Summer makes it much harder to justify sitting inside for hours at a time. As it is, my spacegoat shammy sits at 22, parked in Ashenvale somewhere after I gave up trying to navigate her to Duskwood on Alliance boats and flight paths. Making the switch is aggravating; I know where everything is, but not exactly how to get there. Its a frustration akin to trying to use your left hand to write when you're normally a rightie. She got a flight point south of Booty Bay, one in the dwarven port in Wetlands, and some death in Splintertree Post(Forgot I was playing Alliance and ran her straight into the town.) Grah.
Yeah, I could ask for help, but where's the fun in that? I also get ignored half the time anyway. Alliance continue to suck, even when I'm on their side.
Meanwhile on my warlock, I haven't been questing much; which leaves a whole lot of Netherstorm and Blade's Edge mountains unexplored. Been busy trying to get my Shadoweave set crafted, and Enchanting levelled so that I can start making gold off it. Shadoweave shoulders are done, and hopefully I can get the boots crafted by the end of the week. I spent most of last weekend merrily pillaging in the zergfest known as Alterac Valley. First time in there, since I mostly ignored BGs for my 60-70 career. Racked up enough honor to upgrade my very old (yet hilariously named)cloak. In the process I picked up enough AV tokens to grab this fellow (I have WSG and AB tokens in spades from my younger days, heh.) Though I feel a bit guilty riding him about (What's a warlock without her hateful Horse of Doom?), he is so very jaunty. He also makes leaping off the Orgrimmar bank roof while yelling "CLEVER GIRL" my new favorite thing to do while waiting for people to buy enchants. Sometimes I don't know why my server tolerates me at all.
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