None of his lamenting business. Warlocks are strong! We stick together! *mumbles* (mostly because we don't need anyone else, but ... that's beside the point)
Just think of it this way ... now you don't have to suffer the humiliation of being ripped off by some money-grubbing goblin! Honestly, 250 gold for an imp in a jar, a black rock, and some stardust sprinkled on a piece of paper? At that price, I should at least get the pleasure of watching my succubus twist his little green ears off...
~Nyssarae
Monday, April 21, 2008
Warcrafters lament....
I know, I know...once I reached the Outlands I got annoyed and stoped playing with my Warlock. I know, its my fault but *sigh* But I wanted to get my epic mount with Nyssarae...
Maybe its time I got over my fear of reaching lvl 70. Buck UP! *slaps self in face*
but I will miss my priest...she is so pretty...she makes cool jewelry....
no no, cant give in...Moriath misses you too!
But MaeMae *loves* me...
Do does Moriath, in her own way. Think of the Voidwalker, for Christ's sake. He NEEDS you!
Its just...such hard work...enslaving demons to do your bidding
*sigh*
Maybe its time I got over my fear of reaching lvl 70. Buck UP! *slaps self in face*
but I will miss my priest...she is so pretty...she makes cool jewelry....
no no, cant give in...Moriath misses you too!
But MaeMae *loves* me...
Do does Moriath, in her own way. Think of the Voidwalker, for Christ's sake. He NEEDS you!
Its just...such hard work...enslaving demons to do your bidding
*sigh*
The Taming of the Steed
Ah, yes. It's been a long time in coming, but the fabled Xorothian dreadsteed is finally mine!
It was no easy task, mind you. There were many threats, deceptions, and ... discreet ... transactions made in the process. And patience. They say good things come to those who wait...
After a few ... minor setbacks, the demon Immol'thar lay defeated, and the area within the western corridors of Dire Maul was clear to cast the summoning circle. I freed J'eevee from his jar for a few moments to place the Wheel, the Bell, and the Candle. The circle flared with fel energies. The power was overwhelmingly intoxicating. I smiled wickedly as the runes began to glow and pulse.
Just when it seemed as though the ritual itself would be a simple feat, we were overwhelmed by a horde of demons! Thooroon and the mage, Maligor, did their best to hold them off while I fed power to the relics, but it was of no use. Thooroon fell. Before I could summon it back from death, the demon horde finished off the mage and turned their attention to me...
I feared that I had lost, that I would never capture the soul of the dreadsteed. But when I returned from the plane of death to that of life ... the ritual had completed itself! Perhaps a darker power stepped in on my behalf. I may never know for certain.
With the Xorothian Glyphs in hand, I opened the fiery portal, and through it stepped the magnificent beast. It snorted a gout of flame and reared defiantly. I knew, then, that this was the true test. I ordered Thooroon to attack its fellow demon.
After a few moments of fierce fighting, Lord Hel'nurath of Xoroth appeared through the portal. I had expected as much. From what the warlock who sold me the Xorothian stardust had told me, Lord Hel'nurath seemed the type to jealously guard his herd of demon steeds... He stretched his wings wide and began an attack of his own.
It was close, but the dreadsteed and the demon lord were both defeated. I whispered a few soothing words of comfort and stroked its horns. The soul of the beast was mine at last!
~Nyssarae
It was no easy task, mind you. There were many threats, deceptions, and ... discreet ... transactions made in the process. And patience. They say good things come to those who wait...
After a few ... minor setbacks, the demon Immol'thar lay defeated, and the area within the western corridors of Dire Maul was clear to cast the summoning circle. I freed J'eevee from his jar for a few moments to place the Wheel, the Bell, and the Candle. The circle flared with fel energies. The power was overwhelmingly intoxicating. I smiled wickedly as the runes began to glow and pulse.
Just when it seemed as though the ritual itself would be a simple feat, we were overwhelmed by a horde of demons! Thooroon and the mage, Maligor, did their best to hold them off while I fed power to the relics, but it was of no use. Thooroon fell. Before I could summon it back from death, the demon horde finished off the mage and turned their attention to me...
I feared that I had lost, that I would never capture the soul of the dreadsteed. But when I returned from the plane of death to that of life ... the ritual had completed itself! Perhaps a darker power stepped in on my behalf. I may never know for certain.
With the Xorothian Glyphs in hand, I opened the fiery portal, and through it stepped the magnificent beast. It snorted a gout of flame and reared defiantly. I knew, then, that this was the true test. I ordered Thooroon to attack its fellow demon.
After a few moments of fierce fighting, Lord Hel'nurath of Xoroth appeared through the portal. I had expected as much. From what the warlock who sold me the Xorothian stardust had told me, Lord Hel'nurath seemed the type to jealously guard his herd of demon steeds... He stretched his wings wide and began an attack of his own.
It was close, but the dreadsteed and the demon lord were both defeated. I whispered a few soothing words of comfort and stroked its horns. The soul of the beast was mine at last!
~Nyssarae
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Ravager... ravage her!
Ravagers are, most would agree, vile and disgusting creatures. It's rather amazing how that opinion changes after you've managed to trick one into loving you.
Some Blood Elf Chick (really, they all kinda look and sound the same so forgive me if I don't remember her name) needed some razorthorn root -which I guess ravagers can sniff out much akin to helboars and feltruffles - but was apparently too self-important to go and get it herself, she needed someone to . She did offer good coin and promised to spread word of my willingness to help to her superiors, so I (with only a little reluctance) agreed to offer my assistance.
She explained that the flayers of Razorthorn Rise hold ravagers in thrall via the use of a special pheromone gland. All one had to do to bend such a ravager to one's own will, then, would be to rip that gland out of the still-warm corpse of a flayer - easy (and entertaining) enough. Now, I'm no stranger to enslaving the minds of my enemies and twisting them to do my bidding - but this was something different. Controlling an unwilling mind takes concentration and involves a somewhat less than perfect control over the actions of the ensorcelled... but I swear, when that little ravager ran right up to me like a pet cockroach and wiggled his cute little spinedy legs at me, I felt something I didnt remember feeling since before I awoke in the crypt of Deathknell - well, ok - not exactly 'love', but absolute power over a subordinate that actually wanted to serve me without being forced, which is pretty close to the same thing.
I guess I gave him a higher dose of the pheromones than the flayers, because Pokey (yeah, I named him) was all too willing to rend and tear them to shreds at the merest gesture, not to mention his fellow ravagers. It was wonderful... but, alas, it couldn't last. As wonderful as having an unquestioningly devoted (not to mention merciless) minion was, I could not tarry forever on Razorthorn Rise and Pokey did not have wings to fly down - so I had to say goodbye. That Blood Elf did say that she would probably need some more razorthorn root tomorrow, though - so while I had to at least feign indignation out of principle, I'm actually quite looking forward to enslaving Pokey again. Not that I'll be sure its the same one - like Blood Elves, all the ravagers up there kinda look and sound the same. But the the idea that Pokey should technically the same specific creature from day to day isn't as important as that whichever ravager Pokey happens to be does my bidding with that same enthusiasm.
Some Blood Elf Chick (really, they all kinda look and sound the same so forgive me if I don't remember her name) needed some razorthorn root -which I guess ravagers can sniff out much akin to helboars and feltruffles - but was apparently too self-important to go and get it herself, she needed someone to . She did offer good coin and promised to spread word of my willingness to help to her superiors, so I (with only a little reluctance) agreed to offer my assistance.
She explained that the flayers of Razorthorn Rise hold ravagers in thrall via the use of a special pheromone gland. All one had to do to bend such a ravager to one's own will, then, would be to rip that gland out of the still-warm corpse of a flayer - easy (and entertaining) enough. Now, I'm no stranger to enslaving the minds of my enemies and twisting them to do my bidding - but this was something different. Controlling an unwilling mind takes concentration and involves a somewhat less than perfect control over the actions of the ensorcelled... but I swear, when that little ravager ran right up to me like a pet cockroach and wiggled his cute little spinedy legs at me, I felt something I didnt remember feeling since before I awoke in the crypt of Deathknell - well, ok - not exactly 'love', but absolute power over a subordinate that actually wanted to serve me without being forced, which is pretty close to the same thing.
I guess I gave him a higher dose of the pheromones than the flayers, because Pokey (yeah, I named him) was all too willing to rend and tear them to shreds at the merest gesture, not to mention his fellow ravagers. It was wonderful... but, alas, it couldn't last. As wonderful as having an unquestioningly devoted (not to mention merciless) minion was, I could not tarry forever on Razorthorn Rise and Pokey did not have wings to fly down - so I had to say goodbye. That Blood Elf did say that she would probably need some more razorthorn root tomorrow, though - so while I had to at least feign indignation out of principle, I'm actually quite looking forward to enslaving Pokey again. Not that I'll be sure its the same one - like Blood Elves, all the ravagers up there kinda look and sound the same. But the the idea that Pokey should technically the same specific creature from day to day isn't as important as that whichever ravager Pokey happens to be does my bidding with that same enthusiasm.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Sounds good!
Count me in! And take your pick which character you want me to bring, LOL. I guess it depends on the level of the instance. I have a crapload of low level toons these days ... a drood, a priest (shadow, so far), a warrior, a pally, a rogue, a hunter ... I'm sure there's at least one I'm forgetting, but they're all between 11-27ish.
Am I crazy, or just really REALLY bored? It's hard to say...
Am I crazy, or just really REALLY bored? It's hard to say...
Monday, April 7, 2008
something fun
The two Lindamans have decided we need to do a fun lower level instance with Mercarian and Maemae. All ye with lower lvls should join us!
Wednesday 7 central
Wednesday 7 central
Friday, April 4, 2008
Contest
Alright, I gave everyone a homework assignment once, and we all know how well that went over - in the intervening weeks, not only has not even one person completed it, but we've had someone actually quit playing.
I think its fair to say that this was a triumph. I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
Building on this, I have another assignment for everyone.
Wait! before you stop reading just on principle, please hear (read?) me out. I suspect, in all honesty, that you will actually enjoy this one. There is even a real reward, not just the vague, amorphous promise of one.
Penny Arcade is holding a contest. Called "Ten Words", they want people to write and submit short stories set in WoW - the catch being, you guessed it (or knew already, having read about it on PA), those stories may only be ten words long. Here is the text from the actual PA post:
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I would like everyone to participate in this contest. We're a rather creative lot as lots go, and I think our combined talent has a good chance of producing at least one of the 3 possible winning submissions. Even if you don't have any interest in the card game itself, the $2000 ebay price tag on that nether rocket card should be enough to entice you. All submissions should be sent to gabriel AT penny-arcade.com with the subject line of "Ten Words". As mentioned in the above excerpt, the deadline is Thursday April 10. Once you've submitted your stories, please post them as comments to this blog so we can all enjoy them. Have fun!
I think its fair to say that this was a triumph. I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
Building on this, I have another assignment for everyone.
Wait! before you stop reading just on principle, please hear (read?) me out. I suspect, in all honesty, that you will actually enjoy this one. There is even a real reward, not just the vague, amorphous promise of one.
Penny Arcade is holding a contest. Called "Ten Words", they want people to write and submit short stories set in WoW - the catch being, you guessed it (or knew already, having read about it on PA), those stories may only be ten words long. Here is the text from the actual PA post:
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We rarely do contests, but this seemed like a good time, and we knew the right people. Between Blizzard and Upper Deck, they have unloaded a truly revolting amount of merchandise on us, and we'll be passing this largesse over to the readership in a frictionless manner: three piles of stuff so gigantic that you will quite literally never need to purchase another card. You will, of course, because you won't be able to help it. Even so, you won't need to: four boxes of boosters, tournament playmats, a Winterveil collector's box, deckboxes, sleeves, two binders, three raid decks, three starter decks, and one of these awesome dice chest things. Each of these sets also includes an X-51 Nether-Rocket, an ultra-rare card that can be redeemed in-game for a custom flying mount. These custom mounts can go for up to two thousand dollars online, so each one of them - on its own - would be sufficient to build a contest around. I don't know that I've ever seen a contest like this. It's completely ridiculous.
Securing these mounds of treasure is simple, but not effortless: you must write a short story, set in World of Warcraft, and this story must be precisely ten words long. Then, you must mail your story to Gabriel, with the subject line "Ten Words." This contest is easy and fun. At least, for me! But Gabriel has told me that I cannot win, so you've got a shot. Something along these lines, maybe:
His father's sword, shattered to the hilt, fell like stars.
It doesn't have to be especially epic, it merely needs to ring true. For example:
"Help," he cried. "My dick is stuck in this Treant!"
See what I mean? It paints a picture. You know everything you need to know about the dick and the Treant. You've got until Thursday, the 10th of April. We'll announce the winners next Friday.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------I would like everyone to participate in this contest. We're a rather creative lot as lots go, and I think our combined talent has a good chance of producing at least one of the 3 possible winning submissions. Even if you don't have any interest in the card game itself, the $2000 ebay price tag on that nether rocket card should be enough to entice you. All submissions should be sent to gabriel AT penny-arcade.com with the subject line of "Ten Words". As mentioned in the above excerpt, the deadline is Thursday April 10. Once you've submitted your stories, please post them as comments to this blog so we can all enjoy them. Have fun!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Druids
I think that all bears should befriend and do the bidding of bear-speced duids. Also...thy should randomly hump them.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Bears
Skinning a bear should aggro every bears in a 40 yard radius.
It makes sense... you are actually skinning their BEST FRIEND!
It makes sense... you are actually skinning their BEST FRIEND!
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