Family Duels

In our little guild, we have a list of people that need to be nerfed.  (This is all in good fun, so Blizzard, please don’t nerf us.)

There are three people consistently on that list.

One of our hunter’s, primarily because he’s one of those rare folks that refuses to run any type of meter or check his DPS, rarely cares where he ranks on them, and always thinks he is probably at the bottom…and he’s always at the top.  Or close to it.

My druid, which is probably more a joke, but who wants to argue with what Qale and Mord say?  She was tossed on there back in Mogu’shan Vaults when she was switched from Feral to Restoration.  Once she had some healing gear (and a mana pool that stuck around a bit), they keep saying I need a nerf.

And at the top of the list…is Dereus.

Yes.  Dereus, my wonderful Twin that whenever we get together, we break something.

He gets the top spot for his uncanny ability for soloing bosses.  (He apparently tanked Nefarian down to 1% during Cata after the raid wiped.)  He solo survived Ultraxion when we foolishly tried to duo/trio? him on 25 man heroic at the beginning of Pandaria, before we were well geared.  He pulled an entire boat full of dinosaurs and trolls (the one out on the Isle of Giants with the big elite troll caster) and (with some heals from me) held them all while he and Qale killed them.  He is constantly the last man standing when told to wipe the encounter because the man just won’t die.

There are times he has to turn his back to the bosses, sit down, and watch Netflix so he won’t accidentally rip aggro from the other tank.

He’s also one of the nicest guys you’ll meet in and out of game.

Last expansion, when I was doing a lot of PVP as a Shadow Priest, we thought we’d try to duel each other.  Turns out, he’s unkillable there as well.  I was too apparently, because the duel went for about 10 minutes before he got stuck in a wall when I feared him.  Best I could do was get him down to 25-50% health before his “I’m a little Pally and I won’t die” would kick in and he’d be at full health again.

We laughed, a lot actually, but never really tried again.

Until this week.

Screen Shot 2015-03-27 at 2.01.34 PMJust for kicks, I thought I’d give it another go…on my hunter.  The one that just hit 100 a week ago.

This is something that will never happen again, but I did it.  I got him down and won the duel!  Woo!

We tried again today and sure enough, he beat the snot out of me.  He learns quick, so confusing him with Stampede wouldn’t work this time around.

Dueling with friends is awesome because you can work out what works and what doesn’t.  Today, I swapped around talents and tried different combinations and by the third duel, I still couldn’t beat him, but he was well within Kill Shot range and he actually had to bubble.  (He didn’t have to on the first two today.)  I realize I have to work on my mobility a lot and get better with my rotation to tangle him up a bit.  Remember, he can’t hit me if he can’t reach me.  🙂

To Dereus!  He’s the training dummy that fights back and kicks my arse!  Just another reason why he’s awesome.  Please Blizzard don’t nerf him.  I need to heal him Mondays and Wednesdays!

Clearly not “That” Druid

I can’t possibly be the only one when it comes to PVP that has a love hate relationship with Druids.

When I started PvPing as a rogue in Vanilla, dear lord I hated Druids.  They were just impossible to kill.  I remember one just laughing in Gurubashi arena as he tossed rejuvs on himself as I furiously tried to kill him.

10 years later, the majority are still impossible for me to kill.  The shifting.  The versatility (not the stat).  The mobility.  Any time I see one, I usually run the other way…

Because I am not that type of Druid.  I’m usually okay, but I am not one of those Druids that is insanely hard to take down.  Don’t get me wrong, I want to be, and I certainly try to better myself so maybe one day I can be, but as much as I love to PVP, I’m just not as quick with my reaction and rotation as others.

I have my days where I’m pretty awesome at it, but this expansion, that’s really not the case.

So far, I haven’t really gotten in to PVP that much because our internet connection wasn’t very stable or able to let me even see opponents when I’d try to PVP.  We finally got moved and settled and I have a decent connection, but I still didn’t really grab the opportunity to do much of it, which means I have no gear whatsoever on Silent.  (And with the conquest nerf, that’s going to be a slow grind I believe.)

Regardless, the guys got me going in 3v3 last night.  Last expansion, I primarily ran with two hunters.  Looks like this season, we’ll be having some fun as a hunter/death knight/druid team.  Once I get a bit more gear, I think I’ll feel better about arenas again, because being blown up by all the things is just no fun.

On the bright side, we did go out with a bang.  We flipped specs around throughout our run.  Our last match, our DK went tank while I boomkin’d it out a bit.  That feeling of exploding something is always pretty awesome!  Especially when you blow up two paladins and a hunter.

Looking forward to another round.  Cheers!

Barrage all the things!

I might have mentioned it once.  When I was introduced to WoW, I wanted to play a hunter.  The guy I was dating didn’t want me to because Night Elf hunters with Sabers were everywhere.  So clearly, I became and undead warlock.  /chuckle

Every expansion, I always seem to bounce around a bit, filling out roles we don’t have, etc.  There’s been a couple characters I’ve made just for the heck of it that I found myself enjoying and didn’t really want to stop playing.  There was my Enhancement Shaman back in Wrath of the Lich King, my Paladin that I finally leveled in Cataclysm (I just couldn’t get those guys past 20), and the druid I came back to after so many expansions had already passed.

We’re still missing a few things on the Stay Classy Achievement, one was a human hunter, and since Garrosh saw it fit to give a Druid a freaking Bow, that same Druid who also got the Legendary Bow Drop from Sunwell, it just really seemed that Blizzard wanted the only person that could never level a hunter past 30 to be a hunter.

I’ve tried.  Really, I have.  I have a couple of level 10’s maybe floating around on various servers that were started in Vanilla.  Even my very first heirloom was the mail chest piece for a hunter.  Even then, I ended up deleting her around level 30.

Now, I’ve always liked them.  Even when you had to feed your pet and keep it’s mood up so it wouldn’t leave you.  Once I even had a Horde Tauren hunter (in the 30’s of course) that I did some PVP on and was complimented for being pretty good at it for that level by an alt of a guy in one of the top PVP guilds on our server at the time.  (WING CLIP FOR THE WIN!)

Still, could not level them.

Apparently, I still can’t.  I got her to 60 and said to hell with it and boosted her.  My want to start the Gara Tame line and max out another set of professions for the achievement was just too great.  Not to mention, I didn’t want to mess around in Hellfire for what seems like the 100th time.

I’ve had the free boost sitting and waiting to be used since I picked up WOD and I wouldn’t mind using another one or two for a few other characters.  The walk through on your abilities was pretty helpful, even though it kind of freaked me out at first since everything I had on my bars was gone and I had to rebuild everything.  (Also, yeah for free flying all the places!)

Screen Shot 2015-03-18 at 6.09.11 PMAnywho, she’s kind of an ugly human, I have no clue how I’m going to transmog her because I really don’t  care much for any of the armor sets (except for the two widely used sets on my server, that would be this one and this one.)  I completed the Gara tame line yesterday and I think I love her a bit more now.

And Barrage.  Barrage is awesome.  Because for me it’s the equivalent of Starfall.  Just like with Starfall, you’re going to get all the things, but it’s better, because as a hunter (unless you’re Lone Wolf Specced), you’ve got a buddy to grab all the new friends you’ve made.  It’s perfectly fine to grab all the things as long as you have a way to keep them off of you so you can kill them all.  As a Druid, I use a tank friend who’s less than thrilled about it.  As a hunter, I’m using the furry friend that I no longer have to feed to perk him back up.  I can’t always say the same thing about using a tank friend. >.>

So that’s where I’m at right now.  How about you?  What trouble are you getting up to in Draenor?

A Look in the Druid’s Closet

Once upon a time, one of the best parts of raiding, was getting a set of Tier Gear so you matched.  (Okay, so that was always what I looked forward to.)  Playing a druid, I never really paid much attention to the gear, since I was predominately feral and rarely found myself out of bear or cat form.

But ever since I really started playing Silentsong again and became a healer (nope, won’t use Tree form, yes I still hate it) and have tested the waters of Boomkin (still trying to really find a love for it, but I really do dig Astral form) I figured if I’m going to look at my armor, I better enjoy it.

That’s one of the sad things about multiple gear sets disappearing.  Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE having so much more room in my bags and not having to carry a two PVE sets and one or two for PVP, but I liked having different transmogs running at once.  It also kept me from getting too confused on which gear was which.

While there a few things I’m not super fond of when it comes to gear and how it looks (Hair either completely disappearing or just poking through helmets, belts should really have an option to be turned off) without Transmog, I would be running around looking like this:Untransmogged Silent 3-11-15

Scary right?  Holy cow, that is just some ugly armor.  And the combination of it?  Nope.  Nope nope nope.

But if you fancy it, here’s the armory link so you know just what the heck it is.

I promised a look in my closet at some of the leather transmogs I’ve really liked on my Druid over the past couple years.  Be warned, I like a lot of PVP armor.  I also don’t really have a mog for shoes, because Worgens don’t show them outside of their human form.  I’ll probably go back and look in to that, but that’ll mean I’m carrying even more armor around and my void storage can’t handle it.  I’ve also only included pants when they are actually showing and the chest piece isn’t covering them up.

Personally, I like Staves over this one handed thing I’ve been stuck with since we started raiding this expansion, but gotta work with what you’ve got, right?

Silent used the same transmog through Mists of Pandaria and the beginning of Warlords of Draenor.  It’s always been my favorite because I really like the tribal look on the Worgen.  I’ve had to lose the staff she usually carried to accommodate the mace and off-hand.

Original SilentOriginal Silentsong

Gladiator’s Dragonhide Helm
Vengeful Gladiator’s Dragonhide Spaulders
Vengeful Gladiator’s Dragonhide Tunic
Vengeful Gladiator’s Dragonhide Gloves
Belt of Potent Chanting (You will see this belt a lot in this post)
Vengeful Gladiator’s Dragonhide Legguards
Bloodcrush Cudgel
Karabor Arcanist Tome

That helm has been with me since Tanking Karazhan and I just couldn’t part with it.  Never cared for the brown color on the Malorne set, but that helm.  Just enough wild to match my Druid.

Firebird Silent MogSilentsong the Firebird

Stormrider’s Helm (Heroic)
Shoulder pads of the Forgotten Gate
Relentless Gladiator’s Wyrmhide Robes
Gladiator’s Dragonhide Gloves
Supple Waistguard
Ko’Gun, Hammer of the Firebird
Prophet’s Scepter

I switched back and forth between the Antlers and the Stormrider’s helm on this one.  When the shoulder’s dropped, I wanted to try to make something around it that looked a bit fiery.  The Gilneas background doesn’t show it, but the shoulders actually do give of a fiery aura.

Change up SilentHalf Tree Silent

Merciless Gladiator’s Dragonhide Helm
Merciless Gladiator’s Dragonhide Spaulders
Merciless Gladiator’s Dragonhide Tunic
Springrain Grips
Taut Dragonhide belt
Merciless Gladiator’s Dragonhide Legguards
Sand Polished Hammer
Erorus’ Ledger of Trade

The tokens that drop in Sunwell can be turned in for the majority of this PVP gear out on the Isle of Quel’Danas.  Our raid leader thought we’d picked up another Worgen when she saw me the night I switched out to this, since I wasn’t wearing the Antlers.

Silent Mog 3-11-15Silentsong, Currently

Hood of Rampant Disdain
Springrain Spaulders
Springrain Tunic
Gloves of Dissolving Smoke
Belt of Potent Chanting
Vagaries of Time
Eerie Stable Lantern

The Springrain gear has been popping up in my salvage crates.  I like that it’s a bit like the old Wildheart set, but darker in the colors and less feathery on the shoulders.  The set’s helmet actually uses a recolor of the Stormrider set, without the lightning coming off of it.  This is one of those sets where the hood dropped and I really liked how it looked on a Worgen and tried to piece stuff that I have around it.  I think this set will stick around for a bit.

What do you think?  What are some favorite sets you like to run?

The Picnic part one

Find me, Save me, Redeem Me (Also known as the Picnic, part one)

“Sermon took long enough,” she said, but he could tell she was smiling.

He turned to find her leaning beside the entry way to the Cathedral and returned her smile.

“Meeting,” he corrected and returned her smile.  “But you know how it goes when someone gets going and forgets how to end the stream of thoughts coming out of their mouth.”

The woman giggled and his smile grew.  Leaning down, he kissed her cheek gently.  “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”

“I was just in the neighborhood,” she replied.

“Syn, you are a terrible liar,” he laughed as she blushed at the truth of his words.  “You rarely leave Pandaria any more and you hate the church.  What are you up to?” he asked cocking an eyebrow playfully at her.

“I don’t hate the church,” she laughed, then quickly frowned as some of the other members of his order leaving the church shot her disapproving looks.  No doubt in response to her comment.  “I just have had my fill of it is all,” she said a bit quieter.  “In any case, I thought maybe we could have a picnic today, that is, if you’re not previously engaged.”

Taking her hand in his he raised it to his lips and kissed it fondly.  “An afternoon with you would be far better use of my time than any engagements I could have.  However, it just so happens, I am free this afternoon.  I just have a few errands to run first then I’m at your command, milady.”

“Dalmar!” she laughed at him, as her cheeks steadily turned crimson.  “You’re awful.  You know that right?”

Dalmar gave her a mischievous grin as they began to walk down the stone steps of the Cathedral.  He pulled her arm through his as they walked, their plate armor clinking with each step they took.

“I take it we’ll be going to Pandaria for our picnic?” he asked curiously.  “And what can I bring?”

“You don’t have to bring anything, Dal,” she replied kindly.  “I only require your presence.  I’ve just missed you is all and felt we’ve been apart too long.”  She sighed and put her forehead against his shoulder as they walked.  “We don’t have to go to Pandaria if you don’t want to.  I thought maybe we could go to the farm, but I suppose we could go anywhere, really.  Even here in the Eastern Kingdoms.”
“We can picnic at the farm.  You’re very fond of it aren’t you?”  The woman smiled shyly up at him, green eyes sparkling.  He had to admit that her happiness about the small place was contagious, especially considering her initial attitude about the continent of Pandaria when he first met her.

When they sat down and talked about it, he had found out that he had been dispatched to Pandaria shortly after she had, but they had taken very similar paths once they had gotten there.

She had been fighting a group of Hozen when he first saw her.  The jungle forest was full of them and the majority of them had taken up arms with the Horde.  At first, he thought it was the heat of the day and the length of his ride to the next village that had him seeing things.  Most paladins he came across were not as angry or wild as the woman he saw that day.  He would have thought she was a warrior with the steady stream of verbal abuse she screamed at the Hozen as she slammed one furiously in the face with her shield in one hand while slashing at another’s torso with the axe in the other.

But between bitter insults and war cry like screaming, she whispered prayers to consecrate the ground she stood upon and enact a sacred shield to give her strength and hinder her enemies attacks.  A Paladin with a furious warrior’s heart and soul.

Out numbered she may have been, while not overwhelmed or over come, she was tiring.  Having forgotten momentarily his sworn duty as a Paladin and Knight to protect and assist others in need, Dalmar came back to his senses and dismounted from his charger.  Asking the Holy Light for assistance, he sent a burst of healing energy into the woman before drawing his own sword to enter the fray.

Three Hozen already laid dead at her feet while three more continued to beat against the shield she threw against them.  It looked like two more were preparing to join the battle as well.  Whether she had noticed him or not, he noticed her instinctively move to protect him from their blows while attacking with him, the mark of a well trained Paladin or warrior.  Between them, the three that had been attacking laid broken and dying before them while the two that had sought to join the fight were running back to the trees to avoid incurring more wounds.

“Keep running you filthy mongrels!” she yelled furiously.  “And YOU!” she turned to him making him take step back.  For a moment, he thought she would begin to unleash her fury on him  “Not bad.  Not too bad at all,” she said, her initial fury dissipating as she slipped her axe into a loop on her belt.  She nodded at the cross on his tabard.  “Nice to see that some of you Church boys have some stones.”

“What?!” he had sputtered with a mixture of amusement and shock.  She shrugged and let out a loud whistle.  “Have I offended you, milady?”

“No.  It’s nothing personal,” she stated.  “Just my experience.  Where the hell did he go?  Cowardly horse.”  She whistled again and he heard the tentative steps of a Paladin’s Charger coming from behind him.  He turned to see her charger clad in Silver and black, the armor from the Argent Crusade of Northrend.  He noticed a large sword strapped to the horse’s side.  The lady was certainly a fighter.

As she moved to her steed to take the reins, he decided to follow suit.  As she mounted, he called to her over the saddle of his own charger.  “Where are you headed, milady?  Would you like for me to accompany you?”

Looking back, the laugh is probably what had sold him on her.  Shield fixed on her left arm, eyes gleaming, and her black hair, still disheveled and flying wild from the fight, bounced as she laughed at him.  “I thank you for the assistance, sir, but I’m afraid I’m more of a loner.  Farewell.”

With a swift kick, she had taken off, leaving him standing stunned next to his horse on the road.  He had been replaying the encounter over in his mind over the next few days and had almost convinced himself that it was for the best that he did not give chase, when fate had other plans.

Deeper in the Jade Forest of Pandaria, he had come across a cave filled with agitated spirits.  After his prayers to lay the restless to sleep had failed, he had resorted to the sword.  One minute, it had been him alone with several of the enraged spirits, the next, she was there at his side.  Instead of her shield, she held the sword he had noticed strapped to her steed days before.  She was just as furious as he remembered her as she moved to cut down the spirits with him.  They worked as if they had fought together for years, like he and his old band of knights before the gates to Outland had opened.  Quick, deadly sword work, with interchanging blessings and judgements…it was effortless and natural.

When the spirits laid quiet again, she nodded to him and made to leave the cave, but he grabbed her hand.

“Milady, if you will leave me again, which I am sure you will, leave me with your name and allow me bless you with a prayer from my order before you go.”

She hesitated and blushed at his words, then stood straighter and saluted him.  “Synata Weston, sir.”

“Dalmar Highblade, Milady.  It’s a pleasure.”  He had prayed for a Blessing of the Kings for her and she returned the favor with a Blessing for Might for him  before she left him on his own once again.

Synata Weston, a name he would carry with him as he traveled.  At least he could hold a name.  He could be content with a name and occasional thoughts of her and their two battles.  But fate would not relent.

Days later, he heard a horse upon the path behind him as he approached the Tian Monastery.  The rider slowed to a walk and moved up beside him.

“In all my travels, never have I happened across the path of those that randomly assist strangers.  Or that I have randomly assisted,” she laughed as she glanced up at him.  “And here you are.  Not twice, but now three times, Dalmar.”

“Perhaps this is not random, milady Synata,” he replied kindly.  “Perhaps it is the Light.”

“Then Light help you, for I am not an ideal companion,” she laughed.  “You’ve been summoned to the Monastery to be an honorary initiate as well?”

“Aye, I have.  Would you train with me, milady?”

“I’ll do my best not to injure you, Church Boy.”

They spent many days at the Monastery together, training during the day and talking long into the night.  She excelled in their training and even helped him with his form.  He learned her distain for the Church stemmed from growing up as an orphan left in the care of the priests.  She would have become a warrior had they not insisted she follow the Light.  While she had trained and excelled as a fierce protector of others, the slaying of Uther and the betrayal of Arthas left her uncomfortable around others of their calling.

While fiercely loyal to the Alliance, she didn’t like the heavy feeling of an explosion into an all out war with the Horde in a strange land.  The commanders that issued her orders there all had the air of “Don’t throw the first punch but destroy the enemy when he punches you.”  She didn’t like feeling like she was purposely holding a torch next to a powder keg.  She confessed one night after a hard day of training that some nights, she just wanted to turn and leave it.  Abandon her duties so she wouldn’t always feel she was being ordered to do the wrong things, but she feared she would become a traitor.

When their training was done, it was an unspoken agreement between them.  They would travel together and neither would have to be alone in this strange land.  The more they saw in their travels, the more she slowly began to love more of the land.  She loved the huts on the mountains and he loved her smile.

“You’re very good to me, Dalmar,” Synata said sweetly, bringing him back to their walk in Stormwind.

“I have no reason not to be.  We’ll meet up at the farm then.  I just have to stop by the blacksmith and I’ll pick up a bottle of wine and perhaps some of that cheese you like before I catch a kite there from the forest.  Shouldn’t be more than a few hours.  Sound agreeable to you?”

She nodded and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.  “I will see you then.”  She let go of his arm and he watched her fondly as she headed towards the Dwarven District to take the path up to the lake where a portal was waiting to take her back to Pandaria.  As she disappeared from view, he made a note to pick up some flowers for her as well.  She would never suspect it, which made him smile even more.

Did you know: Pandaren Facts

I’m pretty sure all of us in Phoenix from the Ashes have a Pandaren somewhere in our character list.  Just about the majority of those Pandarens are monk and out of those, there is only one Pandaren I see on a regular basis: Qaletaqaa.

I’ve played with Qale for a number of years now.  We met back in Vanilla when I kind of started a war on our server (That’s a story and video for another day) and he sent an in game mail to support the RP and war.  Over the years, we played Horde together, became a bit like email pen pals out of game, and became pretty good friends.

During Mists of Pandaria when I came back to Cenarion Circle, he ended up bringing his toons over from the Horde and joining us crazy cats in Phoenix from the Ashes.  He’s our resident Panda, full time Windwalker and punter of Gnomes, and sometimes, he gives Bear a run for her money in the grumpy department when he gets going on the topic of “Blizzard?!  What are you doing to Monks?!”

While I have a level 90 Pandaren Monk that I leveled up last expansion and the rest of our raid group has them as well AND we’ve been raiding with Qale for the majority of Mists of Pandaria and so far in Warlords of Draenor, some how, none of us knew about this:

Om nom nom nom

The Pandaren language?  It’s all “Om nom nom.”

I’m always going to look at Qale and think of this during raids now.

Bit by the Bug

I’ve still been pretty hesitant to jump back in to PVP since the last few times I’ve tried, it hasn’t loaded properly and the lag has killed me.  (And probably my computer as well.)

But I’ve wanted to.  Really wanted to.  Even popping in to Vladire’s garrison the other day while we were testing the transmog guys (mine apparently just hates me) I noticed he had the Gladiator’s Sanctum.  I’ve been considering ripping out my trading post and putting one in, especially for a shot at the title: Lady of War.

My arena buddies even keep prompting me to do it more, and aside from the “Oh god, is it going to work?  Will I be able to move?!” I just haven’t found the time.

This morning though, I got a huge rush to jump back in.  Hell, maybe even give it a go as a Balance Druid which I have been struggling more and more to enjoy.

Figured I’d give another go at the Music Roll: Angelic this morning.  Last night became a blood bath at the arena, which was fun, but didn’t really work out for me.  Thought I would pop by before work really kicked up this morning and it became a showdown between a Horde Shadow Priest and myself.

That belf was geared to the teeth.  Full Warlord’s Season 1 gear and pieces filled in by Heroic and Mythic gear.  (I’m sitting in Normal and some Heroic Pieces.)  I thought for sure she’d make quick work of me but we ended up having a really good fight and I flew away with about 30k health left and the music roll.

That awesome rush along with a cup of coffee this morning and I’m buzzing with the thought of jumping back into PVP more.  Maybe not just as a healer, but as a boomkin.  Maybe I’ll jump in a bit this afternoon.

Happy hunting everyone!