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In Which I Ramble About Alts

In between derping my way through CiV 4 and watching My Little Pony, I’ve been levelings alts again.  I think I’m one of the few people in guild who has a shit ton of alts and yet only one 85. What is this shiny thing over h–

The Fate Of Wrath’s Max Level Toons

Ambrosine–my first character and the toon who has always hit level cap and always been a main at some point–is likely abandoned for good. I already have a tank, and while I’ve thought about healing on her, I vendored all her healing gear in a fit of rage. Bwuh. As she is she doubles up on a niche that my DK already fills.

Lyrandre also languishes away. I’m not thrilled with what I’ve heard about disc healing right now and I remain stubbornly anti-holy. This may change. We’ll see.  It feels weird to not have a max level healer.  :\ I also miss my original space goat dearly, but…priesting.  Priesting.  My bubbles, Blizzard, what have you done?

Jamethera, my vanilla-born hunter, will yet again make it to level cap.  She dinged 84 last night and I might have gotten some sort of handle on this focus thing. I’m keeping her BM and enjoying my collection of spirit beasts and my shale spider!

The Many, Many, Baby Alts

I abandoned my second hunter (Seraphyna, Earthen Ring)  in a fit of boredem, but picked up my rogue (Brydget, ER). The addition of BoA gear snagged from said hunter and my druid has made her life easier, and she’s a whopping…level 11 now. Her future is uncertain as far as leveling goes, but she will perhaps live on as an RP toon anyway.

Aedeminar, my druid, is…still level 72 and still…staying at 72.  But that’s mostly because I’m distracted by Icestone, my level 65 shaman.  When I’m not leveling Jam I’m often on Ice, melting my way through levels chain healing 5 mans. Fuck questing in Outland. One rare occasions the queue pops as DPS and I lightning bolt things. If Lyr doesn’t make it to 85 to heal things, Icestone possibly will, although I might have to rethink her silly name.

I hopped on my mage (58, Azgalor), got into one dungeon, had it go terribly, and haven’t touched her since.  Sorry Brigid. I have “issues” leveling pure DPS that isn’t hunter, it seems.

Also it amuses me to level Icestone while Midsummer is going on.

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I never finish anyth-

OH LOOK SHINY

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Children’s Week Ficlet

This was a WoW ficlet I did back in ’08 for Children’s Week, and it amused me enough that I thought I’d repost it.  It stars Lyestra, my warrior, and her bastard half sister Jamethera, my hunter.

Fish Out of Water
A Children’s Week 2008 Story

“Don’t look at her like that, Ly.”
Lyestra Shadowbane turned towards her half-sister and gave her a blank look. “It’s a child. A Draenei child, at that.”
“And cute!” Jamethera swept her own little orphan girl into a hug. “I think it’s nice that we get to take them out to see some stuff.”
“Yes. We get to drag children through dangerous places. Totally wonderful and completely logical.” Her tone was as dry as Tanaris.
“Think of it as practice!”
“Practice for what?” Lyestra quirked an eyebrow.
“Well, what if you and Hazard decide to have children?” The huntress grinned wickedly.
Lyestra again gave her a blank stare. “What did Illyana feed you this morning? Whatever it was, you can’t have any more of it. Clearly, it’s a hallucinogen.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like them! You helped raise me!” There was a six hundred year age difference between the two…not that Lyestra always liked to be reminded of that.
“And clearly you don’t remember the time I locked you in the closet because you wouldn’t leave me alone.”
Confusion flickered across Jamthera’s face. “What? You didn’t do that. Did you?”
Lyestra just smirked. “Come along, child.” She held out her hand for the orphan’s pale blue one. “Let’s go to Nagrand.”
“…you know,” Jamethera said with some exasperation as she scrambled to catch up, “You and Hazard deserve each other. I consider him an agent of karma. He fucks with your head, but it’s what you get for fucking with everyone elses!”
“Watch your mouth around the children, ‘Thera.” It was all the warrior could do to keep a straight face.
“Oh please.” Jamethera rolled her eyes.
“You argue like me and my brother,” Ly’s little orphan girl broke in suddenly.
Lyestra flashed the girl–Dolorra? Dorna?–a grin. “Well, she is my sister, so I guess that makes sense.”
“Deep down, she truly loves me and regrets all the horrible, mean, evil things she does to me,” Jamethera said as she helped her little girl aboard her massive netherdrake.
“Like hell I do.” Ly winked at the young draenei.

Lyestra had mostly tuned out the children. Though she still loosely clasped the girl’s fragile hand in her calloused one, both girls seemed content yakking Jamethera’s ears off. Between her netherdrake, the giant blue talbuk, and her deceptively cuddly snow leopard, she was by far the more interesting sibling.
They had already passed through Nagrand and the rather desolate Ring of Observance. Now they wandered down the tunnel towards the Caverns of Time. As they passed one of the side passages leading towards the known rifts, Lyestra stopped, face shuttered.
“What’s ‘smatter, Ly?” Dolorra tugged at her hand. “We’re going to see the dragon over there!”
Jamethera’s gaze caught her sister’s knowingly. “Haven’t been down here yet?”
“No.” Abrubtly, Lyestra gave herself a slight shake and strode past the route to time’s echo of Hyjal. Just when she thought it didn’t haunt her… “Let’s go see the dragon.”
“You okay?” The draenei tilted her head back to peer up at the elf, her pale brow creased.
Ly seemed flustered by her genuine concern. “Just remembering unpleasant things.”
“Oh.” She paused. “Do they give you nightmares, too?”
Ly halted again, but this time she looked at the girl and gave her fingers a light squeeze. “Sometimes. But then I wake up and remember that it was awhile ago now and it’s okay.”
They resumed walking and for a time a silence fell between them. Then abruptly, her breathy young voice surprisingly solemn, “It does stop hurting after awhile, right? They aren’t lying to us about that?”
“They aren’t, not really,” it was Jamethera who responded first, her voice soft. “I lost my mother a few years ago. It hurt a lot then. It still hurts now, but not all the time like it used to. Just sometimes when I’d miss her the most, like her birthday.” She glanced at Lyestra. “And I had other people who cared about me, so it was okay. You’ll be fine.”
Ly gave into a random urge and tousled the girl’s hair. “Don’t let it hold you back, little one. What do you want to be some day?”
“I want to be a paladin!” She skipped along the sand as they resumed their trek. “Then I can be strong and help people.”
“I know a paladin,” Jamethera replied, her tone once more cheery. “Maybe we can take you to see her when we’re done. Her name is Ambrosine, and she is an orphan too, actually.”
“I want to be a shaman!” The other girl trilled. “Do you know any shamans?”
“We’ll see who I can find later,” the huntress promised.
“I thought we were just going to take them to these three places and then give them back,” Lyestra said quietly as the girls ran up to the pedestal with the great bronze dragon on it.
“I don’t see the harm in taking them to Stormwind as well. It’s not as if they get out much, Ly!”
She sighed. “I know, but what will Ambrosine think of us just dropping in on her?”
“Pfft, ‘Sine loves kids!” Jamethera dismissed her concern with a flick of her long fingers. “Don’t be so eager to get rid of them.”
“Jamethera, I don’t know what to do with kids! Never mind apparently disturbed orphan draenei.” The warrior eyed the pair warily.
“Again–good practice!”
“…what would I need practice with disturbed children for? Unless you’re saying something about my supposed parenting skills, which considering the lack thereof, would probably be pretty accurate. I would indeed produce warped, disturbed children. Which is exactly why I shouldn’t.”
“You and Hazard would have cute children! Adorable little half-elf babies!”
“I swear by all that’s holy, Jam, if you continue bringing that up, I really will shove you in a closet.” She scowled.
“Gotta catch me first, LyLy!” The lithe night elf took off running.
“Dammit Jamethera!” Though she knew it was fruitless, Lyestra took off after her.
“Watch your language!”
The two draenei girls exchanged glances, eyebrows raised. “They’re supposed to be grown-ups?”

Later that evening, with both young orphans back in Shattrath, the sisters wandered down the street to the home Jamethera shared with Illyana. “Come in, have a drink before you leave. I don’t know why you insist on still living in Ashenvale.”
“I like my little house out in the woods, thank you. It’s quite cozy.”
Jamethera opened the door and gestured her in. “I wasn’t kidding earlier, you know.”
“About what?” Lyestra’s brows drew together in puzzlement.
“You and Hazard making cute babies!” Jamethera grinned, easily dodging the blow intended for her shoulder.
Ly scowled again. “Stop it. I prefer being the aunt, or the older sister. Then I get to do the fun things with the kids, give them the obnoxious toys, and give them back to their parents for the unfun stuff. Suits me just fine. I’ll tell you what. If you have kids, I’ll play with ‘em. How about that?”
“Oh yes, Illyana and I will get right on that.” Forget dripping with sarcasm, the sentiment was well-nigh saturated with it.  She cut Ly off before she could make any obvious lesbian elf jokes.  “Come on! You two are getting married, it’s naturally the next step. I want to be the aunt.”
“…is Illyana home?” Lyestra glanced down the hall.
“No, why?”
“Good.” The closet had already been opened so they could hang up their cloaks. Ly shoved Jamethera into it and slammed the door shut before the huntress could do more than squeak. A handy chair wedged under the door handle completed the job. She glanced at Schneeflocke but the cat just blinked at her lazily. Apparently it amused the great snow leopard to let her two legged companion be confined.
“Remember,” came the muffled threat, “She’s bigger than you! And coming home soon!”
“Exactly why I’ll begin running in a moment here.” Lyestra hastily scribbled a note. It read: Please don’t kill me Illy. I had to do it. She was being obnoxious. …I love you, almost-sister dear?
Leaving the note on the table next to the closet, Lyestra turned and ran.

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On tier 12:

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Quiet but not going anywhere.

I’m not quiet because I’ve lost interest in the game or blogging.  I’m quiet because I haven’t raided in two weeks and there’s really very little I can say about PvP.  The less I play, the less I have to say. 

I do raid this week, however, so back to strat posts I go!  I’ll even try to make a proper video this time.

I have experimented with things like healing on my druid in pvp (OW!) and leveling my shaman.  In full heirlooms I’m a lightning chucking beast.  Some horde also learned that picking on alts when you’re in a zone just a hop and a skip away from SW is dumb.  :D

So, I live!  Just sitting here hunkering down for allergy season…

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No foolin’ here.

Too often, my Apil Fool jokes end up coming true in one way or another–the year I /gquit BoO and joined Viva La Muffin, the year I switched my Twitter over to ILikeRawrRedPet…

I think I shall abstain from a joke this year out of fear.  I mean, I’d hate to really go horde or something later.

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Oh, I Remember This

Stands in Bad has recently added Nef to our list of Bosses We Are Chewing On (Cho’gall being the other).  The truth of the matter is that he’s going to take some time to down, and I’m okay with that.  We probably need more gear as well as practice–I’m not the only one still half in blues, thanks to the loot gods raining cloth and mail upon our heads.

Farming the earlier parts of the instance for gear to kill the end bosses?  Gee, this feels familiar!  It brings to mind walking uphill, both ways, in the snow…

It might not take that long, really–we’re already down to clearing farm content in one night, which is why we’re adding the previously ignored Throne to our list.  Sure, it’s only two bosses, but it might add some variety to our second day wipe nights.  We can focus on certain bosses based on our raid comp for the night, perhaps  (WTB 1x mage for Nef). 

I’m sure everyone is noting the stark contrast between Cata and Wrath raiding.  I for one enjoy it–the bar doesn’t seem to be set TOO high, we’re making steady progress while boss kills are still enough of a struggle that they mean something. 

Of course, ask me what I think after several more hours spent wiping on Nef because I apparently can’t kite.

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Uh, Blizz?

I've kind of had gear over 213 in that slot FOR AWHILE, BLIZZ

I’m pretty sure I had en epic above 213 in that slot before.  And uh…the peice that I put in my head slot, replacing a green?  Wasn’t…epic…either.  It was…blue.

/boggle

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Shake off the holiday dust.

I was rewarded for leveling engineering last night by getting firebombed by Deathwing.  This was initially really cool!  I mean, how could the GM of Stands in Bad not have Stood in the Fire?

…but then everything kept burning.  And burning.  I flew my ghostly gryphon over some of the rest of the zone–patches of fire, but not the blanket of burning that surrounded my corpse.  I guess Deathwing makes the lava beds of the Twilight Highlands extra-burny.

So I rezzed in a safe spot and tried to scoot around to nail my quest mob again, but oops!  The effect is larger than the graphic lol, where have I seen that before?!

But we’ll uh…we’ll pretend I didn’t die to the fire twice, okay?

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Have a post.

Strangely enough, despite all the new stuff I seem to be flailing around for blog content.  I mean, we’re not raiding yet.  I have no idea when we’ll BE raiding–I myself don’t meet my set criteria, so certianly not yet!  I’ve only done 4 heroics, and have yet to have anything strike me as “guide worthy” that hasn’t already been done.

That said, here’s some general thoughts on heroics (or 5 Man Raids For Blues):

-Ozruk in Stonecore can go die in a fire.  I figured it out well enough (er, 3 deaths in), but the learning curve for the tank is a little steeper.  10+ wipes steeper, in our case.   Oh dear.  Actually Stonecore in general can die in a fire.

-Pix tells me that he can do H HoO in about an hour.  I don’t know what crack his people must be doing but he needs to share.
   +We wiped more on the fire many boss than we did on any actual boss in there.  Bwuh?

-Deadmines took three hours and while I enjoyed it…three hours?  Oh my god.  Many of us were new, but still, oh my god.
   + Hey Blizz, when will you learn to not make effects larger than graphics?  And what was with the Mario flashbacks?
   + Why do I automatically tab target over to the damn barrels of explosive powder?  /facepalm
   + Mine bunny?  What the fuck?
   + Did you really have to make it so that if you managed to miss the ropes and fall off the edge of the boat (shut the fuck up) you were completely hosed?  Really?  Fire > Anti-Magic Shell.  :(
   + It was refreshing to have someone ELSE die multiple times.  Except it was Ori.  And she was healing.  Meep?
   +Why are there three one handed strength weapons in one instance?  And why did all of them but the one in particular I wanted drop?  I mean, I got upgrades, sure, but wtf?
   +OH MY GOD STAND THE FUCK STILL VANESSA AKSDKJSHDAJHDASJDHJS GAAAAAAAAAH

-SFK justified my existance as interrupt bitch.  This pleased me greatly.  We even did the boss everyone tends to skip and only wiped a couple of times before we figured it out.  Good times!  …except when everyone but the shadow priest died on the last boss.  Oops.

-So.  Blizzard.  Why the melee hate, hmm? 

Also, while I was distracting myself on Twitter and taking two hours to write this post, I realized that today is ILB’s second birthday!  ZOMG!

Two years of awesome! …from you, not so much me.  There’s totally not a full two years of awesome in here from me.  But I’ve met entirely too many awesome people from this blog to not feel all warm and fuzzy inside.   <3 you guys!

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