could hear the sounds of steel boots as they marched on the top level. Large yew doors as thick as the trees they were hewn from graced the opening leading into the castle. A large rat ran in circles near a spiral staircase. The rat was circling something on the floor. As they approached he could see it was round and shaped like a cookie that seemed to be emitting some power. He picked it up and saw it had the markings of the mind sign. This must be a Rune – a mind rune. He had basic training about these magical essence, when held near an altar containing peculiar qualities would absorb and retain magic. When used in combination with other runes the wielder could cast spells of great power. He places the object in his pack as they ascend the stairs. Looking back at the stair base the rune suddenly reappeared precisely where it was before. He felt his pack, the one he picked up was still there. They reached the second floor of the castle and he could hear the sound of a spinning wheel making wool. They walked past the room where there was someone making balls of string.  At the center of the hall they entered through a large oak door to where a man dressed in fine clothing stood. “Hello Duke Horatio!” said Sir Isaac. The duke turned and greeted us. “Hail Sir Isaac! What can I do for you today? Ah this must be the young lad Sir Tiffany wrote to me about. The gifted one! Nice to meet you lad. Now I am a busy man, busy indeed! I have a kingdom to run. Lumbridge has many needs. I have many things to do. Now hurry along. Come see me when you are ready to help me with this dragon. A nasty one he is. And these HAMs they too need to be dealt with. Oh and the cook. He needs help to. So much to do! Blessed be Saradomin.”

Sir Isaac turned and motions for me to follow him. Heading back to the staircase where they climbed to the third level. “Here is a bank. Talk with the person behind the counter. Here take these 10 coins and open an account. You can also store any items you do not want to carry with you or ones of value here.” Puissantius completes the bank transaction then walks into the hall where Sir Isaac was waiting. He turned and preceded down the stairs to the first floor and continued out into the courtyard by the fountain. “Okay Puissantius. I will depart now and leave you to your own doings. Learn as much as you can and make every attempt to earn money. At some point you will be called upon by people to perform duties. Be wary of your surroundings. Should you die… and you will… you will find yourself here near this fountain. Good luck. Praise Saradomin!” And he pulled a strange blue colored square tablet, threw it on the ground and vanished. “But wait!” Puissantius said. It was too late. Puissantius stood alone in the shadows of the blue-grey walls in the courtyard, beside the fountain.

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Authors Post Notes

This is a first draft. I know it is poorly written, lacking many details. Details give the reader a clearer image of the area the writer is attempting to visualize. I wanted to see how the story looks in this WP Theme. The story (my story) in now in its ninth year. I imagine I could write many books about the character and the adventures he took along this journey. There was a book written a long time ago about the game. Runescape is a vast story in itself. As of today there are 220 quest and 27 skills. As of this writing I have only completed 175 quest, 5 in-progress and 40 not yet started. Of the skills I have only mastered five.  (Farming, Fletching, Cooking, Firemaking, Thieving) A player has mastered a skill once you reach level 99. At level 99 a player can purchase a Master Cape from the NPC who is that skills master for 100,000 coins. Once you have more than one 99 skill all master capes become “trimmed” indicating to other players in game you have more than one 99 skill. One will need to gain a total of 13, 034,431 XP (experience) in any skill to reach level 99 with the exception of Dungeoneering which tops out at 120. At level 120 a player will need 104 million XP. The total XP for any skill is 200 million XP. Currently I have 122,999,335 TOTAL XP distributed among all skills. But there is about 5,500,000,000 XP total for all skills combined.  My worldwide rank is 183,063 out of 245,153,000 accounts.

In-Game Screenshots Gallery

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RuneScape Online Game

A free to play MMORPG

My Adventurers Log

http://services.runescape.com/m=adventurers-log/profile?searchName=puissant+one

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The Unpredictable Predictable

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Your text entered into my eyes and rattled around like razor blades in my mind.

You Will Never Know The Book Of Life By Starting In The Middle

Fixing machines are predictable.
The solutions are always the same.
There is only so many causes.
This is what makes them predictable.
Fixing people are complicated.
The solutions are never the same.
There are to many causes.
This is what makes people unpredictable.

You love the feel of the machine.
The way it lets you control it.
How well you can predict it.
But you don’t know what makes it tick.
You hate the way people make you feel.
The way they control you.
How well they predict you.
But you know what makes them tick.

There is madness shared by two. (Folie a deux)
You are the human machine.
Some claim they have the solution.
There are only so many causes.
Saying you are predictable.
Knowing they are unpredictable,
Themselves.
Unpredictable.

They work for the machine.
The one you know is predictable.
The one who makes the drugs.
That always are unpredictable.
Because they are human.
Always knowing the solutions.
Predicted by the machine.
The machine you can no longer fix.

Like that beautiful outfit you love.
The one the doesn’t fit.
The handkerchief carried in a pocket.
Hoping one day to gift.
Why we say bless you to a sneeze.
Wishing to unite again your soul.
Making you again human.
Like a well oiled machine.


There are things I must learn, and things I must do. Today has only been one part of this journey.


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Your Heart Was Only Broken For One

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What filters through
This cage can never contain
Delusions of grandeur
Architect of pain
Testing the limits of science
Someone falls to pieces
In a strange and selfish way

Zero is a number
A circle has no end
Nothing is always something
But you cannot see the wind
Absence has a meaning
What is the lonelier thoughts
When you are only one

Death does not become us
A net can trap you in
Casting delusion of emotions
Only feeling pain
For your mind is not
Trapped in sorrow
Life is yours to gain

Remember your heart
Fingers holding pen
Writing words in blood
You say it is broken
But how can that be
For without a heart
Air you can not breathe

Only broken by one
A fissure so vicious and deep
You think your world has ended
Left Feeling defeat
Crumpled like a wet dish rag
Dropped to the floor
Cement boots on feet

A thousand lies
Made you colder
Still you have heat
How feisty is your fire
Will you feed that beast
The one named rage
Maybe your better off this way

Close your eyes
Your beautiful
And free
An amazing being
Always your soul
Is yours to keep
Rise up from the deep

From everything you gave
Investing all you have
Building doors to open
Those castle walls from thee
You’re nobody’s fool
A loving being
Welcome to the machine

Pickaxe in hand
In a single blow
Harvesting pixie dust
Magical delicious
Eating from the wizards bowl

You dream of a star
Abundance of light
My goodness it seemed far
Mathematical brilliance
Neurons fire
Like a nite sprite

As you hold the kite’s string
Lightning flashes
As sanity sings
Then the darkness fades
Who was this madness
A cause in effect
Was it all in dream

That forked tongue
Which caused you to break
You were never in the business of misery
Still you were never a saint
It just felt so good
To never be a demon of hate

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I have read many blogs where someone talked about how broken their heart is. I want you to know that your heart is not broken. It is only one person that make you feel this way. Inside you are a whole person, still full of love and dreams and hope.

Feelings get hurt. Some people thrive on making someone hurt. I have known the cheating liar and been beat down to the point I gave up. But I did not give up on me. I gave up on that person. It is their own hate and misdeeds they must live with. They lost me. I never lost them.

Your heart may feel broken but the truth, it is only broken for that person.

Say This

I know in my heart that there is that ONE special person who loves me. I will never be an option for them. They will always defend my honor and respect me.

And when you think of this, in this way you too will see.

Never stop believing.

When I Slumber I Dream In Color

When I Slumber I Dream In Color

When I slumber I dream in color of a meadow by a brook
a sweet bird on a branch of a tree so tall it kisses the sun
in a sky of vivid blues, red, yellow and a hint of orange
listening to the birds sing about the flowers in bloom
attracting butterfly and nectar seeking humming birds
who fly near the place where I prepared a picnic for two.

Drift off to sleep my love
meet me in our meadow of dreams
A blanket spread
classic colors of checker board squares
with a picnic basket of wicker
two wine glasses for the laughter
of sparkling bubbles, we share.

Slowly falling
you glide on angels wings
in the distant horizon
next to the mountain of our desires
walking now
ever closer
stopping to sniff the aroma
of flowers grown by our mother nature
deeply in love with life
stepping on the moss of a fields shadow
your memory imprints a visit.

Our hands reach
and touch, fingers intertwined
feeling the warmth of together
as our eyes met with a look of content
our bodies drawing closer
we feel the purpose of meeting
from across the distant miles
a connection.

A summer rain softly falling
we dance
spinning
hands holding
until we fall together on the checkered blanket
laying together we make pictures from clouds
and speak of love everlasting
peanut-butter and jelly
a favorite.

Making plans for the coming days
when the Pacific ocean turns into a field
of green clover
and on the day
we picnic
and make love under the stars
in the meadow where we first met…
Looking into the mirror… as the story unfolds…

Audio Candy
Runnin’ Outta Moonlight

 

Look what I found today in my library

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“Looking Into The Mirror… As The Story Unfolds..” is about true love and the journey of two people deeply in love. The title of my novel, a trilogy – “The Book of Dreams” ; “The Book of Shadows” ; “The Book of Awakening” Continue reading When I Slumber I Dream In Color

Swim Home With The Sorrow

Placing all your faith in the virtual world keeps you from real world opportunities.

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Fly-fish drifts on the northern wind.
Goldfish basks in the western sun.
From southward seas the catfish cries.
From the east the hammerheads drum.
The sailors on the dock heard my song.
And I could see the adoration on their faces as I drank it all in.
But then they stepped into the sea.
None of the men made an attempt to swim, and they drowned.
I lifted the dead bodies back onto the land.
I could barely swim home with the sorrow.
My sisters taunted me.
Even the town changed its name.
Hattie Hormel.
As it reminded me of what I had done.
I knew I should have mourned those men.
Because I AM the virtual sea.

 

Acoustical Candy
Pardon Me ~~ (If this song sucks don’t blame me blame her)

I Heard You Call To Me From The Wilderness

I’ve seen things that divide universes, things the rationale mind cannot make sense off. I see things that will change lives and destroy others. It is a gift some may say where others name it an anomaly. I am an anonymous soul in a sea of chaos where the world is an event in time. I can understand why your faith has been shakin’ by the lust of meanness. When men sought the sauce of your body, playing on only the sounds of pleasure to deceive. Penetration brought forth the shortness of breath, and blood flows to an increased hardness of heart. Still in the aftermath a battle rages within as satisfaction fades. And once again your heart hungers for love. But none hold the key, save me. Yet when you finally allow your mind to follow your heart, you will find me in your own intuitiveness. Recently I heard you call to me whilst I was far away in the wilderness. And across the sea you said; “I am talking to you.” Then in a moment of time we were connected again as I heard you echo into the virtual distance. And even now I am getting a strong feeling we are connected as I look north to the city of queens. What is beyond in the distance does not matter as what lies ahead is everything we dream. Once again we share our hearts through the mind of gifts. Sand has always been important. On the beach of Norman we build castles for France. Once its fineness slipped through the sister of a glass corset counting the hour since passed. And today they dig brothers from a depth, forming chips. But sand is not a strong foundation for building. For it is soon washed away by the storm of separation. Still we flow towards each other like metaphysically drawn vision. Into eternity ever fallen like meteors into the world, kisses of an exploding sun. Music places our poetry in motion. As the air pulses from you like a choir of angelic bliss. My violin joining in, we make love. What will be our last thoughts before we expire. Our emotions have made us weak, clouding the sweetness of moments, destabilizing the very destiny of togetherness… As one. What do you feel from your loneliness? Is it an emptiness wanting to be filled with my love? Perhaps your vessel is waiting to be poured into the empty inside of me.
There are mysteries to the universe. A single conflict of conscious divided into separate hemispheres filled the void of creativity. A singularity of one becomes two now divided into many. Of all you never told me, is this because I never asked? Of all you ever wanted, is only because you never did seek what was yours? One plus one still equals one combined. What you did not seek you never discovered and what I never asked I did not learn. A paradox in paradise is a fertile valley never cultivated. We can count the number of seeds in our apple but we can never count the number of apples in each seed. The fact that you are here is evidence of that. Just as time produces more souls in this world to confuse us, increases the odds we will never find each other. How the internet has made the world like a small village. I’m getting a strong feeling… Even now. I can move things with my mind. You too have a precious gift. We are children of the stars, not dust in the wind. Do you feel the power of creation flowing through your veins? Can you feel the warmth of my clay in your hands, the wetness of your desires as I enter your flesh? Opening you once and forever to the climax of being. As we paint together on the canvas of love, in colors only we know. People make up explanations and assign meaning without knowing. Because for humanity it is reassuring. It is in the comfort of knowing, that we believe. Still in sadness I am confirming we cannot know everything. Because everything has not happened yet. Stillness now it is comforting to know… You are my everything, I am listening. The love we share is invulnerable to space and time. Hold on to our connection so we will never lose each other again. Do you hear me?