Rene Sorel - Renevatium

The Death of Eeb

Here, though, they were kept in check by the ruler of White Spire, the ineffable Momma Eeb. Magnanimous to her friends, merciless to her enemies, she kept the balance, and it showed in the subtle confidence of all her subjects. Mireska loved this city because it was free of fear.

Tech

Future-First Learning

There is no question as to whether technology drives other industries forward, but this growth is a product of gradual momentum, not the bubble bursting kind of acceleration so often

Poetry

My Life

I have no words to tell you, all that you mean to me, But these that follow after, May just let you see. You are my first, my last, my

Lore

The Tide has Risen

Azeroth is now under siege. Not by an army of the Undead, nor a Legion of Demons. This time the enemy was already at the shore. They came from the water, nergling and spitting. The Murloc tide has risen and we were not prepared.

Gaming

In Defense of the Architects

Hearthstone has gotten a lot of bad press recently. Online opinion is largely negative and even when changes are made the response is belligerent at best. Just days before BlizzCon,

Gaming

The Grim Patron Paradox

Patron Warrior is undoubtedly the most infamous deck in Hearthstone’s short history. Others have come close (Face Hunter, Miracle Rogue) but none have survived long enough to achieve the

Gaming

Stop Exploiting Each Other

Everyone is playing Hearthstone to win, or at least trying to, and that's as it should be. Most constructed players now have at least one netdeck, if not more, great.

Gaming

Don't Hate the Player, Play the Game

Hearthstone is a game of skill, much more so than any of its contemporaries, but not only in the way you might imagine. That skill goes beyond legendary cards and

Tech

User Environment Design

The evolution of the online environment is a continuous development in user experience. The near constant human-computer interaction (HCI) of our electronically integrated global community pushes the technology curve inexorably

Poetry

Of Worlds

There are worlds within me. Worlds I have almost known, And yet I am filled of them. I am built of them. Of their land and their sea, Of their

Poetry

Please

Tell me why, You look to me To walk with you, To take your hand, To be your hope When I lack my own.

Poetry

Barren Nothing

The shining white of sun blazed down, Upon that winding cobble, silent, The lonely lanes of the quiet town, Where air was thick and heat, violent. But the day was

Poetry

Last Words

The blind pilot of silent mouths and minds so loud, that never listen but mutter angrily. Like clouds of blood Raining tears of thought, and drought is longed for. But