I have spent the better part of the past week exhausted, achy and stuffed up to the extent that my Ventrilo vocalizations have surely suffered from a severely “nasal”-ly quality – in short, struck down by a nasty summer cold. As a result, I hung around the house in jammies, playing copious amounts of WoW, sleeping, drinking loads of water, eating tons of miso soup (my sick – and well – food of choice is always Japanese cuisine) and hauling about tissue with me wherever I went.
Posts Tagged ‘Leveling’
Once upon a time, in a WoW far, far away, I really cared about loot. I felt cheated whenever I got outrolled for something. I refused to look forward to the next level, the next dungeon – if I missed out on something now, I was cranky about it. I was also polite enough not to spread my crankiness around to others, but still, in my head, the Loot Drama Monster raged.
When my pally and I reached 70 on our latest alts (I’m the female dwarf priest, he’s the male draenai shaman) while killing whelps outside of Westguard Keep, we paused and marked the occasion with a cliff-side picnic, including white wine, cheese, bread, and a flame-riddled chocolate cake. All of the picnic items were a bit squishy from being hauled in packs from Dalaran, but it was well worth the effort.
Sometimes it’s good to just take a moment and celebrate the little things.
P.S. Note that due to finding yet another replacement chestpiece but still no pants, I am once again wandering about in bikini bottoms.
The shared topic over on Blog Azeroth this week is, essentially, nostalgia for old WoW…go! And while I do enjoy a good romp down memory lane (as long as I also firmly remember why I’m glad to be here-and-now, as well), thinking about old WoW has made me think about my little holy priest, who finally just hit Northrend shores this week at level 68. Hooray! Leveling her through Outland, however, brought up a good number of blush-filled memories of leveling other casters through Outland due to the major issue I encountered there – caster gear is jaw-droppingly skimpy.
I have a had a secret desire to make Tazha an engineer for a very long time. When I was leveling her as part of The Fantastic Four, her job was to make money to buy mounts for everyone, so she was a miner who would also skin any animals who ventured too close. And all was good until we hit 70 and everybody was on their own for elite flying mounts, not to mention flying in Northrend.
It was then that I first got the itch to do something else with Tazha. For a long time I labored under the unhappy delusion that whatever profession I chose should be terribly useful. And by the time I’d convinced myself that engineering did, indeed, have some terribly useful bits (repair bots! fancy helmets!), we were raiding in Ulduar where repair bots are nullified by the everpresent repair ogre+goblin at the front of the instance and fancy helmets are nullified by my fancier helmet.
This morning I read a terrific article on duoing in MMOs over at Welcome to Spinksville. And it got me thinking not just about my own personal duo, but about the quartet I have been involved in and not only the problems with being in a quartet, but the incredible satisfaction that has come from it as well.