Archive for the ‘Itasu’ category

Phoenix down

June 1, 2010

It’s finally happened. After 4 and a half years of being guildmaster I’ve relinquished my lead to one of my officers. I’m now marked as an inactive officer. I’ve tried playing a few times in the last few weeks and every time I just end up moping around on my main and then logging to my rogue for 1-2 dungeons. I do still immensely enjoy the game, the alting and the rogue’s totally overpowered playstyle. I don’t enjoy being guildmaster at the moment. I don’t want the responsibility of looking after 100 guildies. I’m not capable of leading or even attending a raid at this time.

Have I given up on WoW?

No, not by a long shot. I’m excited about Cataclysm and will be standing in that line to get my copy at midnight like I’ve done every expansion. I’m also enjoying my alts but I won’t be speedleveling him to get some raiding done before cata hits. Instead I’ll be taking my time and enjoying the scenery. I’ll divert my blogging attention back to the RP style I experimented with a few weeks ago and that was inspired by Piket.

So to my readers, I apologise for the absolutely crap content of the last few weeks and I’ll try to make up for it soon. I’ll also be opening a new section for my other writing (hint: loosely based on Azeroth’s past) that will hopefully end up in a book one day.

BA topic: Helping newbies.

May 20, 2010

I actually commented op someone else’s blogpost on how he hates newbies in lower dungeons last night and when I saw the BA topic my reply was startlingly on the mark.

I’m leveling a rogue, mostly through questing because I love the lore and want to capture Azeroth in my memory one last time before Cataclysm rips it all up. I do do about 2-3 random dungeons a level too, just to keep my gear and dps competitive. And during these dungeons it amazes me that some people manage to even get to level 30, never mind 80. I’ve had warriors “tanking” with their fists, warlocks meleeing, a mage that I had to shout “Fireball!” at every time I wanted him to cast something, healers in bear form and Sylvanas knows what else. Eventually I get so frustrated I end up soloing the rest of the instance (thank goodness for hardcore rogues at low levels and lots of twinking).

Then every now and again you get a gem. A guy that, through all the absolute ignorance, mispulling and general mayhem, asks an intelligent question. I had a hunter in a SM:Graveyard run the other night. His pet was doing more damage than him by miles and because the pet was mostly on passive the priest healer was outdamaging his pet. I mentioned to the priest that I liked his damage and so the hunter wanted to know how I could see what others were putting out. I explained Recount to him and we started chatting in /w, where he mentioned that it was his first character.

Now I have 2 hunters, one at lvl 80 and the other at 73, and I love BM. I noticed his spec was BM too, which for soloing is usually the easier choice for beginners. His points were spent wrong though so I gave him a few tips on respeccing for faster solo grinding as well as some tips on endgame specs (Which will probably be obsolete by the time he gets to 80). We chatted about the way he engages mobs and getting more out of the time he had on the mobs. By the end of the run he was matching my dps.

A week later I got into a group with him again by pure luck. He greeted and thanked me for my help. His spec was tweaked, his pet had been replaced and he was ripping me to shreds on Recount. He might still be a noob to the game in general, but to his little hunter world he’s a noob no more.

Makes me all warm inside really 🙂

The Saga of Itasu

March 26, 2010

Prologue

This is a bit of a new one for me. The blogs posted under the Roleplay/Itasu tags will be the story of my once-twinked rogue and his adventures in Azeroth and beyond, as seen from his eyes. Feedback on this adventure is appreciated. I will still be doing my usual guild and raid posts.

It begins.

(Levels 19-23)

After many years fighting on the battlefield, I returned to Orgrimmar, vowing to sheathe my swords and let the story of my past battles fade from legend to myth. Sadly I found that with no skills other than fighting I had no way to settle down. The money I had once flaunted had dwindled thanks to many enchantments, potions and the like. Much to my disappointment I also found that these enchantments I had paid so dearly for had faded. The fine leather sewing on my leggings no more than a dusty patch. The fine steel braiding on my helm had rusted, leaving my skull vulnerable to the blows of the enemy. Truth be told, it was because of this that I had decided to given up fighting for the Warsong Offensive.

So there I was, spending some of my last coins on a good flagon of mead, when a stranger approached.

“Hey, you look like one of them fighting orcs. Fancy some work?” So much for a rogue’s skills in not being seen. I sighed, nodded at him and asked what he would want of me.

“There’s some human trouble down in Tarren Mill. I hear those undeads are looking for some strong men to help fight them back.”

I thanked him for the news, gave him all my coins save for what I would need for the fare to Eastern Kingdoms. Taking a zeppelin, I made haste to Undercity, where I hired a very smelly and threadbare bat to Tarren Mill. On arrival, I asked around for work. My first assignment was for the local Apocethary, collecting animal parts for Thrall knows what. Unquestioning I agreed and started slaying these helpless beasts. After years on the battlefield, the poor bears and giant spiders posed no threat and I sliced my way through scores of them. This task done, and bored, I signed up to help in clearing some dungeons. Very soon I had a group set to rid the world of the dangers lurking in the Wailing Caverns. The party consisted of me, a priest of the shadows, a warrior, a mage and a druid. I soon came to realise that except for the priest, my ‘party’ was very much green. The warriors I knew from the battles in Warsong Gulch were huge lumbering beasts, taking massive blows to their shields and pounding the enemy to dust with their swords, maces and battleaxes. The one in my party tried in vain to keep the enemy’s attention with his bare fists. The mage was no better, unable to even conjure up a small fireball and resorting to whacking at the enemies’ kneecaps with his staff. With the priest tending my wounds I took the lead, ripping my foes to shreds. The mage and warrior then proceeded to steal all the loot while the two of us were kept busy with wave after wave of raptors, oozes and snake-druids. I finished, exhausted, but signed myself up for another, and then another such dungeon trek. On both these, this time in Blackfathom Deeps, I was forced to take the place of the cowardly warriors, showing them what the deadly blades of a rogue could do.

With the dungeons finished I finally had enough gold saved up for a steed. So I visited the pens in Orgrimmar and purchased a fine black warhound, which I named Anoushka. We rode out and once again returned to Tarren Mill, where I was assigned with the slaughter of the leaders of the farmsteads in the area. But that can wait. My work for the day has been hard, but still more satisfying than the constant waves of attack by the Alliance on the Gulch. I might even have thought of a new profession, but that can also wait for another day.