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Retesting Old Waters.

I am taking up Gitr’s call to create a Blood Elf character over on the Burning Legion server. BL is a PvP server, and while I did level up Darkhoof (now Blackhoof) to 60, and Msaker and Darkhand, to their mid 40′s on one, I was preferring to join my wife on nice, safe, RP servers for the built-in parties of 2 deal with over-the-shoulder vent action.

But I’ll take the plunge again, and I’ve created Kaelstra, a Blood Elf Paladin. The most annoying enemy to run into for me, while PvPing, has been the Paladin. So I figured I’d better return the favor to the Alliance and join the Bubble Boy Team, albeit the dark, yet light, side.

Warlock’s aren’t annoying. They’re just outright rabidly dangerous, steer clear, PLAGUE CARRIER! RUN!!, crazy annoying and dangerous. Paladins you just gave up on and let them go their own way.

Anyway, let’s see how that goes. Doesn’t help that I call it a night at 12-1am and that’s just prime time for … what time zone in Burning Legion anyway? It’s all good. :)

Otherwise you’ll see I’ve added some of my wifes characters over on the side-bar, the partners of my characters. Not each of them. When she saw I hadn’t added Ombria, her level 20 Night Elf Rogue, or Winkydink, her level 20-something Gnome, or Zauberin, her level 36 or so Forsaken Mage, or Hialeah, her level 14 Tauren Hunter, … I’m thinking “That’s my girl!” She’s got an alt for every alt I have! :)

 
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Posted by on February 13, 2007 in Altism, PvP

 

The next World of Warcraft content update,

“Before the Storm,” will include the new PvP Honor System, as well as other new features that will prepare us for The Burning Crusade expansion. We are currently planning to release this content update next Tuesday, December 5. Please note that the patch date is still subject to change, and we will keep you informed of any changes to the plan as they happen.

If the patch goes live as planned, this will be the last week that new PvP ranks under the old Honor System can be earned, as the patch will immediately introduce the new Honor System. We will run one final honor calculation on December 5 and update everyone’s ranking accordingly on that date so that players who achieve a new rank for that week have the opportunity to display that title on their character. Please note, however, that no new PvP rewards will be unlocked for purchase with this final “old Honor System” calculation, regardless of any increase in rank.

For those who have been seeking high-rank PvP armor and weapons, note that the new Honor System will still include these item rewards, and it will actually be easier to earn these items under the new Honor System than under the old Honor System. Those who wish to see how their PvP abilities measure up against other players will still be able to do so under the new Arena System.

Link: http://forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.html?topicId=51145118&sid=1

P.S. At last they announce it. And I lost my opportunity for Champion. Ah, well. I played it a little too safe. My call. At least they’ve finally announced it.

 
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Posted by on November 29, 2006 in Patches, PvP

 

And for dessert, revenge served cold.

So here was poor Darbanville, level 29 Priest. Trying to get a job done in Tarren Mill. Kill a few apprentice blacksmiths, get a shipment of iron. Well, she’d done all that. Why not try for a little more experience?

So she attacks another guard. Mind Blast, Shadow Word: Pain, and then Shield. The Guard hits her and takes the Touch of Weakness on. She begin to fire her wand at him. A level 37 Paladin comes up.

She’s already been killed once tonight by alliance. They flagged themselves, another Paladin and a Warrior, and, well, one thing led to another, she fired off a Fear, and next thing they’re all embroiled and we all die. The Dorf laughs. And the Pally’s not to be seen again.

Not this next Paladin. He actually puts a protective shield on the Guard. Because all of a sudden Darbanville is doing no damage. And she can’t see this shield, nor does it register as a buff on him. Paladin has gotten himself flagged though.

He runs off and she’s left to fight the Guard. Eventually, as the Paladin returns, the Guard is weakened, Mind Flayed, and a Shadow Word: Pain finishes him off. Paladin runs up the road towards Shadow Fang Keep.

That’s where Darbanville logs off and Blackhoof, posted in Tarren Mill as a protective guard, logs in. He changes to fighting gear, casts windfury on his reaver axe, puts up a lightning shield, and transforms to ghost wolf form because he looks less threatening that way. Just another Shaman on quests.

He runs up the road towards SFK. There’s a level 60 Night Elf Priest coming up behind him. On an epic mount he passes Blackhoof just as Blackhoof passes our Paladin. He targets the Priest but the Priest is minding his own business. Now running ahead of the Paladin, Blackhoof then notices the Paladin has targeted him. The Priest disappears ahead of him, and he does a u-turn. The Paladin isn’t realizing the full impact of what’s to come.

Blackhoof’s in the same guild as Darbanville. Big Danger! sign. The Paladin doesn’t pay attention. So when our Paladin attacks an Undead NPC there at the tower, Blackhoof hits him with a Frostshock. The Pally runs south now and bubbles. Blackhoof follows and waits for the bubble to burst. Which it does. Another Frostshock, the swing of the axe, and our Paladin hits the dirt of the road.

Darbanville comes back, runs up the road, but only a skeleton is to be found. Not sure if a /sigh, /shrug, or a /spit would have been appropriate. Our Paladin wisely, though he didn’t have to in this case, chose to use the Spirit Healer and rezzed in the safety of Southshore.

I learned my lesson. I got flagged, I died. And what comes around, goes around.

 
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Posted by on November 24, 2006 in Priests, PvP, Shamans

 

Agent of the Forsaken. Life on a PvP server. Life’s not over until you’re 60. Life ends at 60 rather often. Enjoy it.

Darkhoof took the night off. No doubt ruminating on some of the grasses of Mulgore, recovering from the blistering he got in Molten Core Wednesday night.

Oddity though, lazy Orc that he is, has been just resting up a storm in the Undercity. Level 38 and some amount of rested xp built up again.

It’s time to hit the pavement Orcy boy. “Lok’tar!”

I make sure my gear is repaired, my bags are empty, I check the mail and grab the stuff that didn’t sell and run it back to the Auction House again.

I’d got an invite to go later to Razorfen Downs but that companion-in-arms had not appeared in the realm yet.

I exit Lordaeron (Thanks, Human Race, for the nice city. Too bad we’ve got it now!) and turn westwards. I don’t know why I decided to run, but I did, and I headed out to the Sepulcher.

On the road I saw some younger characters heading the same way. One had acquired a Worg and the Worg was chewing his butt but good. He might have kept going and the Worg might have lost interest except the Worg had managed to daze him. I got to within charge range and let that Worg have it. I looted the body and saw the Worg’s heart was still collectable. I gave it to it’s intended victim since I know he would shortly have a quest to recover more such hearts. I ran on after he’d thanked me and I’d cheered.

I reached the Sepulcher but then decided that what I wanted to do was clear up some quests in Hillsbrad. “Ganksbad” is what they should call it. Gank Mill and South Gank. :) I jest. But I also wasn’t running there to PvP. I’ve got 40 to reach, and by gum, I will. Eventually.

First quest on the list was to collect a few more skulls from the pesky humans. The poor Deathguard in Tarren Mill, stuck there guarding the place, had sent me out to do his business. And his business had me collect him 30 skulls. Nice. Agent of the Forsaken is what I am.

I’ve seen leper gnomes. I’ve seen dark dwarves. I’ve seen Undead elves and humans and trolls.

We Orcs were torn from our homeworld of Draenor. We were once noble, we embraced nature and it’s forces. But the Scourge came and corrupted us.

I guess unlike the other races, where pure representatives are still to be found, Orcs are, to a man, woman, and child, corrupted forms of our once noble selves. I’ll be very happy if one day I can return to Draenor and find an Orc cousin who remains untouched by the scourge. Would he be a tusked brute driven to constant warfare? I think not.

But here I am. Product of the scourge. Tusked and with fire in my eyes!

So, Orc Think here: You need 30 skulls? Okee dokee.

And I also had to get some shards from some Forsaken traitors being held by, or in the protection of perhaps, the mages of Dalaran. And I needed to collect some stones off these mages and researchers as well.

Since Dalaran was closer to the Sepulcher than the village of Hillsbrad, that was my first stop.

The prison camp is easy enough to find. The guards are laughably inadequate to keep a warrior such as I out, and one by one the traitors met their end, leaving me with the shards they had sought to turn over to the Dalaran mages. The last of them was guarded by a mage who dropped a journal. It accounted her tests of the shard. It accounted her attempts to establish the material characteristics of the shards. It accounted for about 12 pages more than me, a brute Orc, cared to read. “Ah, maybe somebody cares back in Lordaeron!” Into the bags it went. “Zug Zug!”

I then moved out to the old city of Dalaran. Most of it’s been bubbled, whether it is protected or devastated inside is a question. Outside it’s only ruins with the odd Dalaran researcher wandering around. They carry stones for some purpose and I managed to pry a few from the more than few cold, twitching, fingers.

Now Dalaran is on the “run path” for the Alliance to go to the Scarlet Monastery. The Scarlet Monastery is the questing destination for both sides, from about the mid-30′s to 40 or so. What that mean is every so often I’d spot Alliance, individuals or small groups, running past the place. One such Alliance, a Druid, ran rather close. I checked the level, 34 or so, and figured “Me Orc! Me have business to do!” so I turned my attentions back to the folks of Dalaran.

Now after this Druid had passed a Dwarf rode up on this massive Ram. (Them’s good eatin’!) His level was ??. Karma, remember that? He waved, I waved, and he rode off.

And shortly I had the shards I needed, and the stones too. Next on my list of jobs was to collect 30 Human Skulls.

So I went to Hillsbrad Fields and I played out the neverending battle between Orc and Mankind and it took a while but eventually I had my 30 skulls. (How is it possible that these Hillsbradians don’t all have skulls? What’s up with that? Are they degenerates? What’s holding them together??) While I whittled down the population, and whittled down their successors, I did see a few Alliance scurrying about. Usually at a distance, always moving the other way. Yay! (Ooh. I forget to mention I dinged 39 at Dalaran. Yes, the skulls quest is below my level, but a quest is a quest, I can earn reputation with the Undercity, and sometimes it just feels good to harvest skulls.)

Bags full of stones, shards, and skulls, I made my way to Tarren Mill and turned it all in.

A freind whispers me and asks if I need help in Stranglethorn Vale. You bet, I reply.

So I flew from Tarren Mill back up to the Undercity and then took the Zeppelin down to Grom’gol Base Camp in Stranglethorn Vale. This friend was Onaeveim who has helped me in the past.

Camp Nesingwary’s is a little busier than normal. And while I hunted tigers and raptor and panthers there are more than one or two misunderstandings there between Horde and Alliance.

There was a ?? Rogue wandering the area. At one time I came within a hairsbreadth of me and another killing him. His vanish foiled since I’d put a Rend on him. And there! He lets out a last breath! As I let out mine. :( No Honor Kill for me. Later he’d find me alone and kill me without too much threat to his neck.

But I do manage to get a good bit of hunting accomplished. Ona joining me at times, other times ranging ahead, or looking for trouble behind. He encounters a Paladin and a Mage and makes a, most likely astute, assumption as to their possible sexual orientation. Further on we run into a hunter, or rather Ona does, and then this ?? Warrior runs into me, and then all hell breaks out. There’s Ona, 60, me, 39, and like 4 Alliance, 2 or 3 ?? to me. “Darkhoof’s got to come!” says Ona. “Okee dokee” says Oddity. Oddity leaves the world in the Spirit form, and Darkhoof comes alive in Orgrimmar (dust, not grass, he’s been munching on it would seem). I, as Darkhoof now, astral recall myself to Kargath and then jump a pridewing down to Grom’gol. Before I land I see that Grom’gol is under attack. Good. Not far to go to find the fight.

There’s Ona, surrounded by 4 Alliance, all level 60′s, some younger ones, the Orc guards are out fighting too, some Horde players as well, and I run in, Frostshock one on him, and then a Flameshock and it dies. I’m rooted and then a 60 Hunter starts firing! I Frostshock! and Frostshock! and come free and knife the little guy to death with my Sorcerous Dagger! Earthfury gear for the win! (Since I’m not at all Elemental specc’d. I’m a healer. Not a fighter.)

It’s raging. Back and forth. I do die twice. But I get 8 HK’s. It’s late and we’ll have to leave soon. But Theido joins us. A guild Druid. And Ona and I change to Ghostwolf form and Theido gets into cat form and we run up the coast. Ooh, I’d hate to run into us. Little Gnome Warlock with pink Princess Leia buns? Left without the means to self-motivate. Night Elf Hunter lady. Remember us? We remember you!

And Ona says “This is what I’m talking about.” Yeah. It was fun. I’m sure it was fun for the Alliance too. We live a little, we kill a little, we die a little. We need to have fun. (And keep company with at least one level 60 friend around.)

 
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Posted by on January 27, 2006 in Instances, PvP, Shamans, Warriors

 

Cautionary Tale.

There is a funny story associated with my new header graphic. It’s sunset in Azshara as taken from Lord Hydraxis’ island.

I’d gone out to the Island in search of the Lord in order to conclude the last of my current business with the Hydraxian Waterlords. This involved turning in the hands of several of the Fire Lords found in the Molten Core. Lucifron, Gehennas, Shazzrah, and Sulfuron. Following our successful guild run last week I’d gotten all four hands. So I made the long run out to the island. Lacking the necessary fish oil to run across the wave tops I instead swam, equipping my Hydrocane (gotten so many levels ago in Gnomeregan) to enable water breathing.

Turning in the hands the Lord told me my reward was to be found in below the waves to the south of the island. I jumped in from the height and there it was. A large stone box. I opened it and claimed my Tidal Loop Ring. Not the greatest of rings but with the Fire Resistance a welcome addition to my inventory.

I returned to the top of the island and remarked how beautiful the scene was with the sun setting behind the Elven ruins. And so it occured to me to pose a few shots so I could use one of them for the header here. I turned off my interface and danced a little, rotated a little, jumped, preened, etc., and took several shots. The fun ended when I found myself turned into a sheep.

By the time you’ve been sheeped you can count on losing more than half you health in the next few moments.

Again, in no mood to play with a Gnome Mage, I moved into the water where I died. I watched the mage swim back to the island. Now, here was my 2nd downfall: I saw a second set of legs kicking in the water above. But they were moving TOWARDS the island. I waited for a bit and ankhed. I was immediately gouged and killed by a stealthed Night Elf Rogue. Sigh. Sneaky snakes. All gnomes and enemy rogues must die.

I’d gotten the water to douse the fires in the Molten Core, used in summoning the Majordomo, and I simply took the Spirit Healers offer and hearthed back to Kargath.

The guild was gathered to enter Molten Core again. The timers reset all the usual mobs were there. It’s becoming, happily, routine, and we moved to Lucifron and Magmadar finishing the hound, and the raid for the night, in record time. Our plan is to run the first two bosses on a weeknight, and Friday night is the big push into the Core, and Saturday see how much further we get. (Last Saturday we stood at last before the Majordomo.)

On this run a pair of Salamander Scale Pants dropped. Leather, with +Int, +Sta, and most important for me, +51 healing and 9 mana regen/5 s.

I want my Earthfury Set of course. Magmadar drops the Earthfury Leggards but he didn’t this time. And when would he? (I’ve been on numerous Baron runs and never once saw the Elements leggings drop.) And when they asked for bids on this none of the Druids wanted it. They were going to disenchant it?? They kept saying “Oh, those are Druid pants.” One Druid was being played by his brother and I guess he wasn’t sure of his brothers plans for the character. The other was feral specc’d for BG goodness and wasn’t interested. I had over 400 dkp and these were only about 100 so I thought, why not? (I’d already lost the roll for a pair of Earthfury Gauntlets that run.)

And if you look at the stats, the pants have less stamina and intellect, certainly much less armor, but they have the Molten Core Friendly Fire Resist bonus (the Earthfury has Shadow Resist??), and they have +51 Healing vs. the leggards +12 spells and healing, and 9mana/5s vs. 6.

So, I could afford it DKP wise, I’ll certainly use it (#1 in healing on every Molten Core run I’ve ever been on), and putting them on with the rest of my fire resist gear and I’m at “Fair” when it comes to fire resistance, before I drop a Fire Resist Totem or get Mark of the Wild. Not shabby.

Back to my earlier admonition: If you’re posing for photographs have some friends watch your back.

 
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Posted by on January 12, 2006 in Gear, Instances, PvP

 

Alliance to the right of them,
Alliance to the left of them,
Alliance in front of them,
Suff’ring blades from the shadows
Storm’d at with magical hell
Boldly they rode and well
Into the Molten Core
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the Requiem Forty.

Darkhoof entered Molten Core tonight. Many hours later left following Baron Geddon’s demise. 5 bosses isn’t a bad run for us.

The Earthfury Epaulets dropped but I was outbid by another Shaman. Sigh. All the DKP in the world won’t help you win a roll.

Later Oddity recovered his body in the waters outside of Nesingwary’s Camp in Stranglethorn Vale. He’d been left there by a trio from some Alliance guild, a warrior, a rogue, and some other such. On coming back, finding the surroundings empty, he proceeded to engage the young tigers and panthers for the first of the hunting quests. When all of a sudden along comes a 40 dwarf hunter. Sure enough if I were to wave I’d be ganked. If I ignored him I’d be ganked. Now I was on a tiger, and a panther caught wind oh him, and of a sudden this cat comes out of stealth to attack me. I allow some rage to be built up and then fear them. This cat flees and I kill the tiger. I’m in no mood for PvP so I move on into the jungle.

Well the Hunter proceeds to put a Hunter’s Mark on me. So, I knew I’d shortly have a cat on my butt and he’d be firing arrows at me from afar. Sure enough, a concussive shot hit me. Then, oddly, he starts waving. I proceed to cut him down, landing an execute that drops him to the jungle floor.

If the Hunter’s Mark was to get my attention, and the concussive shot merely to slow me so he could approach, and the wave a sincere indication of friendship, then I appear to have overreacted and for that I’d apologize.

But after the earlier ganking I’d gotten from the trio, and the Hunter’s Mark is a slap in the face of an enemy, I was in no mood to die over the matter.

I hate Gank Nesingwary’s.

 
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Posted by on January 6, 2006 in Instances, PvP, Shamans, Warriors

 
 
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