Written by | Posted November 19, 2013 – 4:46 pm Deconstruction

Bad things are happening in Stormwind – and beyond.

The Hand of Lothar, they call themselves.

Yva Darrows was their first target.

Tirith and Aely were their second and third.

They have since… expanded their reach and escalated their methods …

Be a Shamanistic Genius (while you level)!
comment 23 Written by on April 2, 2008 – 9:26 am

Or just make everyone else think you are one!

Ok – so Matticus has challenged me with this post title in his recent bit about finding interesting headlines for your blog. Frankly, I’m a little surprised he didn’t leave the original headline as it was and have me do an RP/cyber spoof.. so I figured I’d just do that part for him. April Fool!

Regardless, I’m happy to oblige with some little shaman “secret” tidbits to make your life as a freshly rolled, soloing shaman a little easier.

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Be an RP-Sex Genius!
comment 13 Written by on April 1, 2008 – 7:33 am

So the monkeys over at World of Matticus have caught on that I happen to play on an RP server. And not only that, I play on *the* RP server – yes, you know it – Feathermoon, home of the infamous Tram Incident. <makes crow noises>

So! I’m here to help you with all your ERP needs – no need to hide those secrets here, because everyone knows that the only reason to play on an RP realm is for the hawt nelf cyber!

ANYway – A few tips here, from your resident Draenei hottie. *wink*

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Hogger’s Noggenfogger?
comment 5 Written by on March 31, 2008 – 7:23 am

hogger

potion If a Gnoll in search of augur found a skull inside his lager,
…would it be Hogger’s Noggenfogger?

And…
If Hogger had a boggan set atop his hairy noggin, as he augured in his lager called the Hogger Noggenfogger,
… would it be a boggan-noggined Hogger augur-lager Noggenfogger?

But…
If Hogger were a logger with a taste for Noggenfogger, with a boggan on his noggin as he rode on his toboggan seeking augurs in his lager down in Booty Bay with Sprogger,
…would it be…
…a toboggan-Sproggerin’ boggan-noggined logger-Hogger Noggenfogger lager augur?

If Hogger were hot-doggin’ on his logger’s log toboggan,
Smokin’ a cigar he found in Ogre Ogg’s log cabin,
While Sprogger hogged the Noggenfogger lager with the augur,
And the boggan leapfrogged back and forth ‘twixt Hogg’s and Sprogger’s noggins,
It would be…
The Sprogger-hogged leapfrogger-boggan-noggin’d cigar-smogger logger-’bogganin’ hotdog Hogger’s augur-lager Noggenfogger!

*many thanks to Vangelis for transcribing (and creating) this!

**I dare you to read this out loud, five times, quickly!

***Though I thought about posting something serious, I realized that having two grumpy posts back to back would make me even more grumpy. Frivolity it is!

Why I hate Daily Quests
comment 4 Written by on March 30, 2008 – 7:51 am

(pardon me while I rant a bit. Regular, sane, well thought out Anna will return in 5 minutes)

soapbox Ok – you’re all probably looking at me funny right now. I know – dailies are how you make MONEY, you say. They funded my epic mount and now I have speedy birdy and all this stuff that I can do so much *faster*, plus I’m like super duper special loved by all these people so they give me cheap repairs, crafting patterns, cookies, and free beer.

(ok, maybe not so much on the free beer…)

Alright. Yeah. They make money. That is one of, if not the sole reason that I, occasionally, do them. (The other reason being reputation, which is really just more farming)

That said, I hate them. With a deep seated fiery passion. In fact, it could be said that I hate them more than I hate farming – which is saying something – even though I end up doing them more often than farming (because farming with a holy priest/resto shaman sucks). Even though most of them are little more than glorified farming…

Anyway – I figure there are a few things that could account for this.

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Deconstruction

November 19, 2013 – 4:46 pm

Bad things are happening in Stormwind – and beyond.

The Hand of Lothar, they call themselves.

Yva Darrows was their first target.

Tirith and Aely were their second and third.

They have since… expanded their reach and escalated their methods …

Patrol

November 13, 2013 – 9:59 am

The cathedral bells stop ringing overnight, except for chiming the hours. Three bell strikes, and Angoleth padded softly around another corner of the Cathedral District, staying carefully in the shadows. Trained ears picked up Mogget’s soft breathing – nearly inaudible …

Riders in Lordaeron – Memory

November 7, 2013 – 1:33 pm

(Written by Jolly, Tarquin, and Annalea)

The highlands of Lordaeron were not for the faint of heart; be it the putrescence of the Scourge’s long-lingering remnant, or the rock-strewn hills and valleys that made farmers out of only the most …

Riders of Lordaeron – Logistics

September 13, 2013 – 7:11 pm

(With Tarquin and Annalea)

Once more, four people made their way through the thickets and hills of Lordaeron, this time in the crisp chill of late morning, seeking after the Rider. Aelflaed had snatched what sleep she could while Chryste …

Riders of Lordaeron – Problematic

September 11, 2013 – 9:47 am

(With Tarquin)

She hadn’t wanted to leave Jolly – not so soon after finding him again – but once away, it took about five minutes for Aely to figure out she had a problem.

That problem had just announced that …

Riders of Lordaeron: Arrangements

September 9, 2013 – 10:05 am

It was an uneasy goodbye for him, but it was agreed by both he and Aely that a stroll back to Hearthglen would not be very easy to explain, nor would the explanation needed for the three Argent soldiers once …

Riders of Lordaeron

September 7, 2013 – 9:02 am

“Light sent me ye when I needed ye afore – an’ now again when I need ye. I canna ask fir more than tha’.” She sighed and slung the shield back across her shoulders. “It’s… Light. Been awhile hasna it? …

Dark Rider of Lordaeron (Part 4)

September 6, 2013 – 2:02 pm

She blinked, but did not drop either of her shields. “Aye, though I’ve been Caltrains fir th’ last near three years. Canna say I’ve any memory ay ye.”

“Yeh’ve far moar’n yeh realize,” he replied evenly, his grip tightening on …

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