Aug 18th 2010 12:59PM /roll need!
Jul 27th 2010 11:22AM Oooo look at the shinies!
This is very awesome of WOWTCG and you folks thank you!
Jun 25th 2010 4:03PM I've been toying with the idea of a pair of unlikely allies and friends... a Draenei Paladin of the Argent Dawn and a Night Elf Deathknight of the Eben Blade. One loves explosives, is entranced by Human's way of life and flirting with disaster (and men). The other specializes in the cold shoulder, dead pan comments and has a slight addiction to shopping for clothing. Having met at the gates of Stratholme, done battle together at the Wrath Gate and captured and escaped from the Scarlet Onslaught these two have an interesting relationship. How will it fare them when they become a part of the Ashen Verdict? How will their commanders handle it too?
"This is entirely your fault."
"My fault? I was not the one who decided to charge right into Abbendis' boudoir for her stupid diary!"
"It was our mission and you took too much time fixing that scrap heap you call a gyro copter. I had no choice but to move faster to make up for it."
"Do not talk about the Sunbreaker like that. Besides... I did not stop to look through her closet. That is what got us caught."
"I wasn't the one who left the exploding sheep at the door for a distraction..."
"It worked did it not?"
"I hate you."
"You just say that because I am right."
May 23rd 2010 9:56AM *plays with the shortened end of one nearly missing ear* Greatest combat accomplishment huh? Well. Lesse...
I think the one thing I have always been the most proud of and considered a personal challenge was my first solo Devilsaur hunt. Now many might not see it as that, figure an old hat like me can just send in pet, fire off a serpent sting and poof its dead. But I wasn't always old nor experienced.
I tracked an Ironhide Devilsaur all around Un'goro Crater, stalked the thing like a cat stalks a mouse. I learned his habits, his trails,his pray's locations, and avoided everything he walked past. I waited for the perfect moment and sent Ferren, my nightsaber, in to start slashing at his ankles. It was going well, I'd chosen a fairly defensible location to shoot from and it was going so well...
Till the Tyrant Devilsaur showed up. Apparently I didn't follow Ironhide enough. It was hectic, terrafying, I'll admit to a few girlish screams, but in the end... Two devilsaurs, masters of their domain and unrivaled predictors in the natural world lay dead and at the mercy of my skinning knife. I had won...
*looks down at the night saber glaring at her* Ok ok WE won. I couldn't have done it without you buddy.
I still have their hides in my home, and after a hefty sum paid to some goblins, turned one skull into a lounge in my living room. Naturally Catman here thinks its his personal bed.
*Ferren yowls and snorts as if to say 'you're damn right*
May 16th 2010 10:43AM Hunter's Log: Icecrown day 84, Icecrown Citidel - Deathbringer's Rise
I've finally gotten used to the abysmal cold, the howling screaming like wind and the stench of Scourge but not quite yet the taste of the scraggly vultures and what few actual prey animals there are on the glacier. I could simply purchase food from the Tournament but what sort of hunter relies on vendors to supply them with their daily bread? Perhaps I am just old and stuck in my ways but once upon a time people hunted for their own damn food. My daughter, a knight of the Eben Blade, seems to enjoys simply dropping a bit of cash and picking up food on her never ending quest for vengeance against the Scourge with youthful abandon.
I bring this topic up in light of my guild's most recent forays into the depths of Icecrown Citadel. We have bested Lore Marrogar though the lining on my cape has been singed by his cold fire and I have a new scar on my stomach from a bone spike. Lady DeathWhisper followed him back into the Nether with many a bite mark from my companion Iminir. All these bosses made of bones makes my worg very happy apparently. And lastly of course serving aboard the Skybreaker with King Muradin and fighting off the Horde. I owe some troll a serious and sound thrashing at the Tournament should I survive this for three broken bow strings.
This brings us of course to where we sit now, taking a well deserved break after facing Deathbringer Saurfang. I had seen him in Nagrand on my travels and hunting there. A youthful and if I am to be truthful handsome looking creature with the hand of destiny firmly on his shoulder. Later, at the Wrathgate... tears I shed at the atrocities there from my archer's post were as much for him as for Fordragon and the souls tormented there. I rarely hesitate when we face such a dangerous foe as the Deathbringer, hardly bother to hold back in a battle...
All I could see standing there was my precious Irulain.
I had to put it out of my mind. If we were to get to Arthas and end this we had to go through him. So I kept my eyes focused on a patch of his armor and prayed that his fall would be swift. I wished to grant him a warrior's death if only for his suffering to end. All the while I could not get the image of my child up there out of my head.
I sit here now and write this as King Wrynn argues with Saurfang and Muradin. I had intended to eat some of the fish I caught earlier today and cooked but...I don't seem to have the stomach for it now. Beside me is the body of Saurfang's boy. Others have milled about, mostly over at the chest of spoils on the far side of the platform. It seems... wrong to leave Dranosh alone after all that has happened. If Wrynn doesn't let a Father take his Son I will drag the body over there myself.
It is a set back I was not ready for. Something that could very well stop me at a very crucial and critical moment. Compassion for the Scourge, for what they had once been. I do not know if I have heart enough to survive this, but the Lich King must be put to an end... so I must find a way to put my heart aside... and let it recover once my work is done. I will not forget the lesson I am learning from Saurfang. I will fight on for my daughter... and the memory of King Terenas' boy. I will see no more parents on the other side of the battle field of their children who bare the banner of the Scourge.
Even if it kills me.
May 12th 2010 11:13AM Animations I love: Night Elf Female Feign Death... it just has that 'oh shit' moment look to it. Like some debutant falling into the arms of her hero though he is conspicuously missing so she hits the floor.
Animations that make me froth at the mouth: Horses... Running they seem fine but everyone's 'favorite' horse the Celestial Steed has some serious issues with it's locomotion. When jumping in free fall (not as a flyer) its left rear leg twitches and spasms. I noticed this on the Northrend worgs too. When running down hills it does not alter pitch with the landscape just keeps running as if on flat ground and sinks into the ground. The legs are also kinda.. smallish for the thick body core. I do have one, shame on me it seemed like a sweet deal at the time. But the locomotion drives me nuts. Still beets an Elekk though.
May 11th 2010 4:07PM Ooo now this looks like a great read!
May 9th 2010 12:13PM Hunter's Log: Icecrown day 32
Location: Argent Tournament... detention facility
At least they let me keep my journal, for that small favor I give the ever watchful and ever nit-picky guardians of the Tournament a tip of the hat. There aren't many people down here in the belly of the arena doing time for breaking rules in naught but tabards and blankets and the bitter cold but apparently they have one of these down here anyway.
It all started with this jousting training thing. I'm old hat at a lot of things. Bombing runs, sure easy. Infiltration, I make a damn convincing arakkoa. Animal handling, the trolls of Zul'Drak sure appreciate my help. As for mounted combat? Haven't heard much from Mally-poo lately have you?
But this jousting thing... I don't know.
So here I was sitting on this pretty white pony with a horn... unicorn who am I kidding... and facing off with my first opponent in the jousting ring. One hand is steering the steed who doesn't like listening to my commands while the other is holding a pole one and a half times my height, a third of my weight and has a big damn shield on it. And I'm supposed to throw the thing. My chosen opponent is a Draenei on an Elekk... meaning he's up way higher than me and from his vantage point taunting the 'poor little elfy' and her apparent lack of skill.
So I did what comes natural to any hunter when the chips are down... went back to the basics. I threw that damnable stick at him, reached back and pulled my crossbow and shot the bugger clean off his mount.
You would think I woulda won...
So lesson learned... despite the apparent importance of the tournament and what it stands for. Despite being on the other side of the glacier fields from Arthas himself... I have to play by the rules. Which involves throwing big huge sticks at smarmy cavaliers and not shooting them. While mounted anyway. Should have seen the irate look in that Dwarf's eye when I jumped off that horse and shot him too.
And that's how I wound up here. This is going to be harder than I thought.
PS: invest in more fur lining its cold up here.