For Gnomeregan! Distractions
by Robin Torres 
Jun 13th 2010 at 4:00PM
Kixi Sparklebolt here again. Let's talk this week about distractions. We are supposed to be focused on training for the upcoming offensive to free Gnomeregan, but it is easy to get distracted.
For example, here I am at the Darkmoon Faire in Elwynn Forest. I came here because some guy in Ironforge handed me a piece of paper so that I could get some smaller pieces of paper. And though I have no use for pieces of paper, or a home to display them in, I accepted the one paper and went off to exchange it for the other ones. Does this help me fight troggs, Thermaplugg or even the Horde? No. Does this help me earn better equipment to train with? No. But I did get to dance with a night elf and his leashed dog. That was something.
There are good distractions and bad distractions, and for me, this was obviously a bad distraction. But I think sometimes it's good to have a little entertainment on the side to help us deal with our more serious endeavors.
What has been distracting you from your training? Have they been good or bad distractions? Or if you haven't strayed from your purpose, what keeps you focused?
Hardcider is pouring the ale this week to avoid last week's incident. I can't vouch for the cleanliness of the mugs though. I hope you brought your own.
Please join us by answering the above questions in character. If you are new, why have you joined the army? All the World's a Stage is a great resource, and this guest post by Anna is a must-read for making new characters.
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moirafae Jun 13th 2010 4:13PM
Hello, fellows! Aye, I was also distracted a bit by th' Darkmoon Fairre. Although, I hae t' say, t'was nae totally my fault, as I was promised songs an' limericks by ol' Gampher! An' I got what I was promised, sure as can be. Nae t' mention a few items an' m' first toy tank battle experrience. I also learned 'tis verrah hard t' aim yerself at a watery target when yer midair. *cough*
But I've been tryin' teh keep on target! Th' thing tha's been really makin' me concentrate is levelin' my leatherwerkin' skills. 've been skinnin' anythin' tha' moves fer the last few days an' I finally got my first blue pattern! 'm so proud o' m'self, I'm gonna write my mum an' tell her about all o' it, soon as I c'n find a good piece o' parchment.
- Glynnys Sweetbarley
Dave Jun 13th 2010 4:20PM
/ooc Very nice!
Gampher Jun 13th 2010 9:05PM
Thank you, Glynnys, for showing up at my silly limerick and singing session, and for everyone else who did, as well. I realize that this was a major distraction for those who did show. Still, we had fun!
I once taught a class in... erm... Classical mechanics... Using nothing but iambic pentameter. People forget prose, but if you give them a silly rhyme to remember, everyone gets a A on the test.
Why... One of my top pupils went on to write a series of award-winning children's books on the subject of quantum electro-whatsits. Who would have guessed that you could put such advanced science in terms only a child could understand!
Gampher Jun 13th 2010 4:56PM
Ol' Gampher Gyrolock here. It spin, it locks, it binds the galaxy together... Gyrolocks are the universal solution to every situation where you need to hold a bolt in place. They really *do* bind the galaxy together.
Erm... Now were was I? Oh! Distracted, yes...
At my age, although my mind is as sharp as ever, I find myself increasingly... er...
Well... I *was* the one hosting the limerick session at the Darkmoon Faire. Fun was had by all, but we accomplished... well... Nothing. Not entirely true... Seems the faire was in need of some spare parts, and my engineering skill needed brushing up as always.
Launching myself out of the Blastenheimer 3000 onto a water target in the lake several thousand yards away... What in the world was I thinking? I'm two-hundred and eleven years old! I should be off playing bridge with the other retirees. Which is what I plan to do when we retake Gnomeregan!
Either that or set up a noodle shop... "Gnomeregan Gnoodles"...
See what I mean? Old age... Serious problems with distractedness.
Phankrit Jun 13th 2010 4:56PM
Today master summoned me.... I do not like this place. Very distracting. Too many... things.... Surfaces... why do you have them? Do you... like having... matter? Hard to get things done here.... Cannot see far enough.... Always things in the way.... I got stuck on a... you say "rock." Master called, but I could not obey.... Stuck on "rock." What he called... "wooof" ate him and he went to... other place for a time.... But, I was free again.... Master calls.... Must go.... I hate this place of yours....
Ametrine Jun 13th 2010 7:52PM
((That could only be a Voidwalker. Who else do we know who is so vocal about their dislike of the material world? Nice work.))
blackreaper551 Jun 13th 2010 6:57PM
Haseo watches as the strange creature disappears as he walks in. "Uhh, my name's Uchiha Haseo, the family name is first. My parents sent me here to try and get me to straighten up. They didn't really like the path i was taking, figured helping out an ally of the alliance would get me to take a better path, like druid or hunter." haseo grumbles under his breath. "if they don't want their things taken they should act like the humans and build doors." he coughs as he remembers where he's at. "anyway, tell me where you want me and i'll try to help out. im really good at infiltration, acquiring intel, and silencing targets."
Bobury Jun 13th 2010 7:03PM
Its Razzell here.I'm usually distracted and not distracted, if you know what I mean. You see, the other day I went to Stormwind. I visited old town and went to something called S:l7 or something like that. I saw some really nice looking mage set being sold. It cost things from killing horde. I set out to obtain it. I killed lots of horde and to get it. What did it achieve? A new bunch nice looking clothes. One day wasted, hundred of horde dead.
Well, I suppose the dead horde might be a good thing if you look at it in war terms.
Oh I also got distracted by Gampher's event at the Darkmoon Fair. I guess a lot of people did.
Iirdan Jun 13th 2010 7:15PM
Kelbo here. I heard about you guys from the Alchemy trainer in Ironforge and decided to come see what you were all about. Turns out we share similar goals for now, so I'll lend my hand for now. Pay no mind to me, I'm just here to fix your machines and work on some chemical weaponry. Seriously, forget I'm here. Kelbo doesn't exist. Got it? Good. Now shoo, I have work to do.
Doldrums Jun 13th 2010 10:46PM
Doldrums, reporting for duty! Oh, is that a mage table? Well, I am hungry...
The above distraction is an example of the affliction that has plagued me for years. But first, let me explain:
I am Doldrums, a warlock of the Alliance. I was once a mage, spending my days conjuring up tables and using my water elemental as a bathtub (that was only one time. Pretty awkward, but I was in dire straits, and hadn't showered for at least a week). Then, one day, whilst I was frostbolting some friends in a snowball fight, I froze. Literally. The frostbolts I had used eventually froze both of my hands in ice blocks. I was helpless until a warlock happened by, and cast Immolate. Much as it burned, I was free, but swore never to cast another icy spell.
So I tried fire, and inevitably discovered that I now had the opposite problem-my hands were setting on fire constantly. The same warlock again came up to me, this time handing me something I had never seen before. He gave me a pair of gloves.
I was cured of all my hand-related ailments, but I could not go back to fire. The memories flooded back every time I scorched. So I tried arcane, and inevitably fell asleep due to the boredom of casting a single spell. The warlock came up to me one last time, and said. "The arts of a mage bore you? Let me tell you about the magic they don't teach in Dalaran..."
I studied for weeks with the warlock, eventually mastering the awesome power of affliction. As my training ended, my teacher told me to always be wary of new magic, as the power it may bring is nothing to the risks. To puncuate that, the doomguard he had just summoned killed him. I, in return, killed the doomguard.
Now you may be wondering, "None of this explains why you were distracted by the mage table." Here it is, the ugly truth-ever since I mastered the fel arts, there's been something missing. Every time I life tap, I not only feel pain, but I get a little hungrier. And so, I am now eternally distracted by food and drink. This has hindered me considerably, considering that B.L.O.G. trains primarily in Dun Morogh, and the dwarves like their food and drink.
All is not lost, however! I can still fight, and in combat, when I get hungry, I'll always have a healthstone to get me up.
totemdeath Jun 13th 2010 11:21PM
From the journal of Phylemia:
Today has been a day I've been both dreading and anticipating. Today, my mentor called me before the members of the Earthen Ring. I have been tasked to go back. I'm going back to Draenor, or what's left of it. I am to asses the situation, and to report of the state of the elements, and to assist my brethern, if they are still alive. So many memories to diatract me. So much joy and pain was what I experiened there. Still, I must go, and so I will.
While I will do what is asked of me, I must know what happened. I haved tasked myself with a personal quest. Before I earned the Farseer title, before I first heard the call of the spirits, I was a librarian in the fortress city of Auchindoun. Along with my parents, we catalogged the entire data stores of our people. We had millenia of collected knowledge from all over the cosmos. If knowledge was power, we were demigods. For all that we knew, we could not anticipate what happened. Why our beloved city fell in an instant. Why my parents died on that horrific day. Why I spent nearly a week trapped inside the ruined library I so loved. We lost so much that day, perhaps none more than me. So while I survey the shattered land and help wherever I can, I'm going to go back, and get answers. I owe that much to both myself, and my beloved, departed parents, may they forever rest with the light.
demonwolf915 Jun 14th 2010 1:01PM
My journey has finally led me to the plaguelands where I've been tasked with assiting Commander Valorfist with his preperations to retake Andorhal. As I was thinning out the numbers of some of the undead on the outskirts of the city, , I came across a small cottage, which I entered to be sure that all undead had been cleared. In the upstairs bedroom a ghost appeared to my. She was weeping openly, and I truly felt for her.
She told me that her name was Marlene Redpath. She wept because she did not know the fate of her niece Pamela. I tried to soothe her as best that I could, but she would have none of it and insisted that I ride to Darrowshire and look for her niece.
Darrowshire was years ago. If little Pamela lives, she is not there, but I wanted to put this restless soul to rest. I don’t know why, but maybe I felt that if I could put at least one soul to rest, it might diminish my sin a little.
Either way, I approached the commander with my report and quested permission to pursue this task. Surprisingly, he agreed. “Such an effort is worthy of a servant of the light,” he told me.
“Servant of the light…” I have not thought of myself as such for many years now, but even as I contemplated the meaning of those words, I felt that my power in the Light was gradually returning to me.
I set out that very hour, pausing only long enough to lighten my load to a level more appropriate for a long ride.
Angidget Jun 14th 2010 11:16PM
Oh... um... Hi. Angidget here. *looks around nervously* Distractions, you say? "Shh, I know not to tell them anything... shh! I need to think."
Oh... um... you're still here. Yeah, you could say I'm distracted. "Shh... I know already. You know what? BE GONE, KONRATH!" -The minion returns to the void. *breathes a sigh of relief*
Ah! That's better, now my thoughts are completely my own again. I tell you these minions of mine do not know how to be quiet. Which is where my distractions are coming from these days. It's kinda sweet actually, almost like they care about me.
Aside from the conversations with my minions. Sometimes I'm pulled into alternate dimensions, where I'm not my gnomish self anymore... talk about distracting! I am pretty easily distracted by the world as I travel. I often stop here and there to find out the latest news and check on my business. Kim, my death knight benefactor and oldest friend also sends letters and items to sell from time to time, so I always make a stop in at the mailbox when I'm in a town.
Burgylleb Jun 24th 2010 11:39PM
Master speaks... I follow behind... Why do I exist here but not there? I hate this place.... Master says the words, "Shi rethile te!" I am compelled to move.... Again, his words move my bindings, "Te tiriosh kar!" I torment the matter before me... it turns to me. The matter looks like master. Many here look like master, but this one... he calls, "fah-ther". He yells at him.... "You forsake me!" then "Zila Rukadare..." and I am compelled to strike the "fah-ther" as master wishes. The "Fah-ther" moves to ground and is still, as many before. Master makes a sound.... Many times, he says he "laughs" at the non-moving... this sound is not the same.... Now, he bellows and shakes. He strikes at the "fah-ther" who no longer moves... Why does he? After a time, master is quiet.... He holds his arm to his eyes.... We leave.... Master walks too slowly. Send me back.
robertleeberry Jun 24th 2010 11:47PM
(I have no idea where that name came from. Username for that email should be "Phankrit")