A short update: managed to scrape together the remaining experience points to get to level 31. Some Syndicate and Naga slaying and then I might be looking for a change in scenery again.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Southshore sucks
Southshore sucks. At first glance it seemed to be a lovely sea-side town. Then it all went horribly wrong after Feh tried to hit on the barmaid in the inn.
This started a string of events which ended by the innkeeper trying to give Feh a not-so-friendly knuckle massage. Luckily the town guards intervened and Feh managed to save his skin. Now his only place to stay in town is the dark corner behind the inn, near the outhouses. Oh, the smell... it won't probably go away. Ever.
On more serious terms, I'm just a little bit bored with levelling and decided to do yet another silly post. Still at level 30, gaining experience points towards the next level little by little.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Got my panther cruiser
A nice enchanter/collector bought my auction of Enchant Gloves - Herbalism and that provided me with enough funds to get Feh a mount. Now I can get around Azeroth that much faster.I've been questing in Ashenvale but the remaining quests start to get hair-pulling frustrating to do without any gear. Two mobs at once is still an impossible battle for me. Melee tears through my nonexistent armour and casters deplete my small HP pool quickly. I think I'll move to a new zone just to get some different scenery to stare.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Level 30 Pit Stop
As some of you might have figured it out, Feh is level 30 now. What a timing with the 2.4.3 patch, too bad I lack some gold to get the mount. No, Feh doesn't have a rich sugar daddy on Nordrassil to supply him with endless flow of goooold.
Still going with feral, seems to be the efficient route. I can usually kill one mob before it kills me, two mobs usually mean a certain doom. Balance tempts me, I could avoid a ton of damage by using Entangling Roots and spamming my damage spells. I might give it a shot at level 40, just to freshen things up a bit.
Still going with feral, seems to be the efficient route. I can usually kill one mob before it kills me, two mobs usually mean a certain doom. Balance tempts me, I could avoid a ton of damage by using Entangling Roots and spamming my damage spells. I might give it a shot at level 40, just to freshen things up a bit.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Story time, kids!
The Battle For The Hearthstone
In the butt, Feh gave his hearthstone. He had been busy with the hearthstone for hours and now wanted nothing more than a tired cuddle or a rude massage from his lover moonkin.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his fluffy moonkin appeared at the door, grinning literally.
"Put down the hearthstone," moonkin said absolutely. "Unless you want me to give that hearthstone on your nose."
Feh put down the hearthstone. He was advanced. He had never seen moonkin so rested before and it made him sleepy.
Moonkin picked up the hearthstone, then withdrew a druid from his ear. "Don't be so advanced," moonkin said with a rested grimace. "A tauren bit my arm this morning, and everything became experienced. Now with this hearthstone and this druid I can absolutely rule the world!"
Feh clutched his amazing arm steadily. This was his lover, his fluffy moonkin, now staring at him with a rested ear.
"Fight it!" Feh shouted. "The tauren just wants the hearthstone for his own fluffy devices! He doesn't love you, not the tired way I do!"
Feh could see moonkin trembling steadily. Feh reached out his nose and touched moonkin's ear absolutely. He was fluffy, so fluffy, but he knew only his amazing love for moonkin would break the tauren's spell.
Sure enough, moonkin dropped the hearthstone with a thunk. "Oh, Feh," he squealed. "I'm so tired, can you ever forgive me?"
But Feh had already moved in the butt. Like a trio of angry trees that runs around and beats people with twigs, he pressed his nose into moonkin's ear. And as they fell together in an experienced fit of love, the hearthstone lay on the floor, sleepy and forgotten.
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In the butt, Feh gave his hearthstone. He had been busy with the hearthstone for hours and now wanted nothing more than a tired cuddle or a rude massage from his lover moonkin.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his fluffy moonkin appeared at the door, grinning literally.
"Put down the hearthstone," moonkin said absolutely. "Unless you want me to give that hearthstone on your nose."
Feh put down the hearthstone. He was advanced. He had never seen moonkin so rested before and it made him sleepy.
Moonkin picked up the hearthstone, then withdrew a druid from his ear. "Don't be so advanced," moonkin said with a rested grimace. "A tauren bit my arm this morning, and everything became experienced. Now with this hearthstone and this druid I can absolutely rule the world!"
Feh clutched his amazing arm steadily. This was his lover, his fluffy moonkin, now staring at him with a rested ear.
"Fight it!" Feh shouted. "The tauren just wants the hearthstone for his own fluffy devices! He doesn't love you, not the tired way I do!"
Feh could see moonkin trembling steadily. Feh reached out his nose and touched moonkin's ear absolutely. He was fluffy, so fluffy, but he knew only his amazing love for moonkin would break the tauren's spell.
Sure enough, moonkin dropped the hearthstone with a thunk. "Oh, Feh," he squealed. "I'm so tired, can you ever forgive me?"
But Feh had already moved in the butt. Like a trio of angry trees that runs around and beats people with twigs, he pressed his nose into moonkin's ear. And as they fell together in an experienced fit of love, the hearthstone lay on the floor, sleepy and forgotten.
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Sunday, July 6, 2008
Torch Tossing
Here's the video I mentioned in my last post. Special thanks go to Bai the rogue for frapsing this. Now that I think of it, there should have been two or more people and we should have spammed throwing torches to each other. With more people and a view from above, all sorts of shapes made with the fire trails would have been possible. It would have been a little bit similar to Laser Shows For Tips, which was done with shamans and chain heal. Oh well, perhaps next time.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Come on baby, light my fire
The Midsummer Fire Festival is over and Feh is level 26.
I spent the last days of the festival running around Azeroth with Feh, honouring the Alliance flames and desecrating the Horde ones. The experience from the quests was great (I think I got enough for 1-2 levels) and I now have flight paths to most Alliance towns. I spent my Burning Blossoms on Vestment of Summer, Mantle of the Fire Festival (too bad I can't wear the shoulders while levelling) and got those throwing torches with the remaining blossoms (video with hot torch throwing action coming soon).
I spent the last days of the festival running around Azeroth with Feh, honouring the Alliance flames and desecrating the Horde ones. The experience from the quests was great (I think I got enough for 1-2 levels) and I now have flight paths to most Alliance towns. I spent my Burning Blossoms on Vestment of Summer, Mantle of the Fire Festival (too bad I can't wear the shoulders while levelling) and got those throwing torches with the remaining blossoms (video with hot torch throwing action coming soon).
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Theramore, Theramore, Theramooore
I am the captain of the Theramore,
And a right good captain too!
You are very, very good and be it understood, I command a right good guild!
We are very, very good and be it understood, he commands a right good guild!
Though related to an elf, I can quest, raid and level, and wiki a strategy!
I am known, not a fail, because of lag or e-mail, and I never, ever PvP.
What never?
No, never!
What never?
Well, hardly ever...
And a right good captain too!
You are very, very good and be it understood, I command a right good guild!
We are very, very good and be it understood, he commands a right good guild!
Though related to an elf, I can quest, raid and level, and wiki a strategy!
I am known, not a fail, because of lag or e-mail, and I never, ever PvP.
What never?
No, never!
What never?
Well, hardly ever...
This was just a silly post made to go with the screenshot I managed to capture. Special thanks go to Polska the draenei shaman who just happened to be in the right spot at the right time to appear as ship's helmsman. The lyrics were taken from Myndflame's machinima Illegal Danish 2: Escape from Orgrimmar.
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