I was really grateful for all the comments from everyone after my last post (& the comments on MMO Melting Pot too – what’s the protocol here- do I also reply there ?). Everyone had great ideas for what I should do now I’m 85 but already sick to death of dailies. The unequivocal consensus was that I should not do so many dailies & in fact perhaps should drop them altogether. Many of you suggested things like the Loremaster achievement (including really really reading the quest texts – not just relooking at them when I’m halfway through a quest with nothing happening & the dawning realisation I’ve missed some crucial bit like needing to use some magic crystal on the mob before I hit them – normally this realisation coming after I’ve killed 100 for nothing … ). Also suggested were doing older dungeons & raids, and learning to make money (money that can make my dream of a Traveller’s Tundra Mammoth a reality not a guilty fantasy).
All were great ideas and have led to me changing my routine. Dailies-wise I’m now only doing Rokk & Katherine Lee for the chocolate cake recipe – unless I really really feel up to Molten Front (I actually want to see how that turns out). Other than that I’m focusing on three things:-
-Loremaster- starting with Twilight Highlands. I am going to do all the quests & explore all the areas and- when I remember (old habits die hard )- really read the quest texts. Did some of it yesterday & I what I’ve learnt about the Wildhammer clan…well to be honest nothing much apart from their annoying tendency to lose stuff – gryphons, relatives, themselves, their trousers ….thinking of starting up a Wildhammer Clan Lost & Found business for gold. I’d have that mammoth before the day is out.
-Raiding- I realise now that part of my issue is I’m actually scared to do proper raids because of how hard it sounds but I want all that cool gear. What a conundrum. But rather than settle for what I can get from VPs only I need to get a grip and go for it. So when I can I will sign up with my guild for their proper Friday night raid, use Teamspeak and everything (imagine my lilting Welsh voice on the air…a high pitched Anthony Hopkins), and try really hard to perform well at that level.
-PvP. I’ve made myself some vicious stuff (really vicious – they bite as I sew) & bought a few extra pieces & now sort of have a PvP set. Yes I’m all grown up. So much so that yesterday I ventured out again to Tol Barad & also a battleground. It was all very exciting.
Firstly Tol Barad. Previously I’ve always had my heart in my mouth doing the dailies there. I’ve been killed so many times – often by the same people each day (do they live there?). But I walked out with a bit more confidence yesterday. I had some resilience – physical not emotional of course. But even better – I’d only been there a few minutes when the universe handed me a gift (even they are fed up of all my deaths – I’m pushing the limits of what resurrection can do). A Worgen Warrior (very tough looking) asked me if I wanted to group so we could do the dailies together. He said it would be quicker, but I like to think he wanted my protection (please let me dream). So I said yes & off we went. And yes it was quicker & yes I did relax a bit more knowing I had a strong warrior accompanying me (I was Frodo to his Aragorn). It was great. Halfway through the dailies we came across a Hordie bear. I’m sure the bear only saw me to begin with and thought he’d found easy pickings. But how wrong he was. Sucker! Together me & the warrior despatched him quick sharpish. I did my usual whoops around the living room (while acting fairly dignified in game…don’t worry …it didn’t last). I wasn’t so lucky next time. He must have been stalking us and when I and my protector were separated for just a second (I was greedily looting I think – still haven’t kicked my Embersilk cloth habit) he lunged at me. I panicked and hit a wild selection of buttons – none of which involved casting one spell but did change my outfits four times- and rather quickly died. Thankfully by the time I’d ressed and run back the warrior had killed him. I was very grateful & swore I would not part from the warrior again. So we carried on with the dailies (me sticking to the warrior like a limpet) when again the bloody bear reappeared (like a Goldilocks nightmare). This time he surprised the warrior & the warrior himself died. I was on my own. I had no choice but to dig deep. I entered a Zen like trance (wax on wax off) & took a moment to look properly at my task bar & actually hit the right buttons in the right order and …I KILLED HIM!! I KILLED THE BEAR (I offer no apologies for the caps – I am totally shouting). I was absolutely over the moon. The warrior was pleased for me too- although I think by now he was wondering what sort of lunatic he’d grouped himself with. He said he was also impressed with my DPS – so my neurotic fixation with recount is paying dividends. So all was good.
Later – still full of PvP euphoria – just before bed (note to self- not the best thing to do if you want to relax of an evening) I went into Warsong Gulch – now with two more pieces of resilience gear and no money. The gate opened & I remembered what I’d read – that nothing shows a PvP noob more than running off in a totally different direction from the rest of the group – so I tapped into my inner sheep (baa) and simply followed the crowd over to the Horde base to capture the flag. I got a few hits in on the way & definitely could feel a taste for blood growing – the lower the health of someone the more single minded I was to bring them down (think Terminator with a staff)-and yet I’m a vegetarian pacifist. Scary. Obviously I died a few times myself (without any shred of dignity and using words even my tongue was embarrassed to say). On one of my forays I decided to stay with the flag carrier all the way back- seeing myself as some sort of hard core invincible protector. Probably someone with cloth armor is not ideal for this – but I have resilience..that makes me invincible yes? I was certainly acting like it did. Somehow we made it back but then just stood around on the upper ledge. I was confused. I thought the flag had to be put somewhere? More DPS appeared. Someone said, “All the dps are here!!!” in a tone that suggested that was very wrong. I shuffled my feet uncomfortably – not sure what to do. I had thought I was helping. It occurred to me that my place was probably back at the horde side stopping them planting the Alliance flag. Wrong place, wrong time … again. Finally – with nothing else to do I hurled myself off the ledge down into the fight below- determined to prove my worth somewhow. I died of course. Quickly. But this time on ressing I ran back to the Horde side & got in the thick of it there. I felt delight every time I saw a name in red. Something to kill.SomeONE to kill. God I’m so ashamed. It was great. Then it all stopped and – WE’D WON!!!! A zillion honor points came my way. What a buzz.
I went back to Old town & exchanged a number of justice points for even more Honor points like the Honor point junkie I now am – taking me up to something great like 700! I now have two main goals- build up my PvE gear with Valor points & proper raids and build up my PvP gear with Tol Barad, battlegrounds & justice point exchanges.Plus do some Loremaster stuff when I can. And get that bloody chocolate cake recipe. And try & do a few World Tree dailies.
My cup runneth over :)