February 9, 2010 – 12:39 pm
It’s Tuesday, and I can’t seem to get my thoughts together enough to craft an actual, coherent blog post. So instead, you get random snippets!
- I’m not sure what the deal is, but our towns have had a huge influx of OOC/stupid yelling in the last week, usually of the “OMG I WUV U SO MUCHES WUBBIES!” type (or similar dreck). I’m ignoring 5-10 characters per day on average. It’s worst in Stormwind.
Yesterday saw Annie with 5 new pieces of gear (crafted and dropped), Aely!priest with two, and Aely with 3 (all for DPS). Purchasing gems for 10 pieces of gear, BoA enchants for 3 characters, and regular enchants too, plus some of the odd crafting mats I needed for Annie’s new stuff? Gets expensive. Fast. Good grief.
- On the other hand, Annie now has 548 Defense and 24K Health. Which means I need to Learn2Tank, Nub.
Plan for learning tanking: Clear out quest log of level 76-78 instances – Draktharon Keep, Violet Hold, and Gun’drak all have quests in my logs, and I can pug those and worry less about a n0obgroup. If possible, bring a healer I know.
- Tanking appropriate gear she may have, but DPS appropriate gear she does not. Though she has a fury dual-spec, I found out yesterday that her highest 2H weapon skill… is about 30. Apparently I need to go find some ogres somewhere and level weapon skill. A LOT of weapon skill. (Also, need to find an offhand weapon. Currently only possess one 2H weapon.)
I still hate holidays. Even though I hate holidays, I did the stupid SFK boss with Annie, so she now owns a really NICE tanking necklace. The Wonderful Holiday Lag, however, can die in a fire.
- The RP, it is a-happenin’. There will be stories incoming with Aely and Arrens – probably later this week – plus related in-game RP. And there are some Angoleth ideas rattling around as well, particularly pertaining to Russ.
However, I’m still looking for more RP. I’d like to get Annie Mae more involved. As such, I’m going to try having her show up for things, but Aely is kind of overshadowing that in-game recently. Ideally, I need people to know who Annie /is/, so that she can get more response from other characters. (You thought getting involved in an RP group ended as soon as your main was accepted? Guess again! It’s certainly easier the second time, but it’s a total character reboot, and does involve starting over!)
- ICC “limited edition” end bosses are over, and normal attempts no longer have a capped number of tries before the bosses despawn. I am glad for this, as it’s quite annoying to wipe 15 times over two days on a boss, and then run out of attempts when you’re consistently getting to the last bit and think you might be getting close to downing him/her/it/them.
TRI is doing another round of performance reviews – something we do a couple of times a year. Evaluating your gear, performance, morale, and all that stuff is really useful, especially as a part of a healing team where we really need to be communicating with each other. If you haven’t done so recently, I highly recommend it.
February 6, 2010 – 2:22 am
Newly updated screenshot here. This was taken in a 25 man Turavon kill before our raid on Friday evening. It doesn’t really get any crazier than this, unless it’s AOE funtime and there are a ton of ground-effect graphics around (like Putricide).
Addons used (primarily):
Mik Scrolling Battle Text
Satrina Buff Frames
Omen/oRA2/BigBrother/Bigwigs Boss Mods
There are probably a few others that I’ve forgotten, or that aren’t visible on screen – like Auctioneer (that I run for my banker only) or Totem Timers (for Annorah), but by and large, that’s my UI. I’ve been running with a setup like this for pretty much the whole time I’ve been raiding, adding and taking away as I tweak it. But I’m pretty happy with how it looks right now!
February 5, 2010 – 9:21 am
Icecrown, Argent Crusade Camp, 5:00 am
Fifteen years in the service, and mornings still came early.
Even though she was used to it – had done it every day even – her body still resisted in the mornings, especially cold ones. Both Aely’s knees cracked as she shuffled into her quilted gambeson and pants. Pulling on her cloak and a pair of heavy, fur-lined boots she stepped out quickly to get a bucket of water.
Back in her tent, she lit a single-burner stove and dug out a well-used, blue-speckled pot. She cracked open the seal on a metal tin and inhaled deeply, a rich, dark aroma wafting through the air. Nearby, a little glass container glinted faintly, a gift of finely milled sugar from Arrens. With a practiced hand she filled the basket, settling it into the pot, which she filled just to the little line below the spout with icy water.
And then she waited. The stove worked its magic.
In just enough time to finish buckling on the last of her armor, the water came to a boil and her tent filled with the smell of wakefulness. A quick tug and her tabard settled over the rest of her kit. Aely grabbed a large mug, stepped out into the pre-dawn air, and stopped short.
Six very young crusaders stood crowded around her tent – five men and a woman, each with an empty mug and the look of an over-hungry, slightly desperate stray dog. They all spoke at once.
“Sorry to bother you ma’am.”
“We just… well, you can smell that coffee clear down to the armory.”
“We’ve gotta be at watch in … 12 minutes.”
“Cookie says there won’t be coffee for another hour.”
“Cookie don’t make proper coffee anyway.”
She arched an eyebrow at them. “Yir th’ new watch crew?”
“Yes’m” The woman answered quickly, her hair creeping out around the edges of her helm.
Aely pulled on her best attempt at a stern face. “Well, I dinna jus’ give this stuff away, ye ken… wonderin’ how much it’s worth t’ ye?”
Six pairs of eyes widened, unsure and uncomfortable. Everyone had spoken of the warm welcome they’d likely receive, of the hospitality of the old Lordaeron Paladins, of this particular Lordaeron Paladin’s skill with coffee. The shortest of the group finally spoke up. “Worth, ma’am?”
“Yeh. Thinkin’ mayhap ye could do a bit ay work first. Like makin’ a snow angel t’ piss off th’ Commander. Maybe ye could make me a Snow Deader, f’r target practice?” Aely felt the corners of her mouth twitch, suppressing a laugh.
Silence hung for a moment until she could no longer maintain the straight face.
Aely laughed, grinning and waving them over. “Oh Ligh’, I’m jus’ takin’ th’ piss. Dinna fash. Ye lot ought t’ ken I alwis make enough f’r th’ first watch, so dinna sit lookin’ like I’m gonna make ye roll in th’ snow air turn ye away wi’ nothin. ‘S just finished, so yir right oan time. Got sugar an’ milk too.”