Kinless' Chronicles

World of Warcrack. The game goes on. And on.

I'm sure any player can appreciate what an addiction this game could be.

It's not that there's been nothing going on, it just that so many different things are going on it's hard to catalog it here.

Darkhoof continues in the weekly raids to Molten Core. He missed last weeks Onyxia run where the guild finally took her down again.

Last night we wanted to do a little World PvP. Not PvP per se. Our plan was to raid Stormwind City. We hit the Cathedral and attempted to take down the Benedictus guy there. He was tough and the guards zerged us worse than Murlocs. We did manage to get the guards all down but then resurrected again down in the crypts below. This was in fact our initial staging area. And as we were gathering our numbers, now this is deep deep down below the Cathedral mind you, what happens? Some level 53 Dwarf Warrior just happens to wander (WANDER!!!!!) down into our midst. Since we're on his turf we can't touch him. He starts dancing, and hoping to maybe distract him, I show him a few Tauren dance moves. Like I said, Benedictus is real tough, we didn't get very far. (Our raid, a team building exercise, was kind of small. Too many feared the possibility of what getting 1 DK would do to their hard earned Honor Rank. (I heard 1 DK = 1/4 of your rank lost.) So after rezzing we left the Cathedral and moved to the Tram station.

Now, Shamans, have a nice advantage here. I was following our main tank, keeping him healed, and dropping Earthbind Totems. I was one of the first to reach the station. We took the train to Ironforge and made our attempt on the Gnome King. For a short guy he's pretty tough. And, zounds!, the guards zerged us here too. And the worst enemy was the Ironforge LAG! I zoned into Ironforge and wound up dead. I resurrected and returned to the station side. Whew. There was someone causing some trouble and I followed him, and managed to rezone back into Ironforge. When the screen appears I'm already dead. Now the tunnel is full of some high level alliance. I run back from Kharanos (I am very familiar with these places) but it seems a little strange seeing them as a dead Tauren. The snow is even whiter to a dead man's eyes. I resurrected in the Ironforge tunnel and make a run for the portal back to the Tram station. The lag is so bad that it won't zone me though I'm running against it. I'm cut down again. I didn't reach the Tram station, but instead I'm brought back to life in Elwynn Forest. Live and no rezz sickness. While the rest of the raid is attempting to recover, somewhere, I head to Redridge. I greet a few of the Alliance players I meet there. (Hello. Meet FROSTSHOCK!) Then a Mage introduces me to Polymorph and FIREBALL. I rezz in the nearby graveyard and then make my way to Darkshire. (The raid is still gathering itself somewhere.) I visit the undead crypt. Yeah, you thought those skeletons and ghouls were tough. Heh. Did you expect to find a bored 60 Tauren Shaman in there? You could have zerged me. United you stand, divided you fall.

But at last I hearth to Kargath and we reform a smaller raid group. This time we're off to find the real King of Stormwind. Apparently he's being held on an island off Theramore, protected by Hydra's, Naga's, and some Gnomes. We're an MC raid crew so we didn't have much trouble getting into the jail on the island. No King. We did give our source a hard time for it. :) And then we came across a Gnome called Weevil. How hard could he be? He was level 63. Well, our Main Tank called out "He's resiting my taunt" and then he got Mind Controlled by this Weevil. He did a Shield Slam for 999 against one of us. He one-shotted another. This is our former Main Tank! The Weevil guy was hitting us for, oh, 14k I heard one hit was. Apparently, as it turns out, this guy is designed to be taken on by BWL raiders working on getting the Scepter to open the AQ gates. We encountered him on a lark with 12 people.

With that as the evenings conclusion we returned to Orgrimmar. (Where the server shut down on us.)

So I went to Kirin Tor to do a little business.

On Kirin Tor I've already told you about Morticai, my 24 Undead Warrior, and perhaps Mortiangelo, my lvl 9 Undead Priest. (These play across from my wife's Zauberin, a level 22 Undead Mage.) We'd already made Greenclaw and Zaniah (NE Druid and Warrior) and Freewind and Itarilde (NE Warrior and Druid) there. We've now made Grimtounge and Theodora (Human Warlock and Priest), and Weisenheimer and Minkypoo (Gnome Mage and Warlock). I've also made Ogresson, a level 20 Dward Hunter. His pets include Dottir, the white bear that ate some Dwarf Pilot, Sorrow, a rare white bat I tamed outside of Brill, and Whambam, a boar that I used in Warsong Gulch because he has a nice little charge/stun move going for him. I wanted a Horde side Hunter and created a Troll Huntress, Makeda. My wife made a Troll Shaman named Nzhinga. I thought two hunters working in Tandem would be affective so she created an Orc Huntress named Amazulu. And so I created an Orc Warlock named Unkulunkulu. And, unbeknownst to me, she'd also created a Dwarf Paladin named Tapfer.

These are the twelve steps of World of Warcraft Anonymous.
1. We admit we were powerless over WoW; that our lives have become unmanageable.
2. We come to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
... Oh, wait, got to go. The guild's thinking of raiding ZG and I need to repair and get some potions made. I'll finish this later.