Showing posts with label Levelling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Levelling. Show all posts

Sunday, 25 January 2009

I'm back!

Hi!

Did you miss me? I know, I've been really bad at keeping you up to date but the past few months have been so busy I've barely had time to feed my Felsteed! Let me bring you up to date.

With Aggrion at my side (or about 30 yards in front of me) I've explored most of Outland. We battled the vicious beasts that roam Hellfire Peninsula, helped the Sporelings in Zangarmarsh, cleansed the barren wastes of Terokkar, marvelled at the beauty of Nagrand, negotiated the spikes of Blade's Edge Mountains, reunited the elements in Shadowmoon and had not long arrived in Netherstorm when rumours reached us of the discovery of a new continent....Northrend.

Aggrion, rather than excited by this news, seemed to lose interest in continuing to adventure and took himself away. I finally tracked him down to a corner of the Worlds' End tavern in Shattrath. To be honest it didn't take very long, but I decided to give him some 'alone time' (read consuming significant quantities of local red wine time). I have, on occasion, joined Aggrion on these drinking sessions, but that is another story for another time.

"Come on! There's a whole new place to explore!" I enthused, jumping up and down on the table in front of him.

"Hrumph" He grunted back to me, which I took to be his way of saying "Yes, I'd love to accompany my favourite little Gnome to investigate the new lands." He's a Nelf of few words.

I bounced of the table and started to tug at him. "Come on then! Lets go now! Hurry up!".

He sighed exaggeratedly and tried to hide a smile as he rose to his feet and let me lead him to the Stormwind Portal.

The new docks in Stormwind were breathtaking and we spent a few hours exploring before realising that we had to get a boat from Menthil Harbour in Wetlands instead...some signposts wouldn't go amiss!

Valgarde is set in a deep chasm on the Southeast coast of Northrend overlooked by the breathtaking Utgarde fortress. Within minutes of arriving in the town we were drafted to help deal with an almost constant attack from the Vrykul to the East.

I think Aggrion quite admires them, the half giants are accomplished warriors and a formidable foe. He does so enjoy any opportunity to truly test his combat skills. Personally, I think the world needs less giants. We recently met the Tuskarr who are far more to my liking being smaller and pretty cute looking...not as cute as me of course! But they do smell of fish and I'm really not a big fan of fish or water for that matter, doesn't suit my fiery nature.

But it is good to be adventuring again!

Thursday, 22 March 2007

The Big Five-Oh!

Today I reached the heady heights (no mean feat for me that's for sure!) of level 50! Every even level 'ding' is exciting, because it means new spells and thus more power, but there's something very satisfying about reaching such a respectable level.

I celebrated in Gadgetzan in Tanaris by dancing with my somewhat over enthusiastic Voidwalker in the inn. A guild member later commented that Voidwalkers need love too. I however, know full well that my VoidWalker was just hoping that I would trip over, accidently breaking his bonds on the way so that he could rip me limb from tiny limb and scatter me about the place before heading off to wreak havoc on the rest of unsuspecting Azeroth. Little Gnome Warlocks like me don't place with fluffy pussy cats like so many hunters, no, we summon evil denizens of nether realms to do our bidding and we not only understand the dangers involved, we actively revel in them!

Weary from all the celebratory dancing, and tired of skipping over various tendrils sent out by my Voidewalker,I hopped on a Griphon and flew back to Ironforge to see what my friends in the Cavern had to teach me. The answer was frustratingly little :( Advancements to existing spells, but nothing new.

More than a little disappointed I was about to head off in search of some distraction when I was stopped by one of the trainers who said that an imp friend of his had requested a delivery of Felcloth. The imp, who goes by the name of Impsy (no really!) was waiting for me in the wilds of Felwood. Unexplored territory for this little gnome!

So I'll be hopping on my Felsteed to ride as fast as I can to Felwood, clutching my Felcloth. Hmmm, can anyone else see a pattern here?