We are ready…

The three girls were packing. The Lich King was defeated for a few weeks now and Northrend was slowly healing the wounds the Scourge had done. Dalaran was buzzing with people getting ready to get back home. The small room the two sisters were renting for two years was in a terrible mess, even more than before. The young draenei was ready for a while, but she hadn’t much to pack. She was living at her master’s place, where she had been in apprenticeship of jewelcrafting for a few months. She was now watching the two night elves sorting their possessions in huge trunks, putting some goods aside, leather mostly, that they could sell before leaving. Soon they would be en route to Kalimdor, the two sisters had received a call from their father, he needed them in Darnassus. The rest of the guild would be following very soon, getting back to Kalimdor or Eastern Kingdoms.

The young draenei was remembering what happened to her in the last few months. She had left Exodar after meeting some weird gnome lady looking for a jewelcrafter. The gnome entered the master jewelcrafter shop here, and came directly to her. She explained she was looking for an apprentice jewelcrafter ready to go to Northrend to join her clients. It would be well paid, her expenses would be covered, her apprenticeship sponsored. In return, she would have to provide the gnome’s masters with gems, and learn to fight because it seemed that Northrend wasn’t exactly the safest place in the world and she would be asked to join the battle… She had two months to learn some fighting skills of her choice and join the Alliance forces in Northrend. The gnome gave her some starting funds, a letter with a name and an address, and she left before the young draenei even had time to tell if she accepted the deal…

Meesha looked at the letter : « Nefernet, Silver Enclave, Dalaran ». The seal was made of green wax and in the shape of a tree. She did not dare to open the letter, she put it in a safe place and left the shop, went directly to the shaman master and paid for a new apprenticeship. Then, she bought everything she would need to travel and fight. Two days later, as she was ready to leave Exodar for good, a messenger gave her a huge parcel. In it, she found the finest mail gear she had ever seen, some good quality fur, weapons, an amulet,  and a note : « Our mistress Nefernet thought you might like those in your travels, use them well. »

That’s how it started. During those months of learning and travelling, she never met her employer but her name (and gold) seemed to open many doors. And one day, she was on the ship to Northrend. Someone was waiting for her in Honor Hold inn. A mage with white hair and kind look despite his fiery armour. He welcomed her, asked if the travel was good and made her a portal to Dalaran. In Dalaran, he left her in front of the Alliance inn before heading to the Kirin Tor tower.

It was late afternoon, the inn was packed with people, some in bright armour sets, some with mismatched pieces of unidentifiable gear. One thing was certain : the country here was in war, all she could see were fighters. The innkeeper indicated the room were the night elf lived. Meesha went upstairs and knocked on the door. She didn’t know what to expect, the few night elves she had met in her travel seemed quite hermetic, but she was ready to show the gems she could cut, her master jewelcrafter was quite happy with her and she was confident. The door opened wide, and a young night elf in a green dress with long white hair and albinos skin was looking at her with piercing silver eyes. A strong smell came from the room, made of herbs and leather, and some animal. The night elf smiled and before the young draenei had time to say a word, she began to talk, barely pausing to breath :

– Hey ! You’re Meesha ! I’m Neferna, welcome to Dalaran. Nefernet just woke up and she’s out for her « morning walk », you don’t want to talk to her *before* her walk… She’ll back in a minute. So how was your apprenticeship ? You look good ! Are you hungry ? I’m starving… We’ll have breakfast downstairs. This is our room, I’m an alchimist, and a druid by the way, I was brewing some potions, that’s the smell…

The young shaman was listening from the doorstep, and observing the small room. The only lights came from the tiny window and the fire. The place was very austere : one big bed, a table and 4 chairs, the fireplace, two huge trunks, and weapons lined up all over the walls. On the table, she could see herbs and flasks, a brewing bowl, the cauldron was rippling on the fire. One of the trunk was disappearing under a huge pile of furs and various leather pieces. The druid looked very young but was talking with confidence.

– You’ll be living at your master’s place in the crafters quarters. And you’ll meet the guild soon too. They are great people, some are … special, but everybody is worth to meet.

– You talk too much Nana…

A deep voice came front behind Meesha who jumped when she felt the wolf at her feet, a huge black wolf, who quickly inspected her boots before entering the room and taking possession of the rug in front of the fire. The druid shut up instantly.

The night elf who had talk pushed Meesha inside. She hanged her bow on the wall.

– Your bags and weapons, here. Sit here.

She indicated the corner of the room, and then one of the chairs, as she took another chair, turning her back to the window. The first thing Meesha noticed about the young huntress was the feline power emanating from her. She had dark green hair tied in heavy plates in a bun on her neck. She looked very alike her sister but there was some sadness and severity on her face the druid had not. When Meesha crossed her eyes, she felt chilled, for they were cold like ice, and observing her closely. Those eyes have seen much, she thought.

– Can you fight ?

Meesha noded. Her tongue seemed to be glued to her palate.

– Good. Go on with your training, come back to me when you are ready.

And she got up, and out of the room, the wolf on her heels.

Neferna smiled and invited her for breakfast. The elf explained how life was, here in Dalaran, that if she needed help, the guild would be there for her. In the next weeks, she discovered another facet of the huntress, she was in charge of the guild while the leader was away, she had have a few problem in her previous guild, she was a very good hunter, she also was someone very protective, of her wolf, her sister, her friends and guildies. Now, she knew the hunteress would never let her down.

And today, the three of them were packing to go back to Kalimdor, Meesha would be flying with the druid and Nefernet with her wolf as usual. She was invited at their father’s place, and was quite eager to discover Darnassus. Their father was a druid and it seemed that something was underlying, for in his letter, he looked worried and secretive. And as a shaman, Meesha could sense things too. Something would happen soon. And they should be prepared…

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MOAR levelling…

/hit LFD

*Wait*

*Enters Sunken Temple*

Again !!! WTF !

So well. I’m levelling. My baby shaman is 58 at last, those 40’ies have been a pain, 50+ were much quicker but the dungeons available are not very exciting. Sunken Temple – BRD – BRD – Sunken Temple and ooooh look ! Moar Sunken Temple… BRD is fun except that people only kill the Inquisitor in the Prison and quit…

I did the shaman questline. You know the one sending you in the middle of nowhere in Eastern Kingdom when you are at last gone questing in Kalimdor after all those cats/trolls/goblins killing in Stranglethorn Vale…

I like questing in Feralas. Yeah, I know… I mean, there isn’t anywhere in Kalimdor farther than Feathermoon Stronghold, except Silithus. The nearest boat is 10 minutes of griffon away, when Alliance, you have to cross enemy territory to go there, using one of the two only paths leading there. The boat to the island is so slow to go *around* the island that it’s quicker to swim across the sea… But I like the scenery. And Sprite Darters… I was so disappointed not to be able to do this quest with my troll…

Whatever. When, after spending 10 minutes flying, getting your class quest at the Exodar, and realize that you have to cross 2 continents and the whole sea to find an old troll. It’s not fun to mechanically hit Astral Recall to Feathermoon Stronghold… That’s why you go on with your questing in Kalimdor, finishing Felwood and realising that you still have *that* quest in your log. Ok, let’s do it.

You fly to Theramore, take the boat, take another griffon and land in Southshore, ride to the old troll not far from the Badlands,  not forgetting to snatch the elements needed for the quest from the auction house with another toon. You turn in the quest, get the follow-up asking you to kill bears and spiders in the Badland. Alright let’s go ! Don’t forget to take the flypath in Badlands. Come back and give in the quest, take the follow-up : gather feathers from those six troll bosses in Atal’Hakkar Temple…

Right. Hopefully, this is a post-3.3.3 pug horror story and it’s softer than it used to be before LFD tool, when you had to ride all across the realms to get in that remote temple surrounded by orcs, crocodiles and dragonkins. So now, you basically choose Sunken Temple from LFD and hit it. And wait. Wait. Wait. Come on people ! Sunken Temple is fun ! Even if you’ve been doing it at least 8 times a day if using random LFD with excess.  Even if, every time you go there, the tank has no clue where to go and keep running into packs at random, taking two extras when the healer is low mana. Moar fun ! Even if for some reason your group/tank didn’t want to clean all the trashmobs down there, you know, those nightmare dragonkins. And it’s no use to warn them. They will just get everyone wiped out saying « WTF !1!!! » at the end boss fight when every single mob we let alive come to their master’s call together for a yanking party. *Told you so… read chat…*

So ok, so after 1 hour (no kidding) of waiting, you’re in ! Sunken Temple ! Great ! Let’s do this. Kill bosses an loot feathers. One, two, three, four, five, … Wait what ? Did I forget to loot one of the feathers ? Noooooo. Ok let’s finish this nightmare ! Kill last 2 bosses. Thanks everyone. Queue again. Wait another hour. Kill trolls and green dragons, loot the missing feather. Ok done !!!

And of course during those hours waiting, you were not having a nice chat with the old troll ’cause you know, he’s an NPC and don’t have much conversation. Quiet type of guy you know… So you went on questing. And now you are there, with your feathers, miles away from your favourite troll (yeah this kind of adventure sort of create bonds…). So, after hours of efforts, you will, one day, go back to him. He will give you a nice trinket that would have been great 5 levels earlier, but seeing that you are now 58, you will head up to Outland and you were just flying around good old Kalimdor turning-out old quests and saying goodbye…

So, yes, Meesha is heading to Outland, and its freshly arrived DK tanks, its easily followable questlines, and it’s monochromatic lanscapes…

On shaman levelling, friends, and getting confused by my home server…

I’m levelling a second shaman. On my home server. I love my troll shaman so much that I could not resist to level another one along my main characters for Cataclysm. I created a young Meesha, decked her with heirlooms, and she’s now cruising through the Dreanei’s starting zone when I find a few minutes to play her.

And that’s not an easy task.

It seems that our « jokes » about creating a 10-man guild with our old guildies from Krasus spread out among our friends like mad. Many people are quite enthusiast about it. My ex-GM for Krasus is willing to take the job back and lead us, I’ll help him as much as I can, and I can do a lot… I’m more than willing to help someone who I know will not let me down, unlike what happened in my current guild.

What does that means ? That means that nearly all of those people I loved in Gods of War back in the day came back to the server Alliance side, and applied to my guild, either as full raiders or socials. What does that mean ? Four applicants and one casual made their way into the guild, including a fellow hunter, the one I call « my brother » and my favourite tank, the one hating hunters but who eats in my hand…

Our holy priest don’t have the money to move her main priest so she levelled a new one. Our old legendary pala-dwarf came back too. We were so happy to see him again that we made a party in front of Ironforge’s bank ! Some people are missing on the picture, and we had BBQ, piñata, picnic basket, flame and disco dancing, night elves fashion défilé…

Almet's Party !!!

Almet's Party !!!

Shame we don’t see the mace…

Well all those friends back makes our common chat channel very busy. I mean really… We usually hang on together on TS when not raiding, and when raiding, we spend the night ranting on our favorite chan. It feels like a family. It’s a warm and cosy feeling to be among friends and I feel like if whatever happens, they will be there.

And It’s good because things in the guild are really odd. The GM is more and more like a small dictator, privileging friends, never admitting he should delegate some responsibilities, but always complaining to me that people were not doing what he wanted. I had an argument with him the other day, I got bored to be the unofficial officer in charge of relaying complains and told him to name real officers but it seems he can’t trust anyone. He went on ranting, crying, I mean WTF !?!! I had spent the whole week-end listening to complains and then he was complaining too ! He ended up with saying that without him the guild would disband, showing off his ego like a young cock, it was disturbing.

At the end of the conversation, he asked me to denounce people who were complaining and I stopped talking, I didn’t talked to him since. I’m not going to betray people who trusted me. And it’s always like that from the beginning : favouritism, the power to the druids. A moonkin can insult someone in guildchat. You take TWO trees to hardmode LK 25 when every single guild who did it took anything but druids. Why ? Because one tree is GM, and the other tree is the GM’s friend…

And these days, he insisted on taking one of our casual priests in kills like ToGC25, Algalon, normal Lich King, iron-bound proto-drakes runs. Well no, that kind of cliché cannot be in my guild… But actually yes, it happens… He’s in love with the priest and that’s his way to flirt… The priest is a friend from the old guild, everyone in our group knows that the reason why we are not pulling the damn boss when everyone is ready, is because the GM is trying to convince the priest to come and take the slot of a raider, a thing she doesn’t want to do because she’s greater than that…

This attitude causes our group to spend more time by ourselves and less time in guild. But, when I say « by ourselves », I mean together. And we talk a lot. About our project for a new guild. About our problems in our current guild. I don’t think our GM realised that if he really goes to far, we’ll leave and maybe not just our small group but many others I was talking to recently. Personally, I’m happy with what I did in this extension. I really want to kill hardmode LK25 but if the mood in guild gets too dirty, I’ll leave, level my shamans, gear my druid, farm gold, and prepare serenely for Cataclysm along with all my friends who came back. I’m not even worried.

This post is gone wild and becoming a rant… Bad…

What was I talking about ? Shamans !!! Well I go on levelling my two shamans. SAN’s shaman is over 50 now and fun. Some people cringed when they saw I had no heirlooms but overall, it’s fun to have many new abilities. I installed RankWatch to monitor my spells, because with dualspec, it happens that I would use low ranked spells, because spells are not automatically changed in my bars. It’s fun to see how many people don’t train their new skills in dungeons… I’m still levelling as enhancement and dungeonning as a healer/dps. I like it very much.

My baby Alliance shaman is now supplied with the appropriate heirlooms, including a « smashing faces » set and a healing set, both with +20% xp. Nice. I hit the LFD tool for the first time as she’s now 17, and got Deadmines ! I love Deadmines. Except the tank had no clue about what tanking meant, the other shaman was suicidal, pulling all by himself and asking the poor warrior to tank, the healer to heal while oom… The joy of pugging… :’)

At the moment, my shaman’s guild is not exactly famous, being some vague alts guild. If I got too much stupids in group telling me how to heal, I’ll have her guilded in my main’s guild. It’s now a quite well known name, the server knows we are first Alliance side, and I think the guild tag will help in shutting up arrogant idiots. Most of the time, those « know-it-all » people know the name of the good guilds on other servers because they spend nights in front of WowProgress (trying to apply into every top guild they see and being sent back to Elitist Jerk for some quality reading…).That’s a problem I have with my SAN toon : no heirlooms, people assume I’m a noob…

A good guild tag would mean less bullying. When pugging with my druid who has no really good gear : some pieces with hit on them, not many set pieces, low gearscore… My guild’s mane opens doors very often. They know my main, my achievements, that I know the fights, and after nearly a year on the server, I got the reputation to be a competent hunter/tree-healer, and not giving up early in hard times (used to wipe all night long on hard bosses with my guild…). Even with my crappy gear, I’m never ashamed on the meter as a tree, when compared with another tree with better gear. Last time, I said « I know the fights on my hunter, I’m haste capped despite the low gearscore » and they took me and didn’t regret it.

Shamans… I was talking about shamans…

The funniest thing in pugging Deadmines on my home server : other people speak French… Really… Yes, you see, for me, a shaman speaks English. I should even say a shaman speaks troll… When entering the dungeon, I nearly said « Heya mons ! », or « Ya can tank as a shaman in lowby dungeons », and just in time, after my brain made a looping, said it in French…