Written by | Posted November 13, 2014 – 12:30 pm A Girl and her Dog

The morning of the all hands summon to the Blasted Lands, Aely went for a walk. The late fall air was clear and cool, and leaves crunched under their feet in the less-traveled parts of the streets. She and Roger took the long way around Old Town, south through Tanner Circle and down Bulwarks, across […]

One is the Loneliest Number – Raiding without a Guild
comment 6 Written by on March 20, 2008 – 8:21 am

raidnoteSo Bear over at The Big Bear Butt Blog mentioned recently the woes of moving from 10 man to 25 man raiding with small guilds that can field a Karazhan group but not a full fledged Gruul’s Lair run. Go read his post so you get an idea where I’m coming from, and then come back (please!).

Did you go read?

Good. Ok. So here’s where it gets fun. I do not have a guild. Read the rest of this entry »

Ode to a ‘Splody Bat Man
comment 3 Written by on March 20, 2008 – 7:24 am

This was given to me by Shugotenshi, who was there at its original telling by Ninquelote, on the Feathermoon server. I did not witness the original telling, but I have so loved this poem that I found it needed to be transcribed. I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I did (and still do).

Also – this is one of the reasons that I was so happy to hear that the bat men do, in fact, explode again (they were nerfed for awhile), even though nobody really does much with Zul’Gurub anymore.


Ode to the ‘Splody Bat Man
By Ninquelote

Transversing Zul’Gurub? Oh, Traveler, Beware!
There’s more than the stench of troll pong in the air.
There’s snake pong! And spider pong! (a pong quite unmatched!)
And bat rider pong with bat rider attached!

I met a bat rider who left such an impression
That, once healed, I composed this poetic digression:
Ode to a ‘Splody Bat Man!

Oh joyous bat rider, you soar through the sky,
And the troll-children wave as your bat-train flits by,
How your bats fill the air with shrill chirps and sharp pong!
Oh what happy bats they must be, sailing along…

But all is not well, for buried in side you
Is the terrible charge which will wholly divide you.
And when war is afoot and the battle turns ill,
You turn victory pyrrhic with a most bitter pill.

For your eyes, they glow red, and you cackle with glee
At the messy and painful surprise there will be!
And, muttering a magical, sulphurous ode…

You ‘splode with a vengeance! Not some little “pop!”
You make a plateau from the green mountaintop!
The warriors clad in fel, magical gear,
Are half turned to jelly, and half disappear!

The rogues, oh so dodgy, just cease to exist!
They can’t dodge the furious bone-filled red mist.
And the cloth-clad folks, hapless (though farther away)
Are equally slain for their role in the fray.

I gaze at the carnage, the mountain laid bare
And pick little bits of bat guts from my hair
And I wonder how someone who loves his bats so
Could turn them to mincemeat in one ‘splody blow.

Are you catty or batty? A fiend or a freak?
Your repair bill alone must be 10 gold a week!
What could possible drive you to this crazed solution
That calls for the loss of your own constitution?

Are the benefits good? Do the troll-women flock?
As you stride from that troll-hospital down the block?
Do your parents say proudly, “Here lies Dear K0rr0siv.
He transcended dysfunction; went straight to explosive!”

I flat out don’t get why you’d take such a task,
But there isn’t much left of you for me to ask.
So I’ll get back to grooming, and go back to town,
And stare in the distance, and mutter, and frown.

And I’ll try to determine as best as I can,
What drives the demise of the ‘Splody Bat Man.

*image from www.wowwiki.com

Ventrilo – Finding my comfort zone
comment 3 Written by on March 19, 2008 – 8:08 am


Every voice chat server has it’s rules – sometimes unspoken, but sometimes explicitly laid out. This is, I think, a good thing – usually it’s nice to know whether or not you’re going to hear large amounts of profanity through your speakers at any given time, particularly if you have nublets/small-fry/rugrats/sprogs (hi Leafy! I used your word!) in your home.

But sometimes even those rules are unable to give you an adequate picture of what you’ll hear, and whether or not you’ll be comfortable with it.

I’ve participated in the following kinds of ventrilo/teamspeak experiences:

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It’s Tuesday morning – do you know where your characters are?
comment 3 Written by on March 18, 2008 – 6:40 am

hamsterEvery Tuesday morning we get this little forced break, of sorts, while Blizzard cleans the hamster cages*. The game is down; the servers are down; the forums are probably down (if not, they’re slower than molasses in January); the armory is down. Ok, well the armory is down a lot more often than just Tuesdays, but you get the drift.

Because I usually work afternoons, my mornings are spent taking care of various other things around the apartment and keeping up with the Blog Azeroth folks. So maintenance doesn’t really mean much for me, other than having more people than usual in the Feathermoon IRC channel and the BlogAzeroth chat room, and maybe getting ahead on the blog posts for the week.

I was wondering though – does the weekly maintenance really have much of an effect on you? Sometimes if it runs long and I happen to have the day off, it’s a bit annoying, but I don’t find that it cramps my style too much. Do you have things that you do or don’t do on Tuesday mornings because of the server outage?

Oh – and in case you were wondering… your characters are probably out, enjoying the party.

*since obviously it’s a bunch of hamsters running on squeaky wheels that run the authentication servers lately.

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A Girl and her Dog

November 13, 2014 – 12:30 pm

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November 11, 2014 – 3:09 pm

What a long strange trip it’s been. I’ll be the first to admit that, at the beginning, I wasn’t sure Pandaria was going to be for me. I’ve made clear my dislike of daily quests, and that seemed to be …


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Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

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Introducing the Newest Anna

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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 …


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 …

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