A peons Journey: Dreaming in green

Day 6: Lost to a dream

I will be frank when i say i was far from happy to be venturing into the slumbering feral depths of the Wailing caverns, even less so in finding out that to perform this task i would be forced to group up with random strangers whose intentions seemed only to pillage this place of reflective slumber and feral druidism.
Regardless with the warped heads of the druid order put to rest and the beast within defeated i made my way back to Orgrimmar proud in the knowledge that i had fulfilled my duty to the best of my ability.
As i entered the city i was approached by a guard with a loosely bound letter from the local riding instructor who was apparently having some difficulty with one of his adolescent pups.
Seeing such a magnificent beast for the first time was nothing short of love at first sight but i became instantly aware of the poor creatures turmoil.
The emerald glow in his eyes signified Fel magic contamination somewhat similar to that of the eyes Blood Elfs and our own green skin, i had no choice i had to have him as my mount from that moment on.
Paying the riding instructor and stable master a nominal fee i took possession of the Dire Wolf who i have taken to calling Ash due to the remarkable colouration of his fur, for his first taste of freedom.

He is as swift as the wind and seems to have taken quite a liking to my core hound pup...

...i pray to the spirits of our ancestors that it is simply the pups playful nature and not anything else as cross breeding would be more than a little difficult to deal with especially when you consider both animals are male.

oh not again! ASH NO! BAD WOLF!!!

*yelp of pain*

see..i told you...i'll go get the burn salve...silly pup

...and thats when I found out all female trolls are double jointed and have almost no real gag reflex, rather fascinating really.

Day 5: A shaman in wolfs clothing

Leaving the confines of the Burning blades sinister clutches I made my final report to the Warchief, With there leaders gone and with no real links to ether the Legion itself or the sinister Shadow council the Buring Blade fell to ruin.
The Warchief seemed well pleased by my actions and granted me a true mark of honour by bestowing on me the Hammer of Orgrimmar and instructing his shaman traiers to teach me the ancient gift of the Frostwolf clan...

...the ability to transform myself into a being of pure spiritual energy and mold it to the clans totem, the eternal Frost wolf.

There are however some issues with being in that form for any length of time that may explain why we Shaman despite our comune with the elements are not particularly welcome in Winterspring...

...wisps are just so much fun to chase!

~woof!~

Daily Blogg: 50k Hits and counting

So you lot Finally did it, you pushed my hit counter over the fifty thousand mark!
part of me is impressed while at the same time horrified that anyone could be so interested in my inane ramblings that you would consider hitting my little blog on a near daily basis.

To all of you I would just like to say a massive thank you for your support and hope you will continue to follow me for another 50k and beyond.

A peons Journey: A pup named Corey

Day 3: Adapted to Adoption

A shaman is asked to do many things that others would deem offensive or even undignified, such as laying out the dead, resurrections, conversing with the sick and the sick of mind.
I had not however prepared myself to fulfil my duty to the Horde in the way my Warchief had requested.
I was asked to steal, lie, and infiltrate my way into the seedy underbelly of a cult known as the Burning Blade. The Demon worshipping filth have secreted themselves in the caverns surrounding and under the city of Orgrimmar in the Rage fire Chasm, it was my job, my duty to find my way into the confidence of these cultists and seek out there leaders...

...and destroy them.

Donning the garb of the cult and acquiring a token of membership of there order was surprisingly easy but portraying myself as a Warlock proved harder. All Warlocks no matter there rank have with them a demonic minion of great power linking there will to that of the Burning Legion, i am a skilled magic user and my gifts lend well to passing as one of them but my lack of familiar would mark me apart quite distinctly.
To better conceal myself I found myself seeking out the famed pet vendor known as Breanni.
After negotiations and validation of my intent and a letter of authentication she sent me her most demonic looking pet a core hound pup known simply as Corey.
The young animal suits his assigned role well and is surprisingly friendly despite his rather vicious appearance and thanks to his acceptance of me as his master I found infiltrating the Burning Blade exceptionally easy.

I have however encountered one rather unfortunate problem that Breanni failed to inform me of...

...Core Hound poop tends to be a tad toxic, and molten, and er...well...i may not be able to return to several Inn's in Orgrimmar due to scorched floorboards & bed linen.

also several scorched and terrified cats, mounts and local guards in the city centre may be my fault...

Daily Blogg: Krick in the Back

As many of you know i am presently "less able" than most due to a long term back injury i sustained in a motorcycle accident a few years back.

Today i stupidly got into a conversation with a friend of mine in the street on the fascinating and wide reaching subject of the Starwars extended universe...

....for three and a half hours....

...standing up...

...and now im suffering in quite a huge way.
I regret nothing as the conversation was riveting, but the moment my pain killers wore off all hell broke loose and it felt like most of it decided to stick its pitchforks into my poor suffering ass on the way past.

So now I lay prone on a sturdy padded plank wishing nothing but the tender care of a hundred thousand demons on the gent that ran his piece of shit car into my back end all those years ago.

oh well i suffer on...

...time for a wow update

A peons Journey: Trolls and Tribulations

Day 2: Trolls and Tribulations

I have completed my basic training in the arts of my forefathers, i now wield the power of the earth herself. With the elements at my side and an earth totem at my feet I have been tasked to travel to the makeshift home of the Darkspear Trolls a place by the coast in southern Durotar called Sen'jin village.
It seems they are having some trouble with some of there more barbaric cousins to the south and a property dispute with some centaur to the west, it seems it is time for some totemic diplomacy...

...in so far as that if they choose to be undiplomatic I will be forced to insert my totem in there nether regions violently with my hammer.

I cant help but think that some of the villagers may be taking advantage of my good nature, i mean i understand that there having difficulty but asking me to go fishing for them is a bit beyond what i am willing to stoop to...

...pity about all the damn tigers attempting to eat me.

A Peons Journey: New feature

Ok new feature time.

As of today i have left my old server Surafang (EU) behind and set my sights on the sunny shores of Earthen Ring (US) in order to level a shammy and hopefully join the world record breaking guild A.I.E (http://wiki.aie-guild.org/index.php?title=Main_Page)

A peons Journey is an exercise in Role Play and will almost entirely be in character from the perspective of my Orc Shaman Ariies.
This feature will be erratic at best but i hope you enjoy it. ok here we go...

Day One: A journey begins

I write this journal in hopes that my words will someday free the imaginations of those who follow in my wake down the difficult and dangerous path known as the way of the elements. We shaman must take our cues from the land itself wield that power with wisdom and courage and balance that which is unjust or corrupt with our every deed. I swear by the clan of my fathers i will do so with the dignity it deserves FOR THE HORDE!

...however i have found that wearing leather in the Durodar heat can cause some unfortunate chafing, i shall speak with my elders and see if they have a solution for this most embarrassing problem.

~Ariies of the Frostwolf clan