I have been getting emails back from the great white north…well, from canadialand, wherever fikkle is, I’m not sure. He says he’s staying really busy, and trying to get the internet situation figured out. Hopefully he will be back, writing away soon, until then, sit back and enjoy the ride!
Archive for April, 2008
Yesterday was a very productive day. With the help of a buddy, the one and only spinrock, I was able to get the 5200 gold I needed to finally get my epic flying mount!!! I was so stoked! It was amazing seeing that much gold in my bag at one time!!! It almost hurt to drop it all at once.
Until I actually got atop the mighty beast. WOW. That sucker cooks across the sky!!! I was so impressed with the flying mount that I will have to get one for Syllus as well. But, first I have to get Spinrock cooking across the sky!!!
The horde epic flyer looks sweet, but I think Abadon wants the drake and the cenearion expedition epic flyer too….decisions, decisions.
No, not my guild, or a guild I am in, but definatly one I would join!!! This week’s “How I wow” podcast was with Felecia Day, creator, actress, and all around cool chick from “the Guild.” What exactly is “The Guild” you ask? Well, I’m glad you asked! It’s a web based series that follows te out of game lives of six guild members that meet up. Wackiness ensues as the episodes unfold. Their are nine episodes out to date, and they have won several awards for this ground breaking series. You can find them at their website, or you can get them from youtube and itunes.
The cast of the guild is top notch, and very hilarious. Their are tons of one liners, and the outtakes are outrageous. If you haven’t seen this show, go watch it now! You can even skip the rest of this post! Just go watch it! If you have seen it, but haven’t visited the site in a while, go there as well, Their is an awesome thank you video where Felicia Day dances to some DDR….it’s very entertaining to say the least. Anyway, have fun watching the guild, and I’ll get back with you all later.
I’m truly not a diabolical madman! I’m going to hold the fort , err, blog, down until he gets situated. So, we all know that I don’t write as much as the fikkle, but I’ll get with you all, at least once a day to see how things are going, have some coffee, and chat about wow. If any of you have any tips, questions, or just wacky zany comments, shoot them my way and I’ll get back to you on the blog! Me email is firstname.lastname@example.orgUntil then, have fun, and I’ll see you in Azeroth!!! Now, back to your daily quest grind.
Just a quick note to let everyone know that I’m leaving this morning for my business trip. As such I’ll be away for a few days and I’ll be leaving Sylus to watch the blog while I’m gone. Now, I know he’s a Rogue, so his instincts are gonna be to try and ninja the blog. I’m already aware of this. If you do see this, just smack him on the hands with a piece of wood and say ‘Bad Rogue’. Normally that sends him crying to the corner.
Have a great weekend, hopefully I’ll get my connections all sorted out soon and then I’ll be able to get back to blogging. :D
I took the screenshot last night and was able to develop the banner in about twenty minutes, after trying several different layouts.
The Horde banners on either side of the banner were the clincher for me to change it. I did like the old banner, but I don’t think it truly said ‘For the Horde’. However, while this banner is a bit closer to that idea, I’m thinking that this too will only be a temporary banner until I can get the one that I’ve been thinking about for a while.
So what do you think of the new banner?
Kin to the Warsong Clan, Grimshott was raised in the forests of Ashenvale where he spent weeks at a time out in the wilds among the critters and beasts. Aware of the many perils that he might face within those ancient woods, Grim developed a keen tracking sense that allowed him to elude would be predators and enemies.
He often spent his time on the hunt. He would kill only when he needed food, but he would track any and all creatures that he could find for the thrill of the hunt. Often times he spent days tracking a single animal, following its tracks and the trail it left behind until he caught up to it. When he inevitable found his quarry, he would draw ever closer, silently stalking it, but allowing the creature to sense his presence and grow accustomed to his scent. When the creature would no longer become spooked, Grim would reveal himself to the beast, allowing it to see him and again, grow accustomed to his presence. His ultimate goal was to tame the wild creatures he followed, gaining their trust and returning that trust in kind. Grim often would provide small amounts of food and over the course of time, many of the creatures would then seek him out. When his current target ultimately grew passive to his presence, Grim would head back into the forests in seek of his next challenge. It was in this way that he became destined to be one of the great Beastmasters of the Horde.
Grim also learned many other valuable skills while on his hunts. In addition to his prowess at tracking, he developed a knack for setting and baiting traps for the beasts he hunted for food. When he eventually captured something worthy of cooking, he honed his skills at skinning, using the hides and leathers to craft simple pieces of armor and clothing. Grim also carried with him a bow, with which he’d practiced from the time he was just a young Orclet. While he was not a perfect marksman, he very rarely missed his targets.
By the time Grim grew of age, he’d hunted and tracked every creature in the forests of Ashenvale and he sought other challenges, those he could only find by exploring the rest of Azeroth. But Grim knew that he would not be able to accomplish this on his own, and that the Horde would be the means through which he could gain the skills required to hunt in any land. It was with this spirit in mind that Grim left the shade of Ashenvale and headed south through the open plains of the barrens and into the hard cracked fields of Durotar to the heart of the new Horde empire, Orgrimmar. There he sought out the master hunters and learned what they were willing to teach him. When he had gained the skills to be a true hunter, his trainer told him that he would need to accomplish one final task before setting out on his journey. A hunter could only reach his full potential when he tamed a great beast to fight by his side. Thus Grim set out into Durotar in search of a valiant beast to accompany him on his journeys.
Unfamiliar with the terrain, Grim headed south towards a large outcropping of rock that dominated the landscape. As he approached he began to notice tracks in the hard cracked clay. Intrigued by the different patterns, he decided to follow the tracks. The tracks skirted the rock formation, leading him around a large outcropping. As he rounded the base of the mountain, he began to notice distinct patterns in the tracks. There appeared to be four sets of tracks; three were similar and of the same species while the fourth was hooved track. As he continued on the trail, he began to hear loud grunting noises coming from a small inlet where the rocks had formed a small canyon. Rounding the last bend, he came upon a cornered Boar being stalked by three red Raptors.
Grim could see that the Boar had been running from the predators, attempting to avoid a fight if possible, much as he had done in Ashenvale when he detected a predator. But the Boar had run herself into a corner and now she turned on her would-be attackers.
Looking on, Grim saw as she continued to grunt and let out a shrieking squeal as she charged the closest Raptor, hitting it full on and sending it careening into the jagged rocks. The spattering of blood on the rock face left no doubt in Grim’s mind that the Raptor would not be getting back up.
A bit stunned by the sudden display of ferocity in the boar, he stood still as she turned on the second Raptor and lunged for its soft underbelly. The Raptor attempted to come down on her before she reached him, but she was too quick and drove her tusks deep into the Raptor. As she pulled back, a long trail of innards followed and the Raptor let out a shriek of its own as it wavered and fell into the dirt.
But the great Boar had lost the element of surprise that had doomed the first two Raptors as the third brought its sharps talons down upon her side. Squealing in pain as she was thrown off balance, she quickly climbed back to her feet and charged at the final Raptor. Slamming into one of the legs of the Raptor, Grim could her the bones being crushed from the impact as the Raptor suddenly lost its own balance and toppled over. The Boar took advantage of the small success, driving its tusks down into the wounded Raptor repeatedly until it no longer moved.
The Boar continued to grunt and squeal as the pain of her open wounds began to over take her and she fell onto her side. Grim knew at that moment that this proud beast was destined to be his companion and he outstretched on arm, holding his palm open as he slowly approached the Boar and reassured it that he was no threat. As he came upon her, it gently set his hand upon her neck and used his free hand to remove several bottles of ointment from his pack. Spreading the liquids over the wounds he then removed some fresh bandages and wrapped them around the wounded creature.
Sensing that it was at ease, Grim lifted the great Boar into his arms and began to carry her south. He knew there was an inn at Razor Hill where he could allow the creature to rest and recuperate back to a healthy state.
After several days the ointments had healed the gashes in her sides, but there were large scars that remained. She was able to walk again and she moved around the small room at the inn, shoving her snout across the floor in search of food. Grim pulled some small grubs and a few pieces of meat from his pack and spread them across the floor for the noble creature.
As he watched her forage for the food he left out, Grim decided that she would need a name. But not just any name, he had seen the valiant spirit this powerful warrior possessed. Her great deeds would need to be honored by a name that carried with it great honor. Remembering back to the stories he’d heard as a young Orcling, Grim thought of a Great hunter that had tamed a mighty boar. She had been a fierce beast and a force to be reckoned with. Her name was honored as much as any great Orc’s name was and it would be a fitting name for this noble animal as well.
Looking down upon her, Grim grunted and gave her a name. “You possess a courage and a spirit to be honored,” he said. “From this day forth you shall be known as Valkyrie the Swiftusk.”