Note: This is a Spark Post off Thespius' over at World of Matticus for today.
I try and do my best when I do show up as a tank in LFG. I'm polite, keep an eye on my healer, and even double check if the pace I'm comfortable moving at is what the healer wants.
I've had enough -bad- groups as a dps on my hunter to not want to be a wench (pick another word) in groups where I'm the tank. Of course, I'm not confident as a PuG tank because I've had too many bad groups. I've gotten through groups and been told I was the worst tank they'd ever had, just because I'm too cautious or for some, too reckless. And those are in groups where nobody died... heck we may have gotten close to killing me a few times, but I didn't notice it. My focus is on keeping the mobs ON me. My pace does not change.
When I'm on the paladin, I step forward, lift the shield, and leave my life in the hands of the healer. If I drop first, I did my job. And I try my hardest to avoid too much too quickly, because I have a pretty good idea of what my personal limits are.
Some would say the only way I'm going to get over my hesitancy or recklessness is to run more PuGs. They might be right, but I can also understand why tank is the one thing so many groups wait for, burn out on a tank or healer and that's one fewer in the lists for everyone.
I've barely played my paladin in the last month. I've barely played because, to be honest, I don't feel like I'm good enough. I've got the gear to handle tanking thanks to my wonderful guild mates, but not the experience, at least not as much as say, Niqora or Kazi or even Myst. I'm not a primary tank. I occasionally want to tank, but I feel like I'm slowing everyone down as I fumble and slip, letting a mob past me, which bee-lines directly at the mage.
I guess I'm not confident anymore. I trust guild healers or guild-allied because they do know I'm not primarily a tank, I just have her in reserve. I used to enjoy tanking for the guild, because we needed her as a tank. Now, like I said, I feel like I'm sucking royally, and I don't want to screw up and get yelled at by a PuG, just because I made the wrong split second decision. My guild says I can tank... but I guess, I don't feel like I can.
Can tank.... I guess?
Showing posts with label Casavel. Show all posts
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10/14/09
Casavel & The Culling
The hand that brought the blade through its cleaning stroke was strange, pale gold kissed flesh with short stubby fingers, unlike her normal ones. She frowned briefly, then her head jerked up as the next wave of undead converged onto her small band of adventurers. The illusion that wrapped around her was forgotten as she once again faced a thing she knew how to kill.
Her lips peeled back in disgust and she looked to the right, dropped her shoulder and pulled her shield arm in close, half ducking behind the wall as ghoul claws clanged off the titansteel shield. She shoved back, a low sound slipping from between her teeth as she struggled to open enough space between the press of undead and the shield to bring her sword back to bear.
Another ghoul slammed against the shield, a full body contact that caused the vile corpse to begin smoking as the holy blessing in the metal reacted and flared gold. She snarled this time, her voice lost to the squeals and thrumming power of undead locked in combat with her group. Her lips shaped the one word she needed to gain herself space and the sound of a bell tolled, holy flame blooming from beneath her booted feet and pushing the undead away.
Her blade flicked around the shield, shearing off a clawed hand as the undead threw itself forward, probably thinking to kill her. She whirled as a chopped yell reached her ears, sword flashing a deadly arc and gutting a zombie that was in the inevitable path of the blade, she leapt back towards her companions and the throb of an old church bell once more filled the air as flame rolled from where she stood.
Lightning leapt from the shaman's hands tracing a potential path in the air as it ripped through three of the zombies. Casavel saw the brown eyes of the human before her widen and she turned, shield upthrust as the next wave of abominations and spider lords blocked them at the corner.
"Come, we must press on. Mal'Ganis will not wait."
Casavel flinched as the voice rolled over her. She had heard that voice much colder and deeper when she stood at the Wrath Gate. Only her loyalty to the Dragonflights kept her from running her blade through Arthas and doing the Infinite Flight's work for them. Arthas had to survive for the good of Azeroth. Chromie had stressed that before she wove her illusion over the group. Arthas could not die in Stratholme. And with the Infinite Flight again interfering in the time stream, Cas had agreed along with a group of other adventurers to keep history on course and cull the city along side Arthas.
For, without this culling, she would not exist. Chromie had been very blunt. Her race would not exist. She would not have been born. To keep the stream stable, she had to do this. She had also said something strange, that her own life wouldn't be the only one affected in a negative way, but that her decision would affect the entire Bronze Flight.
The jarring of her sword arm returned her thoughts once more to the fight at hand. She realized suddenly that she had been going through the motions, letting muscle memory do much of the work for her as Chromie's words had rolled through her head... her group thankfully had picked up any slowness on her part and the last shambling corpse had impaled himself onto her blade... apparently in an attempt to get at her, as she realized her blood was tracing a path over her breastplate.
"Look, up ahead. One of the dragons." She heard the murmur from one of the death knights in her party, and lifted her head. He was right. A bronze drake and an infinite were entangled in combat, the bronze drake being used to fuel the alternate portal. This she would not allow. She stepped forward, ignoring Arthas who could not see what she saw, and would not even realize she and her small group had slipped away from his side to help the bronze dragonflight.
Her lips shaped a word, and an ethereal copy of her shield, formed of holy power arrowed towards the head of the infinite drake. It snarled and roared, partially blinded and definitely angered by her interference. She braced herself for an impact and sucked in a breath as the drake slammed into the holy shield that had been woven into her armor. It blunted the impact of foul body and breath. Fire rolled from beneath her feet, and she heard the distant roar of her companions as they launched themselves at the drake.
When the carcass of the Infinite Drake lay cooling at her feet, she turned as a humming groan pricked along her shields. The bronze drake lay crumpled, wing snapped oddly and smoke rising from its gilded flesh. She stepped forward, knowing a gout of blackening dragon blood could burn through her armor and flesh instantly; yet she was honor bound to assist the drake in any way she could. Even if it was only a swift and merciful death.
The drake rasped in a breath, and lifted its head, and her eyes flared for a brief second, and the drake inclined its head.
< Young One, you honor me. May I assist you? >
"No, Wise One. My only wish is to help you." Casavel said softly, gauntletted hand resting lightly on her blade.
< A noble wish, Young Daystar. Our meeting was foretold. I have been waiting for a rider. You are she. Greetings to you, I am Aois. >
Cas stepped back as the wings suddenly became whole and the drake stood before her, one wing extended for ease of mounting. She inclined her head, palms pressed together. "It would be my honor, Aois."
< We will speak later, Young Daystar of the Blood Elves. Finish what Lord Nozdormu expects you to. I will be waiting. >
The drake shimmered from view, and Casavel turned back to her companions and nodded towards the trailing tail of Arthas' army. They hurriedly moved through the men and women, returning to Arthas' side at the head of the battle as the demon stepped into view.
Casavel leapt for the demon, even knowing exactly how this would end and her companions sprang with her. Some good had already come of her time in this wretched place, even if more evil would follow Arthas, and she would be returned to her own time and freed of the human illusion that hung over her entire group. That thought would carry her through this battle, and a gilded drake would carry her into the ones that came after.
Her lips peeled back in disgust and she looked to the right, dropped her shoulder and pulled her shield arm in close, half ducking behind the wall as ghoul claws clanged off the titansteel shield. She shoved back, a low sound slipping from between her teeth as she struggled to open enough space between the press of undead and the shield to bring her sword back to bear.
Another ghoul slammed against the shield, a full body contact that caused the vile corpse to begin smoking as the holy blessing in the metal reacted and flared gold. She snarled this time, her voice lost to the squeals and thrumming power of undead locked in combat with her group. Her lips shaped the one word she needed to gain herself space and the sound of a bell tolled, holy flame blooming from beneath her booted feet and pushing the undead away.
Her blade flicked around the shield, shearing off a clawed hand as the undead threw itself forward, probably thinking to kill her. She whirled as a chopped yell reached her ears, sword flashing a deadly arc and gutting a zombie that was in the inevitable path of the blade, she leapt back towards her companions and the throb of an old church bell once more filled the air as flame rolled from where she stood.
Lightning leapt from the shaman's hands tracing a potential path in the air as it ripped through three of the zombies. Casavel saw the brown eyes of the human before her widen and she turned, shield upthrust as the next wave of abominations and spider lords blocked them at the corner.
"Come, we must press on. Mal'Ganis will not wait."
Casavel flinched as the voice rolled over her. She had heard that voice much colder and deeper when she stood at the Wrath Gate. Only her loyalty to the Dragonflights kept her from running her blade through Arthas and doing the Infinite Flight's work for them. Arthas had to survive for the good of Azeroth. Chromie had stressed that before she wove her illusion over the group. Arthas could not die in Stratholme. And with the Infinite Flight again interfering in the time stream, Cas had agreed along with a group of other adventurers to keep history on course and cull the city along side Arthas.
For, without this culling, she would not exist. Chromie had been very blunt. Her race would not exist. She would not have been born. To keep the stream stable, she had to do this. She had also said something strange, that her own life wouldn't be the only one affected in a negative way, but that her decision would affect the entire Bronze Flight.
The jarring of her sword arm returned her thoughts once more to the fight at hand. She realized suddenly that she had been going through the motions, letting muscle memory do much of the work for her as Chromie's words had rolled through her head... her group thankfully had picked up any slowness on her part and the last shambling corpse had impaled himself onto her blade... apparently in an attempt to get at her, as she realized her blood was tracing a path over her breastplate.
"Look, up ahead. One of the dragons." She heard the murmur from one of the death knights in her party, and lifted her head. He was right. A bronze drake and an infinite were entangled in combat, the bronze drake being used to fuel the alternate portal. This she would not allow. She stepped forward, ignoring Arthas who could not see what she saw, and would not even realize she and her small group had slipped away from his side to help the bronze dragonflight.
Her lips shaped a word, and an ethereal copy of her shield, formed of holy power arrowed towards the head of the infinite drake. It snarled and roared, partially blinded and definitely angered by her interference. She braced herself for an impact and sucked in a breath as the drake slammed into the holy shield that had been woven into her armor. It blunted the impact of foul body and breath. Fire rolled from beneath her feet, and she heard the distant roar of her companions as they launched themselves at the drake.
When the carcass of the Infinite Drake lay cooling at her feet, she turned as a humming groan pricked along her shields. The bronze drake lay crumpled, wing snapped oddly and smoke rising from its gilded flesh. She stepped forward, knowing a gout of blackening dragon blood could burn through her armor and flesh instantly; yet she was honor bound to assist the drake in any way she could. Even if it was only a swift and merciful death.
The drake rasped in a breath, and lifted its head, and her eyes flared for a brief second, and the drake inclined its head.
< Young One, you honor me. May I assist you? >
"No, Wise One. My only wish is to help you." Casavel said softly, gauntletted hand resting lightly on her blade.
< A noble wish, Young Daystar. Our meeting was foretold. I have been waiting for a rider. You are she. Greetings to you, I am Aois. >
Cas stepped back as the wings suddenly became whole and the drake stood before her, one wing extended for ease of mounting. She inclined her head, palms pressed together. "It would be my honor, Aois."
< We will speak later, Young Daystar of the Blood Elves. Finish what Lord Nozdormu expects you to. I will be waiting. >
The drake shimmered from view, and Casavel turned back to her companions and nodded towards the trailing tail of Arthas' army. They hurriedly moved through the men and women, returning to Arthas' side at the head of the battle as the demon stepped into view.
Casavel leapt for the demon, even knowing exactly how this would end and her companions sprang with her. Some good had already come of her time in this wretched place, even if more evil would follow Arthas, and she would be returned to her own time and freed of the human illusion that hung over her entire group. That thought would carry her through this battle, and a gilded drake would carry her into the ones that came after.
9/28/09
For the Love of Character
Obligatory notice: This is a spark post off an article and comments at Aspect of the Hare. Thanks as always Pike!
I know the back stories of both my major characters (hunter and paladin) and am still learning aspects here and there. I also have some idea of lower level characters stories. I mean, my DK is a self-absorbed blonde dimwit that got tricked into or willingly gave allegiance to the Lich King in return for power at the cost of her honor. Not dead, but she's certainly not welcome in Silvermoon and tends to instead spend time with the Undead and Sylvanas in Undercity.
I'm on an RP server just because I wanted to say hi to Faeldray (Niqora) from Petoholics Anon at one point. I ended up getting sucked into her guild and staying. I'm not one to RP much either. Yet I find it interesting watching those that do, and have learned more about WoW Lore from RPers than I ever have from places like WoW Wiki and the like.
Faction Change? Never. I couldn't move Casavel or Tzia over to the alliance. Even though I know exactly how Cas would look as a human thanks to CoS, and I have an idea of what Tzia would look like as a Night Elf, I couldn't leave great guild mates behind. And so much of their stories are bound into being Horde. Tzia's battle cry is Lok'tar Ogar! Nothing else ever suits. Casavel draws steel to defend her home, her kin, and her clan. She only swears obedience to two sources: Lady Liadrin, and the Chieftain of the Bloodriver Clan. Anyone else can cheerfully go rot in a back alley of Silvermoon City as far as she is concerned.
When it comes to a racial change? There is no way I could alter Tzia from being a Troll. Her back story dictates Troll, her favorite pet (and mine) is a lavender tiger, chosen long before I knew about the book "The Greatest Race of Hunters" but it still makes me smile. I/she - because there are times when it is hard for me to tell the difference- have made choices that dictate who she is, and how far she will go for something. Tzia's full name is Huntress Tzia Bloodspeaker, Elder of the Bloodriver Clan. However, lately the last part could be changed to Head of the Council Fires, since she is taking over for Mysthowl for a bit.
Casavel carries the Blood Knight Tabard. She is a Blood Knight sworn to Lady Liadrin. Her personality started out being anti-paladin as far as I could get her... long black hair, earrings, and disregard for any form of authority. She also cold bloodedly hunts trolls for sport in her off-time, that being a bitter hold over from when the Amani hunted her people. Over time she has mellowed, she has gone from recognizing no authority to rarely giving allegiance, but committing completely when she does so. Her hair has changed from black to red, but still long, loose, and the earrings still glint from beneath the hair. She is Lady Templar Casavel Daystar, Master Knight of the Bloodriver Clan.
I know the back stories of both my major characters (hunter and paladin) and am still learning aspects here and there. I also have some idea of lower level characters stories. I mean, my DK is a self-absorbed blonde dimwit that got tricked into or willingly gave allegiance to the Lich King in return for power at the cost of her honor. Not dead, but she's certainly not welcome in Silvermoon and tends to instead spend time with the Undead and Sylvanas in Undercity.
I'm on an RP server just because I wanted to say hi to Faeldray (Niqora) from Petoholics Anon at one point. I ended up getting sucked into her guild and staying. I'm not one to RP much either. Yet I find it interesting watching those that do, and have learned more about WoW Lore from RPers than I ever have from places like WoW Wiki and the like.
Faction Change? Never. I couldn't move Casavel or Tzia over to the alliance. Even though I know exactly how Cas would look as a human thanks to CoS, and I have an idea of what Tzia would look like as a Night Elf, I couldn't leave great guild mates behind. And so much of their stories are bound into being Horde. Tzia's battle cry is Lok'tar Ogar! Nothing else ever suits. Casavel draws steel to defend her home, her kin, and her clan. She only swears obedience to two sources: Lady Liadrin, and the Chieftain of the Bloodriver Clan. Anyone else can cheerfully go rot in a back alley of Silvermoon City as far as she is concerned.
When it comes to a racial change? There is no way I could alter Tzia from being a Troll. Her back story dictates Troll, her favorite pet (and mine) is a lavender tiger, chosen long before I knew about the book "The Greatest Race of Hunters" but it still makes me smile. I/she - because there are times when it is hard for me to tell the difference- have made choices that dictate who she is, and how far she will go for something. Tzia's full name is Huntress Tzia Bloodspeaker, Elder of the Bloodriver Clan. However, lately the last part could be changed to Head of the Council Fires, since she is taking over for Mysthowl for a bit.
Casavel carries the Blood Knight Tabard. She is a Blood Knight sworn to Lady Liadrin. Her personality started out being anti-paladin as far as I could get her... long black hair, earrings, and disregard for any form of authority. She also cold bloodedly hunts trolls for sport in her off-time, that being a bitter hold over from when the Amani hunted her people. Over time she has mellowed, she has gone from recognizing no authority to rarely giving allegiance, but committing completely when she does so. Her hair has changed from black to red, but still long, loose, and the earrings still glint from beneath the hair. She is Lady Templar Casavel Daystar, Master Knight of the Bloodriver Clan.
9/27/09
And They Did it all in One Night
Naxx cleared. We started about 4 pm server and I still got to bed before 2 AM my time. Nicely done Bloodriver! I managed to off tank most of the bosses, only had one issue when I tried to take Dead Side during Gothik. We wiped... sorry. But, I also noticed that my biggest issue was in heals versus mana gained.
I wasn't taking enough damage for a healer to consider healing me as the off tank, so I didn't have mana to do anything more than hack at something with my turkey carver, as Vel calls it. Seriously, I was sitting on less than 100 mana much of the time, which grays out all of my tanking abilities. Nechi was a sweetie by innervating me instead of the healers... who apparently didn't need it. But with Innervate rolling my way, I had enough mana to pick up patrols that almost killed us... still can't believe we did die to that one trash pull... overconfident much? Or just blind to the pat?
And the greatest achievement I can think of?
Yes... Casavel survived the freaking dance!! Along with the rest of the raid. How we did that... I do not know but yay! Now I just need to get Tzia through it once. We also picked up a number of other achievements, including Momma Said Knock You Out and Arachnophobia. We might have had the Thadius one, but I know I took damage at one point due to polarity. They tried to talk me into switching out of Frost Resist Aura on Sarth, but I knew better, we were taking too much damage not to have it up. I mean, we swapped out a rogue for a healer that fight.
9/8/09
Ragmuffins vs H ToC
Spark post off of one over at Kestrel's Aerie.
Let me just start out by saying that Bloodriver is made up of crazy people. We will dang well try anything at least once or twice. A few days ago the crazy bug bit when a group of us were solidly running regular Trial of the Champion. I was tanking on Casavel, and our new level 80 druid duo was Dps and Heals for this, along with my husband on his shaman also recently 80, and our lovely other hunter, Niqora was running along for potential upgrades.
We ran ToC for much of the day, then our guild leader's wife, on her Dps rawr kitty said, "Hey, why don't we try Heroic of this?" Her husband flat out said "I don't think I can heal that, babe." Yet the tree / bear druid had been rocking along in regular, and they had both gotten various upgrades from running or had crafted upgrades when I threw leather at them from Tzia. We decided to run a Heroic Halls of Stone first. We figured, if we can handle that, and Towa (aka Mysthowl) can handle that? We can handle H ToC, or at least go down trying.
We breeze through Halls of Stone - even with the shaman in a mix of greens/blues/ and the Naxx 10 shoulder token piece. Then we fly back to ToC, make certain we are repaired and walk in.
The gods loathed us. We got the shaman, hunter, rogue to start off, we all cringed but stepped forward to potentially take a beating. We dropped all three, then ran the hell out of the instance. Came back with them on the far side of the room, buffed up, swapped out weapons (because unlike earlier we were pretty darn sure Towa couldn't heal through the Black Knight using his lance), and then destroyed healer, hunter, rogue.
And then for the first time of the day and the only time I encountered her - I kid you not - we get Pale Girl. I just stand there for a second, and over vent go "Okay, explain her really quickly, cause I've not seen her before - ever guys." Fight is explained, along with her quirks, and the Dps Kitty goes "Dang it, I think she only drops what I want on Regular." We also found out that the set of nine adds are much harder than on Regular (no duh hun?). Didn't realize that the priestess' mind controled, almost wiped my group as the tank when I got MC'd. We figure out what's happening and burn the heck out of the priestess', then the lightwarders, then the monks. Rinse repeat x2.
Pale drove us batty. She wiped us once because we couldn't burn down the Shade she summoned quickly enough the first go round. We rez, run out, repair, and come back in. We then proceed to go after her under the paladin Shadow Aura - 130 shadow resist ftw! She drops and gives Cas a new helm that I need to get socketed still. Then its time for the Black Knight.
He proved to be a cake walk after Pale. We knew that his third phase was always the hardest for us, just because we ALL take damage, and Towa the Tree always ends up as firewood right before the Knight dies. ALWAYS. So, we worked through phases 1 and 2, then he popped up for phase 3. We went to town, blowing everything we had. And I do mean everything - I chucked out any nasty to Undead ability I had (except turn undead - that might have killed us)and he dropped like a stone. I don't remember what he dropped, but we giggled for a bit, shakey from the adrenaline rush.
If a group of ragmuffins from Bloodriver with a part time tank tanking, and a part time off spec is Heals Tree can pull it off? I think the people saying OS 25 gear is a must are completely blipping batty and need to realize skill can overcome some gear barriers, or they are sure as **** making things harder than they actually are.
Basically? As long as one of the DPS is full epics from VoA/Naxx 10 and has the DPS numbers + a Def capped tank with 24k+ starting health minimum ... and a healer in crafted blues / epics + Normal ToC drops? Its been done. We did it, and the most the guild is doing at the moment is Naxx 10.
Now if you'll excuse me, the MC variety of the Crazy Bug has bitten... I'm off to see how many people I'm going to need in MC to actually GET to my leaf so I can go do that cool hunter level 60 EPIC to Hades and back quest.
Let me just start out by saying that Bloodriver is made up of crazy people. We will dang well try anything at least once or twice. A few days ago the crazy bug bit when a group of us were solidly running regular Trial of the Champion. I was tanking on Casavel, and our new level 80 druid duo was Dps and Heals for this, along with my husband on his shaman also recently 80, and our lovely other hunter, Niqora was running along for potential upgrades.
We ran ToC for much of the day, then our guild leader's wife, on her Dps rawr kitty said, "Hey, why don't we try Heroic of this?" Her husband flat out said "I don't think I can heal that, babe." Yet the tree / bear druid had been rocking along in regular, and they had both gotten various upgrades from running or had crafted upgrades when I threw leather at them from Tzia. We decided to run a Heroic Halls of Stone first. We figured, if we can handle that, and Towa (aka Mysthowl) can handle that? We can handle H ToC, or at least go down trying.
We breeze through Halls of Stone - even with the shaman in a mix of greens/blues/ and the Naxx 10 shoulder token piece. Then we fly back to ToC, make certain we are repaired and walk in.
The gods loathed us. We got the shaman, hunter, rogue to start off, we all cringed but stepped forward to potentially take a beating. We dropped all three, then ran the hell out of the instance. Came back with them on the far side of the room, buffed up, swapped out weapons (because unlike earlier we were pretty darn sure Towa couldn't heal through the Black Knight using his lance), and then destroyed healer, hunter, rogue.
And then for the first time of the day and the only time I encountered her - I kid you not - we get Pale Girl. I just stand there for a second, and over vent go "Okay, explain her really quickly, cause I've not seen her before - ever guys." Fight is explained, along with her quirks, and the Dps Kitty goes "Dang it, I think she only drops what I want on Regular." We also found out that the set of nine adds are much harder than on Regular (no duh hun?). Didn't realize that the priestess' mind controled, almost wiped my group as the tank when I got MC'd. We figure out what's happening and burn the heck out of the priestess', then the lightwarders, then the monks. Rinse repeat x2.
Pale drove us batty. She wiped us once because we couldn't burn down the Shade she summoned quickly enough the first go round. We rez, run out, repair, and come back in. We then proceed to go after her under the paladin Shadow Aura - 130 shadow resist ftw! She drops and gives Cas a new helm that I need to get socketed still. Then its time for the Black Knight.
He proved to be a cake walk after Pale. We knew that his third phase was always the hardest for us, just because we ALL take damage, and Towa the Tree always ends up as firewood right before the Knight dies. ALWAYS. So, we worked through phases 1 and 2, then he popped up for phase 3. We went to town, blowing everything we had. And I do mean everything - I chucked out any nasty to Undead ability I had (except turn undead - that might have killed us)and he dropped like a stone. I don't remember what he dropped, but we giggled for a bit, shakey from the adrenaline rush.
If a group of ragmuffins from Bloodriver with a part time tank tanking, and a part time off spec is Heals Tree can pull it off? I think the people saying OS 25 gear is a must are completely blipping batty and need to realize skill can overcome some gear barriers, or they are sure as **** making things harder than they actually are.
Basically? As long as one of the DPS is full epics from VoA/Naxx 10 and has the DPS numbers + a Def capped tank with 24k+ starting health minimum ... and a healer in crafted blues / epics + Normal ToC drops? Its been done. We did it, and the most the guild is doing at the moment is Naxx 10.
Now if you'll excuse me, the MC variety of the Crazy Bug has bitten... I'm off to see how many people I'm going to need in MC to actually GET to my leaf so I can go do that cool hunter level 60 EPIC to Hades and back quest.
9/2/09
Casavel : Story
Note: This story was written sometime last year for a writing course, which is why the WoW elements are very toned down. Just consider this the first installment... there is a second story brewing on the horizon.
Casavel
“I believe in my Prince. He is just! If we do not act now, our homes and families will be destroyed! So ride this day. Ride for our prince, our families. All depend on us.” The voice rang out over the surrounding knights, as horses shifted and whickered, those that sat in the saddles easily moving with their mounts. The waiting tension was getting into the men and into the horses. A hand gently moved down the arch of a silken neck, soothing a restless animal so that it would stand quiet, waiting, like its rider for the word that would set the mass loose upon the swarming army below them.
Casavel shifted in the saddle, peering out through the visor, watching the scuffling skitter of some of the individuals on the hillside across from them. Her lip twisted back, in a grimace of loathing. It had been breathed during the night, while she stood with the icy wind, keeping watch, that the men they faced today were not men, that the leader was more than man. It had been whispered for weeks. She snarled silently.
“I believe in my Prince. Gods protect you with my own blade.” She breathed, repeating part of her oath to her liege, what had set her feet on the path to this dawn. She had been honored that the Prince had even noticed her, but he had, and she was now on a horse, a Blood Knight for her people.
Shaking her head slightly to clear the memory from her mind, her eyes swung back to the red and gold standard that dipped towards the ground once, twice, thrice, then snapped upright again. Horses moved forward at a walk, in an easy line. Horses picking up pace, hooves drumming the ground and down the sides of the hill like an arrow loosed from a bow. The other army swarmed forward to meet them, swords oddly glint less in the morning sun, while armor winked and flashed from the charging knights.
Fingers curling, waiting for the down stride, so that the horses own motion helped to lift free the long blade, she drew breath with it, and was engulfed by the cloying mass. Sound sharp in her ears, a strange buzzing scream as a horse went down, and the clash of shield on shield. Men yelled and others screamed. Her own mount gathered, muscles bunched, and sailed clean over the downed knight, into the up thrust, thirsty, red marred spears.
Casavel hacked down, using the weight and momentum of the horse to add power to the swing, so that instead of just bouncing off the armor, it cleaved through it, splitting thin metal and opening up the throat beneath the guard to the seeking gleam of silver. Blood sprayed and misted, coating the blade and her gauntleted hand, as motion flowed out, her mount rearing, lashing forward with a hoof and backing three steps on its haunches, before crashing down on shield and spear, turning to the side. The sound of her screaming was lost in the clamor of men, horses, armor.
The stagger alerted her, and she threw herself free, as the horse crumpled, legs no longer supports, caving under its own weight. Her fall tucked the blade against her shoulder, rolling to the side, her helm coming free as she gained her feet, without shield, but still in possession of the long sword. She planted her feet, as her dark hair spilled free, showing the hordes in front of her that they faced a woman. Her eyes gleamed cold, clear green as she waited for the overwhelming rush. Three moved forward, all holding blood-caked blades, eyes glittering oddly blue flamed in the dawn. She had an instant to take her guard, and they closed in, blades hacking at her, forcing movement, which she took by throwing herself forward, knowing she was cut off.
One hand held the sword as she threw a handful of dust into the eyes of one with an axe, slowing and confusing him, so that when he swung, the axe buried itself into the thin leather armor of his companion to her left, instead of her own guts. She lashed out with a foot, knocking the blinded one off balance as he tried to yank his blade free and clear his eyes at the same time. Swift flash of bloodied silver ended the attempt as she turned to face the third of the trio, a shield coming to hand as she ducked and side-stepped the heavier claymore that the man bore.
The claymore gashed a furrow in the blood soaked land, and she lifted the shield in defense as he yanked his blade free and swung at her. She caught the weight on her shield arm, and slid left, deflecting much of the blow. She recognized the fighting style in that flash of the blade and stepped into it, ramming her shield arm into the down coming blade, sliding her own underneath, slicing open the leather and spilling entrails and copper blood onto the ground. Opening the sickening stench of death for her, she breathed in harshly, taking the smell with her forward steps.
She jerked back as two figures leaped towards her, teeth bared and short blades held in hand, wearing the same thin armor as their downed companions. An arrow took the one to her right, through the eye, sending a form tumbling like a starfish awash on the cresting blood red wave. The tip of her blade found the left, as his buried itself in her shield arm, just below the shoulder, slicing through chain mail and flesh, slicking the metal.
Then, between her ribs, from behind came the icy caress of a blade. She gasped, her eyes widening, and it slammed into her again, having found a chink in the mail. She gasped again as the blade withdrew and then slashed across her exposed throat, spraying blood into an arc in the air.
Her legs crumpled, the sword fell nerveless from her hand, and she heard again the words of her oath. “I believe…”
Casavel gasped as her lungs slowly flooded, breath whistling from her throat as her heart pumped out her life-blood onto crushed grass, escaping through the tears in her body, where a blade from behind had brought her down. She forced her mouth to shape the words again, “Gods protect you.”
Casavel
“I believe in my Prince. He is just! If we do not act now, our homes and families will be destroyed! So ride this day. Ride for our prince, our families. All depend on us.” The voice rang out over the surrounding knights, as horses shifted and whickered, those that sat in the saddles easily moving with their mounts. The waiting tension was getting into the men and into the horses. A hand gently moved down the arch of a silken neck, soothing a restless animal so that it would stand quiet, waiting, like its rider for the word that would set the mass loose upon the swarming army below them.
Casavel shifted in the saddle, peering out through the visor, watching the scuffling skitter of some of the individuals on the hillside across from them. Her lip twisted back, in a grimace of loathing. It had been breathed during the night, while she stood with the icy wind, keeping watch, that the men they faced today were not men, that the leader was more than man. It had been whispered for weeks. She snarled silently.
“I believe in my Prince. Gods protect you with my own blade.” She breathed, repeating part of her oath to her liege, what had set her feet on the path to this dawn. She had been honored that the Prince had even noticed her, but he had, and she was now on a horse, a Blood Knight for her people.
Shaking her head slightly to clear the memory from her mind, her eyes swung back to the red and gold standard that dipped towards the ground once, twice, thrice, then snapped upright again. Horses moved forward at a walk, in an easy line. Horses picking up pace, hooves drumming the ground and down the sides of the hill like an arrow loosed from a bow. The other army swarmed forward to meet them, swords oddly glint less in the morning sun, while armor winked and flashed from the charging knights.
Fingers curling, waiting for the down stride, so that the horses own motion helped to lift free the long blade, she drew breath with it, and was engulfed by the cloying mass. Sound sharp in her ears, a strange buzzing scream as a horse went down, and the clash of shield on shield. Men yelled and others screamed. Her own mount gathered, muscles bunched, and sailed clean over the downed knight, into the up thrust, thirsty, red marred spears.
Casavel hacked down, using the weight and momentum of the horse to add power to the swing, so that instead of just bouncing off the armor, it cleaved through it, splitting thin metal and opening up the throat beneath the guard to the seeking gleam of silver. Blood sprayed and misted, coating the blade and her gauntleted hand, as motion flowed out, her mount rearing, lashing forward with a hoof and backing three steps on its haunches, before crashing down on shield and spear, turning to the side. The sound of her screaming was lost in the clamor of men, horses, armor.
The stagger alerted her, and she threw herself free, as the horse crumpled, legs no longer supports, caving under its own weight. Her fall tucked the blade against her shoulder, rolling to the side, her helm coming free as she gained her feet, without shield, but still in possession of the long sword. She planted her feet, as her dark hair spilled free, showing the hordes in front of her that they faced a woman. Her eyes gleamed cold, clear green as she waited for the overwhelming rush. Three moved forward, all holding blood-caked blades, eyes glittering oddly blue flamed in the dawn. She had an instant to take her guard, and they closed in, blades hacking at her, forcing movement, which she took by throwing herself forward, knowing she was cut off.
One hand held the sword as she threw a handful of dust into the eyes of one with an axe, slowing and confusing him, so that when he swung, the axe buried itself into the thin leather armor of his companion to her left, instead of her own guts. She lashed out with a foot, knocking the blinded one off balance as he tried to yank his blade free and clear his eyes at the same time. Swift flash of bloodied silver ended the attempt as she turned to face the third of the trio, a shield coming to hand as she ducked and side-stepped the heavier claymore that the man bore.
The claymore gashed a furrow in the blood soaked land, and she lifted the shield in defense as he yanked his blade free and swung at her. She caught the weight on her shield arm, and slid left, deflecting much of the blow. She recognized the fighting style in that flash of the blade and stepped into it, ramming her shield arm into the down coming blade, sliding her own underneath, slicing open the leather and spilling entrails and copper blood onto the ground. Opening the sickening stench of death for her, she breathed in harshly, taking the smell with her forward steps.
She jerked back as two figures leaped towards her, teeth bared and short blades held in hand, wearing the same thin armor as their downed companions. An arrow took the one to her right, through the eye, sending a form tumbling like a starfish awash on the cresting blood red wave. The tip of her blade found the left, as his buried itself in her shield arm, just below the shoulder, slicing through chain mail and flesh, slicking the metal.
Then, between her ribs, from behind came the icy caress of a blade. She gasped, her eyes widening, and it slammed into her again, having found a chink in the mail. She gasped again as the blade withdrew and then slashed across her exposed throat, spraying blood into an arc in the air.
Her legs crumpled, the sword fell nerveless from her hand, and she heard again the words of her oath. “I believe…”
Casavel gasped as her lungs slowly flooded, breath whistling from her throat as her heart pumped out her life-blood onto crushed grass, escaping through the tears in her body, where a blade from behind had brought her down. She forced her mouth to shape the words again, “Gods protect you.”
7/27/09
First All Bloodriver Naxx 10
Well, I brought Casavel along and off tanked, with Vel as main tank. We cleared Spider Wing. Then did Plague Wing. Got to Heigan, died, died, died... oh did I mention... died? Repeatedly? Group decided to call Heigan, so we went on to deal with Patchwerk instead. Cas got a lovely new epic necklace out of a trash kill - yay upgrades, as Lin would say.
I main tanked Patchwerk... and died in about 3 seconds flat. That was an Oops. We tried again, I kept Patches focused on me, Vel ate the Hateful Strikes, we dropped him before he enraged. Guild was estatic. I was sitting there giggling, and dropped dead right after Patches did... not sure why, but I went splat.
Mage (Lin) didn't die on Frogger... Sol, our priest did. Vel deliberately killed himself... but what can you expect from a former paladin healer who would randomly DI people? Hehe.
Got to Grobbulus... and kept making mistakes. We had people that had to leave, so we called the run.
But boy did I ever have fun. I think its the most fun I've had in a run since the days of first starting out in Kara and being a healer short and ALMOST downing the Horseman on the first attempt. I've got to hand it to my guildmates, very little annoyed us... except the Safety Dance.
And, just because its stuck in my head... The Safety Dance
I main tanked Patchwerk... and died in about 3 seconds flat. That was an Oops. We tried again, I kept Patches focused on me, Vel ate the Hateful Strikes, we dropped him before he enraged. Guild was estatic. I was sitting there giggling, and dropped dead right after Patches did... not sure why, but I went splat.
Mage (Lin) didn't die on Frogger... Sol, our priest did. Vel deliberately killed himself... but what can you expect from a former paladin healer who would randomly DI people? Hehe.
Got to Grobbulus... and kept making mistakes. We had people that had to leave, so we called the run.
But boy did I ever have fun. I think its the most fun I've had in a run since the days of first starting out in Kara and being a healer short and ALMOST downing the Horseman on the first attempt. I've got to hand it to my guildmates, very little annoyed us... except the Safety Dance.
And, just because its stuck in my head... The Safety Dance
7/10/09
Ding 80 Paladin
Yep, you read correctly. Casavel is a level 80 paladin with 539 Def. She's just a point shy of being able to go directly into raiding. I'm not looking to raid with her just quiet yet, to be honest. All I want to be able to do right now is learn the heroic fights. Heroics will give me better gear... still wearing mostly Tempered Saronite.I've been looking forward to 80 on Cas ever since Ticalos stopped playing. I had said, when he started appearing less and less in game that I would try and step up Cas' leveling and become the tank for the guild. In that time we've gotten another DK 80 that is willing to tank, and Vel is a Prot/Healy(Holy) dual spec. We have the tanks, and now Cas can be added as one more. I am willing to stand as a tank for Bloodriver, when we need it, or when Carpe Jugulum or The Unsung need a tank, and Shava isn't around on her 80 Paladin.
And, I have found out under a priest and a paladin healer (haven't worked under a shaman or druid extensively enough yet) to know I can handle anything that comes my way. If my healer is good? I'm good to go. I can handle moronic DKs, idiot hunters who don't know what threat is, and just about anything else.
I like this tanking gig I do believe. Have Shield, Will Travel too, I guess :)
6/26/09
76 Glitched Pally
Well, Cas hit level 76... and I helped out with Ahune the other night, then found out while trying to drink that she won't remain sitting for more than 3-5 seconds... even if sitting is initiated by drinking, eating, or hitting x on the keyboard. Without being able to drink... I really can't play her. I want to, don't get me wrong... I want to get her to 80... but until I can sit, stay sitting, and get her to finish her tea... that won't be happening.I put in a ticket last night to Blizzard... no response... what a big surprise there, eh? And I put in the ticket around 9:30pm my time, logged off at 3:30 this morning. They had time, never saw it come down beyond "We are experiencing a high volume of tickets....". Blech.
Well, I guess, back to playing Tzia and putting the cash together for the Paladin's Regular Flying, Epic Flying, Cold Weather Flying, and Epic Flying Mount. 7k Gold... here I come. Bleh.
5/12/09
72 Paladin in Sholazar Basin - Yeah, about that . . .
Well, not much to report over on Wyrmrest Accord. Tzia is 80, has done heroics and seen Naxx 10 Man 2x and Maly 10 1x. She watched most of the Maly fight prior to the wipe from the floor... (note to self: do not follow Niqo anywhere!). Aside from that not much has been going on with the hunter.No, I've been playing Casavel pretty extensively. She's sitting at 72, 2/3 of the way through to 73... but I've been working on her mining and blacksmithing. She's been running around Sholazar Basin quiet easily, 75-77 mobs are not bothering her a bit- she's an AoE Tankadin after all!
Just means I can manage to pull down groups of anywhere between 3-9 mobs at a time... though I have died at least 3 times when pulls went wrong and I missed a button in the rotation. Yes, these are levels 75 through 77, which is orange, orange, and RED! mobs. They hit hard, but being able to heal over some of the damage really helps... and if things get really desperate I can drop a mana potion.
I haven't seen Loque in all my mining runs though, and aside from the spot by the pillar and the one closer in to Nessingwary's I do run by all the others quiet regularly. The MapNote markers are still there, so I keep my eyes peeled. I know a few hunters that would probably like the location of the cat, and if I can make a bit of cash... well, I will need the epic flying, regular flying, epic mount, and cold weather flying all at the same time. 7k gold... ouch. She's sitting at about 2.4k though, so things could be worse.
Mining is maxed out at 450. The blacksmithing is stuck at 437. Yes, because I'm in yellow territory and need a ton of saronite to do anything what-so-ever. Its just mildly annoying. But I do have any and all gear I could want personally crafted from levels 73-78.
Remember how earlier I said if things got desperate I'd drop a mana potion... who had the brillant idea of making the potion cool downs only kick in once you were out of combat?! That kinda ends up killing me on longer fights... very, very, very quickly. Now, mind you, if Tzia had to drop a potion under the old system, either the mob died in under two minutes, or she did.
Cas would be entirely possible to last through a two minute cool down, but with the potions no longer on cool down, the effectiveness of potions has been diminished by about... oh, I'd say 90%? I'll only ever NEED five of either kind on the paladin or the hunter, because either I'm going to be dead or... dead by the time I need another potion.
No, I'm not pleased by this change. Could we just make potions only usable out of combat? I mean really... what's the point of having them anymore? Health and mana potions have largely been removed from the game... take one for each of the boss fights in an instance, and you should be peachy. Raid supply only, the same way flasks are.
Sorry about the rant... I'm just disgusted by the mechanics change. Never noticed it on Tzia because she really didn't use potions, while Cas at times was defined by that now non-existant cool down.
5/3/09
Casavel, my paladin tank
"My comrades are my weapons, and I am their shield. While I draw breath, they shall not perish.
So long as they live, our enemies will fall.
I am defender, protector, guardian.
I am a Paladin." - Cathela the Seeker
This sums up so well what I feel when I pull on the plate and pick up a shield. I may only be a lowly level 70 tankadin at the moment, but she's coming along, slowly, but sure in her path.
So far I've only done a few guilded runs, the first of which was tanking for a 65, 70, 72 group. Yes, we four manned a few things like Underbog and Mana Tombs with only four people. I must say my level 65 healer rocked. I only freaked out once... and that was because I was tanking a nexus terror right next to a four pull. We somehow didn't pick up the four pull and the fear sent me in the opposite direction, Anti-Shadow buffs non-withstanding. Cleared both = happy, bit more confidant paladin tank.
Yes, those were my first attempts tanking. And the 65 priesty (welcome back Sol!!) was 66 by the time we were done, and rocked my socks off. The group was willing to risk getting severely mauled by a complete and utter rookie tank. I'd never actually tanked an instance prior to attempting those two.
Then last night? We did Nexus and Azjol-Nerub (AN). I did die twice, through no fault of our tree druid. The first time? I wasn't familiar with the patrols, and had a second patrol right into me. Single group pull turned into a massive two group pull, and I went down HARD. It basically was 60%, 40%, Dead.
Zharve (the Tree): "Wtf Cas' health? OMG MOBS!" :Dead Tree:
The second time? First time handling Keri in Nexus. Forgot about the tail swipe thingie, turned her just wrong, dead plant life, so dead paladin, and the 80 hunter kills her after everyone else is dead... go go Niqo!
AN went flawless as far as I'm concerned. Though, The paladin retadin/holyadin (Vel)and our Tree did comment at one point that it got close... I didn't notice, was too busy trying to keep all the mobs in ONE SPOT. I didn't have time to glance up at health bars, my eyes were trained on the mobs being hit by consecrate. They stayed put. ^_^
As I said to them, "If nobody died, it was a good pull." I admit as a tank, I put my trust in the healer and just dive in. I'll do my job to the best of my ability, just keep me alive. That's all I ask. Especially while learning the ropes of how to be a paladin tank.
Thank You Bloodriver. Thank you for being willing to let me practice on guild mates before attempting a PuG of any instance. Being able to survive two healers tells me I might actually be able to carry off this crazy idea of being a tankadin for our guild at 80. I'm also humbled by the fact you are even willing to let me try, when everyone knows I'm a hunter first. Thank you.
4/17/09
Spec 'Splosion
Well, I've got an annoying visual glitch on Casavel, my paladin over on WRA. Or more specifically, on her talents. Armory, and the game itself, both claim that for all intents and purposes I have a level 19 paladin, when in fact she's a 68. Armory shows I have a 0/10/8 build when I know its actually 0/51/8, with a planned 0/51/20. The game can't display anything past my first 10 points in protection. She does not have a dual spec, or even glyphs at this point. And she's the only character I've leveled since 3.1 came out... boy am I glad I don't need to put any points in the Prot Tree.From reading a few forum posts, and talking to a friend over xfire, it sounds as though the glitch may be linked to dual specs. Or the new preview thing that Blizzard introduced. Jury's still out on that one, and I could see it being either.
I'm just worried that if she hits 69 the Ret tree will gray out like Prot did and I'll be stuck unable to spend points. I really do want to play my paladin, but with issues seemingly plaguing WoW, perhaps its time to test run War? I know, Tzia wondering about Warhammer... feel free to cringe. I know I am.
3/20/09
Tagged... I'm It.
Well, Niqo over at Petoholics Annon. tagged me for a double meme. I've selected my 80 hunter main, Tzia; and my 66 paladin Casavel for both sets of questions.
What's your time /played?
Do you really wanna know? Do I even want to know? >.< Its not gonna be pretty, certainly not on my main. Tzia's /played is :
Yes, that is 73 days /played. I know, I know. I said it wasn't gonna be pretty.
Casavel's /played is :
That's not so bad. Only 25 days /played. She's been a character I haven't played very often, but did when I first started out on Quel'dorei. She was my "main" until I moved Tzia over.
The Seven Questions
I happened to catch up with Tzia and Casavel in Nagrand, both were willing to take a bit of time to answer this journalist's questions.
1. What is your name, and where did it come from?
Tzia : *stares coldly at the interviewer, apparently offended* I am Tzia Bloodspeaker, of the Frostwolf Clan. Yes, I am a troll. Anyone have a problem with that?
Casavel : *glances at Tzia and shakes her head slightly* My name is Casavel Dawnshadow. My family name is Dawnshadow, my mother and father named me Casavel, for I am the sword of the herald.
2. How old are you, and when is your birthday?
Tzia: I am 26 winters.*she looks away for a moment then gently scratches the giant feline lying next to her behind the ears*
Casavel: I am 121 summers. Next question, please?
3.Are you in love, and with whom?
Tzia: *Chuckles* There is a war going on, in case you haven't noticed.
Casavel: I must agree with my troll comrade here. We are in the middle of dealing with the Lich King. Love is a secondary concern, if one at all. *Checks her sword carefully then returns it to its sheath*
4. What's your favorite mount, and why?
Tzia: My favorite. That is a tricky question, whichever I don't name will be angry with me for at least a month. *leans forward slightly and whispers* Moka, my frostwolf, is my favorite though. She was given to me when I became a member of my Mother's Clan.
Casavel: My Charger, of course. No proper paladin would be on anything else. *sqirms slightly as a wolf howls in the distance.* Well... I do also have this lovely wolf mount... *sheepish look*
5.Do you prefer a certain type of Azerothian Meal, and where do you get it from?
Tzia: Hmm. An Azerothian Meal? No, can't think of anything special. Though, those Savory Snow Plums are absolutely amazing. Mmm. My companion, Ruka, loves seared Rhino Steaks though.
Casavel: Azerothian food. Hmm. Oh, I know, the bread that my mother used to make and send with me. Nothing was quite as good as her honey bread. Mmm.
6. You know those giant mushrooms in Zangarmarsh? What is your theory on how they came to be, and why they are so huge?
Tzia: Prey has to have something to hide behind. There its mushrooms, here its trees. *Tzia shrugs a shoulder*
Casavel:The Naga. Has to be the Naga. Have you seen what Naga look like?! Slimey, creepy, hissy things.
7. If you saw the Lich King walking towards you, what would you do?
Tzia: *A growl comes from the feline companion next to the hunter. Tzia smiles coldly, her hand falling to and patting the bow that rests against her seat * Well, Miss. The Lich King would meet Ruka, and then meet the business end of a hail of arrows. I also have a pole-arm that can cleave a head from shoulders nicely.
Casavel: *A cold light slips into the paladin's eyes* I'd do my best to kill him. I have a sword and a shield, and the blessing of the Naru. What more do I need?
What's your time /played?
Do you really wanna know? Do I even want to know? >.< Its not gonna be pretty, certainly not on my main. Tzia's /played is :
Yes, that is 73 days /played. I know, I know. I said it wasn't gonna be pretty.
Casavel's /played is :
That's not so bad. Only 25 days /played. She's been a character I haven't played very often, but did when I first started out on Quel'dorei. She was my "main" until I moved Tzia over.
The Seven Questions
I happened to catch up with Tzia and Casavel in Nagrand, both were willing to take a bit of time to answer this journalist's questions.
1. What is your name, and where did it come from?
Tzia : *stares coldly at the interviewer, apparently offended* I am Tzia Bloodspeaker, of the Frostwolf Clan. Yes, I am a troll. Anyone have a problem with that?
Casavel : *glances at Tzia and shakes her head slightly* My name is Casavel Dawnshadow. My family name is Dawnshadow, my mother and father named me Casavel, for I am the sword of the herald.
2. How old are you, and when is your birthday?
Tzia: I am 26 winters.*she looks away for a moment then gently scratches the giant feline lying next to her behind the ears*
Casavel: I am 121 summers. Next question, please?
3.Are you in love, and with whom?
Tzia: *Chuckles* There is a war going on, in case you haven't noticed.
Casavel: I must agree with my troll comrade here. We are in the middle of dealing with the Lich King. Love is a secondary concern, if one at all. *Checks her sword carefully then returns it to its sheath*
4. What's your favorite mount, and why?
Tzia: My favorite. That is a tricky question, whichever I don't name will be angry with me for at least a month. *leans forward slightly and whispers* Moka, my frostwolf, is my favorite though. She was given to me when I became a member of my Mother's Clan.
Casavel: My Charger, of course. No proper paladin would be on anything else. *sqirms slightly as a wolf howls in the distance.* Well... I do also have this lovely wolf mount... *sheepish look*
5.Do you prefer a certain type of Azerothian Meal, and where do you get it from?
Tzia: Hmm. An Azerothian Meal? No, can't think of anything special. Though, those Savory Snow Plums are absolutely amazing. Mmm. My companion, Ruka, loves seared Rhino Steaks though.
Casavel: Azerothian food. Hmm. Oh, I know, the bread that my mother used to make and send with me. Nothing was quite as good as her honey bread. Mmm.
6. You know those giant mushrooms in Zangarmarsh? What is your theory on how they came to be, and why they are so huge?
Tzia: Prey has to have something to hide behind. There its mushrooms, here its trees. *Tzia shrugs a shoulder*
Casavel:The Naga. Has to be the Naga. Have you seen what Naga look like?! Slimey, creepy, hissy things.
7. If you saw the Lich King walking towards you, what would you do?
Tzia: *A growl comes from the feline companion next to the hunter. Tzia smiles coldly, her hand falling to and patting the bow that rests against her seat * Well, Miss. The Lich King would meet Ruka, and then meet the business end of a hail of arrows. I also have a pole-arm that can cleave a head from shoulders nicely.
Casavel: *A cold light slips into the paladin's eyes* I'd do my best to kill him. I have a sword and a shield, and the blessing of the Naru. What more do I need?
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