So, I find it really interesting that so many wowbloggers are talking about guilds right now. Maybe it’s because of the post-holidays slog, when people get back to the raid grind and dig back into the game. Maybe it’s the winter doldrums. Maybe the dramallama is just making his rounds, nibbling on everyone’s tulips and generally making a mess of things. Either way – BigBearButt and World of Matticus have both been talking about guild structure and raiding woes. The dramallama hit my guild this weekend, unfortunately, and the ramifications of his visit have not yet been shaken out. I imagine if there are big changes, I’ll be mentioning them here, but for now it’s just stressful to be around my mains. Which is sad, because Angoleth is really pushing close to 68, and leveling Tim is getting to be more and more important.
Who is Tim, you ask?
Well, that’s something of a story. An has never been one of those hunters that gives up on pets easily – but at the same time, she doesn’t still have a moonstalker either. After much tribulation she settled down with a wolf and a bat… and then eventually Sian’Rotam. Easily the most obnoxious, pain in the arse tame I’ve ever attempted, particularly since it was back before that quest became available to Alliance, so I had to get a Tauren buddy to do it with me. I think we finally got him on the 5th try, and both died on all attempts. Either way, Arsaelan had become her pet of choice. Which is odd, since I tend to avoid cat pets, being that the “female night elf hunter with big white kitty” is kind of a huge stereotype.
When An hit 66, I decided that it was time to do a big pet-skill-roundup.
At that level she could tame creatures that had all the pet skills I usually keep around – dash, dive, claw, bite, etc. Into the stables goes Arsaelan, and out she goes to Terokkar to grab a scorpid – easy enough. Then to Nagrand to catch a birdy – also no problem. Then to Blade’s Edge and snag Rema the Den Mother. While I’m running back up to Toshley’s, I see these ravager guys, and notice that they have gore. Now, I’ve kind of wanted a boar pet for awhile, but I *HATE* ravagers. But, well, it’s not such a bad idea to grab more pet skills, right? So I fly back to Sylvanaar, drop off Rema at the Stable Master, and head back out to Gnomeville to grab a Rip-Blade Ravager.
Of course, my pet skill taming luck has, by this time, run out. Those first two pets? Taught me new skills within 3 kills of trying to learn. Ravager thing? Not so much.
So here I am, sending this bright blue and orange ravager after whatever I can find, and praying that maybe THIS time it’ll teach me the gore skill. This goes on for about 5 minutes, while my husband is sitting next to me listening to me plead with the Ravager to teach me Gore so I can just let it go on its merry way. So he makes a suggestion. At which point, the *entire* situation changes. What did he say?
“You should call him Tim”
…great. So now it has a name. I hate ravagers – what are you doing naming my… hehehe…. Tim, the Ravager…
There are some who call him… Tim…
*sigh* So now I have a ravager pet. He amuses me greatly. Tim also changes color, which also amuses me greatly. When he’s blue, he matches An’s hair. He’s also only level 65 yet, so I’ve been taking him out to murdervate clefthoof in Nagrand in the evenings, since farming + pet training = two rogues with one chain heal. So if you’re out on Feathermoon server, stop by and say hi. I promise Tim won’t actually do any damage to your shoes – he just likes to chew on the laces…
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