Scholomance

While I was waiting for Aggrion to come out of hiding I was invited along to a guild 'fun run' in Scholomance. There was a little bit of a personality clash, with half the party wanting to take it slow and steady and the other half wanting to rush through at break-neck speed. I won't bore you with the details around this as I think I made my point about this subject in my last post!

To my absolute delight I had a fantastically lucky visit! It seemed appropriate to me that whilst the party was struggling to stay civil, I was needing on the most amazing items. The truly exciting moment came when Alanna's Embrace, an epic robe fell from the corpse of Ras Frostwhsiper . Technically I think he was already a corpse before we..er...killed him some more. But hey! Who cares!? He stopped moving and looked all squishy and crunchy.. And certainly didn't need these robes anymore!

Truthfully a fantastic priest item. But as the only caster in the party it fell to me to shout "NEED!!" and push everyone out of the way in a move that would have bargain hunters on sale day gasping in awe. For one awful moment the feral druid was considering fighting me for the item, but, taking one look at the evil glint in my eyes, she thought better of it and let the best Gnome win.

I look like a goddess in it I'm sure you'll all agree. Very little suits a gnome Warlock better than pink with white and gold detail.....okay....it doesn't quite go with my look. But it's EPIC! And if you squint and tilt your head slightly to the left the pink looks more lilac and almost matches my funky shoulders.

As if this wasn't good enough, I went on to acquire a pair of Dreadmist Wraps a perfect match for my Dreadmist Belt. Part of a set that now give me a lovely +200 armour. Not to be sniffed at. And they go just peachy with my shoulders and dress. It is, of course, essential to look great whilst you're shadow bolting everything to death!

Finally, to prove that good things come in threes I 'found' (for found read pried from the cold dead fingers of Darkmaster Gandling who thought that getting in our way was a good idea) a really nice wand. Bonecreeper Stylus is not one of those wishy washy sparkly girly wands, no, this is a wand a Warlock would be proud to wield. Just check this out.


So, I'm all tooled up! Now where to go?

Proper Warlock

Just a few days ago I found myself in Ironforge, a noisy and smokey city built in the heart of the mountains of northern Dun Morogh and the hub of Azeroth. I love to spend time in the Forlorn Cavern, paddling in the small pool or chatting with one of the Warlock trainers. If I'm not in the Cavern then I'll be in Tinker Town brushing up on my engineering skills.

I visited the post box in The Commons and had to use all of my, very limited, self control to stop myself from cursing (and yes, I mean with Agony) the highly impolite people who were literally jumping the queue! When you're just three and a half feet tall, having a bunch of Night Elves and humans leaping all over the place is more than a little worrying!

Imagine my surprise and delight when I found a small package waiting for me! Yippee! Hurray! I cried, jumping about with such enthusiasm and excitement that I nearly dropped the package, not to mention falling off my moral high ground on complaints of jumping!

Inside the package was a wonderful gift. A pair of made-to-measure Shadoweave Shoulders! Not only are they all mine with great bonuses to shadow damge, but they are also proper, official, Warlock shoulder armour! A lovely garish lilac and silver design, could they possibly belong to any other class? Even a Mage wouldn't be seen dead sporting such flamboyancy!

Why are you getting so excited about some purple and silver shoulders? You might ask. Well they are my very first piece of armour that distinquishes me from all the other 'Squishies'. I am a Warlock, not a simple 'caster'. And, of course, the bold, bright colours are a brilliant irony, that only the dark heart of a Warlock can appreciate ;)