I'm getting married!  No, that doesn't mean I've divorced Nasy.  It just means that in case you weren't there for the actual ceremony on November 21st, you can now witness our courtship first-hand, and even play a part in it!  

 It all started about a month ago, when Jhal-Abur first became a public island.  Nasrudin was (as usual) sitting in his chair eating cookies, and I was busy dealing with bug reports that had somehow flooded my mailbox. While I was running to and fro from Jhal-Abur, making arrangements, altering variables, and trying to help people who had experienced difficulties, I noticed that the cookie jar started to empty out...and that Nasrudin's shoulders were beginning to droop...and that he was beginning to pout.  At the time, however, there was simply nothing I could do about it, so I continued to work.

When at last I temporarily finished my duties, I went back to our dungeon to find Nasrudin curled up into a nutshell.  (I think he got it from a giant walnut tree).  And he would not speak to me.  I tried everything, from rapping on the nutshell to yelling to luring him out with a chocolate souffle.  I even threatened to bring in a giant nutcracker!  But it was to no avail.  My husband had decided to live his life as a hermit.

 There was nothing more to be done, so I sat down next to him and decided to busy my mind with more intellectually stimluating things, such as what to work on next in Jhal-Abur or my upcoming gazette deadlines that week.  And then I had it.  Quickly, I leaned over and tapped on Nasrudin's shell.

"Nasy!  Would you like to do an inter-island quest, starring you and me?  It could be really fun!  And we could give it an interesting name, and it could involve pigs, and it could be called...GETTING TALIA HITCHED!"

Nasrudin's head was out of his shell before I could even yell the words 'chocolate souffle.'

 Anyhow, that was how our quest began.  I've spent a lot of time working on it, as some other Island Managers can attest, and I do hope you'll enjoy it.  Compared to my other marriage quest, 'Marriage of the Saints,' it's a bit more complex, as one would expect from two oddballs like us.  I won't be telling you how to start the quest, but it should be quite obvious by now.  Have fun!

Well, I decided not to die after all.  Writing here is just too much fun.  Besides, that was a (very late) April fool's day present for all of you here!  True, I am busy, but not busy enough to stop writing or playing NEaB.  So don't worry, I'll remain here for a time yet.

 April fool's day (as well as Easter) fell only four days away from each other and were both quite fun.  I didn't have much time to go fishing, alas, but did have a bit of a laugh making fun of my title for the day.  I was Seigneur TaliaSolo.  It didn't make much sense, seeing as I am a female, but I still had fun playing around and putting on a curly moustache and top hat to poke fun at it.

 Easter was quite fun too.  For the few days or so before Easter, chat was filled with nothing but talk of chocolate and bunnies.  Rubyia had an easter egg hunt (which I enjoyed immensely, as I'd never had the opportunity to go egg hunting as a little girl) and overall I do think I enjoyed myself.  One of the best parts, however, was sitting outside of the castle and eating my delicious ale-filled easter egg.  Yummy Glumy in my Tum-tum-tummy ^^

Now, I know that I have promised quite a lot of quests on Jhal-Abur (and so far none have been released) but I can promise you one quite soon, that I have been working on with a few of my fellow Island managers.  It is about to go through beta-testing stages soon, and once that is done I shall release it for the public.  I hope you shall enjoy it.

Dear everybody,

 I'm sorry, but I simply cannot continue writing for this blog anymore.  Things have become far too hectic, especially with upcoming exams, projects that I must complete, and a newlyfound addiction to puzzle pirates, which I simply cannot rid myself of.  In fact, I was so busy today that I couldn't even play an April fool's joke on anyone, such as stealing Croesy's toilet plunger and giving it to the ladies to play with, then putting Mister Oinky in the place of the Plunger.

 Furthermore, the NEaBlogosphere is empty.  Every day I come here, trawling through the blogs, calling out people's names to see if they have updated.  But nobody answers, and my voice echoes through the lonely URLs.  I read my old posts to pass the time, and spend time trying to figure out if I have anything significant to say.  But each time I come up with a new idea, nobody is there to read it and so it echoes back at me, stark and lonely and repetitive.  I am a lonely blogger, cursed with solitude in this particular aspect of the NEaB community.  And if I do not do something about it, I shall go mad.

Therefore, I must leave.  Please don't miss me, I'll still be on NEaB and squeezing in spare time to write for the gazette and work on Jhal-Abur.  If a brave soul happens upon this post years from now, know that I did not die here in the NEaBlogosphere.  Just know that the NEaBlogosphere died on me.