Merely WoW

Made It!

2010-09-24T15:00:00.000-04:00

At long last I have made it to the highest rank, ironically right before there will be new ranks to achieve. I do hope that crossing the divide from here to there will not take so long as it did to get this far. I am a gentle soul within the sisterhood and if another should get there before me, then so be it. Odan stepped in front of me, but she needed to. I do believe her strides before me made my road easier. That and, of course, the brotherhood. I believe the two of us achieved the highest rank with Odan going first faster, than if I had gone first.

I am not so gentle otherwise. I must decide what direction I now wish to go. I am interested in going to battle again. I hadn't been much since Vyn's death, but that's going to change. I'd like to step into the arena, too. I have already made to follow in the footsteps of my sisters and visited the tournament grounds to begin my training. I am already a valient. Ironic, too, that I worked so hard to purchase a saber mount in Darnassus and I am forced to return to riding on an elekk to joust. Nothing wrong with the beasties, but I grow tired of bumping my head in tunnels.

I have had a bit of fun during Brewfest. Went after Coren Direbrew, the brute. Piece of cake. Then I talked a night elf into jumping off the Stormwind Harbor wall while we were both smashed up to our eyeballs. I even talked him into taking off his gear. I must say he was well built. Unfortunately, he was unable to follow my instructions to the letter and did not survive the fall. And, fortunately, I was able to bring him back to life and heal him.

Let's see... kill... and heal. My oh my, what fun there is to being a priest!

Noob Meals for Devilsaur? Ha!

2009-10-23T15:03:00.002-04:00

Finally! I am shunning the vestments of mourning, though I didn't actually wear black for almost three months. I've been wearing this little red top that shows...well...nevermind. Anyway, Vyn is dead and I'm tired of grieving.

Fortunately for me, another pally agreed to accompany me into Un'goro Crater. The last man standing in Azeroth will be a prot pally. You know this, right?

So, here we go. Well, almost. First, I'm seeing this pally has on grey gear. What?! Wait! I refuse to go with him until he fixes that.

"But it has more armor."
I'm tapping my foot. "Don't care. Only a noob pally wears grey."

Once that matter is handled, I realize I can't remember any of my spells. I did remember to put on my real robe and forego the cute little red number. Fat lot of good it did me when I might as well be a draenei in rags back in the wreckage killing harmless moths. While I'm waiting on the now irritated pally shopping in the auction house for gear, I venture out into the Tanaris desert and kill a few things. Slow going, but I'm not dying. I do not feel much better when we ride past all the bugs to go into the crater. I'm green and the pally's been sitting back a few weeks himself. This could be more fun than I'm looking for.

We start killing a few things here and there.

"Um, could I have a pally buff?"
"Huh?"
"You know how I'm giving you a couple of buffs every so often?"
"Yeah."
"Could I have one of your awesome pally buffs...say 'Wisdom' perhaps?"
"Umm...sure. Let me find it."
Waiting...waiting...waiting. Obviously this guy is a solo man, because if he grouped more often, he'd be used to making peeps happy with frequent buffs.
"Found 'Kings'."
"Umm...sure. That'll do." I really wanted 'Wisdom', but okay. I'll take what I can get.

After killing a few gorillas, finding crates, digging around in dirt piles, and yanking petal butts out by their roots, we decide to get some dino scales for some smarmy goblin at Marshal's Refuge.
No problem, except the pally's not holding aggro too well. He's four levels higher than me. Hmmm...

"Ummm...you're not holding threat too well."
"Yeah, I see that."
"Do you have on 'Righteous Fury?" I see that he doesn't, but I'll pretend I don't know that.
"What?"
"'Righteous Fury'. It ups your threat level when you hit things." Waiting...waiting...waiting.
"Got it."
"Wonderful."

The pally, now in better gear thanks to me and using the proper grouping buffs, is whacking away on a crawling dino and I'm putting on DoTs and thinking about the next zone. I just happen to turn slightly to my right.

DEVILSAUR!

"Run! Run!"
"Wha--"

The pally is now Devilsaur toe-jam and the dino he was attacking is now after me since the pally is no longer generating any threat and my DoTs are eating away at it's hide. The pally gets in a few licks on the devilsaur before he gets feared and starts running around helplessly. So much for me running to safety.

Do I let him die? Do I run back? What about this dino eating chunks out of my rump?

Fine. Run back, DoT up ol' Devilsaur, who is doing a great job deviling the pally, who is about to die. Heal...heal...heal...on the pally, along with a bubble. Now he can heal himself, but damn if he isn't running like a loony man again.

And still, this dino is eating my rump!

DoT...DoT...wand...wand...wand... Die already, dammit! YES!

The devilsaur is about to make a meal of my poor pally friend, who is on his third fear run, his health going down faster than my mana pool is filling up.

Mana pot...DoT...DoT...heal...heal...heal...DoT...wand...wand...wand.

As if that's not bad enough, the pally runs amok into another dino. Great! Just great!

DoT...DoT...Dot on new dino. Heal...heal...heal on poor pally. DoT...DoT...Dot...wand...wand...wand on devilsaur. The pally gets in one of his own heals and lands a judgment on the devilsaur.

I'm starting to see the devilsaur in a truly weakened state. He starts wobbling...wobbling...YES! He's down in a gigantic lump of leathery hide. The second dino is just about on empty and one sword whack from the pally and he's down.

Well, I'll be damned. We did it.

I blow off my wand and sit in the grass to eat and drink.

So much for feeling like a noob.

At My Feet

2009-07-23T08:10:00.004-04:00

As one of my last few tasks on Azuremyst Isle, I was sent in to investigate a cave at Stillpine Hold by the furbolg. They used to live in harmony with the wildkin, but no more. I could see the small trail leading off to the left as I entered the cave, but I took a moment to explore and try out my spells on the wildkin wandering about. I've included a picture for you. I ended up with three dead ones at my feet in that particular section.

More to the task at hand, I returned to the left-hand trail and wound my way around to a small underground pool. Across the water, a dark red crystal dripped into the water. This must be the source of the wildkin corruption! I needed to get closer though. I'd heard there was a monster here called a Kurken, but he wasn't around at the moment. I waded through the water and inspected the crystal. As I turned to leave, two wildkin came out of nowhere and smacked me around pretty good. Had I been more experienced I would have replenished all my mana before crossing the water, but I was more intent on getting the job done while the way seemed clear.

Lesson learned.

Stuck

2009-07-17T07:41:00.003-04:00

*hunkered down and rubbing her hearthstone*

Master Bo, I send this message to let you know what has happened to me in case I do not survive.

Through odd circumstances, I find myself stuck on a pirate ship here in Tanaris. Vyn and I didn't really need to go on this ship to get what we needed, but I was hoping to find treasure and Vyn indulged my wishes as he usually does. We killed all the pirates on the ship, but found no treasure other than a locked captain's chest. I can't complain too much as there were a couple of other chests we had already looted. We were leaving the ship, and I had made it to the last set of stairs to go up on deck, when I noticed Vyn wasn't following me. He had stopped at the top of the stairs coming from below decks. As I ran back to see what the problem was, I must have become caught in some sort of magical warp that had obviously affected Vyn. Everything went black.

This phenonmenon has certainly happened before. I mean, in a world full of magical properties, time warps, and demon invasions, what more can we expect? Look at my own home of Draenor. It's in fragments now. I did escape from that disaster, but my current predicament is new to me. By the time Vyn and I recover, the ship will be full of pirates again. I don't know what will become of us.

I can only hope that magic will bring us back, should we meet up with our deaths. Sometimes even magic isn't enough.

*sighs*

Be well, Master Bo. I hope to see you again soon.

*blows a kiss through the connection*

Jenkins

2009-07-15T06:46:00.003-04:00

Got the 'Jenkins' title last night. I won't be showing the title, but it's nice to have. Our group comprised of a priest, shaman, paladin, all at level 80, and a death knight and me, a druid, both at level 70. All were guild mates except the priest. The paladin ran over the rookery eggs to pop them and when there were enough hovering over their broken shells, he ran through them again to get them to attack and follow him back to all of us waiting by the door. I used my ground target hurricane spell to hit multiple targets at once and the others did similar ground target or burst spells. The whelps went down like stones from the assault of so much energy and power. We were careful not to heal the paladin or use any damaging buffs or shields during the opening/gathering process. The first damage needed to occur as one unit from all of us after the babies were gathered up.

The only trouble I had was getting lost going in. I get very turned around in these dark places and the paladin had to come back and get me. I would have kept up better going over the chains and through doorways and halls except my view across the chains shifted and I exercised more caution to keep from falling. Embarrassing as usual, but he escorted me from there with the grace and kindness he always exhibits toward me.

Northrend, Here We Come

2009-07-13T08:06:00.004-04:00

Jade (formerly Nine) and I ventured on to Northrend via a massive ship from Menethil Harbor (Baradin Bay) to Valgarde in the Howling Fjord. I could hardly take in all the new sites.

We were sent out immediately to fight these huge Vrykul dragonflayer men, much taller than either of us, but we managed to do it without too much trouble. The new beautiful staff (Staff of Beasts) that I had received only days ago from the ring of blood in Nagrand is already replaced by an ugly staff (Bramblethorn Greatstaff). Vanity has no place in Northrend. We also ventured into the Utgarde Catacombs to fight in the 'Ring of Judgement' and find broken tablets.

At one point, we were sent by a flying flotation plane to a remote camp to work with a dwarf named Walt and a human named Hidalgo, the Master Falconer. Hidalgo had us train falcons, which turned out to be rather frustrating for me. At one point we had to use the falcon to capture Fjord Hawks. I could not get the ones flying above us, but some landed on the rocks, so I waited for those. They came in pairs, so I captured one each time and ended up killing the other one that attacked me. The last falcon training task sent us to the high bluff at a falcon roosting spot. We had to stand right up against a roosting rock and send our birds down to the cliff face and salvage hawk eggs. Easy enough except for one thing: I became the eyes of my falcon and guided him to the eggs via a channeled ability. My falcon was growing tired when he had gotten seven eggs on his first descent. A mother hawk attacked him and just as I directed him to use defensive flying techniques, our channeled connection ran out. My evasive maneuvers ended up affecting me instead of the falcon and I ran right off the top of the cliff. I fell, much to Jade's horror, but landed on one of the ledges far below. After fending off two mother hawks, I had no choice but to hearthstone out of there. Jumping on down was not an option and I could not climb out.

By the time Jade and I called it a night, exhaustion had claimed me. I did manage to get a picture of us as we rode across a bridge with an outstanding view.

The Making of a Rogue, Part I

2009-07-07T08:07:00.003-04:00

Early Summer

Ravendori heard a man shout behind her as she ran down the ship’s boarding plank in the dark and jumped the last few feet to the dock.

“Thief! Get him!”

She ran past one seaman carrying a large soft bundle on his shoulder. The second man had no burden and she ran right into him with a shove, knocking him on his backside with the impact. He fell with a grunt, too stunned to make a grab for her.

“Stop him!”

Ravendori looked up just in time to see a third shape looming up in front of her. His feet spread, the man held his arms wide to catch her. He stood shorter than her, a very bad sign. Had he been larger, he might not move too fast.

Darting left, Ravendori launched herself, diving off the side of the dock, taking no time to assess the distance to the black water below or if anything floated there. She hit the cold surface with a telling splash, the sack she held nearly wrenched from her fist. Plunging beneath, she turned upwards, attempting to halt the momentum downward. Once stable, she turned and swam underwater toward the open ocean with one hand in front. Though her elven eyes could see better than most, she kept them closed. Nothing could be seen down here.

An unnatural wave of water pushed her sideways, the force of it washing around her and she opened her eyes on instinct. Her sight met blackness within more black.

Shark?

Ravendori pushed the notion of being eaten aside, hoping the sharks found scraps thrown off the ships more enticing than her. Already committed, she could only swim the same as they did.

Shouts above were too muted to hear the words, but she could hear feet hitting the boards as they ran to the side of the dock, the vibrations transferred from the wood to the water. Reaching left, her hand met up with the barnacled side of a piling, the sharp edges cutting into her fingers and palm. She moved around the right side and swam forward before coming up beneath the dock inch by inch. As soon as her nose cleared she breathed in, resisting the urge to gasp in air through her mouth. Water ebb and swell forced her toward the piling, but she pushed away with her booted foot.

“Where is he? Do you see him?”

Ravendori recognized the captain’s deep guttural voice. She’d been listening to his booming commands for three days.

“I can’t see nothin’ in the dark, capt’n.”

“Find him,” he growled. “He stole our gold. We’ll all be out our share.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but clamped it shut. She did no such thing! The wicked man meant to use her as a scapegoat for his thievery. How very clever.

“But Mr. Forstair—”

“He’ll have to get over it,” the captain said, cutting off his crewman. “Damn little beggars. I told him already I wouldn’t pay out of my own pockets for thieves or pirates. He’ll take his loss, same as the rest of us.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ho there! What’s the problem?”

Ravendori looked upwards, though she could see nothing through the dark wide boards.

“Stowaway,” said the captain.

“He took our gold,” the crewman stated. “Jumped right in the water here.”

“A stowaway, you say?”

“Aye,” the captain replied, “though I doubt we’ll catch him at night.”

“Where’re you coming from?” the man asked. From the sounds of clinking metal, she imagined him to be a Stormwind City guard on dock patrol.

“Auberdine on the Darkshore.”

“Hmm. Do you have a description? He’ll have to come ashore quick or be eaten.”

With her hand stinging and no doubt bleeding, Ravendori knew the truth of his words.

“I didn’t see enough. Dark clothing, a night elf by the ears I saw, probably a young one, too. Not so tall as a full grown male.”

Ravendori reached up to her head, feeling the wet strands of her hair. No cap after that dive. She bit her lip. Her white hair would shine like a beacon, even at night, if she swam out from under the boards.

“I’ll station men along the entire wharf for a few hours. We’ll see how he fares with that.”

“Good, good,” the captain said.

Not good for her. No way could she explain the truth of it, and even if she could, they would not believe her over the captain’s word. Either way, they would make her pay for ship fare, which she could not do.

The guard whistled. “Bring some lanterns over here!”

Ravendori couldn’t sink any lower and keep her head above the waterline. Time to move. Shimmying out of her shirtsleeves, she pulled her shirt up until only her face protruded from the neck hole. With slow sweeping movements she swam beneath the men toward the shore, pushing off from pilings with her foot when the water threatened to slam her into one. Once all the guards knew to look for her, she’d have a harder time getting across the harbor into the city. At least they assumed she was a boy. All she had to do now was dry out and be girlish.

Easy enough.

Near shore, the pier system grew thicker and she worked her way around toward the right. The last piling supported by cross bracers stood a few feet from a small grassy area. She slogged through the water and pulled herself up on a bracer until she could sit hunched down. A few people crossed overhead here and there, but she heard no guards at all.

Despite the warmth of the air, Ravendori shivered as the breeze blew through the pilings. The wind ruffled the fringes of her hair and shirt, much like it disturbed the feathers of the pigeons cooing a few feet away. The birds were safe from predators underneath the decking and so was she. At least she hoped so.

This wasn’t the first time she had cuddled up with pigeons and rats, nor would it be the last. Without any coin, she couldn’t pay for a room and looking the way she did, all the gold in the world might not be enough to let her stay in a decent establishment.

Ravendori struggled to open the wet leather pack without dropping it in the ocean. She pulled out a water soaked cloth wrapped around a lump. Accuse her of stealing food and she’d confess. Gold? No. Though, if she had the opportunity, she would take it. Just a little.

As the cloth came off, soggy bread fell on her lap and she pushed it off into the water. The chunk of hard cheese, though mushy on the outside, fared a bit better. She scraped it off and sniffed it. Seemed okay. She nibbled a corner and after swallowing, bit off a larger piece.

Nothing seemed familiar here, though she’d been told by the matrons that her mother had lived in Stormwind City. She remembered this place no better than she remembered her mother. Just as well. Everything she knew…

Ravendori looked out from under the dock skirt toward the inky sea, the distant horizon indistinguishable in all the blue-black of night. The past was the past.

Tomorrow would be better.

Blue Stew

2009-07-02T07:16:00.005-04:00

So...

I say (through an interpreter) to this Skullsplitter troll hunter in Stranglethorn Vale, "Look here, Vyn and I need one of your tusks. How about we work out a trade?" I hold up a shiny leftover Stromgarde badge. I doubt he's ever seen one and I let the sun hit it just right so that it reflects right into his eyes.

The troll waits for the translation and then eyes me up and down, lingering on my chest. He grunts something and the interpreter looks at me and says, "He says he thinks blue stew is tasty afterwards."

Blue stew? Afterwards?

Well, we got the tusk and I'm cooking up panther burgers if I can find a recipe.

Flames

2009-07-01T09:22:00.001-04:00

Warstar and I ran around a few days ago honoring flames and, well, I'm not normally a hostile person, but we desecrated Alliance flames while we were at it. Sorry, Sheiraki and Doemar, but I wanted the pet! Only a few guards attacked us, mostly at Auberdine on Darkshore, on Teldrassil trying to get into Darnassus, and a few Draenei bruisers patting on the roads on Azuremyst Isle. I did not mess with any flames in the Alliance capitals. Along with the wispy pink pet, I purchased the summer festival robe, though I've not worn it yet. I'll have to find a spot for it in the bank to hang onto it until next year.

While running through Zangarmarsh, I grabbed a few glowcaps, just enough to purchase a sporeggar tabard. Since I'm exalted with them, they let me have it for a measly ten caps. Nice!

Onward

2009-07-01T09:18:00.003-04:00

Much has happened since I wrote last.

Hellfire Peninsula, for the most part, is behind me except for visiting Illidan's area to round out my exploration. Good riddance. Nine and I have made it all the way to Nagrand, but we are returning to the battlefields once more. I'm not sure if we are addicted to the rush of battle or just wanting gear that only war veterans may acquire. Maybe a little of both. I have also trained to use a flight form and I flew across Outland with Nine's brother, another druid, to gain more flight paths and to honor or desecrate flames. I did so many flames, I have been able to buy a spirit of summer pet and two pieces of the summer festival wear with my blossoms. The last piece will have to wait until next summer I think.

I left the second guild I had joined since leaving home for new adventures. The guild master's continued absence and so few other members around made it feel as if I had never joined a group. Ironically, the second in command appeared the evening after I sent my departure letter. I think I still made the right decision because...

I joined another guild. I know the guild master very well, and truth be known, I have wanted to be a part of this guild since meeting one of the members. At the time, Laromie and I were in the first guild and felt my loyalties should remain there until a valid reason arose to leave, a reason that could not be fixed. I do not take departures lightly. It has taken some time, for many reasons, to finally be where I want to be. I hope to serve well.

In the mode of hoping to serve my guild well, I practiced tanking in bear form by taking a paladin, Doemar's friend, through Razorfen Downs in the Barrens. He requested it and I thought it would be a good chance to practice without too much risk. He is a very indulgent person and I do not fear making mistakes in front of him, so long as we do not die. The whole process of tanking seems so slow and awkward, but I did pick up on it faster this time after a cold spell. I have been practicing on prisoners in the Stormwind Stockade. That place is still out of control, which is lucky for me. I worked on my weapon skills in there recently, but I have grown so much more powerful, I must find a new place to test my abilities. I did not want to take the time in the Downs to buff up my weapons.

I have included a snapshot of my last visit to the stockade a couple of weeks ago. I used my dagger on Targorr the Dread. The blade went in him like a knife through butter. So much for all his hard muscles.

War Kitty

2009-06-11T14:12:00.001-04:00

Last night I got my Black War Tiger. Actually I had already purchased him with 30 marks each from my service in Warsong Gulch, Arathi Basin, and Alterac Valley, but I could not ride him until I trained. Having a faster mount requires a better rider. I summoned him while I stood with the trainer and rode him back to Stormwind with a fellow war veteran.

Nine, my new friend, is like myself, a female night elf, but her training stems from dark service as a death knight. I must say she rips through the battlefield with a vengence. We have discussed traveling to Outland together once our current service is over. Both of us are returning to the battlefield to earn more so we can buy gear. I'm looking to getting a new helm. I think she's wanting a sword. I met her through her brother, a druid like me, though he is much more skilled. He escorted me through Blackrock and invited me to go into Dire Maul. He's a very solemn person, much like Nine. I guess it runs in the family.

In between various battles, I rode up through Felwood and ventured through the Timbermaw tunnel to Winterspring, a lovely placd covered with snow. It's so breathtaking, but cold. Everything glitters like ice. Nine did not like it so much as I did.

As soon as I manage to get going for the day, I must train further in my druid skills. I'm sure that will cost a small fortune in gold, but it's worth it. I will need all the help I can get in Hellfire.

If I can remember, I will take a picture of my war kitty in the next battle. It will be so nice to not be passed by anymore!

A Day of Triumphs and Tears

2009-06-08T13:51:00.001-04:00

Yesterday I had high hopes when morning came and only sorrow when my day was over. My goals included fishing up dark lobster to cook from the Bay of Storms, finishing my enlisted time fighting in Warsong Gulch, and continuing in the call to service in Alterac Valley for the Stormpike.

I accomplished all that and more. While working my way down to the bay, I got sidetracked and decided to explore the entire area. I picked up a quest from a goblin stuck up on a hill mad about his compass and other supplies being kept by the Blood Elves who abandoned his services. Getting to him brought me in rather close to some satyrs. I ran across some Timbermaw furbogs, but they would not speak to me yet. I'm just grateful they did not attack either. I'm slowly working my way into their good graces. I had more than a few battles dealing with the elves and the demons, but a side benefit was a bag full of herbs.

I fished off a chunk of ruins in the bay and got more than enough lobster for myself and to share with Doemar or sell. I also discovered a group of water elementals called Hydraxis Waterlords. The leader wanted me to fight other elementals in Silithus, but I declined...for now. I fished up several crates (all locked) and opened a few chests here and there, which netted a very nice polearm to sell at auction.

I wish I had stayed out there with the fish! Dealing with people proved a problem. It is one thing to deal with the enemy, another to deal with squabbles and jealousy within your own camps. I did not sleep well last night. I think going back to war in Alterac Valley will be welcome.

Goodies Galore

2009-06-04T08:35:00.003-04:00

I spent way too much time in my new home, Dalaran, fishing and reading, but I'm pleased to say it has paid off. A giant rat grabbed my lure in the Underbelly near the Cantrips and Crows bar and I hauled his wet gray body right up and plopped him out on the ramp leading down into the water where I was fishing. I had been fishing down there on several occasions, saving up a few goodies, such as Magic Eaters and alchemy bottles. The bottles have come in handy for my paladin friend who decided he wanted to be an alchemist. My herbing ability helped as well as I had saved up many herbs in my bank account for inscribing glyphs. He has done so much for me and I'm quite sweet on him, so easy to give those over. He has recently cross trained into retribution, so he'll need a whole new set of glyphs.

I am now a Grand Master at fishing, having fished up way too many coins in the fountain, for which I got a rare coin to carry around and toss once in a while. Took a little while to get that, but not too long. Not much to save from the fountain as I do not eat goldfish. They're way too cute.

I ran around Dalaran trying to read the Arcane Magic books. I got extremely lucky one day, reading a handful within a few moments after Dalaran recovered from a blackout. I had to run like crazy to get to each one before they disappeared. Book theft must be rampant in Dalaran. I think I read about three then, leaving two to go. As soon as I finished reading the last two within a day or so later, I got a letter allowing me to portal up atop Dalaran and speak to someone who promptly allowed me to obtain a Kirin Tor familiar. The familiar is an odd elemental, but very pretty. He's rather large for a pet, much like the rat. I've included a picture of him.

Orphans and Nobility

2009-05-04T13:17:00.003-04:00

I had to stir myself from the doldrums to participate in the Noblegarden activities and also in Children's Week, an effort to make us aware of all the orphans left from the wars and what not.

First I escorted an orc child from Orgrimmar to the Rachet boat dock, the Mor'shan Ramparts, and to see the old Lordaeron throne room atop the Under City. He didn't seem to notice the bloodstain on the floor, thank goodness. He wanted some strawberry ice cream, so I bought that from the goblin between the bank and the Auction House in Orgrimmar. I'm so glad I didn't have to go all the way to the Shimmering Flats for it. The little guy specified a brand name. I also got him a hoof-print from the tauren leader, Cairne Bloodhoof, who seemed really happy to do that for the little boy. The kid was really sweet and called me 'Awesome'! I received a gift of a box which had a cute turtle in it.

Second I headed for Shattrath and picked up a blood elf girl with the exact same coloring as me. How sweet! She was a precocious little thing and had bigger wants than the orc boy. I took her to see the giant fire elemental, the sporeggar, and some of the elders of Silvermoon. She declared she wanted to be a rock star. How funny! Her last request was to see a real dragon in the Caverns of Time in the Tanaris desert. All this time, I've never been there, so it was a treat for me as well. She wanted a toy dragon for a souvenir, so I spent one gold coin on that. When I returned her to the orphanage, our departure was quite sad, but she gave me a new pet, Willy. He's an ugly little thing, but I'm sure he'll grow on me.

Tending to the children made up a part of my day, but the bulk of it I spent gathering eggs and running around doing various tasks related to the Noblegarden festivities. Warstar, a blood elf Death Knight (the same one that helped me get the Azure Whelping), came along for most of my journey, but not all. I now have a new dress, a new pet and my very first title. I am now 'Mortbleu the Noble'. The hardest part of the festivities was finding a dwarf female to put bunny ears on. I almost despaired of seeing one, even in Dalaran, but I told myself to be patient. I finally saw one in Dalaran, but she had on bunny ears and then I lost her! Twenty minutes later I found her in the bank and again I had to wait since she still had on bunny ears. As soon as they wore off, I zapped her. Whenever I had on ears from someone else, I took them off immediately so another could do it. I suppose I am simply nobler.

Sheiraki the Noble

2009-05-01T13:51:00.000-04:00

So much has happened since I last jotted down my thoughts in the collective journal.

I left the guild and subsequently, the palace of the queen. I shall miss everyone, but hopefully I'll see them about as I go questing. I have spent so much time alone since Laromie left, I've had a great deal of time to reflect. Though the decision was most difficult, palace life just didn't feel like the right place for me.

I've been spending time in the Tanaris desert fighting trolls, pirates, and bugs, and fishing off the dock at Steamwheedle Port. My human paladin friend and a member from his guild, another paladin, accompanied me into Zul'Farrak, a hostile walled city full of nasty trolls. I had numerous quests to do in that dry place. Both paladins were able to handle the mob without my help, but I participated fully. My friend is wise enough to let me learn by fighting instead of always clearing a path for me. Unlike Uldaman, I do not anticipate returning with more quests in the future, though I may return to help others when I am more skilled.

This week I have been stuffing myself with chocolates found in Noblegarden eggs! I've had a bit too many and am now sick of them, but attaining the Noble title has been a sweet reward, not to mention a new pet for my trouble, a Spring Rabbit. I actually traded one-hundred chocolates for the rabbit, but then got another one in an egg to release back into the wild. My paladin friend helped me get passed giant lizards at Un'Goro Crater and he escorted me to plant a rose in the Silithus desert. That part was easy enough, but I felt comforted by his presence. He is loads of fun to be with and truly made the festivities much more special. Meeting the flight masters at Marshal's Refuge and in Silithus was a bonus and will make my return trips much easier in the coming week.

I met a mage while egg hunting who was sweet enough to open a portal to Dalaran. The city was the most wondrous place I've been to since viewing the aquarium in the Deeprun Tram system, but unlike the solitude of the tram tunnel, Dalaran is so very crowded. I did not like that! I ran around like a kid at the fair and even used a bit of magic to put bunny ears on Horde women. I did not stay long though and used the public portal system to come back home.

Home.

I guess Stormwind City has become my home. Well, not home really, but my residence. The city is infinitely more central than Darnassus, so I'll have to accept that. There are some grassy areas in the Mage Quarter and the Park, so that works for now.

But They Have Bugs on Them...

2009-04-14T13:03:00.002-04:00

Hmmm... Since my last entry, I have traveled through the Badlands, venturing into Uldaman more times than I care to recall, fighting dark whelpings, ogres, Shadow dwarves, and endless troggs. The troggs are so disgusting to look upon, much less touch to fight them. Their skin is riddled with who knows what...all that scratching they do.

I have also visited the Hinterlands, but I have only explored half of it. Same with Desolace, Tanaris, Feralas, and Stranglethorn Vale. Last night, I went into Mauradon, a cave of the centaur in Desolace. I had completed one task and working on another when a friend I met in the Badlands asked me to go farther into the cave. We failed at completing his quest. Though I could stealth by, he could not, and the mobs were just too much in some places. I have been joining up with others to battle certain demons and I am learning how to fight this way as opposed to being on my own so much. So many of my tasks require more than myself...Mauradon, Zul'Farrak, the Temple of Atal'Hakkar. I must join up with others or wait until I am much stronger. Though I can defeat two or three equal to me, or take down one a few levels more skilled than I am, I cannot take on four or five more skilled.

Though I had already prowled all of the Alterac Mountains, I had to go back to get the Star of Xil'yeh from Grel'borg the Miser, an Ogre. I have encountered him before trying to get a tiara and I won this time as well. He likes to wander up and down the first road to the castle. The first time I saw him, I nearly ran into him, but fortunately I had already cleared the area of his comrades so that I could fight him one to one. This time, I had prowled by everyone searching for him, but when I attacked, no one came to his aid. The Star of Xil'yeh is mine now until I give it up.

Ah, so many things to do, so much higher than I imagine I can do. Somehow I do them all anyway.

Realm of Death

2009-03-23T08:03:00.001-04:00

I thought I was stronger, better, more in tuned to mind and body working together, overcoming fear. Right up until I forgot my training and allowed two Grimtotem Tauren Destroyers to bash my brains in with their heavy maces. My fault really. I could have planned my attack better, watched the distance between them closer, healed myself faster. Any one of those single acts would have made a difference. I am not even sure if I attempted to heal myself at all. My memories of that moment are vague. Though healed now, my head is still sore and my thoughts scattered.

Call it rash, but with this head injury, I agreed to go to battle against the Horde at Arathi Basin. Up to now, my contact with them has been minimum. I should have volunteered my services before now. The first surge met with utter defeat, so soundly, that I spent much time in that ghostly realm with the spirit healer. To describe it...like a dream you don't want to leave...but your comrades are fighting on, dying...one cannot stay in this peaceful place. After regrouping, we surged again, multiple times and won, though the spirit healer had much to do keeping us going. I fought more aggressively than I ever have, the adrenaline of such a heady feeling. I am ready to go back again.

After this, my head was screaming with pain so I retreated to Stormwind, hoping I might have a chance to speak to my paladin friend face to face. He was there and he even escorted me into the stockade to kill a hardened criminal I had missed with my first assassination assignments in that horrible place. To watch him fight...well...I had such...I do not know. I will have to think on this.

I must rest.

Gifts for Survival

2009-03-19T08:55:00.001-04:00

This week I received a bounty of gifts from a human friend that has replaced at least half of my wardrobe and jewelry. These new items are so much better than the old I feel much more capable of doing my duties. I am so very grateful to him and especially love the items he crafted from leather with his own hands. They fit so well, I blush to think of how he must have studied my shape.

After finishing up all the tasks set to me in the Wetlands, I spent a bit of time trying to get a crimson whelping for a pet. After several futile sessions, I had to move on. There were several directives to enter the stockade and assassinate thugs there, men that some felt should be served death instead of prison fare. With a little difficulty, I managed to bring vengeful justice to those whose lives were affected by these lawless men. I should not have entered the stockade alone, as these ruffians are full of bravado until about to die. They run like dogs when death is staring them in the face. All that yelling and screaming brings back a gang of prisoners and twice I was unable to defeat them all. I do not like being a wisp, but at least death did not hold me long.

I also wrapped up a few tasks that sent me into the Arathi Highlands and on over to Southshore in the Hillsbrad Foothills, but I did not agree to do more in those areas as I had much to do on Theramore Isle.

This little gnome at the old lighthouse found this book, Dastardly Denizens of the Deep, about sea monsters and after speaking to some, including Nat Pagle, I found myself back on the docks agreeing to lure one called Tethyr using the restored light from the lighthouse. Twelve marksmen came running to stand ready to shoot the beast once he appeared. My job was to fire upon him using the three mortar cannons positioned on the dock. This is one time when my ability to shapeshift into faster travel form served me well in battle. As a cat, I ran between all the cannons, firing them fast enough to take down Tethyr before he could kill more than two or three marksmen. When I first saw him, I was almost intimidated into running, but I concentrated on my job and succeeded.

Feeling emboldened, I moved toward a privateer ship supposedly carrying propaganda leaflets encouraging the soldiers to desert their posts and Lady Jaina Proudmoore. Getting on the ship was easy enough using stealth, but the tight confines of the lower deck made it difficult for me to avoid detection by one dwarf, who called upon two others to aid him in killing me. Their abilities were equal or better than mine, but thanks to the timely use of my healing spells, I survived. After stealing the leaflets, I looked about for some treasure. So many ships carry treasure, but I found none and after fighting off more gangs of privateers I decided to stop testing my limits and left the ship.

Yes, I am most pleased with my new gear and I must consider how to repay my friend for his generosity.

My What Big Teeth You Have

2009-03-16T19:45:00.004-04:00

Since I mentioned my new cat the other day, I thought I should at least show what he looks like. We're getting along great and I love to hear him call out a warning in his ferocious raspy growl. I haven't picked a name for him yet. I'm sure something will come to me as I get a better feel for his personality.

Questing Alone and Climbing Ranks

2009-03-12T13:30:00.000-04:00

Since Laromie has returned home to Darnassus to help our mother for a while, I have been released from our promise to quest together. I resisted going out alone for a while, but I can only languish so long before major boredom sets in.

Besides that, I wanted my nightsaber and I wasn't allowed to train to ride one until I reached a certain level of proficiency. I have done that and after my riding training, which was very expensive, I purchased a dark striped nightsaber. He's a wonderful beast and gets me around much faster than when I ran everywhere. Not only that, but his side makes a very nice soft furry pillow when I sleep out of doors.

Lately I haven't been sleeping out under the stars as often. I think my presence is expected at the queen's palace after my promotion to a secretary of her trusted cabinet. I'm finding it quite difficult to settle down though and spend most of my nights stretched out on a bed chair by the pool. The center chamber with the pool is more open and I like that better. Maybe it's the water there that I need. I don't really know, but whatever the problem is, my room is, for the most part, unoccupied.

The queen worked out a squire to serve with me when I was still a royal knight and she stated he and I could share my quarters, but if he sleeps in there I haven't noticed. I've not laid eyes on him since his appointment to me by the queen, not that I feel slighted by any means. He is more experienced in many ways than I am, but a bit rusty so the queen says. She thinks I can guide him after his long absence. I doubt it, but I agreed to take him on since he was so kind and respectful toward me. Time will tell how either of us benefit from this assigned relationship.

I don't know if it is the dark depressing area of Darkshire where I've been questing a great deal, but a few nights ago, I cut loose and had a few too many flagons of mead with a human paladin I met in Stormwind City soon after Laromie and I arrived there. He's quite the charmer and he offered to help me in Darkshire, but I refused. I was so rusty from my lazy days after Laromie's departure, I was embarrassed to let him see my inept use of spells and weapons. That's when we decided to go to Goldshire. We danced a while, dueled a bit, including each other. He only had to stand there while I did everything possible to best him. He was quite merciful when he finally smacked me down. I'm hoping to train with him a bit more in the future. I certainly need it. Perhaps I'll do better if I can talk him into taking off some of his armor and I'm not drunk. *grins*

Old Books

2009-02-22T06:01:00.003-05:00

Wandering around exploring in Stormwind city, I came across the Royal Library in the Keep with many interesting books to read. I decided to search around everywhere I've been lately and read more as some of the books did not seem quite complete to me. I read tons of books. I found a list and realized I have five more books to read in places I've not been yet. My eyes are tired from all that reading, but I look forward to more.

Way Too Easy

2009-02-22T05:46:00.003-05:00

Warkin and I decided to do a few quests in the Arathi Highlands after being incredibly lazy during the Lunar Festival and the Love is in the Air Festival. I must say I was a bit concerned that I would have forgotten all my spells, or at least lost a little muscle tone lazing about in the major settlements and cities.

Wrong!

Those Highland Fleshstalkers went down like they were kittens. So did the Boulderfist Ogres, and the stealthy humans at the Northfold Manor. I think my skills are simply better...even rusty ones. I took advantage of the situation and worked on my stave skills. There's something totally satisfying about swinging a weapon upside an ogre's head or poking him so hard in the stomach, he doubles over in pain. Those big bullies against little ol' me. Hah!

Chilling in Darnassus

2009-02-17T13:47:00.001-05:00

After questing a bit last night, I decided to swim and meditate in Darnassus. I have my little spot over the waterfall picked out. It's truly awe inspiring looking out over the cliff, the spray of water, the open air, and the fact that I can't see the bottom. I feel like I could launch myself and fly. Of course, I would die falling off such a steep place, but I go there in my mind.

I finally grew restless and went over to Darkshore to practice using my various weapons. Unfortunately I ran into a bear right off the beach and he swiped me pretty good, knocking me off my feet. Now I have a streak of bloody claw marks running down my arm and a good size bruise on my backside. I don't think I'll have a scar, but so what if i do? What's one more? Good thing I can heal myself to some degree and bandage it all up nicely. Too bad Laromie wasn't around to skin him.

Distractions

2009-02-17T13:46:00.000-05:00

The last week or so has been a whirlwind. I can hardly recall all the moments of change that have occurred. Laromie and I are eager to get our mounts, but must first prove we are capable of handling them. I can hardly wait. I have the one I want picked out already. Getting in the way of questing are other matters we have been attending to that have distracted us away from fighting and training.

The Lunar Festival ran right into the Love is in the Air Festival. We did not celebrate the Lunar Festival much except I did run around speaking to more elders than Laromie so I would have enough elder coins to buy a pant suit to wear to my very first guild meeting. I suspected the women in the guild would wear nice clothes and I didn't wish to stick out like a sore thumb, though I don't feel natural in fancy items. As soon as the formal portion of the meeting was over - or rather I could definitely tell it was over - I changed back into my normal wear-and-tear clothes. I managed to get a new dress for the next meeting by completing a quest during the Love Festival. It's rather revealing, but that part doesn't bother me. I'm comfortable in my own skin. I suppose I feel subconscious in the more delicate attire of women.

I received the Peddlefeet pet in an adoration gift on the very last day of the festival. He's rather sinister looking and the queen has already expressed she does not like the little flying goblins. I will have to make sure to not bring him with me to the palace. I managed to do quite a number of things during the festival.

A new man I met, through odd circumstances, gave me two pets of affection: a blue dragonhawk hatchling and a mana wyrmling. I have named them Victory and Token respectively. He also gave me a "Be Mine" candy heart and some perfume. Rather sweet of him and completely unexpected. He won a bet we made, and I gave him a white kitten. On the more practical side, he is trying to teach me how to jump up onto certain things, which I have failed at miserably. Laromie taught me how to jump up on a fence post, but I can't seem to jump high enough to get up to some places.

I met many new guild members at the last meeting. A few came and went so fast I hardly got a glimpse, but I'll learn them all eventually. There is even a death knight in the group. He's rather wicked looking, rough around the edges in a way that gets my attention. My mother would tell me to stay away from him, which is perhaps the very reason I want to know more.

Love is in the Air!

2009-02-12T07:44:00.003-05:00

What a wonderful festival! I put on my perfume and run around romancing the guards.

And what's the best part? I finally got my Kirin Tor Familiar. Now, he had nothing to do with the Love is in the Air. He had to do with the fact that I had to change my residence to Dalaran for half a week as I searched for rare books. I must say I became very frustrated when one last book eluded me day after day. But I finally got it, read it and Rhonin noticed my efforts. He sent me a new book.

Next thing I know I'm teleported into a special room. Luckily I had on my new Lovely Red Dress. I was given the Kirin Tor Familiar. He's so....big!

Fun Firsts

2009-02-09T18:41:00.009-05:00

I've been collecting a few pictures along the way for my scrapbook and thought I would share some of the delightful things I've experienced.

Here I am riding on a Hippogryph. It's a little bumpy, but I don't care.

Laromie and I jumped on the tram in Stormwind to ride over to Ironforge. I love riding on the tram!

Here I am just after learning how to shapeshift into my cat form. That's Dusty with me, one of my little cats. He wasn't scared of me at all.

Here I am talking with Timmy. I've seen the little human youngster a few times and he's pretty nice if a little dorky. I do like my little white kitten. Laromie has one, too, and we also gave one to our guild leader. She was delighted. I haven't named my kitten yet, but I will once I see what suits her.

Well

2009-02-04T22:06:00.003-05:00

Well at least my mysterious egg doesn't disappoint me. It hatched into a White TickBird Hatchling today. Very pretty and majestic. I would say more, but I've exhausted myself trying to get Mr. Pinchy.

Also, Old Man Barlo has once again denied me a croc baby. I'm so...numb to it now. I don't even expect to see a croc baby with I open my Treasure Bag. I did all that fishing to impress him and he still gives me hooks and random garbage.

I will not give up though! Never!

sighs

2009-02-02T11:05:00.001-05:00

Well.....used Mr. Pinchy's two other wishes. Second wish, he gave me his blessing. Eh. Third wish, he gave me a gift. My heart pounded a little fast as I opened his gift....to find a few health pots and mana pots. *sighs* Well, pretty upset. But I will continue to fish and see what happens.

Attacked?

2009-01-29T07:47:00.002-05:00

Mr. Pinchy attacks the person with the wishes? How outrageous! Makes me wonder if I shall enjoy encountering him some day or not.

I've been so disgusted with my failure to obtain the very last coin I need from the Eventide Fountain in Dalaran, not catching the giant rat in the underbelly, and not finding a new book to read of the Arcane Magic series, that I've been avoiding these activities for a few days.

I shall buck up and make further attempts soon. Right now I'd rather pout.

Mr. Pinchy not so happy... =/

2009-01-28T22:38:00.002-05:00

Well, as I've said, I've been working on gathering more little critters. Lately I've focused on fishing in Blackwind Lake for Mr. Pinchy. Also, while I'm in the area, I work on doing a few tasks for the Sha'tari Skyguard. Mostly just burning some Kaliri eggs and rescuing a Skyguard Prisoner from the evil Arakkoa.

I finally fished up Mr. Pinchy, who grants 3 wishes. As he says, sometimes good things happen...sometimes not. My first wish...no good. A furious Mr. Pinchy appeared and began to attack me.

I was not impressed. Hopefully my next two wishes will fair better. Really, I only need one wish to go well to get the Magical Crawdad. Unfortunately I have to wait a whole two days before I can make another wish. Thankfully, I have alot of patience.

Didn't have to wait too long...

2009-01-28T17:33:00.002-05:00

So after giving Mortbleu my first Tickbird Hatchling, I was a little nervous I would have to wait forever until my Mysterious Egg hatched into another one. However, after just 2 eggs, I have recieved another one. He's the prettiestcolor of brown I think and the vanity as gone to his head. It was very difficult to get a decent picture of him since he tended to fly right behind my head. But I finally got one that was good enough.

Fashion

2009-01-25T17:20:00.006-05:00

I used my ancestral elder coins from the Lunar Festival to buy a festival dress. Here it is front and back. Rather pretty, though useless for questing.

Here is the robe I got from a Darkmoon Faire wizard by using my Rogue's Deck, a set of cards I can make with my inscription skills. Not exactly a fashion statement, but not a bad thing for a young mage or warlock starting out. I kept it around as a memento, since by the time I could make the cards, the use was of no value to me. Selling the card set is nice though and the gear they bring is better than the usual gear a low level trainee gets.

Leaving Home

2009-01-25T17:01:00.006-05:00

I am leaving my childhood in Darnassus and beginning a new life in the world beyond my home. Though I am not leaving Darnassus in the physical sense forever and I will return often, it is time to move on in my life, to fulfill my destiny. I've just begun training to become a druid with the Cenarion Circle. I guess I already am one now, but there is so much more to know, I feel greatly humbled to say that I am a part of this mysterious calling. I leave behind an easier life, but I go forward knowing I will become something bigger than I am.

I do feel a little funny contributing to this journal since I am a member of the Alliance and the others here are Horde, but Miaumoo suggested I give it a go. I met her in Moonglade and she made me feel very welcome though we have different outlooks on the strain between the Alliance and the Horde. Perhaps one day, the two sides will see more eye to eye.

Well...finally back on track...

2009-01-24T23:04:00.003-05:00

I'll admit, for awhile I was distracted by doing fishing things. I had hope by increasing my fishing skills I'd be more worthy to Old Man Barlo and he would give me a baby croc. However, many tasks later, he still hasn't given me one. What am I doing wrong?

However, I decided to try and get a Crimson Whelping. This is also a pet that had eluded me time and time again. Overall I would estimate my time spent on this pet around 10 hours. Not all at once of course. So the last few days I started trying again. On about the 4th run, I finally got it! He's so pretty. Now I have 56 pets and I take care of each one personally. ^_^

How Very Pretty

2009-01-19T12:15:00.003-05:00

Somehow Blign and I missed exploring the cave at Marshal's Refuge in the Un'Coro Crater. There's a little gnome in there collecting power crystals in all the four colors, 7 each, which we collected long ago. Nice to turn those in. I have to say the cave is very pretty with all those glowing crystals in there. Wouldn't it be nice if every task turned out to be so easy?

Tiny Emerald Whelping

2009-01-17T22:07:00.003-05:00

I've been traveling around today buying pets and books, etc. Poisenyx sent me a Bombay cat and I purchased a Siamese one along with some other pets. The cats and rabbits are growing on me.

Surprisingly, Toyomae sent me a Tiny Emerald Whelping just out of the blue. She doesn't wrap up gifts. "Here you go, Sis." That's about it. She did say that she and Warkin made one trip around the big pond, as one comes in from the west side into the Swamp of Sorrows, killing dreaming whelps and adolescent whelps (mostly so more dreaming whelps would appear) and by the time they started to go around again, they killed about 3 more dreaming whelps and TA DA!...it drops the tiny baby.
I'm very pleased.

I now have 37 pets...I think.

Tickbird Hatchling

2009-01-14T20:36:00.004-05:00

Miaumoo sent another gift just today...a tickbird hatchling from one of her mysterious eggs. Isn't he lovely? Look at the graceful span of his wings as he flies.

I shall look at him as he flies beside me and think of Miaumoo's generous heart, for she doesn't even have this pet for herself yet. She gave me the first one.

*sniff*

Wind Rider

2009-01-13T15:24:00.004-05:00

I finally broke down a couple of days ago and paid for training so I could purchase a wind rider. Expensive! Miaumoo had invited me to go fishing in various remote lakes in Outland claiming we had to fly there on our own. Blign doesn't have a flying mount yet and when we rushed off to Northrend, I didn't worry about it anymore. I've only recently felt like I could afford to buy another mount and take care of it.

We headed over to Shadowmoon Village and I poured all that heavy gold coin out to the trainer. He sent me over to a tauren vendor, Dama Wildmane, at the stables there. Miaumoo and I looked them over. I had to decide between green or blue since the tawny one didn't interest me. I leaned toward the blue one and Miaumoo said for me to go stand by it and see how I looked. We're girls...what can I say?

Both of us agreed on the blue one. I haven't named him yet, but he's just a great mount already. I can tell these things. He was very patient with my inept handling. It helped some that I'd already ridden on a flying mount to take out blightbeasts at Icemist Village the day before, but I still have much to learn.

I'll have to save up more for cold weather flying in Northrend. Helps that Miaumoo and I found a green macaw in the Deadmines to sell on the Auction House and split the profit. I had no idea that selling pets could be so profitable.

The Deadliest Catch

2009-01-13T14:06:00.002-05:00

After sitting here in the grass a while, I got over my depression of not having the giant sewer rat. Miaumoo's gain is not my loss. Congratulations to her on obtaining another unique pet. My time will come. She's doing so well in her fishing now and I'm excited about that, especially because we can go on fishing adventures.

Speaking of...

Miaumoo wanted the two of us to go fishing in Zul'Gurub. I agreed, not really knowing what I was getting into, but willing because...well...it's fishing. We met up in Orgrimmar and she presented me with a beautifully wrapped gift...a cat. I wasn't going to get any domesticated cats since they are such a human type pet, but the little furball is growing on me.

Anyway, we got on the Zeppelin to Grom'gol and rode over to this troll like temple area. Once inside the gate, we crept over to the left and jumped right off the waterfall! What fun! She didn't tell me there were crocolisks on the banks until I'd already jumped off. Funny girl! She knows me too well it seems. I would have stood up there trying to assess the risks, which there were none at the base of the falls.

We swam around killing groups of those so we could fish in schools of Zulian Mudskunks. Ugliest fish I've seen! We got attacked by frenzied fish, too, though they are pretty despite their nature. We came up on Pagle's Pointe, a nice little fishing spot right in view of the ugliest boss I've seen in a while. He was standing up on part of the temple, huge and hideous with a bird head and weird arms. Ewww...

We found Nat Pagle's measuring tape inside a tackle box. It had his name on it. He must be a little anal I guess. We decided to leave and return the tape to him. He rewarded us by letting us buy this special lure contraption in a barrel for a gold a piece. Tells us there's this big creature in the water at Zul'Gurub called Gahz'ranka and we can use his lure with five Zulian Mudskunks in it to get this thing.

Oh yeah?

Miaumoo's all for it.

So we go back to Pagle's Poine, sneaking in again, swimming around avoiding more crocs. We can't find anymore mudskunks, but we have eight between us. I gave one to her to put in her barrel first. She throws it out over the water from the pointe. I suppose she could have used her fishing rod, but I guess she was too excited.

The barrel sits on the water.

That's it?

Oh no.

The barrel sort of explodes and the water starts churning. Up comes this green and yellow three-headed monstrosity coming right for us slowly. Not what I was expecting! He starts attacking and knocks us up in the air about three times before we die. Other than the dying part, it was sort of fun. I'm glad we brought along some magic potions to help us resurrect.

Whew!

We still have barrels, so we get the bright idea to go back the next day. We fished up two more mudskunks so we'll have five to put in my barrel. I didn't want to appear too sophisticated using my fishing rod, so I threw mine in just like Miaumoo did.

Gahz'ranka came right up taking his time and headed over. I cast a few frost bolts at him and Miaumoo was trying to distract him.

I channeled a few arcane missiles at him, too. Not my strongest spell, but...eh...they're fun.

Needless to say, we died again, but we knew that would happen and came prepared. What a load of fun that was. Miaumoo may be all sentimental and sweet with her kitty presents, but she's got a great sense of adventure!

AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!

2009-01-12T20:31:00.002-05:00

I can't believe it! Miaumoo caught the rat? That picture is fake. It's fake. It has to be fake.

That's it.

I feel so much better.

What a funny joke she pulled! Ha Ha

Wow! That's a big rat!

2009-01-12T20:25:00.002-05:00

Well.....finally I was skilled enough to fish in Dalaran. And....maybe after...oh I dunno....an hour or so of fishing in the underbelly, and BING! I got the Giant Sewer Rat! I am most pleased, but I am sorta nervous about what Mortbleu will think. I know she has been working really hard to get it....weeks...and I get it in hours. Hopefully, she'll forgive me.

Take that Old Man Barlo!!

Two Dragon Aspects

2009-01-12T13:59:00.007-05:00

As a young elf, I listened to my mother talk of Alexstrasza, the red dragon and her sister, Ysera, the green dragon. Having never seen them, the two dragons seem more like a myth than something real. When I was told to speak to Krasus, I thought perhaps the person meant some other Krasus...not THE Krasus.

When I am flown up to the top level of the Wyrmrest Temple by a red dragon, to my utter surprise, there stands Alexstrasza in human form with her consort, Krasus. I was rendered speechless for several moments. My mother always called him Korialstrasz, his dragon name. Even in human form, he's imposing, standing well over me. His devotion to Alexstrasza is legendary. The view from up there over the Dragonblight was breathtaking, but I felt I could have stood there staring at the two of them forever.

Luckily, I was pulled aside to speak with others there...Chromie, Lord Itharius, and Nalice, all ambassadors for different dragonflights, namely the bronze, green, and black respectively. Nalice had a chip on her shoulder about the black dragons reputation, but I still spoke with her. Lord Itharius sent Blign and me off to collect Lasher seeds from the Emerald Dragonshrine.
Dare I hope that indeed Ysera truly exists, like her sister?

She does!

Best of all, she's in her dragon form. She's so beautiful. Of course, she completely ignored me and I didn't bother her in her dream like state.

We did speak with Nishera, the Garden Keeper. She wanted us to kill a few skytalons. The balance of the garden was out of whack I suppose. We did that, but then she thought perhaps Alystros, the verdant keeper in charge of defense might be mad that we killed some of the skytalons. We had to get one of his plumes for her. We laid out some of the molts and he flew right down from his perch and took us out before we could even blink. The next attempt, we grouped with an orc and a high level tauren agreed to lend his assistance as well. This time we prevailed. I even brought out my water elemental to fight. That was one mad bird! Nishera promised us that Alystros would resurrect himself and return to defend the place as usual. I hope he doesn't hold a grudge.

My trip to the Emerald Dragonshrine not only netted me a view of Ysera, the lasher seeds (easy enough to get from the lashers), but the lashers yielded herbs for my herb bag. Nice.

My Future Self

2009-01-12T13:22:00.000-05:00

Chromie, the tiny but stout ambassador for the Bronze Dragonflight, sent Blign and me on an odd quest. I don't really understand what all happened.

Blign and I were each given an hourglass of eternity to place and defend inside the Bronze Dragonshrine where fighting is going on between the defenders and the Infinite Dragonflight. She tells us that immortals can't go in because of some time warp. Great.

The Bronze Dragonshrine is not far from the Wyrmrest Temple, to the northeast as I recall, but I wasn't really paying attention. Blign rode his dreadsteed through some condors that attacked and then we had to fight past a giant Magnataur near the base of the mountain. One obvious path up the right side was too slick, so we headed up the wider left side without problems. Down in a bowl area at the top with lots of dragon bones, Blign set out his hourglass. His future self appeared to help defend! Waves of dragonkin melee and casters showed up, two at a time, then three, and just when we think the fight is over, a large dragon shows up. Nozdormu? Blign didn't do so well at this point, but his future self lasted, as did I. Mission complete.

Now it is my turn to lay down my hourglass.

I found it extremely surreal to listen to my future self speaking to me in whispers afterward. If she said things during the battle, I didn't notice. She was rather critical of my abilities and my gear! Hmph! I lasted for two fights, did I not? She did instruct me to stay safe so that she could exist in the future. Fine.

Chromie seemed surprised that we saw Nozdormu, or at least we think we did. She reasoned it out for herself though, something I still don't get. If that was him, he was fighting us, not helping.

Perhaps I imagined the whole thing in a dream...

Some surprises aren't so pleasant...

2009-01-11T22:17:00.004-05:00

Well, like I have mentioned before, I have been working on my fishing. Lately, I've been hunting down certain wreckage pools to fish from. This brought me to Feralas on the coast alongside the sea giants, Deep Striders.

I'm fishing, watching this giants walk by....when one stops. I wonder if maybe he was alerted to my presence. He bends forward and releases a bubble of green gas out. He then proceeds to walk a few steps, turns around as if surprised by this bubble, then joyfully pops it with his finger.

I am standing there with my mouth open in shock. Probably not a good idea to have my mouth open when green gas fluids from a recently popped bubble are falling the air.

Fascinated and grossed out, I followed one for awhile, waiting to see it happen again. I did not have to wait long...

And then he pops it!

Needless to say, I will not being fishing along the coast anymore. I thought the area smelled funny.

The Lurker Below!

2009-01-10T22:47:00.004-05:00

Well, I have been working on my fishing. Trying to catch up to Mortbleu. I've been doing a few tasks here and there for Old Man Barlo. Hopefully he will remember come croc baby time.

But the most pleasure I have had while fishing had nothing to do with the fish. I was calmly fishing in Zangarmarsh when I heard this very peculiar singing. Just a little silly whimsical song. I looked around and didn't see anyone at all. The singing stopped and I figured I was just hearing things. Then, few hours later, I hear it again. This time instead of looking around, I looked right at my side. To my surprise and utter delight, my little Cobra Hatchling was singing! She has such a fun little voice. Now I have her by me all the time when I fish and she sings for me. Don't worry, I still give Pengu the fish I don't throw back.

I also decided to test my fishing skills against the Lurker. He resides deep within Serpentshrine Cavern. It was difficult to get to the strange pool, but once I did, I was able to fish him up after a few casts. Then I tried to run, which sadly didn't work out very well. Thankfully I have magics against permenant death.

No Fool for Fish

2009-01-09T13:54:00.000-05:00

I've been a bit lazy on my alchemy, so I visited with my trainer in Dalaran several days ago. She thought it would be beneficial to make Guru's Elixir, which calls for 3 vials of pygmy oil. She also expected me to make the oil myself. The oil comes from pygmy suckerfish. I've made oils from fish before, such as blackmouth oil and fire oil. Messy, but soap and water take care of that.

I have fished off the coast in Northrend, but not inland and I didn't look forward to finding a spot to fish in peace. When this guy started hawking his catch of pygmy suckerfish, I asked how much he wanted for a string of 20. 100 gold! Can you believe that? I told him that was too rich for my blood. He lowered his price to 90 gold. Outrageous. I said they're just fish and I can fish. He moved on with his burden to cheat some other fool.

I still had no fish.

My first attempt to fish at the lake in the Borean Tundra netted one suckerfish while I dodged loot crazed divers and wondered constantly what might be sneaking up on my blindside. A gnome rogue, that's what! The pesky little devil ruined my fishing.

Blign suggested another spot, which turned out to be most pleasant and relatively safe. All my rat fishing has maxed out my fishing skills and I didn't even need a lure. Between the two of us, we had plenty of suckerfish in no time at all, plus lots of other fish to sell. Not only did I save gold, I made gold.

I love the sound of gold clinking in my coin purse.

A race?

2009-01-08T22:28:00.005-05:00

Well, I will admit that I have been working on my fishing. Hopefully, with a higher skill, maybe...just maybe, Old Man Barlo will deem me worthy of a croc baby. It's the only thing I can think of. And, along the way, I hope to catch a magical crawdad and a giant sewer rat. I've seen one in the underbelly of Dalaran and it's quite huge.

Pengu has been ever so faithful by my side while I fish. I think its cause I occasionaly will toss him one. I have been fishing day and night, studying hard to better my skill.
The Kalu'ak were nice enough to sell me a special fishing rod. The thing is huge, but fits well in my Tauren hands.

This is before I got my new rod. It was very peaceful in Dustwallow Marsh that evening.

It's a Race!

2009-01-08T18:56:00.003-05:00

I've been portaling Miaumoo up to Shattrath when old man Barlo has a quest with the potential for a croc baby in the treasure bag. I'd love to have one, too, so I don't mind bringing her along. She told me recently that she's been working on her fishing skills so she can fish in Dalaran, my fishing haunt of late.

Though I'm happy she's working on something that I love doing already, I have to say I think I'd be a bit envious if she somehow manages to get a giant sewer rat before I do. I've been trying so hard! It might mimic the azure whelping that Warstar managed to get on one try.

I suppose the thing to do is stop writing and get busy fishing!

Useless Shadow Spells

2009-01-04T09:11:00.003-05:00

Warkin and I decided to follow through with orders to enter Shadowfang Keep from varous Forsaken people. We were supposed to find a couple of Deathstalker agents that had gone in there before us, the Book of Ur, and kill Arugal, a human leader of the wolf men. Given the delay in our tasks, the whole place should have been a snap and it was...to a degree.

Some of the wolf men were immune to shadow damage. Not good! Really nice to have a warrior along to slice on them.

Here is Fenrus the Devourer attempting to eat me.

Well, well, well...

2009-01-03T15:05:00.005-05:00

I heard the fat cow was trying to get a croc baby. I myself could care less. Who wants some cute worthless pet following it around, whining, getting in the way and what not. However, seeing the cow's problems in obtaining said pet, I thought I'd try myself.

And of course, I'm successful. Old Man Barlo would not dare disappoint me. Thus, I got Snarly's Bucket, which out pops Snarly.

Of course, he's far too cute, being nothing but a baby. But its worth keeping him around just to see the look in the fat heifer's eyes. Mwhahaaha

I got him!

2008-12-31T18:05:00.002-05:00

Success! Like totally! I'm so happy. I finally trained enough and it took forever it seems. I tamed me a wild Ironhide Devilsaur. He was a tough son of a bitch, as to be expected. But I'm no pansy myself.

I named him Crichton. I think he likes it.

Well I'm out. Gotta teach Crichton the ropes.

*kiss kiss*

Well...good news...and bad news...

2008-12-31T15:26:00.003-05:00

So through word of mouth, I find out that that old man is offering baby crocs today. Alas, the treasure bag he gives me after the task I did not have a baby croc in it. Am I not worthy? Can he not tell how well I take care of my companions now? I feed them, brush them (well, the ones you can brush at least), clean up after them, make sure they get enough excerise. I love them, yet he refuses to give me one of his precious croc babies. I am not good enough in his eyes, I must try harder.

But, thankfully, my second mysterious egg hatched today. As I cried away my sorrow from not getting a baby croc I heard a little squeek. To my much pleasure and joy, out came a Proto-Drake Whelp!

He's such a darling. He was a little snappy, but I'm sure he'll get over it. And thanks to his strong wings, he's able to fly with me when I spread my own wings. One cannot imagine the lonliness I usually feel in the sky since most of my pets are unable to follow. But now, I have a friend in the air with me. I could not be happier.

Here he is flying with me high about Shatt.

Arcane Magic Book - Conjuration

2008-12-31T10:42:00.007-05:00

Just read another book: The Schools of Arcane Magic - Conjuration. I think all of these have been written by Archmage Aethas Sunreaver. He's in the group picture below. I've also read (some of them twice): On the Virtues of Magic, Bundle of Romantic Correspondences, Portals Are NOT Garbage Bins, Kirin Tor Montly (Nov Issue).

Speaking of famous people, Rhonin, leader of the Kirin Tor, and his mate, Varessa Windrunner, the youngest of the Windrunner girls (the middle sister is the Dark Lady, Sylvanas), hang out in the Violet Citadel. I stopped to listen in on their conversation after reading the book. Rhonin, oddly enough as a human, is more friendly to me than Varessa. One would expect that I have more connections to her since she's a High Elf, than him. I'll try not to take the affront personally.

As I left the citadel, I noticed just how lovely Dalaran is, though it does bother me to feel the ground shake every so often. Right now, it's all decorated for the Winter Veil Festival.

They're Just Too Cute

2008-12-31T09:20:00.006-05:00

A couple of days ago, Miaumoo, being obsessed with pets, decided to help me get the Smolderweb Hatchling and the Worg Pup. We had to get inside Blackrock Mountain in the Searing Gorge. I'd never been to that mountain; my whole experience in the Searing Gorge has been extremely limited. Both of these pets are kept in cages when I don't have them following me around. I'm not sure how ferocious the puppy is considering he didn't even attack that bunny. ^_^

Had a fun day yesterday. I jumped on the zeppelin out of Orgrimmar to Grom'gol and flew on a wyren to Kargath. I rode over the dusty hot landscape of the Badlands toward the eastern side, stopping along the way to collect a few herbs for Toyomae. I know she loves the flowers and herbs as much as I do. Anyway, in Lethlor Ravine, I encountered the Scalding Whelpings, which tried to throw fireballs at me. I spent a bit of time there, not too bad, before one dropped a Dark Whelping. Here's a shot of the dead Scalding, my new pet, and me teleporting back to Orgrimmar.

He's not exactly a pet--and don't tell him I said that--, but Arille Azuregaze is cute. Arille is a little pale I guess from being inside bartending all day. I've been getting to know him by frequenting the Legerdemain Lounge a lot looking for one of the magic books on the main floor where he is. I also brought him some northern stew and wine for a convention recently.

I also delivered a cheese tray to Ronid Glowergold in the leatherworking shop, but he's not so cute being a dwarf, so I didn't try to get his picture. I guess a dwarf is cute to other dwarves.

Mammoth Rider

2008-12-28T09:56:00.004-05:00

I've been working on D.E.H.T.A. quests today, freeing calves from traps, luring hunters into their own traps, stealing animal part shipments, killing some clam diver while fending off reefer sharks, and killing Karen the Culler. The hardest task was taking an orphaned calf to Khu'nok, a giant behemoth. Khu'nok is so much larger than me, it was rather intimidating to walk up to him. He wanted Blign and me to go kill Kaw, the Mammoth Detroyer. Not only were we asked to kill this horrid Tauren, but we had to ride on Mammoth bulls to do it.

Me? On a bull mammoth?

The subdued bull allowed me to climb on top; shocking me completely. I had to tug on his rough hide and bristly hair until I sat back behind his ears. Taking out Kaw wasn't easy. We trampled, trumpeted, and charged. Took me a bit to learn how to control such a powerful animal. In truth we failed on our first two attempts, but then Kaw went down.

Here's a shot of my baby mammoth calf as we approached Khu'nok. I'm so little, the baby completely obscured me.

Chillin' in Dun Garok

2008-12-27T13:24:00.004-05:00

Warkin and I rode over to Dun Garok on a mission to steal a keg of shindigger stout. Turned out to be a pretty big keg for such short people on fat little legs. We fought our way in and all through the place until we found some brew on the left side after heading downstairs into a common room with a nice big fireplace, food, and other goodies. We hung around a while and then left. I'm sure we'll be back at some point.

I forgot to mention that I subdued a felhunter as my next demon. I've yet to summon him as my slave though. Just haven't had the need I guess. He was no match for BlueBoy and spells. Felt a little odd dealing with humans to train, but as the man said, we warlocks must stick together.

Want One, NOT be One

2008-12-27T11:06:00.004-05:00

I found another couple of Underbelly Elixirs, one under the water and one beside a wall near the drain water. Both turned me into a giant pink firefly. I do like pink, but I don't wish to be a bug.

I fished in the Dalaran fountain today and got a handful of coins and lots of goldfish. I know it's bad taste to fish in the fountain, but I can't help it.

Evil to Honor for Azure Whelping

2008-12-27T07:00:00.003-05:00

I decided to go to Azhara since I wasn't having any luck with fishing up a rat. The blue dragonkin in Azhara have Azure Whelpings and I wanted one. I stayed there for over an hour before Warstar came along and agreed to help me. He killed a Draconic Mageweaver for his first kill there trying to reach me.

The red-hooded caster dropped the Azure Whelping.

Warstar is a Death Knight. I haven't known him long, just a brief acquaintance when he showed up in Orgrimmar toward the beginning of the Winter Veil festivities. Death Knights, servants to the Lich King, cause fear and loathing to people who know their past and one isn't too sure of their purpose until they prove themselves worthy of trust.

I just stood there wondering if he would give me the whelping or keep it.

He handed the little one over to me with a smile.

I'm overjoyed and grateful. Warstar did what he said he would do and now I have a new pet...and a new friend.

Happy Winter Veil!

2008-12-25T09:46:00.003-05:00

Thanks to Father Winter, I got a Tiny Snowman. And then, much to my joy and surprise, Breanni's sent me a letter with a new pet. Now I have Stinker too. With 51 pets, it will be tough to take care of them all, but I am up to the challenge.

There is Toyomae with her new helper. How cute.

I'm so happy!

2008-12-24T12:23:00.004-05:00

I've gotten over my depression with the croc baby. Today my mysterious egg hatched finally! With anticipation, I watched it start to crack and out came a Cobra Hatchling! It's so exotic looking...I love her! I'll take good care of her and she'll love me too hopefully.

Bugs and Books

2008-12-24T05:26:00.005-05:00

While searching for books in Dalaran, I've been fishing in the underbelly hoping to catch a giant rat. I've caught lots of gross stuff, but also some magic eaters that when consumed restore health with a surprise finish. Here's me as a bug after eating one. I'll have to remember not to eat this on the battlefield.

I did find another Schools of Arcane Magic book: Necromancy. The fat book was lying on a shelf in the Legerdemain Lounge upstairs in one of the guest rooms. In my search I've also read: Stay Out!!!, a portion of some girl's diary up on the balcony of the Threads of Fate store; LAVA BLAST by Pyroco; and the Kirin Tor Monthly May issue, both in the Violet Citadel. All were interesting.

sigh

2008-12-21T16:45:00.002-05:00

I'm fairly depressed. I was told today by a friend that Old Man Barlo was giving out treasure bags with baby crocs in them today. I did his task...but sadly, my bag did not have a croc in it.

Maybe another day.

Still have a few days left on my mysterious egg. Hopefully, I'll have better luck with it.

I must have him!

2008-12-21T09:55:00.005-05:00

Mortbleu I see has far surpassed me in her training. I'm not really surprised, she seemed like a book worm.

Recently, I was in Un'goro Crater...one of my favorite areas I've decided. I was there with my faithful companion, Rajah. Rajah is a Elder Stranglethorn Tiger I tamed back when I was quite a bit younger. Sadly, the times have been hard on him. Unlike some Hunters, I become very fond of my companion and I would rather retire them too early than too late, ya know?

So I was running around in Un'goro, thinking of what I should get next.....I love all the big cats....maybe a wolf? All the beasts have certain aspects that I just love...it makes choosing so hard!

Then, I heard a faint thud. Then another. Thud.....Thud...THUD. It was getting louder. I turned around in the direction of the noise.....and there he was!

I must have him! Look at the size of him! The grace! He's totally awesome in every way! I almost got too close while I was tracking him but thankfully my hawkstrider outran him, barely. He's an unusual beast. I will have to train more before I'll be able to obtain him. Which is fine, I am not quite ready to give up Rajah into retirement. He's been so faithful.

Well, I need to train, not sit around writing in a journal!

*kiss kiss*

Reindeer, Murlocs, and a Dragon

2008-12-20T21:46:00.004-05:00

I had several adventures today. I decided to help out with the Winter Veil treats that were stolen and then one of the workers hunting them went missing. Not too hard to find him, though he'd been turned into a snowman by the Abominable Greench. I recovered the treats from the over sized yeti. Couldn't do anything for the poor snowman. On my way to rescue Metzen the reindeer from the Southsea pirates (which was successful), I drank some of the Winter Veil brew in my bags and turned into a reindeer. What a trick! At least while I was in Tanaris I bought a few more pets, some owls and moths. Poisonyx bought the blue moth for me. Isn't that sweet of her?

Some of the Kirin Tor at Amber Ledge in Northrend sent Blign and me off to check rifts and one such spot was back in the Winterfin area. Made me think of the little tadpoles again, so I've included a picture of them from my scrapbook.

The same Kirin Tor sent us over to Coldarra, a cold snowy place I hadn't seen yet. We rode over on a dragon! How exciting! That alone was worth so much. I love flying. Such a treat I'll not soon forget.

Wondrous Things

2008-12-19T22:01:00.005-05:00

Two things occurred today before I retired to the inn: I received an Imp in a Ball and I found another Schools of Arcane Magic book to read, Illusions.

The Illusions book was in the corner of the decking in the Violet Hold of Dalaran right on top of a crate. There are more books to read, but at least I found one with real information in it. I did get to read Blinking Rules and Regulations yesterday. I must say I've never had a really bad result from using the spell.

The Imp in a Ball is not like Toyomae's imp. This imp tells your fortune when you ask a question after bringing out the ball. Of course, being an imp, he's a bit smart with his answers, but he's still sort of cute rolled up in the ball. I had to go to Booty Bay to pick him up from Landro Longshot, a goblin on the dock.

I'm very tired after portaling to Orgrimmar and the subsequent travel to Booty Bay and back. I hope there are no bugs in the padding of my bed.

Teleporting to Dalaran

2008-12-18T12:11:00.002-05:00

I decided to return to Dragonblight and head toward Agmar's Hammer so I could speak to Archmage Aethas Sunreaver through the portal veil. Pretty niffy that he can make an image of himself in another place apart from his physical body. He gave me a crystal to use in a pit at Moonrest Gardens to attune myself with the ley lines of Northrend. Going to a garden area didn't sound so bad.

Little did I know.

There are dragonkin mage hunters and darkhounds guarding the place. It's a ruin more than anything. The term 'garden' is a stretch, though I have found lots of herbs in a frozen state in the area. Blign and I fought our way past a few hounds and a dragonkin. We were standing there trying to decide how to get into the pit, when I fell in, literally. Thank goodness my slow fall spell comes to mind without thinking too hard...and that I carry light feathers always. Blign found the path down and met me as I came up after using the crystal. He decided we would just ride like demons back out of the area.

He didn't make it.

I wouldn't have made it either except for having the ability to blink. That last hound chasing me...well...never mind. I did run back to Blign to help him, but he was in too much trouble. After recovery, we decided to stick around and kill nerubians and collect some Horde armaments in crates. That took a while. Even the elk are blighted in this area. We also swore in some Taunk'la refugees at Westwind Refugee Camp to the Horde at Emissary Brighthoof's request.

Once I returned to Agmar's Hammer and handed over the crystal, I made a little gold portaling a guy to Shattrath and then I teleported to Dalaran for the first time. I like it there, but it was crowded. The place is a book lover's dream. This morning, I got to read a book in the crystal teleportation room called 'The Schools of Arcane Magic - Introduction' or something like that. I have to say, it left me hanging without the other books to read. I searched around amongst several books on shelves all over the city, but no luck. I'll have to try again later.

Fishing, Gifts, and the Mysterious Nyx Sisterhood

2008-12-18T12:07:00.002-05:00

Lydianyx sent a missive to Blign and me that she noticed Old Man Barlo talking about Bait Bandits, so I used my portaling skill to get us to Shattrath and we rode out to see him. Old Man Barlo sent Blign and me off to do a little fishing for Blackfin Darters. He gives little treat bags for the effort. Blackfin Darters are in the rivers of Terokkar Forest, so we hitch a ride over to Stonebreaker Hold. I stopped just beyond the bridge into the hold, but Blign ran on down the road a ways. We both got the darter on our first cast using lures, but Blign also got ganked by an Alliance member. I retreated back into the hold and never saw the treacherous fellow. We finished fishing off the bridge at the hold before going back to Shattrath for our goody bags. I got a spool of spun truesilver fishing line, more hooks, and some junky thing that I'll pass on to a vendor for someone else to buy. With new line on my limited edition Nat Pagle Extreme Angler fishing pole, those little fish will have a hard time getting away.

Nefariousnyx sent me a Winter Veil gift nicely wrapped up in festive purple paper. She doesn't like to admit it, being forsaken and all without a beating heart, but I think she has a bit of a softer side. I'm certainly glad because she sent me a mechanical yeti. Normally I wouldn't want a mechanical pet, but he looks just like the yeti of the Alterac Mountains or Winterspring, only miniature. Those yeti were immune to my frost spells, so neat that I have a little mini version to go along with my frosty side. He doesn't look mechanical, so all the better.

Hmmm...Lydianyx...Nefariousnyx. I know another 'nyx' as well, a mage like me. Is there some mysterious sisterhood of 'nyx's out there?

Pengu

2008-12-18T09:56:00.004-05:00

Well, after many days of endless tasks, I'm proud to announce that I got Pengu!

He's an evil looking little thing...but it's hard to believe he's evil when he waddles so adorably behind me. Judge not by a book's cover they say...

In other news, not only have I gained the Kalu'ak's trust, but the Oracles as well. I was finally able to obtain a mysterious egg from them. I simply cannot wait til it hatches and I see what's inside.

Ugh!

2008-12-18T07:50:00.003-05:00

This is what happened to me when I stepped into the Winter Wondervolt machine outside Orgrimmar. The only thing good in the picture is my Spirit of Competition pet!

Right in the Face!

2008-12-16T18:01:00.004-05:00

I handed over my book about Winter Veil to Cairne Bloodhoof in Thunder Bluff and he seemed to appreciate that I actually read the book. I stepped out of the teepee and...well...I had this snowball...and...well...I threw it at him. LOL...he didn't even flinch. He's so tough! I'm glad he has a sense of humor and didn't fuss at me.

I made some gingerbread cookies and took a glass of milk to the Orc dressed up as Great-father Winter. He keeps calling me a little girl. Anyway, my cooking skills are not good enough to make Hot Apple Cider, but I got the recipe for later on. Mortbleu's been cooking longer than I have. Hopefully she'll give me some pointers.

Underneath the Robe

2008-12-14T22:34:00.005-05:00

After a day of questing, I have my first goofy looking hat, a decent pair of breeches, and some great gear. I finally got to replace my ugly sea-dog pants. Of course, one can only see my pants without my robe, so I took it off for your pleasure. Not exactly color coordinated, but my new duds will do.

Lazy Style Through Blackfathom Deeps

2008-12-14T22:03:00.015-05:00

Warkin and I didn't have a group to go into Blackfathom Deeps, so Miaumoo decided she would escort us in and experience the place for herself as well. Given her experience level, Warkin and I just came along in her wake.

Here's a trench of sorts toward the bottom of the Elune Temple after we had gone through confusing caves and flooded areas. Miaumoo is back behind us sharpening her claws on the stonework.

Here she is in bear-form kicking butt while we wait in safety. I couldn't cast as fast as she could kill.

As one can see, she's shredding them up.

Here's Miaumoo sitting pretty after all that work. Her pet sinister squashling right below her thinks it's the queen I'm sure.

I rather liked the Blackfathom Deeps as far as adventure and wonder goes. I'm rather happy Miaumoo decided to explore as well so I can look back with fond memories instead of counting my scars.

Where in the world is Miaumoo!

2008-12-13T22:20:00.007-05:00

Well....after many days, I have finally earned the title of Explorer. My wings are tired and my wolf's paws have blisters, the poor thing. I barely have the energy to write in my journal so I
will just include a few shots of my journey.

That's my explorer dance before I crashed in the inn.

New Robes

2008-12-13T09:13:00.002-05:00

Blign and I descended into the Magmoth cave near Bor'gorok Outpost to kill shamans and crushers and mates (and their offspring which comes along whether you want them or not). The shamans have nasty little fire totems that shoot fireballs. We learned to destroy them first, though Blign's felguard usually ran over and did it for us. Smart demon.

We also had the mission to speak with Farseer Grimwalker's spirit. He's supposed to be deep in the cave, but we couldn't find him. We'll have to go back and fight our way in again. There were also lots of boxes in there, but we didn't know what they were.

For our troubles, we were awarded new robes, so now we look a little alike again...except I'm cuter since my skin is intact.

Forgotten is Best

2008-12-12T22:18:00.009-05:00

I've done all I can at Westrift where the Winterfin murlocs live. The tadpoles no longer remember me, so I feel somewhat better. They are so cute. I will remember them fondly.

Blign and I worked our way into the cave to kill the leader by using disguises. Pretty funny looking, but very effective.

Gosh, I feel so much better!

Pain and Joy

2008-12-12T20:27:00.000-05:00

Sleep came slowly last night as I laid by the fire in the tent at Bor'gorok Outpost. Bor'gorok is a depressing place, but sadness lay heavy on my heart for an entirely different reason. Drinking down a jug of bourbon did not improve my disposition.

I miss them already.

The little Winterfin tadpoles with their big trusting eyes were so endearing, I can't get them out of my mind. I never imagined when I was sent down to the village that I would lose a tiny piece of my heart. I had to rescue many of the little babies from the tainted glowing Winterfin murlocs who had stolen them. One of the last ones I released from the cage said "ma ma?" Precious!

I wanted to ask so badly to keep one as my own, but I knew better. The tadpoles are, after all, young murlocs and should be with their own kind. I know Witch Doctor Tor'gash at Zabra'jin in Zangarmarsh has two little murlocs as pets, but I don't remember them being so cute, nor could I understand the language. I'll have to look them over when I pass that way again.

I have more business at Winterfin Village so I shall see them again, but it will only cause as much pain as joy. Sadly, I must kill more orcas for the villagers to eat, a task I find distastful, but necessary.

I have four more jugs of bourbon someone gave me in Orgrimmar. I'm tempted to drown myself in them, but I shall refrain. I suppose tugs on the heart are a part of life.

Explorer

2008-12-12T10:31:00.003-05:00

Along with collecting my pets I have also decided to explore this wonderful world I live in. Recently, I have finally explored all of Northrend. To my pleasant surprise, Brann Bronzebeard noticed my efforts and rewarded me this Explorer Tabard. It's a little plain, but I believe that is suppose to be a map on it. How fitting.

Speaking of pets, I have recently met the Oracles. I find their tribal ways to be so enduring! While doing some work for them, I discovered that they hold these mysterious eggs. I suspect pets come out of those eggs. I must have one! Now, along with the Kalu'ak, I will gain their trust and obtain an egg. Wish me luck!

Horde Duty

2008-12-10T13:02:00.001-05:00

I'm chilling in a hammock in the inn at Sun Rock Retreat feeling lazy. Seems like the warrior and I didn't accomplish much yesterday, but that's not exactly true. The whole evening was just a blur really.

We helped defend against a raid by centaurs on a small settlement on the Gold Road (endless melee I could barely handle), stopped two machine shredders at the Venture Company logging camp, and killed Goggeroc in the Boulderslide Mine not too far from here. Goggeroc looks like a pasty blob of dough on my moma's breadmaking stone. Warkin killed a Bloodfury harpie before crashing for the night. I got curious and headed to the Charred Vale myself, planted a seed, and wiped two harpies.

I entered the Crossroads and saw an ally body dead in the street. Surely he was up to no good and got what he deserved. He rez'd in the inn where I was, but I guess he couldn't attack me, despite being way more skilled, since I was out of combat too long. He started running scared out of town. Had he just left, I wouldn't have done a thing, but no, he had to do a little damage on the way, getting the guards riled up. I smacked his ass a couple of times for his trouble along with a few others. Nice to add another kill to my record. I don't hunt for them or attack without provocation, but when an ally is on my turf, I'll do my duty.

Down with the Allies!

2008-12-09T19:06:00.009-05:00

I was sitting around studying my magics when a friend called upon me. He's a paladin so I hardly waste my time around him, being an undead and all. However, Sikest invited me to raid the ally capitals. I could hardly resist reaping the souls of their leaders.

Here we are preparing for battle. A pretty scruby group, but it managed to do the job. Exodar had very little allies. Not a surprise. The Alliance has no honor; they do not even guard their precious leaders.

Darnassus offered little resistance as well. I was almost disappointed with so few souls to reap. Their Night Elf High Priestess went down like the tart she is.

Next we took the boat to Stormwind. This time we had a little more resistance, but overall things went smoothly.

Sadly, after taking the tram to Iron Forge, the allies were on to us. We were met with a formidable force and due to poor leadership, we failed in our mission. When carrying out these assassinations, we only have one shot.

We postponed our mission. About 4 hours later with fresh troops, we tried again. This is our army heading towards Iron Forge. This time, the allies had abandoned their leader and we took King Bronzebeard out.

Thrall was so pleased by my actions, he sent me this Black War Bear. Though I still favor my Dreadsteed most of all, I can appreciate the gesture. I needed no war mount, the satisfaction of raiding the allies was enough for me.

Lawlrus

2008-12-09T10:14:00.007-05:00

So I am slowly gaining the trust of the Kalu'ak. Maybe in a few more days, as I do more things for them, I will be able to get a nurtured penguin egg that will hatch into Pengu. I can hardly wait. I have a feeling it will happen in the next 9 days. One must be diligent!

Here are a few photos of what I do for these walrus people...

First off I collect wolvar pups. Though the wolvar and the Kalu'ak are enemies, some of the Kalu'al respect the wolvar's right to live. Thus, one has asked me to steal the pups in prepartion for the future when there might be peace between the tribes. As you can see...my Worg Pup was along for this journey. I found him fitting considering I was dealing with wolf people.

Here I have successfully helped a Reef Bull cross the strait to find his true love. How romantic. I feel personally responsible for the Reef Bulls being unable to cross the strait on their own. I did, afterall, kill the lead bull. But, with the Kalu'ak's help, I will fix this. Also, my Smolderweb Hatchling just had to be in the picture. Silly spider.

Lastly, for my tasks of the day with the Kalu'ak, I stole back some supplies from the raiders. My Baby Blizzard Bear decided to help me on this one. His cuteness defiantly kept my spirts up.

Critters

2008-12-08T21:27:00.004-05:00

Killing rabbits? Just yesterday I offered to help D.E.H.T.A. with some of their concerns. This is slightly embarrassing, but perhaps they won't read Nefariousnyx's comment. I've killed rats. I did zap a rabbit once with my wand...maybe it was a squirrel. It was a new wand and I was goaded into it. But the other times I've killed a critter, it was an accident. Sometimes an arcane explosion has a greater reach than I intended. I don't do it anymore. Really.

Get In...Get Out...Simple

2008-12-08T21:10:00.003-05:00

The warrior and I ran across the field below the road in Hillsbrad Foothills, killed a couple of bears, and dropped about three humans running around the mine. They're a bit higher skilled than us, but we had the advantage of numbers.

We didn't even have to go deep into the mine to get the powdered azurite.

There was a point when one poor man, knowing his death was imminent, ran off toward the entrance to alert a sentry...a girl of better expertise than me. I was busy with another miner that discovered us. The warrior struggled a bit with the chick after already wielding his sword on two, but I think he would have won that round without my help. I gave it anyway.

I'm getting pretty good making heavy wool bandages and they come in handy in a pinch between fighting. I guess I'm considered a physician now. Perhaps I could mention that to mother and she'll be happier.

Ah the pets!

2008-12-08T18:53:00.003-05:00

I ran across a certain mage who is also a fan of little pets and she invited me here. I must say, I did not expect her to be hanging out with two locks of all people. But, it cannot be helped.

So far, I have a far more diverse collection than she, so I have decided to impart my collecting wisdom to her. I have even gone so far as to buy her a few harder to reach pets, such as her favorite Blue Dragonhawk Hatchling.

Currently, I have 46 of these cute little creatures by my side. My newest addition has been a gruesome floating skull, which I can honestly say I hardly have around.
The best thing about my pets is when I stealth in my kitty form, my pet is still visible. It is quite fun to run around and have people wonder over a sudden Worg Pup appearing. It gives me the giggles.

2008-12-08T18:37:00.002-05:00

Well, I sit here writing this with a gnome's blood. Not sure why I am contributing to this, other than a young sister lock requested I do. This just takes away time from collecting souls. However, I do find I have some spare time considering I recently capped my magical powers. Maybe I will indulge her and reveal my secrets and journeys. Who knows....but right now I see a small rabbit that needs killing...

Sticking Together

2008-12-08T14:07:00.002-05:00

I think the warrior and I will stick together for the long haul on our journey, wherever it takes us. He has been so kind to help me; I'm beginning to overlook his forsaken appearance. I no longer worry whether his heart beats or not, what he might do while I am asleep. If I were going to catch any residual plague, I think I would have it by now. The matter of trust...he has to trust me as well, trust that I will not turn my demons on him, that I will not abandon him when he rushes into a fight, that I will use my power to our common good.

Last night we settled in the bottom of the flight tower at Thunder Bluff to shelter from the drizzling rain and rest. We are ready to go at it again after conducting a bit of banking and fetching mail. I think someone sent him a few coins once and some other goodies. I know my sister sent him first aid books. Very kind of her. I didn't ask her to do so, but she knew he was in training. I've been cooking up the fish he catches as I've mentioned. Much better for him than eating them raw. He gives me all the mana he loots. It works for us.

I have agreed to help him obtain the items he needs for armor, already sending word to my sister that I need iron bars. I think she has some for transmuting and if she would be willing to give up a few that would save the man so much money. The auction house prices were ridiculous.

Up by the Venture Company lumber area near Sun Rock Retreat, we skirted around to spy on the Windshear Mine entrance. We decided we could take them, so we fought our way in and back out, the warrior looting smoky iron ingots the whole way. There were a few treasure chests to be had, so I didn't come out wanting. It didn't hurt to bash a few lumberjacks' heads either.
We still have to get into another mine in Hillsbrad Foothills for powdered azurite, whatever that is, and somehow get in and out of Razorfen Kraul without killing ourselves for the vial of Phlogiston. Again, I have no clue what that is.

I'm nervous, but willing. He'll look so nice and be better protected I hope. What benefits him, benefits me.

Survival is Not Assured

2008-12-08T09:11:00.001-05:00

I'm sitting here in the tiny inn at Bor'gorok Outpost writing while healing up from an attack at Amber Ledge. The book obsessed Kirin Tor may be friendly to all there, but a few members of the Alliance are not. I managed to get the flight path from the dragon before my warlock companion and I beat feet out of there. I'll return to follow through with their requests a bit later.

My 'Tower of the Infinite Mind' staff is lying next to me. The enchanted weapon looks like a drain pipe with little wing attachments. Lovely. I earned it at Warsong Hold and I can't complain too much. The ugly thing has served me well running about in the Temple City of En'kilah spying, neutralizing giant cauldrons, and stealing scrolls from the high priests. Of course, we steal them from their dead bodies after horrific fighting.

The warlock and I grouped up with a druid and a couple of other fellows, a troll and an orc, to take out Prince Valana (sounds like a female's name) and his nasty lieutenants. I'm happy to say the druid knew the way, using the teleport system that I hadn't noticed in my previous two trips through the temple. She also knew not to fight while one of them channeled, otherwise our damage dealing spells and melee would come back to us instead. With five of us and a bit of healing as needed, the task was easy.

Not so easy later. The warlock and I picked up a vial of blood off one guy and had to find where it came from in the Spire of Blood I think. The blood belonged to a dying tauren, but he managed to warn us of the red orbs. Again an easy task to destroy a few of those.

We decided to ride out between the abominations, ghouls, and casters, and we would have made it, too, except an abomination slung out his massive chain to snare the warlock right off his dreadsteed. I jumped off to assist him, but two ghouls attacked and I couldn't get to him. The abomination won that round with the warlock, but the warlock came back through magic just in time to save me from a fourth ghoul a few yards in from the entrance. I would have been toast had he not taken a risk to rescue me while in such a low state of health and mana. We wasted no time getting out there and riding back to Taunka'le Village.

Attracting a Succubus

2008-12-08T08:19:00.001-05:00

At a previous training session, I was told to find an object of love so that I may attract a succubus demon to master. I almost decided to pass. A demon obsessed with tormenting a soul through innate love and devotion is just...just...sadistic.

An orc in Orgrimmar asked me to attempt to find word of her loved one, but what I learned was awful. Several trips searching for news left me with a healing draught and a mission to get it to the poor man held by Quillboar down south of the Crossroads. The warrior agreed to help me, but still the task wasn't easy as the tusked ones were guarding him heavily. Sadly enough, I wasn't able to free him, but I did give him the draught. He was so depressed. He gave me a dirty pendant to take to his mate, but clearly he didn't wish for me to tell her of his sorry state. He is so very sick and I think I heard him mention suicide.

I used that pendant to summon the succubus in a tent down in the Cleft of Shadows in Orgrimmar. She couldn't resist it. I wailed away with spells, wondering where BlueBoy had gone to, as he wasn't helping me. Again, I had commanded him to stay outside the tent while I discussed the pendant's loving properties with the orc who sent me to the summoning tent. My fault. By the time he arrived the succubus was dying. I turned over the pendant. Someone else will deliver it along with the sad news.

I've yet to summon her now that I am her master. I just can't. The whole episode festers in my mind as I think of that poor orc in a cage and wonder if he's alive or dead.

Fishing Up Attacks

2008-12-08T08:12:00.003-05:00

The last couple of days have been moments of extremes from enjoyment to realizing how precious life can be.

Sun Rock Retreat has this small lake nestled in the Stonetalon Mountains and I hadn't fished in a while, so I couldn't resist wetting a line there by the bridge. One of the catfish I caught had swallowed a jade stone. I would love to collect various stones, but collecting things for pure enjoyment is a hobby I can't afford. Inside the main tent, I sat by the fire and cooked up all that fish, including the warrior's. Luckily I received a very nice cookbook in the mail from my sister. With this added instruction I'm now an expert.

My sister also sent along a book to further my first aid training. She said I would need it. I must admit I studied reluctantly. Good thing I did.

Members of the Alliance have been swarming into the cities. I avoided them at the Under City, but as soon as I reached Orgrimmar, they attempted to take out Thrall. News had already reached the city of an attack on Silvermoon City. My skills are not enough to do major damage, but enough was enough. Surely every little bit counts. I could no longer sit back. I'm happy to say the Alliance was not successful there. I contributed to three take-downs, but spent many hours resting in the inn tending my wounds.

That wasn't my first encounter with the Alliance. My first was on the road from Sun Rock Retreat toward the Crossroads. The dishonorable member was a Death Knight lacking in ethics. I was also attacked on my first trip to Booty Bay from Rachet. I did enjoy the boat ride and I managed to buy a fishing book from a rather distinguished looking human before being attacked. I would have come out only slightly wounded, but BlueBoy went on the defensive, an act the goblin guards didn't appreciate. Seeing the attacker taken down along with me brought a small measure of satisfaction. I'm grateful for powerful magics that keep my mother from being in a state of mourning. Even so, I used the skills I learned in the book before getting on the boat back to Rachet. No sign of infection this morning, but I am quite sore after all these encounters.

Eye of Kilrogg

2008-12-06T08:03:00.004-05:00

Hard to believe the sun is already shining over the great wall. The morning feels like it's half over. I'm leaning up against a wall outside the inn at Orgrimmar trying to write while I wait for the warrior to wake up. I can't blame him for sleeping in. We ran around all over last night on orders to go to Mor'shan Ramparts. Kadrak gave us a packet of reports, so we crossed over into Ashenvale for the first time looking for Splintertree Post.

Nightsong Woods is so contrasted with lovely foliage hiding sinister things. A wolf ran right out of the thicket. I could have avoided him, but after killing so many harpies earlier, including one of their leaders, Serena, I just reacted. A spell knocked out his wind and then I did a little sword practice on his lovely white coat. My Wingblade (looted in the Wailing Caverns) is new and I'm just getting the feel for it. Coupled with my Journeyman's Stave, I can deal out a bit of melee damage once in a while.

I wanted to explore around and so many there needed help, but I was due for training. I paid to fly back to Orgrimmar where I met up with Mirket. She helped me improve some of my spells, but then she showed me a new feat of magic: Eye of Kilrogg. What fun! And so useful. I had to try it out right then, though I don't think others around appreciated it. I see their frowns when they realize what I am. Too bad. I serve their interests plenty, so they can bear with mine.

I'm tempted even now to call the eye forth and run it around in the common area, but I won't.

The warrior is coming around the corner, so I'll wrap it up. We have more reports to deliver.

The Water Bearer

2008-12-04T18:08:00.001-05:00

I guess I could carry along a mammoth size stomach skin for water, but water is heavy. With bag space at a premium, I only conjure up extra wet stuff when I'm going out with a group. They ask. I give. Free. I'll even donate outside a bank or the auction house at times. Seems I can't give it away when I'll have to pour it out on the dirt, so why bother to make extra?

This moonkin whispered to me in Warsong Gulch while I'm casting on the enemy, frosting them from head to toe and taking hits a plenty.

"Can I have some water?"

Now? Can't you see I'm a bit busy here killing and being killed?

"I forgot to bring any."

Finally, I ran in with the flag-bearer, barely hanging on with diminished mana and there he is, asking again. I offer my own supply of water. Mana is too precious.

"I can't use that."

What?

I inspected his feathered form. Hah! He's so young and he's unprepared to boot, hiding out in the flag room. Grrrr. I tried to remember how to conjure lesser water, finally getting it right. For free. Mana gone. I'm in a hurry to get back out on the blood-soaked field, so used my powers to evoke mana, hoping I don't need that spell again anytime soon.

One lucky day for a moonkin.

Into the Fiery Below

2008-12-04T16:09:00.001-05:00

I wasn't going to venture into Ragefire Chasm, afterall, it's a bit beneath my level of expertise. The warrior, being a warrior, is all hell-bent to go. There's only the two of us. Come on, he says. Sure, why not? It's only death.

We have a few tasks in that hole where lava flows like rivers beneath Orgrimmar:

"borrow" 'Spell of Shadow' and 'Incantations from the Nether' for Lady Sylvanas Windrunner

kill some troggs and shamans

find some missing tauren servant

We start killing our way through worms and rock elementals. They're all elites, but no big deal if we take one or two at a time. Mana use is heavy, but I'm good.

BlueBoy diverts a trogg right into more troggs. Smack! Whack! I'm DoTing them up, converting health to mana and tapping into life blood while the warrior's grunting his way through, and BlueBoy, bless his little vengeful heart, is hanging in there. I'm down to almost nothing, but we're all standing when the excitement is over. Whew! I'm starting to question our purpose here. So what if I don't get those books for the Dark Lady? What's Varimathras going to say? That tauren is already dead most likely and I'm not seeing an invasion by all these little buggers in this fiery pit happening. Why worry about it?

Then I look over at the warrior.

He's so happy standing there, his ravaged body hidden beneath the mail. Lady Sylvanas is elven and she rules over the forsaken. I'm a Blood Elf. He's undead.

I made a soulstone.

So, now we work our way through the troggs and shamans, barely staying alive at times as they bunch up close. There's another phase of elementals and worms and finally we fight our way up a rise and find Maur Grimtotem. What those nasty troggs and one shaman were intending to do hanging around the body, I don't know. We kill them and wrest the guy's satchel from his rigored fingers.

The Shadow Council orcs are down a bit. They have voidwalkers and a felguard in the middle. Do I really want those books? The warrior thinks the demon has them. No, I don't think so. Their rank is higher than the other nasties in this hellhole and all but the voidwalkers are elite. Hmmm. I can harvest soul shards here. That's good...and bad.

More fighting, yelling, female orcs sounding like males as they whack on us. I'm suddenly giving off more threat. They're slicing and dicing on me! Not only do I have to worry about cinders flying out of the lava to scorch my robe, or worse, catch fire and flame my butt, my robe will be in tatters and stained with blood. Mine! So many of them. The warrior saves me. For a moment there, I thought I was toast.

The very last orc had the books. The warrior is happy. I am happy. Are we done here? I've had enough of this heat.

No.

Two more shamans we scooted by earlier need to be slain. So much for hearthstoning.

Oops

2008-12-03T13:35:00.002-05:00

I'd been questing in the Ghostlands, specifically near Farstrider Enclave when an undead warrior joined me. He's relatively new to the Ghostlands and I showed him around a little so he'd get that comfy feeling. We're both a bit green in our chosen classes. I'm struggling to control BlueBoy, making him come back to me when he wants to go charging off too far in his tanking. I appreciate it, but really, I can't cast that far. In their angst of being summoned, I suppose demons feel it necessary to stand too close or run off, to barge in where they're not wanted. And that's the problem. Or at least that's what I intend to claim.

I've been working with BlueBoy. Attack. Follow. Stay. Don't stand on Geranis Whitemorn. The poor guy has enough problems standing out here alone in spirit, asking for help.

The warrior went into the lake to take out Aquanton. The giant elemental appeared after laying the medallions on the Altar of Tidal Mastery sunk down in the mud at the bottom. I'm using DoTs, casting, spewing out spells like I have an endless mana pool, while the warrior is kicking butt with a sorry sword.

He died.

The warrior, not the mob.

"Where is the demon?"

Oops. He was standing on shore doing what I told him to do: stay.

Good BlueBoy. Bad warlock.