Playing solo, and feeling behind in the elementals quest, I decided to start it myself.  The quest begins at a magical suspended crystal in the northeast of Aranthi Highlands. A trapped princess apparently speaks through the crystal, and needs some help getting out. The first step is to battle the nearby Drywhisker Kobolds in the eastern hills.

Ranging in level from 35 to 38, the kobolds were easy prey by themselves, but they were light on their feet, and ran for help once they got down to about 30% of their help. This was a problem. I could beat one, and I could beat the one that he pulled into the fight, but I was having trouble defeating the one hat THAT guy pulled into the fight. In addition, as I neared the mouth of their cave, the fighters were augmented with spellcasters, who enjoyed freezing me to a spot on the floor, stepping back and hurling freeze rays at me.

After a few deaths, I was pulling everything out of my bag of tricks. retaliation, last stand, shield bash.. etc.  I was bandaging myself as they ran away in battle, using execution to deliver a knockout blow and gulping healing potions. It was tough going.

The cave was deeper than it appeared. I was able to pick up the 12 required “motes” (?) from the bodies of dead kobolds, but the quest also required that I find and activate a large crystal at the back of the cave.

After many struggles, I reached the back of the cave, only to find a level 40 elite there. Ugh. He had friends and looked completely impossible to defeat alone. I gave it one shot and died quickly.

I signed off.

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Day 256 continued

Posted: May 16, 2008 in Uncategorized

A while later, we had another terrific encounter. Aranthi Highlands is a contested region, which means that undead, tauren and orcs are wandering around doing some of the same quests.  Blizzard scrambles typewritten communication between Alliance (men) and Horde (orcs), so it isn’t easy to communicate with the other side, but sometimes the goal of your group is obvious to them, and vice-versa.

The next step in this quest was to unlock and defeat another 43rd-level elemental giant, and we were fortunate to find three horde warriors knocking down rock elementals in the same area.  Without any communication or advance warning, we unleased the giant and started our battle. The horde warriors jumped in immediately and started to help! Five of us were, although not technically grouped, on the same team, with a big, dangerous and obvious goal. It was rad.

The giant fell in no time, and despite getting no experience or loot from the kill, the horde was obviously thrilled, jumping around and celebrating with us. We prevailed together.

You want two factions, which are supposed to hate each other to come together? Throw a 43rd level giant at them.

The next day, he was online, and we got cracking, killing our way through Stromgarde keep. He was level 41 and I was 39. It was awesome! Each of us was powerful enough to kill these enemies without too much difficulty. Teaming up on them was a breeze, and they could never muster a force larger than three, so we didn’t have much trouble taking them out.

Our only combat strategy was “you rend and thunderstrike, I’ll hamstring and sunder armor”, although we quickly realized that we could both rend and the target would get hit with both debuffs.

We ran into a little trouble up on the third floor, where two boss characters were hanging out with some drinking buddies. We both died twice, but then grouped with a dwarf hunter and killed everyone up there. It was super fun!

The next day we grouped again and wandered the countryside, trying to collect prison keys from the elementals. It was really fun!

These individuals were tougher, but they didn’t run from fights, so it was easy to keep from pulling more than we could handle. Fighting a dinosaur on the plains, I leaned over to skin the body. “Piehands picks up Heavy Leather”.

“Oh no way!” his fighter has forging, and could not believe that I could get a valuable skin so easily. This was going to be a good partnership! We ran from Dino to dino, killing and skinning them. I had to actually get him to stop and loot the bodies first, so their corpses were free for me to skin.

At one point, we were wandering around, searching for Fozzruk, the 41st level giant who cruises from elemental circle to another.

On the road nearby, we ran up on a pack of undead warriors escorting a zombie courier down the road. We both noticed them at the same time and jumped backward.

“Aye! We almost ran into them!”.
They looked like a tough bunch, moving together and impossible to cull singles off of the group. Also, they were zombies.

BUT! They were only level 35, and we were 39 and 41. I considered it.

“Lets kill them all”. I ventured.
They were shambling away at a snail’s pace.
“Ok.”

We ran at them.

At the time, and now again, as I tell the story, I was filled with an incredible surge of excitement and power. We could totally do this, right? It looked _scary_, and we were diving in anyway.  After being in 1,000 fights with creatures I knew what I could beat: anything at or just above my own level, or two creatures just below my level, unless they were elites.
This was a different calculation: A pack of five or six zombies four levels below us.  It seemed possible, and we were jumping in, because there was no half-way. It was all or nothing: these zombies were going down!

We charged in and started swinging, using Thunderstrike liberally as one of our few multi-opponent attacks.  Chop! chop! chop!  They fell, and a little pile of glittering corpses piled up at our feet. We got ’em!

“Yeah!” It was an awesome moment of triumph, and we both jumped up and down.

One of them was a courier, and grabbing his loot, it looked like this little venture had completed a quest for me! Bonus!

Well well! Piehands is back!
My brother has been playing more often than I, and Cigar, my priest, has not been able to keep up. In fact, I am only at level 22 while he has attained level 40. I really only got onto the Nordrassil server because I wanted to be able to team up with him, which was absolutely not working out.

However, I had another option and I took it. I paid $25 and did a paid character transfer, moving my main character (Piehands) to the Nordrassil server.  It is perfect, except that it cost $25, and we are both warriors. The process was pretty easy. I had to make sure my mailbox was empty, which was easy, because I had been completely ignoring this character. All his mail was gone. Whoops.

The rules said that it might take a week, but it only took one day. Piehands awoke in the same place (Southshore), in a new dimension.  I lost my old guild affiliation, which was fine, and my friends list was also blank.  I’ll bet that if I had been transferred as a ghost, that I would have auto-magically been resurrected too.

Immediately I sent a word out to my brother. I had arrived! Lets team up and kill stuff!

The first thing I did was to check the mailbox for 5 gold. Nope! I sent a quick reminder.
This would be a good social experiment, to send people money and see who responded.

I also arranged all the stuff in my bags to help make sorting faster in the future. The trick here is to fill the bags from the bottom up, so that items which are stashed in the field don’t get mixed up and around all of your collectables and fine washables.

One bag contained all of my consumable buffs, one was for herbs (the herb bag). I lined the bottom of one with things destined for the auction house, and filled one with everyday tools.

My mission for the evening was to complete the “lost master” moonstalker pelts task. For this one, I needed to find a certain particular version of the moonstalker cats and collect five pelts. This was a lot harder than it sounds.

First I killed my way south. This map is chock full of bears. Damn there are a lot of bears. What are all these bears eating? The foster farms chicken ranch couldn’t support this many bears! After killing eight bears, I started dodging them, often weaving in and out of the trees to avoid fighting any more of them.

I passed the junior moonstalkers, the juveniles, the teen moonstalkers, the angsty moonstalkers, the coed moonstalkers, the young adults, the undergrads, the frat moonstalkers, the yuppie moonstalkers, the 30-something moonstalkers and the milf moonstalkers. Finally, I started seeing the moonstalker sires, and it was time to collect my pelts. Man, they would not drop. I hunted and killed seven for three pelts. That isn’t even counting the moonstalker matrons and runts I had to kill. Damn! Anyway, finally I got enough and headed back into town. Some elf in town helped make them into a fancy cloak with ONE charge of invisiblity, warning me to not use the invisibility until I was close to the cave (where I would rescue an injured guy).

I took the cloak, but did not wear it, because I didn’t want to start the timer ticking on my invisiblity. Grimclaw the polar bear was there to help me find the cave, and sure enough, it was surrounded by moonkin. I put on the cloak and silently walked past them into the…

Oh, they can see me.

By the time I realize this, there are six of them attacking me. I ran into the cave to find Voltron (or whatever) but died pretty quickly after that.

Lame. I guess I was supposed to “activate” the cloak somehow. Hm.

For some unknown reason my undead wisp appeared at the far north end of the map! Arr! It took a good 5 minutes to fly back to the cave. I was determined to not die again.

Luckily, being in the cave was an advantage. Voltron asked for the cloak and wore it himself. He asked if I wanted to sneak out or fight out. That was a neat surprise.
I said “sneak out” and he transformed into a cat and disappeared!

I was sure I was going to get swarmed coming out of the cave, but I hugged the wall and snuck out unnoticed. I ran north and cashed in the quest! Yes. Something went right!

The Mis-handled COD payment

Posted: April 28, 2008 in Uncategorized

Last night I started in Darnassus auction house, ready to finish up my business from the night before. When I checked my auctions, I only had four still going. Wow! I had initiated about 20 auctions the night before, and staggeringly, almost all of them had ended! Someone bought all of my crap! Alright!

On my way over to the mailbox, someone…bloodymouse? yelled on the general channel that he was looking to sell a netherweave bag (16 slot) for 5 gold. I told him yea, but that I would have to wait a minute before I could pay, because I was on my way to pick up my fresh money from the auction house.

I felt like that guy who never quite has enough money for gas…

Anyway, he offered to just mail it to me COD, and I let him know that would be great.

The mailbox had a ton of money in it, 17 gold total, from about as many auctions. This was great. I guess that is what happens when you sell raw materials over the weekend. I also did a little auction-gaming, buying some pearls at a very low price and selling my own for a higher price.

No bag yet though.

I jogged and flew back to darkshore, feeling rich because I had about 20 gold, (which is a lot for my 21st level character, in my opinion). I checked my quests, and just before I left town, I checked the mailbox one last time. Yes! My bag had arrived. I quickly sent the seller his money, and went to pick up the bag. ACH! I totally spaced on how the COD mechanism worked. I couldn’t actually pick up the bag without paying another 5 gold! Ah!! Well, I picked it up anyway, and quickly sent a letter to bloodymouse, asking for my second payment back! Rats!

Then I ran south and hooked up with a Draenai Priest in an attempt to kill Murkdeep the Murlock. That was fun! Two priests against an ugly mob of fishmen. A lot of holy fire and complimentary healing.

I’ll let you know how the 5Gold refund goes…

 

 

Where have I been?

I’m not dead! My brother started playing Wow again and I decided to start a character on his server: Nordrasill. I started an Elf Priest named “Cigar”, my second character in Wow and first exploration into the spell-casting set. I chose herb gathering and alchemy as my character professions.

Last night I pinged level 20, and found myself fighting Mathystra Mermen on the northern edge of Darkshore, trying to gather six relics for an ancient tree-man in the…yes..Grove of the Ancients!

I had this idea somehow that playing a priest would make me a desireable addition into groups, but I’ve only been in a few with this character. Less than 10. Partly to blame is my playing schedule, which is that I play for about 45 minutes at a stretch, which is hardly even enough time to get to know someone in game.

I have started to make announcements in the “General” chat channel about my intentions, to see if I can find anyone else on the same quests/ready for similar encounters. I’ve only had one taker, but it worked out really well. He was a level 30 warrior and our blackwood prey was completely outmatched. I barely got a chance to heal him!

Also, I’ve done some fishing with this character, which was an awesome instant cash infusion! Two words: oily blackmouth! Oh man. At first glance they seemed like useless ( non-edible) fish, but my brother clued me in that they sold for big money in the auction house, so at level 9 I took the time to hook a stack of 20 and put them in the auction house. 3 gold! Bam! I had never had this much money (at such a low level) with my warrior character! Trust fund!

So, I’m happy to get priesting advice. This is my first opportunity for resurrecting people, healing and general spellcasting.