Coming Soon

Sorry I have been absent lately. Stuff has been going slow and I'm just enjoying my summer before school starts.

I do have a lot of stuff to talk about, like Gal's first Kara (and first piece of T4)!

I've also been playing Gal a bit less in favor of her little baby alt family.

And I have to post a picture of the shammy's ding shot! Yay!

So I'll get on all of that right away....

My Personal Shield/Distraction

23:55:54 [P] <70:g:2>: like
23:55:58 [P] <70:g:2>: fly into the middle of them
23:56:01 [P] <70:g:2>: and start attacking them all
23:56:06 [P] <70:g:2>: and they are like oh shit oh shit wauugh
23:56:10 [P] <70:galileyo:3>: heheh
23:56:15 The Battle for Arathi Basin will begin in 30 seconds.
23:56:16 [P] <70:g:2>: and you're in the corner going plink plink plink
23:56:23 [P] <70:galileyo:3>: exactly

Go Away Gelebs

Go away Gelebs.

Thanks.

*Edit: I figured out how he did it! Tricky but obvious. I am no longer impressed by your google skills. Bwahah.

A Post to a Pet

So the lovely huntress Gal dinged 54 last night. She would have leveled the night of my BRD solo run, but I was conflicted about which trinket to get from my Azshara hunter quest—hmmm, AP or longevity as a BM hunter??

Anyways. Went with the AP. I can (and will) always get something better once I hit Outlands, even if I want to pause at 59 to PvP before I do. It's been a long time since I was at the top of my bracket on Gal, and I dearly miss the hours I have spent in AB and even WSG. The funny thing is, is that I don't even remember what pet I used to PvP with. I mean, nowadays when I PvP I just pop in for a quick go with whatever pet I happen to have trained. Or I play on Zocks (who's almost 29 and twinked) or Saraii (who I PvPed on more when she was 19 and twinked).

Here's where I get to the point of this post:

Now that I am actually moving up in levels, I once again find myself lost and petless. Well, partially.

My stable consists of three pets.

Luca, formerly Humar the Pridelord, who I trained with Shammy many a month (year?) ago. He stopped somewhere around 39-40 when I got my tiger Sarai in STV. Now out of all the pets that have come and gone, Luca has been the one that I can't bear to part with. And I would level him, but I have two issues with him: one, I should be focusing on leveling myself instead of worrying about my pet; two, everyone has Humar, and although on occassion I enjoy being just another hunter in the crowd, I like being unique, too. I am a troll hunter, and female no less. I need a pet that matches my play style and my personality. And although Humar does fit the bill (black or white pets attract me more than almost any other skin), he is so unique that now everyone has him. I love Luca, though, so maybe he will be reborn in a new skin one day (blue tiger from Winterspring? That would match my hair!)

As another note, I love cats. Tigers are my favorite animals!

Nem the boar, a piggie covered in mud that Z trained for me in the Blasted Lands. You all know about my issues with Nem. I dislike boars as a family. There are some really cute boar skins, dun get me wrong, like the ones from Loch Modan. I adore those reddish brown and black ones. I even like the armored boars! I totally would have gone for one of those. And I do accept that they are awesome for both PvE and PvP. But I don't like Nem. However, I'm not stupid. I kept Nem anyways, because he is my level and he is well trained with full loyalty already. And I will eventually find some use for him. But he replaced Sarai, my tiger, and that was not fun for me. And that makes me a little bit bitter about using Nem.

It's just that, well, I've been having issues sticking with pets, as I've talked about on numerous occassions before. I have tamed almost all the rare pets or special skinned pets. I have all the proper ranks of spells, etc., just from going out and finding and taming and then, sadly, getting bored and dismissing. And now that I have to take into consideration the needs of my party for instances, or my guild, or even my PvP career, my old pets have to go. One by one the pets that I used to really care about are disapearing, being replaced by my ADD pets, like Nem, or the wind serpent I used to have, or even Fenrir. One by one the pets that I used to really care about are being replaced by pets that are more useful to me as a hunter.

And now I have problems attaching to any one pet on Gal, because I have had so many. I don't have this problem on any of my other hunters, and that this is happening to Gal, to my main, makes me so so sad.

Which brings me to my last pet, Fenrir.

Fenrir gives me hope. He is a fine companion for Gal, and she is starting to fall in love with him. She loves every time he turns blue after proccing Ferocious Howl. She loves how he runs, sort of lopsided, but totally cute. She loves how he appears every time she dismounts. By the time I land from a flight and get over the lag, he is there waiting for me, like he got there even before I did. He is the first (and only) pet I've taken to Outlands with me, and he knows Shattrath well. He's gone to Sunken Temple and now has solo'd Blackrock Depths. I have no doubt in my mind that he will be there, or at least close by, when I finally finish all my quests in Un'Goro, or when I do PvP in the future. He's gonna be by my side in one way or another for a while to come.

And even though he isn't a rare pet, he is unique. He is a gorgeous beast, and there are days when I wish I could just lie down on the soil of the Burning Steppes and sink my hands and face into his warm, soft fur.

Fenrir is becoming Gal's saving grace.

But I also have to consider the future, and the other pets that I will need.

And I hope that wherever that takes me, I will find a pet that inspires me to love again, just as Fenrir is doing now.

I remember every pet I have ever tamed. I remember my first pet, my raptor Domino. I remember Vale the wolf from Ashenvale. Then Humar. Then Sarai. Those are the pets I really loved and will always hold close to me, even though most of them are gone. And I think Fenrir will one day join them.

But I still need to find others that captivate me as much as Fenrir does now, and are just as beneficial as companions, which is why I before said "petless."

Blue cat from Winterspring? And Olm the Wise?

Fenrir, welcome to the family.

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Forgot to ask for a favor!

Any name suggestions for my wolf?

In the past I have had names like Sebastian, Luca, Sarai, Esteban, Nawat, etc.




Also, I think it might be time to go look for a real guild. I am tired of pugging.

A Most Frustrating BRDay

I think I've been avoiding doing any instances on Gal.

And today I remembered it's for a good reason.

*

I started out my WoW day on the auction house because I had nothing to do. Shammy shows up and makes me port to Shattrath (Gal's first step in Outlands!) so I can set my hearth there. He tells me I'm lazy because I haven't done it yet, but really hearthing there only because of the free ports sounds even more lazy, but who am I to complain? Shammy leaves, and Z and I are gonna run BRD since he just transferred here and had time to spare before his first run with his new guild Over the Line (Gruul's for the curious).

Well we didn't actually get to do BRD because I had to go and he had to go, etc.

I log in a bit later and decide, well, since I am here already, why not? I queue up for a group. Find a full one with a 50 pally, 57 healer, random lock, and 52/53 rogue.

Coolies. This is good instance karma. I run to Kargath to stock up on arrows and clear out my bags. Decide my boar just isn't going to cut it even though my group doesn't care. I hate the boar and the only reason why I have him is because of Z (although he was pretty handy in the 2-minute match of WSG my shammy and I totally smashed). I stable him (byebye to tiger kitty). I offer to go grab a wolf.

A few minutes of Petopia later and I come up with this beauty:


Plus, he is a short run away! Dealy-o, Howie Mandel.

In case you haven't noticed, I have a rather large attraction to white, black, or orange pets. Well, maybe I gotta do a pet timeline one day.

I train my pet but now my ui is freaking out. My joy for addons is fading. I spent fifteen minutes logging then relogging just to get my freaking portrait to show up on the screen.

By the time time I finally get it to work half of my group has left. Seriously, I told them what my problem was and that I would summon people in between. They were all doing AV and such while I waited around for them to show up.

Alright, patience is a virtue. Z promised me another run later anyways, so it's all gonna be okay.

I get a whole 'nother group together with the remaining rogue (who I have to give a shout-out to later for being a great tank....you'll see). The 50 pally returns and we have a tank. We get another rogue. I kick him. Sorry, man. We get a 55 healer who doesn't know what BRD is, but he's good anyways. We get a new warlock (who is not demo spec because demo is "nubsauce"; Z agrees).

My wolfy is falling in love with me while we summon people. My graphics are a little funky (remember the kablooey post?), but it's nothing I can't handle. I redo all my spell bars because they have been moved around by friends while I wasn't playing. We are good to go apart from the rapidly decaying amounts of meats we've gots due to Mr. Wolfy.

We go in we wipe on trash before zoning (except me). We rez. We zone. People lag. While people (and by that I mean pally) lag, rogue tanks like a freakin' feral druid. Priestie heals. Wolf attacks. We dps. Warlock....warlock....warlock has imp out.

Pally comes in.

"Let me pull."

Now I was letting the rogue pull before cause I was lagging a lot and he knew what he was doing. He was marking mobs and taking charge. I should have friended him and saved him for a rainy day.

But now when the pally asked to pull because he couldn't, and I quote, "get aggro" from us, I was starting to get a little worried. I told him to get a threat meter, first of all. Then I stood back and shut my eyes.

Pulled a group. BAM. Pulled another on top of that. Healer's hands must have been flying across the keyboard. And you know how those packs are: they've got the elite and then his doggie minions. I was multishotting the Bloodhounds off the priest and the warlock, and then tanking them while alternating DPS on the elite. There's no point in freezing them at this point, I'm healthy and not taking very much damage. Plus we need all the DPS we can get on the two main mobs.

We barely take down the first pull. The pally dies in the middle of this and suddenly the elites are running all over. Priest gets bashed a few times before I catch one and then send it the rogue's way. We eat through the second pull slowly.

Okay, phew. That was good. We're out of mana, but the pet is up and happily chewing on some Bloodhound flanks.

Pally comes back.

Let's try this again.

Same thing. Two packs pulled. We are dropping like flies. I am the last one standing and my pet and I take down the second pack by ourselves while everyone watches.

We so had that!

But then yet another pack that had chased the fleeing healer out ran back and I had no mana left to pop a heal on the wolf. I watch in horror as he falls and then one elite and one Bloodhound run for me. My feign is on cooldown. I have no pet. I have no mana. I am a broken hunter.

"Should I start rezzing?"
"No. Just wait for her to die."

At least I put up a fight!



We stop and reasses as we drink and eat. Meat is getting ridiculously low, but more is dropping off of Bloodhounds and people are donating.

Alrighty. First boss, or whatever, in the big room. The bat-dragons go down and I think the pally almost died again. I yet again found myself tanking the bats I pulled off of the healer and lock.

Then the second part of the battle begins. Sa-weet. This guys is gonna go down easy. He's gonna be butter on toast, baby.

And then I lag. I am calm. This happens all the time.

Okay okay, I mentally anticipate my cooldowns and fire shots while nothing happens.

Then the music stops.

And I DC.

Sh*t-monkies!

I zone as fast as my poor little PowerBook will let me. The boss is down. I go to see the loot that I missed out on.



[Savage Gladiator Leggings]



.......Oh...my...god.

"Who took my leggings?"
"No one has rolled yet."
"Who took my friggin' leggings?!"

I'm lagging.
They've already left me there.

"Who won those?"

They roll for another item that I don't care about.
I stop lagging enough to run and find them.
They are all dying. What the crap?

"Who took my leggings? I wanted those. I just want to know who so I can mentally bash them in the noggin."
Warlock: "Dude, this f*cking sucks. Priest why weren't you healing? Pay attention, noobs."
Warlock: "I am so out of here."

The warlock leaves. Good riddance. He wasn't doing much but pulling aggro anyways.

"Who won my leggings?"
Pally: "I got them lol."
"........"
"I don't even want them." <--(aka my leggings are gonna be vendor trash!!)
"They're BoP, right? Are you sure?" <--(because everything awesome has to be BoP.)
"Yeah, man, I would totally give them to you if not."
"*Sob*"
"Yeah sucks I'm not even going to use them. I don't want them. Anyone here an enchanter?" <--(aka let's disenchant Galileyo's pants, bwahahah!!)

Everyone is dead except for me. I am mourning the loss of my pants. The pally takes my loot and runs. He says he's done for now, too, but if we group again later to PST him.

Yeah right. You were a sucky tank anyways!

My pants! Vendor trash!

I hate paladins.

I bid farewell to the excellent rogue and super healer. They agree. We'll try again another day. I hearth back to Shatt, crushed on the inside. WoW quits like five times while I run around.

But I had enough time to snag a shot or two of me and my wolf:

Of course I can't for the life of me find said screenshot in the large mountain that is my collection of random screenshots. (Did you know they go away after a while? I have so many that they start deleting themselves to make room for more. Curious....)

But this will do:


Boars is stupid. Shammy (on mage twink) agrees with me.


As usual: I apologize for the longevity of this post.

Adventures in Arathi Basin

The shammy has returned!

A Post About WoW

I started playing WoW when I was a wee....

No.

I've been playing WoW since it first came out....

No.

How I Started Playing WoW

Uhm, okay.

Our Daddy bought us a copy of WoW at the Apple store when it first came out. Yay. We loved it. We were so excited.

Anyways, Dad bought me copy. We brought copy home. He helped me instal said copy on his super nice, super fast, super tricked out computer. So three or so hours later I had WoW. But Dad and I decided we were PO'ed about the +fifteen dollars a month dealy-o. I shelved the game, thinking I would return it.

A few months later (maybe three or so) and my great grandpa passes away. We go to his funeral, then go chill with the extended family for the day. Lo and behold: my cousin/aunt (don't ask) and her husband are sitting on laptops playing WoW. She on a gnome in Elwynn (or was it an orc in....?). She decides she's gonna teach me the basics. I listen patiently, make a mental note about how incredibly boring standing there smacking buttons must be, then forget about my family's big guild of Hordies (their server name started with a 'C', I think).

Yet more months later. I had been switching around schools and friends rapidly. I met this guy. I went over to his house with all of his friends and witnessed the wonder and glory of that which we know and love. It was the birth of a WoW junkie.

(I made a Night Elf rogue on his account and smacked things around for four levels. Yay.)

It took him a few weeks to convince me to actually reinstall the game, but I did, mostly as a pleasant surprise for him. We made many NE alts and ran around for hours in the newb zone (my record time from 1-6 in Teldrassil is half an hour). At the time, I had no idea what the Horde was, I was playing on a normal server, and I pretty much only played druids because everything else confused me. It was not until he asked me to reroll on his server, Ner'zhul, that I saw the light. I saw the light, man!

Behold the fully-epic'd orc hunter.

He had a snowy owl named Hedwig and a huge wolf to ride around on. His sword was bigger than he was. His bow was the coolest thing I had ever seen. And his guild tabard had beer mugs on it.

He one-shotted me and I knew I was in love.

My first Horde-ling was a female troll shaman, who regrettably only made it to level six. So he suggested I try playing a hunter. He could take me under his wing and teach me a thing or two about what ranged DPS really meant.

So thus came Galileyo (I wanted Galileo, really I did, but it was taken at the time (and is now taken by me) and the -yo makes me sound way more ghetto anyhow). She was the first character I ever leveled past fifteen. It was such an achievement! Her first pet was a red raptor named Domino, who until very recently still sat in his stable munching on treats.

He rolled a tauren shaman to accompany me on my adventures, and we made the best duo this world has ever seen. To this day our greatness astounds me. /modesty

Soon after we were gallavanting all over Azeroth together. We'd PvP together, we'd instance together, we'd quest together. We always shared XP. If he sent money on his alt over from his main, I'd always get some, too. If I wasted that money on non-combat collectable pets, I'd buy him one as well and drop it in his mailbox for a "surprise, look what I got you for five gold!! it's a white kitty cat to go with ur cowness!!"

This is how I got spoiled. This is why I level so slow.

I forget to level my professions because we always had money. I'm still learning what gear to buy myself on the auction house because he'd always send me stuff (I've been twinked out for fifty levels in a row now). Because he already had a sixty, he let me play in a very RP-esque style: meaning less grinding, more let's-go-exploring or let's-see-how-many-hits-it-takes-for-that-elite-??-to-smush-us!! I spend a lot of my time wandering around. I spend a lot of my time rerunning instances. I get ADD about my quest log and I'd rather spend hours PvP-ing that leveling. I indulge in having alts and rare pets. I'm probably going to grind every faction so I can have every mount before I hit seventy.

But I digress....

At level 48 it changed. I was running out of steam on Galileyo, and he on his shaman. The Burning Crusade was about to come out and we each had different goals for the expansion. And he got a girlfriend. She wanted to play a blood elf rogue on a server far far away from me. Understandable.

So Galileyo and her pet shammy were abandoned, and the hunter and his trainee parted ways in the WoW world for good.

At that point I wasn't playing at all. I went four months without a drop of WoW. When I did start playing again, it was only to indulge in my need for alts. Many many alts. I went on alt-overload and since then have not been able to stop. I sucked at every class, and I was frustrated that I couldn't level Galileyo on my own....



Part II coming soon....