So, as soon as the new server went live, I was rolling my lovely new Forsaken priest. First few levels were pretty slow going, but once I got SW:P and Mind Blast, I was in love with being a priest. And this time, things were going faster in general. For one, I had done this before. And I had done alot of research; on priests and how to level them, had found a power leveling quest guide, started to use the AH more, etc. Things were just much smoother in general. From day one I was being as frugal as possible, trying to save gold for my mount.
The only thing that slowed me down a little (once I got to Ashenvale, 1K Needles, STV) was the whole PVP server ganking thing. Unluckily for the Ally scum, turns out though I sucked at duels and 1v1 PVP as a druid and a hunter, I was pretty adept at face melting. Around my mid 30s or so, I decided to start shopping around for a guild. I found a small guild by the name of Savage War Boyz. I had run a few instances with some of their members and found them to be both competent players as well as being funny and good to talk to. Their plan was to recruit around 100 people who seemed to have potential, and as people approached 60, they felt like they would have weeded out the weaker players and found their first string raiders. Seemed like a good plan. Of course, for the moment, we were, like everyone else, a leveling guild(Though a small handful of speed levelers were already 60).
Around this time I started to realize the strange power I had as a female toon. I had never done this as a guy playing with other people who had girl toons, but I soon found that if I said I needed a piece of gear, my competitors would often pass on rolls. Sometimes guys would give me free gold. Or kick someone else out of group to add me. Random strangers passing by would see me tackling an elite for quest and would help me kill it. Some people think its a little weird or scummy to let guys do this and not tell them I'm a dude. I say screw that, take what you can get. In fact, it was at this point I decided I would never even tell me guild what sex I was IRL (I didn't say I was a girl, I just wouldn't say either way) and always claim I didn't have a mic for Vent.
Things were going great, I was leveling about 3 times faster than I had on my first toon, I loved my guild, dudes were giving me free shit, and I was melting Ally face left and right. What could go wrong? Guild drama, of course.....
Showing posts with label Horde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horde. Show all posts
May 12, 2010
May 11, 2010
The Move Away from Carebears and Toward Face Melting
When we left off, my good old Tauren druid was bored out of his mind hitting the Decursive hotkey like Desmond in Lost hitting the button. 60 wasn't turning out to be the grand adventure I thought it would be. Why had no one warned me. Well, they had, actually. I just wasn't looking. It was at this point I began to discover all the wonderful resources the Interwebs provided for WoW. The official forums, Thottbot, WoWHead, Elitist Jerks, etc. And as I began to peruse these sites, I found that plenty of people HAD warned me that being an endgame PVE druid was a whole lot of boring crap. So, I began to do a lot of research. I decided that since I had a bit of experience in healing endgame, I should go with a healer class, but one that actually healed alot and did exciting stuff. Horde side in those days, priests were pretty much always the main healers. And leveling Shadow sounded fun. I also discovered that most hardcore players regarded those of us who played on "Normal" PVE (Carebear) servers as wussies... real orcs roll PVP. I also decided I wanted to wait for a new server, I wanted a fresh experience where everyone started at level 1 and I could climb levels with everyone else. Not knowing when this would happen, I rolled my first alt on my original server. A PVP twink. I decided I could use all the gold my main had to fund him since I was soon giving up playing him, and I needed the PVP practice.
And so was born Kralizec, the troll hunter. I leveled him up to 29, doing just enough WC runs to get some good twink gear, bought some of the AH, got my chants, and dove into the world of WSG. Surprisingly, I found I was pretty good at this, which seemed odd cause I had always been terrible (and still am) at one on one world pvp and duels. But this was a team sport, and I knew my role. And did it well. I was the a flag carrier stopper. Me and my boar would hit the Ally scum flag thief with concussive shot, boar charge, that'd usually give me time to get into melee range for wing clip, and by then usually one of my fellow Horde (rogue or warrior usually) came in for the actual kill. I was really good at my job. I actually rolled a level one ally toon and went into IF to ask people who the most hated Hordies in the 29 WSG bracket were, and my name was almost always in the top 3. I had alot of fun doing this. Sadly, just about the time I was really getting my Warsong Outriders rep up pretty high, word came down the forums that a new PVP server was opening up, and it was time for me to move.
And so was born Magdalena, my first female toon, a badass Undead Priest who would soon be melting alot of faces.
And so was born Kralizec, the troll hunter. I leveled him up to 29, doing just enough WC runs to get some good twink gear, bought some of the AH, got my chants, and dove into the world of WSG. Surprisingly, I found I was pretty good at this, which seemed odd cause I had always been terrible (and still am) at one on one world pvp and duels. But this was a team sport, and I knew my role. And did it well. I was the a flag carrier stopper. Me and my boar would hit the Ally scum flag thief with concussive shot, boar charge, that'd usually give me time to get into melee range for wing clip, and by then usually one of my fellow Horde (rogue or warrior usually) came in for the actual kill. I was really good at my job. I actually rolled a level one ally toon and went into IF to ask people who the most hated Hordies in the 29 WSG bracket were, and my name was almost always in the top 3. I had alot of fun doing this. Sadly, just about the time I was really getting my Warsong Outriders rep up pretty high, word came down the forums that a new PVP server was opening up, and it was time for me to move.
And so was born Magdalena, my first female toon, a badass Undead Priest who would soon be melting alot of faces.
May 10, 2010
My Nerdiness Knows No Bounds
So I went to the bookstore yesterday to grab something for a friend, and while Iwas there I stumbled across one of the Warcraft novels. Now, I'm a self professed nerd, but I haven't read a book based on a video game since I was knee high to a grasshopper. And as for my age now, lets just say that the original 8-bit Nintendo was current when I was a youngin'. But, I'm jonesing bad for WoW, so I decided to buy one. I was hoping for one with alot of Thrall in it, but the only thing they had was The Last Guardian. A little Ally-centric for my tastes, but I guess there'd be no Horde without Medivh, and he did have sex with a half-orc.
If you hadn't already figured it out from my orc profile pic or the fact my first two toons were a UD and a Tauren, I'm a proud member of the Horde. In the beginning this was mostly because my two IRL friends that played were Horde (troll hunter and UD lock) and because I looked at the Ally races and thought "I can be a human, a short stocky human, a really short pudgy human, or a tall goofy human with pointy ears... boring." As time went on though, I began to prefer the Horde for both lore and gameplay reasons. Thrall is the man, anyone who says otherwise is a fool, and Saurfang is badass too. Cairne is another of my favorite lore characters, and from a lore standpoint, Tauren are my favorite race. Like any good warrior of the Horde, I am disturbed and worried about Thrall's choice of Garrosh as the new Warchief, but, we'll just have to wait for Cataclysm to see how it plays out.
Long intro, I know. Anyways, the book is ok so far, its a pretty light read, I'm about halfway through it. The part when Khadgar first meets orcs pisses me off though. Granted, they're under the demon blood rage and trying to kill him, but his description of them reads like Nazi propaganda about Jews or white supremacists bullshit about African Americans. I'll give you a full review when I'm done.
So, back to the tale of my path to altaholism. When we left off. I had begun my life as a Tauren druid. I started on US Whisperwind, a carebear server, because thats where my friends were, and I didn't know the difference. For the first 35 levels or so of my existence, things were great and magical. Everything was new and exciting in my noobishness, and nothing frustrated me. I had luckily decided to level as feral cause that seemed like the coolest part of being a druid, I didnt know at the time it was the de facto leveling spec. Eventually I caught up in levels to my friends, we did some instances and group questing, it was fun. But I played a lot more than they did and soon found the need to make more hardcore friends in game. I joined a very large leveling guild that was planning to become a raiding guild. I didn't know really what that meant, but I joined anyways. And thank god I did, cause I needed people to talk to for what came next. The dreaded level 40 mount gold grind. For those of you who go back to vanilla days, you may remember that making 100 gold for your mount in those days was no easy task. Now, had I been smart enough to have made my first toon have two gathering professions, I might have had an easier time of it, but I made mine a leatherworker, and barely knew how to use the AH for profit, so as it was I spent hours and hours for days on end killing earth elementals in the Badlands for the high valued vendor junk they dropped. Guild chat was the only thing that kept me sane. But, in the end, it was worth it. While my hunter friend was still walking on two legs, I was riding my shiny new kodo in style.
It was at this point I really started diverging from my IRL friends. By the time I got my mount, I was around 43, my lock friend around 41, and my hunter friend around 38. I've always been a hardcore gamer, and WoW only made it worse. Soon enough I was up to 50 and they were pretty much in the same place, so we couldn't do much together. I started playing with my guildies alot, running Sunken Temple, BRD, LBRS, etc. I was starting to gear up and inch towards 60. Then came my first big frustration in WoW. My guildies told me I was gonna have to respec to Resto and spend my time in raids decursing and doing the occasional back up healing. But I loved being a killer kitty and going RAWR! I loved tanking looking at my fat bear ass. But, they told me there was no place for feral druids in end game.
I hit 60 with much fanfare from the guild which eased the pain a bit. I stayed feral fora couple weeks to grind out some Argent Dawn and Cenarion Circle rep. By this point, my guild had ZG on farm status, but needed another decurser for MC, so they got me attuned and took me straight there. It took us an hour just to get to the first boss, and then I spent my time decursing. Over. And over. And over again. I was bored as hell. I did not want to be a healer, never mind an off healer. Why had no one told me druids were next to useless endgame? What was I to do? Find out in my next installment, my hands are getting sore from typing.
If you hadn't already figured it out from my orc profile pic or the fact my first two toons were a UD and a Tauren, I'm a proud member of the Horde. In the beginning this was mostly because my two IRL friends that played were Horde (troll hunter and UD lock) and because I looked at the Ally races and thought "I can be a human, a short stocky human, a really short pudgy human, or a tall goofy human with pointy ears... boring." As time went on though, I began to prefer the Horde for both lore and gameplay reasons. Thrall is the man, anyone who says otherwise is a fool, and Saurfang is badass too. Cairne is another of my favorite lore characters, and from a lore standpoint, Tauren are my favorite race. Like any good warrior of the Horde, I am disturbed and worried about Thrall's choice of Garrosh as the new Warchief, but, we'll just have to wait for Cataclysm to see how it plays out.
Long intro, I know. Anyways, the book is ok so far, its a pretty light read, I'm about halfway through it. The part when Khadgar first meets orcs pisses me off though. Granted, they're under the demon blood rage and trying to kill him, but his description of them reads like Nazi propaganda about Jews or white supremacists bullshit about African Americans. I'll give you a full review when I'm done.
So, back to the tale of my path to altaholism. When we left off. I had begun my life as a Tauren druid. I started on US Whisperwind, a carebear server, because thats where my friends were, and I didn't know the difference. For the first 35 levels or so of my existence, things were great and magical. Everything was new and exciting in my noobishness, and nothing frustrated me. I had luckily decided to level as feral cause that seemed like the coolest part of being a druid, I didnt know at the time it was the de facto leveling spec. Eventually I caught up in levels to my friends, we did some instances and group questing, it was fun. But I played a lot more than they did and soon found the need to make more hardcore friends in game. I joined a very large leveling guild that was planning to become a raiding guild. I didn't know really what that meant, but I joined anyways. And thank god I did, cause I needed people to talk to for what came next. The dreaded level 40 mount gold grind. For those of you who go back to vanilla days, you may remember that making 100 gold for your mount in those days was no easy task. Now, had I been smart enough to have made my first toon have two gathering professions, I might have had an easier time of it, but I made mine a leatherworker, and barely knew how to use the AH for profit, so as it was I spent hours and hours for days on end killing earth elementals in the Badlands for the high valued vendor junk they dropped. Guild chat was the only thing that kept me sane. But, in the end, it was worth it. While my hunter friend was still walking on two legs, I was riding my shiny new kodo in style.
It was at this point I really started diverging from my IRL friends. By the time I got my mount, I was around 43, my lock friend around 41, and my hunter friend around 38. I've always been a hardcore gamer, and WoW only made it worse. Soon enough I was up to 50 and they were pretty much in the same place, so we couldn't do much together. I started playing with my guildies alot, running Sunken Temple, BRD, LBRS, etc. I was starting to gear up and inch towards 60. Then came my first big frustration in WoW. My guildies told me I was gonna have to respec to Resto and spend my time in raids decursing and doing the occasional back up healing. But I loved being a killer kitty and going RAWR! I loved tanking looking at my fat bear ass. But, they told me there was no place for feral druids in end game.
I hit 60 with much fanfare from the guild which eased the pain a bit. I stayed feral fora couple weeks to grind out some Argent Dawn and Cenarion Circle rep. By this point, my guild had ZG on farm status, but needed another decurser for MC, so they got me attuned and took me straight there. It took us an hour just to get to the first boss, and then I spent my time decursing. Over. And over. And over again. I was bored as hell. I did not want to be a healer, never mind an off healer. Why had no one told me druids were next to useless endgame? What was I to do? Find out in my next installment, my hands are getting sore from typing.
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