Why ADD is bad

I had a plan for today, I really did. You see, my rogue Zuuluu wants a wolf mount. Not a frostwolf, a real, Orgrimmar-approved wolf. His rep with them is getting pretty close (can't remember exactly what it's at right now) so I was going to take him out and find Elders, all of them if I could. Because each Elder you talk to gives 75 rep to all Horde factions. And with 38 Elders in Azeroth, 6 in the old-world dungeons (which he can stealth thru), plus whichever ones in Northrend I can reach with him (he's still only 70), that's a hefty chunk of rep.

But I never did it. My sister convinced me to go with her to Zul'drak so her hunter and Boogga could run thru Har'koa's quest chain, then after she logged to go to work, I wound up getting on Khlar. Poor, poor neglected Zuuluu. :(

But on a positive note, Boogga's chimaera Gwaihera is almost level 78 now. He also got the Amphitheater of Anguish completed, and Karda the hydra tanked it! He did a great job too, considering our group's healer was a feral druid who claimed he went OOM after 3 heals. He died on the last boss but we finished him off shortly after. I love my hydra. <3

Also Khlar's mining is finally 300 (and herbs are up to 312 now too), so I can finally take him to Outlands for good, except for occasional instance runs with Gwyn. Thorium on his server is ridiculous, he'll have a steady cash flow whenever I want to go farm some. Gonna see how close I can get to 62 before I log tonight. Maybe I can find some Elders for Zuu sometime tomorrow after work, before our Naxx raid. Maybe.... >.>

Also on a more frustrating note, I am trying to write another story for Kaled, but I'm having a major writer's block. It's about to drive me crazy. Every time I try to think it out, I start thinking of something else. Argh.

Kaledain: Beliefs

I've been thinking about this since the post I did a few days ago(the 5 questions). Kaled and Khaotic definitely have very different beliefs about some things, and it might seem strange that they never fight or argue over it. So I came up with this at work today. Enjoy!
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One night, a few months after their wedding, Kaled and Khaotic sat by a campfire near their house, just enjoying the night sky. They had had few private moments like this since Toorambar had come to live with them during his tutorship, but he had gone back to Mulgore for a holiday, and they had been making up for lost time. Covered only by a thin blanket, they watched the stars above them.

Kaled suddenly broke the silence. “What do you think is up there in the heavens? You think our spirits might fly up there to live after we die?” Khaotic looked at him curiously. “You want to ponder the meaning of life while you’re at it? Who can guess what’s up there? I’m not even sure I really care about it.” Now it was Kaled’s turn to stare at her. “Do you really mean that? You haven’t ever wondered what happens when we die?” She shrugged. “Not really,” she replied. “I was usually too busy trying to stay alive at the times it would have been most appropriate.” Kaled was silent for a bit before answering. “What about now, since you don’t have enemies surrounding you screaming for your blood? Does peace and quiet give you time to think about it?” Khaotic sighed, beginning to grow frustrated by his questions. “No. It’s not something I want to think about, Kaled,” she said irritably. He seemed confused by her change in attitude, asking more cautiously, “Why not?” She didn’t respond this time, so he finally gave up and returned to watching the stars.

After a long interval in which Khaotic thought he might have decided to drop the subject, he said very quietly, “I do think there’s something more when we die. I don’t know what it is, but I don't believe we just disappear from this existence.” Khaotic snorted, though not harshly. “You sound like one of the Alliance’s holy paladins,” she said. “So be it,” he replied. “I am not ashamed to say we might worship the same powers.” Khaotic sat straight up at that. “What!?” she said incredulously. “Are you saying that you think the Alliance is better than your own race? To say nothing of the orcs and tauren, or the Forsaken, though I don’t think they believe much of anything.” “No, no,” Kaled quickly responded. “I’m just trying to say that I think this ‘Light' they value so much might not be a bad thing. Who can say that it favors one race over another? It should be the person inside that counts, not which side of the war you were born on.” Khaotic stared at him. “That’s a very noble sentiment, love, but the world doesn’t usually see things that way,” she said.

“Did I ever tell you about the first time I went to Orgrimmar, when I was little?” she asked him, and he shook his head no. “I went with my parents. We had just arrived on the zeppelin, and were walking to the front gates. There was a commotion in the distance and we stopped to see what was happening. There was a young orc and troll running up to the gates as if their lives depended on them reaching it.” An ironic smirk crossed her face when she said that. “Coming behind them and gaining fast were two humans on warhorses wearing the livery of their holy church. Before the two younglings could reach the gate, the humans ran them down and slaughtered them, then trampled the bodies with their chargers. They had no reason for doing it either; they just did it because they were 'Horde scum'. They were paladins, Kaled, followers of this ‘Light’ you speak of. And you think this power cares about us the same as the humans?” Kaled shook his head, a look of dismay on his face. “That’s what I was trying to say, Veldora. Those men were evil, despite wearing the Light’s symbols. Their actions proved their true character no matter what name they claim to serve.”

Khaotic looked down, toying with the blanket in front of her. Finally she said, quietly, “I can’t believe that, Kaled. Not after all the cruelty and slaughter I’ve seen. If it makes you happy to think of it, fine, but don’t expect to convert me.” Kaled reached over and cupped her chin, turning her face to look at him. “I would never do that, love. You ought to know that, of all people. I love you for who you are, all of it, and I would never try to change you.” She smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently in hers. Then her smile faded as his face turned pensive. He turned to look back at the sky, his expression distant.

“Do you know,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper, “the people in Silvermoon that rescued me told me that the accident happened so fast, my parents were most likely dead before they even realized their mistake. The house was burned to the ground, and only fast action saved the neighbors’ homes. Yet I bear no scars from that accident. The workroom was shielded and I was at the opposite end of the house, but I don’t believe that’s what saved me. Think about it a moment. It was like a dragon’s fireball, they said, yet I was pulled from the wreckage alive, barely injured really, and I healed quickly and completely. Only my magic was taken. Nothing rational explains it.” He turned to look at her, his eyes intense and unblinking. “That is why I say these things. I have to believe that something saved me, and it did so with a purpose in mind. I just don’t know what it is yet.” Khaotic was speechless, and just stared at him.

The spell was broken by Ashkeyana yawning loudly as he strolled over to the fire to lay down across from them. Kaled blinked, then looked away as Khaotic drew a deep breath. She reached over to massage his shoulder a bit. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I won’t argue or belittle it anymore.” Kaled looked over at her with a half-smile. “Veldora, if you didn’t question anything, you wouldn’t be who you are. You don’t have to apologize.” She smiled back at him and slid closer to him. “Although,” he continued as he began rubbing her back, “if you want to make it up to me, I have a few ideas….” He didn’t get anything else out after that, as she pressed her lips to his, and bore him back to the ground.

Second Night in Naxx- Heigan 3 manned

We started out in the Plague quarter. Noth was easy and Loatheb was a cakewalk, but the biggest event I think of the night was our try at Heigan the Unclean. My guild had never killed him before, this time we not only got him down, but got him on the first try. The fight itself was rather incredible because 7 of us were dead by the time he was at 54%, only our DK off-tank, priest healer, and one of our rogues was still alive. The 3 of them got him from 54% down and killed him. Our shammy popped his reincarnate when Heigan was at about 34%, but he died again at 10%. I turned fraps on, also around 34%, and recorded it, here it is. :)

It's also on Youtube here but the quality stinks.

I love my guild hehe. P.S. If you don't like the music, please don't complain. You can always mute it.

We did Construct Quarter after and killed Grobbulus after 5 or 6 tries. I didn't live thru any of them. :(

It was so late after we got Grobb down that we called it after that. They're going back Sunday to finish but I won't be there since they're going while I'll still be at work.

Going to work on Khaotíc tonight, I want to get her at least to 20.

A question of morals

Random post, yay!

I've been checking out some RP bloggers lately and found this post from Too Many Annas that got me thinking. She does this thing every Friday called the Friday Five, where she asks 5 questions, and you answer according to how your character would think or react. This one was about faith and morals, which caught my interest since I've been reading alot of stuff on other blogs about the morality issues in some of the quests Blizzard has put in Wrath. (Perfect example is this quest, where the Kirin Tor have you interrogate a prisoner.) So I started thinking about how my characters would answer these questions. Here are Kaled's, Khaotic's, Khlar's, and Boogga's responses, I didn't include all my toons to avoid the Massive Wall of Text.

First, the questions from Anna's post:

1. Does your character have any religious/spiritual beliefs?
2. Is your character superstitious?
3. Does your character swear? If so, how? Is he or she creative about it?
4. How does your character regard “the Law”? Does he or she have a personal moral code?
5. Does your character like to dance? (feel free to assume that characters can dance in ways other than the WoW standard /boogies)

And my answers:

1. Kaled believes in the Light, more or less, and has a "Live and let live" philosophy. His sense of honor is very similar to an orc's despite the fact that he's a blood elf.
Khaotic believes in herself and those she trusts. To her, higher powers have nothing to do with it.
Khlar does not believe in any religion; he believes himself not worthy of much of anything right now, and needs to redeem himself in his own eyes before he'll start thinking of spiritual beliefs.
Boogga doesn't care much about religion. Give him a bow, a full quiver, and a pet and some critters to hunt and he's content.

2. Kaled, Khaotic, and Khlar are not superstitious at all. Khaotic thinks superstitions are stupid, and Khlar isn't afraid of anything, after all, he's already had the worst possible thing happen to him, to his way of thinking.
Boogga can be mildly superstitious at times, comes with being a troll I guess.

3. Kaled does not swear much at all, he'd have to be really mad or frustrated, and it's usually along the lines of "Blast it" or something similarly mild.
Khaotic usually doesn't swear much, but when she gets ticked off she will cuss like a pirate. She usually swears in Thalassian, so most people wouldn't understand her anyway unless they happen to be another blood elf.
Khlar doesn't hold much with swearing. If he gets mad about something (which is extremely rare) he's more likely to just "dispose" of the problem.
Boogga doesn't swear much, just because he's pretty easy-going and doesn't really care.

4. Kaled has a very strong moral code. For instance, he did not believe in fighting among the races until he joined the Frostwolves in Alterac. Killing monsters, OK- fighting humans and other elves, not good. He follows the Law unless it clashes with something he believes in, then he will follow his own morals.
Khaotic lived as a soldier from her mid-teens until she met Kaled in her twenties. She has had the Law drilled into her, and follows it unless it runs counter to her own equally strong moral code, which is based on honor much like Kaled’s.
Khlar ignores the Law completely, but his sense of honor is close enough like it that it usually gives him no problem.
Boogga also follows his own code of honor, which is similar to most orcs (he actually spends more time among the orcs and tauren than among his own race) so he usually has no problems either.

5. Kaled is really too shy to be a good dancer, although Khaotic will drag him out every now and then. She enjoys a good dance/party, but hasn't been to many recently because she prefers Kaled's company.
Khlar does not dance, he's too serious-minded for it really.
Boogga loves to dance and will cut loose with anyone, anytime he wants.

Feel free to put down your own answers if you want, either post them here or on your own blog if you have one. :)


And for anyone that might wonder regarding that quest I linked, Khaotic would go through with it and question(oh heck, I'll say it, torture) the prisoner, though she would be thoroughly disgusted with the Kirin Tor. Kaled would not do it, no way no how. Khlar would also refuse, it would be too much like what he did while in service to the Lich King. Boogga would do it and has already (obviously since he's 80) without many qualms, though he would think differently if the prisoner were a Horde race (looks human, eh, why not).

Have fun with this and Happy Hunting!

First Naxx run

Boogga got into Naxx for the first time after a 25-man Archavon run, where he got his t7.5 gloves!!! He also had no less than 3 10k kill shot crits on Archavon. Mageddon came along and did over 1k DPS by himself. For Naxx I switched to Samurai, might bring Mag next time tho.

Naxx was a 10-man run. We cleared spider wing and military wing, then went to Patchwerk and downed him before some people had to leave and we called it. Had some nice drops, Boogga got some new leather boots from Faerlina and shoulders off the 4 Horsemen. I'm not sure how much I'm going to use the boots since he loses some +hit and int from his Dragonstompers, and he's just reached the hit cap so he kinda needs the +hit. I only got them because the rogues didn't want them. I'll play with them for now and see how they work, an Icewalker enchant might be good enough to get by.

He died almost at the start of the 4 Horsemen because I had no idea what the fight was like, but I got to watch it and think I'll be fine next time around.

He's almost honored with the Sons of Hodir, would be already except I have totally failed at doing dailies in favor of leveling Khlar's professions. He should get it tomorrow and then he'll have a nice shoulder enchant. Next I have to raise his Knights of the Ebon Blade rep so he can get the head enchant.

That's all I can think of for now, til next time Happy Hunting!

Khlar: Geth

Yes, this is a story about his horse. I am an animal-lover after all.
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Through the long years of my servitude, I have had one constant companion. Geth, my deathcharger. I hope you will indulge me as I tell you about him.

My fellow death knights, my "classmates" if you will, and I were all excited to be finally learning to summon our own mounts. A knight's deathcharger was almost as much a part of him as his runeblade. We were instructed to go down to the Scarlet Crusade horse farm in the valley below us, and bring back a horse of our choosing. We left together, and upon reaching the field each of us selected a mount. I chose a tall, sturdily muscled chestnut stallion with a wild gleam in his eye, and jumped up on him bareback. He proved to be barely broken, giving me quite a challenge as I rode him back to the Scourge camp.

Once there, he was taken with the other horses, then they were all killed by a dark ritual, sending their spirits to the shadow realm. Each of us was then instructed to go and find the spirit of the horse we had chosen, and defeat it, then it would be ours. One by one we were sent to the shadow realm. When my turn came I stepped up to our master and he cast his spell. The world around me turned dark and hazy as everyone else disappeared. I turned and looked around, then started down the slope.

Not far down, I came across a shadowy horse, but recognized that it was not mine. I continued on, and the next spirit horse I saw looked familiar. It stamped one hoof and snorted at me, and I saw the gleam in its eye. I readied my runeblade as it charged. I ducked aside and swung my blade, scoring a solid hit on its flank, but it spun around and came at me again. This time it bit at me while it ran past, and I felt its teeth latch onto my shoulder. I struck with my elbow and the horse screamed and let go. One more swing with my blade, another scream of pain from the horse, and it came to a stop, blowing hard and glaring at me. I stared right back, and after a long while the horse finally bowed its head, allowing me to mount and ride back. From that moment, Geth was mine.

He kept his wild spirit, and was usually a challenge to ride anywhere, though he gradually improved. He would allow no one but me to touch him, and made a game of biting the hands off the ghouls that tried. I know that he despises his time in the shadow realm and lives for the times I call him back, to carry me wherever I was told to go.

He obeys me unfailingly. I realize that he loves me in his own way, although he is not affectionate at all, instead trying to challenge me for leadership of our little 2-member "herd" at every opportunity.

After I left the Lich King's ranks, he stayed with me. That was my greatest fear, that his magic was connected to Arthas' somehow and I would lose my only friend. That fear proved groundless, and Geth is with me still today. He doesn't care what I am doing with my life, only that I give him some time in it, and for that I am grateful. It is reassuring that there is one creature that does not judge me for my appearance or the crimes I have done while under Arthas' control.

He tolerates my present companions well. Treng shows the good sense I have come to expect from him, and keeps his distance from Geth. But what a start Gwynifar gave me, when I summoned him in front of her for the first time. Before I could stop her, she had reached out and stroked his nose. Imagine my surprise when Geth did not snap off her hand, as I expected, but instead stood still and tolerated her touch. She has some magic with animals, I swear.

She continues to be the only person he allows to touch him, besides myself. I have grown more cautious around people and warn them off before they get close. He is an extremely irascible horse.

He is also protective of me. I could not count the times that something has tried to reach me, only to meet his teeth or hooves instead. He packs a vicious kick.

He is tireless and agile, never refusing a jump or climb. He is surefooted as a mountain ram, taking paths that most mortal horses would never manage. And he is absolutely faithful, and has never failed me when I needed him.

Above all, he is my friend, despite being "only an animal." I think Gwyn and Treng understand our relationship best, as it is similar to the hunter-companion bond. But this one is not forged by spells or compulsion. I have learned that he is capable of refusing my summons if he so desired, but he always comes to my call.

He is my partner, and I thank you for letting me tell about him.

Khlar: Meetings

I was not prepared when the clatter of arriving hawkstriders sounded in the yard; my courage nearly failed me. Would my parents recognize me? Was Gwynifar with them? I opened the front door with trepidation, and stepped out.

My parents looked the same as in my memories of them. Oh, they both had some silver in their hair, and maybe a few lines in their faces, but otherwise, I could have just left yesterday. They both looked up at me simultaneously, and we all froze where we stood.

Fear flashed across their faces. I knew what I looked like, and it was impossible to not recognize I was a Death Knight. The fear was followed by a myriad of other emotions, some of which I understood, because they were running through me, too. I stepped closer, and said, "Mother, Father, it's me, Khlar." My mother gave a half-sob then, and rushed over to me, wrapping me in her arms. "My son," she said softly. My father remained where he stood, with traces of fear showing still. But when my mother released me, and I looked him in the eye, his face softened, and he came and hugged me too. Then my mother ushered us into the house.

We talked for hours. My parents had to hear all of what had happened to me, and then in turn they caught me up on what had gone on after I left with the army. They told me that they had sent Gwynifar a note, and she should arrive in a day or so. I looked forward to meeting her and her friend, the orc Treng. After a big supper that my mother cooked, we all went to bed.

The next day we were in the sitting room, still talking, when we heard a knock at the door. My parents looked at each other. "That is probably Gwyn," said my mother, and she stood and went out. I held my breath as I waited for her to return with my sister. It didn't take long. Mother came back in and sat down again, and then Gwynifar stepped into the room.

I did not want to frighten her, but I couldn't help myself and stood up. She saw me and froze, her eyes widening. I could almost hear her thoughts, and for the first time I was truly disgusted with what I was. I knew she was most likely afraid of me, and couldn't let her think I was a monster. I stepped toward her, saying softly, "Sister..." Before I could say anything more, she screamed, "NO!!" then collapsed in a faint.

My mother bundled her off to her bed as I sat with my father, feeling the horror of what I was and how I appeared to others. I hadn't wanted to frighten her, but the stereotype of my kind was too strong to be overcome by one brief meeting. My father tried to comfort me, saying that she would be okay once she woke and had a chance to talk it over. "You and Mother need to tell her," I said. "She will still be too frightened of me." He protested, but I knew it to be true.

Gwynifar did wake up soon, and my parents talked with her for a good hour while I walked through the woods outside. A large shaggy wolf kept me company. I knew him to be Gwyn's pet, and wondered what his name was.

"His name is Haiden," said a deep, accented voice behind me. I turned and saw the orc, Treng. I looked him over, as he studied me in turn. "You are not afraid of me?" I asked him. He shrugged. "You're obviously not a monster, otherwise there'd've been nothing left here when we arrived," he replied. I said nothing in return, but in my heart I felt a little bit of peace at his words. "You are young to sound so wise, Master Treng," I said after a pause. He scuffed his feet in the dirt. "Ain't being wise so much as being sensible." He looked back to me. "Gwyn will be fine. You just gave her a start cause she didn't know what to expect." With those words, he turned and went back to the house.

I wanted to follow, but decided to wait until Gwyn came to me. I turned back to the wolf, Haiden, and scratched behind his ears, then continued my walk.

I did not wait much longer before Treng came back outside with Gwyn beside him. She came up and stopped before me. She started to say something but stopped herself, then suddenly stepped forward and hugged me shyly. "I'm sorry about that, Khlar," she said. "Think nothing of it," I told her. "It's not an unusual response for me." She laughed a little at my attempt at humor, then stepped back and studied me. "All my life growing up," she said hesitantly, "I've heard stories of you. I felt like I knew you, even though you were dead before I was born. Now I find out you weren't really dead. It's weird." "It's alright," I said. "I'm just glad to be finally free and with my family." She cocked one eyebrow. "You're really free from him? How did it happen?" So I wound up telling my story over again while we sat at the base of a tree, with Gwyn and Treng's pets scattered around us. As we talked, I felt a connection start to grow between us, and I vowed silently to myself that I would protect her, to the best of my power. Protect her from the evil in the world like Arthas and those of his ilk.

And if He should ever come near her or the rest of my family, then may the Light have mercy on him.

I will not.
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I apologize for the lack of regular posts lately. Been busy on Khlar mostly. His herbalism is 300 and trained, now I'm working on his mining. I also took him back to Outlands and hit level 61. His mining is at 240 currently, so he should be in Outlands for good soon.

Got another story for Khlar and a new one for Kaled running around in my head, will try to have them done in the next few days. Til then Happy Hunting!