Thursday, December 16, 2010

I am Tengil, and this is my story...
See, I used to be just your average Sin'dorei. I partied 24/7, drained the life out of mana-wyrms for those precious drops of magic when I wasn't busy summoning the forces of the Nether to do my bidding. You see, things just kind of fell apart after Arthas blew up the Sunwell, and we had to make do with what we had. My girlfriend at the time, Thanaris, assured me that everything was going to turn out for the best. She was a paladin, or, a Blood Knight, and we used to talk long into the night while eating ice cream sundaes and watching the fireworks in the distance... *sigh* Times were certainly tough.

Thanaris never told me how she and her order had gained the blessing of the Light, but I never asked. After all, I was too busy studying under Magistrix Erona to care that much... the paladins weren't bothered by the fact that we made pacts with fiends from the lowest depths of the Abyss, I figured we should cut them the same slack.

But all of this changed. Thanaris told me that she was leaving for the Outlands. "Tengil, my love," she told me as we both fed on succulent cherries and combed each other's long, silky smooth hair. "Prince Kael'Thas has set out to craft a new kingdom for our kind. I wish to join him and reaffirm Quel'thalas's position as a strong and independent nation."

At first, I could not believe what she told me. Maybe it was the mead made from thousands of carefully cultivated orchids... or maybe the candied eyes of farstriders, richly textured with shredded gold-berry cores and wrapped in leaves of Bloodthistle, that made me somewhat distracted, or perhaps it was the way the breeze made my hair flutter like the wings of a beautiful swan in the early morning mist...

But when I had finally come to my senses, Thanaris was gone. My eternal love had left me for a fool's errand.

But I would wait for her, I would wait for Kael'thas to give our race what we so truly deserved. I would wait for him to provide for me what was rightfully mine without having to lift a finger to aid him or my beloved.

But the years passed.
I made a decision

There are only so many decadent ways a man can pass time with, and nearly four years after Thanaris left me, and Quel'thalas, behind to pursue her... goal, I realized that I, too, needed to make a journey. I needed to find my love, I needed to convince her to come back to me, or at least send me a freakin' letter about what's going on in the Outlands. I haven't heard a peep from there since she left, and frankly we're getting a bit worried if they've just decided to party on without us.

That can not be allowed.

So I set out to pursue her, and before I knew it I'd gotten dragged into one plot after another. "Kill me ten tigers," "Find the traitor and execute him," "Go fetch me some water."

Everywhere I turned, people clamored for my attention, looking for the slightest reason to shower me in silver-coins and send me off to do whatever they couldn't be arsed with doing. Hell, in the end, I single-handedly ended the Scourge Presence in our land! I DID THAT!

Makes you wonder what our glorious leaders have been doing for the past few years. Presumably partying and eating candied stridereyes like the rest of us.

ANYWAY. Once the dust had settled over the corpse of Dar'Khan (and to think I used to have wine with this fellow every Saturday!) I went right back to Silvermoon.

Bitches

It seems that the undeads I'd met in Tranquilien weren't the only shambling, stinking dead around here (Besides the Scourge I mean), it seems Sylvanas Windrunner's up and about over at Castle Lordaeron. Sylvanas Windrunner.

Wow...

I went to school with her.

So that's why she never returned my calls (look, I'm telling you, 4 years!)

Death to all who oppose us
 It seems Lord Theron wants to shack up with Sylvanas and join this... uh... Horde thing she's got going with... the orcs, I guess? Look, I'm not judging or anything, but I mean. She's been dead for a couple of years, and the orcs? My dad didn't die fighting those savages just so we could chummy up with them!

Still, I'll do this, if only because my name'll go down in the history books as the guy who got shit done.

Forgot to ask if they had heard anything from Outlands, but I'm sure there's time for that later.

Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, I presume?

It wasn't exactly HARD to find my way to the lair of those filthy, stinking beasts that refer to themselves as the "Forsaken". I did have to take a bit of a different route though, seems Lordaeron's been completely overrun with the undead since last I left Quel'thalas, and not the good kind either.

Anyway, I made my way over to "Lady" Windrunner for a quick chat, and she seemed quite eager to sign this petition to have us join the Horde. I'm getting more and more uncomfortable with the prospect of sharing dinner tables with the orcs and trolls... but hey, we need the allies we can get, right?

Once all the formalities were settled, I rather humbly asked if she was interested in dinner or something, you know, whenever. She only gave me a cold look.

Undeath certainly hasn't changed her.

Well, it would seem like the next logical step would be the Barrens in Kalimdor. I heard that's where the main body of the Horde sit around doing nothing, but before I leave for Another Continent I figured I should drop by Gilneas and pay a visit to my good old friend Crowley. It's been a few years since the last time I met him, and that was...
What the hell...?

What... has happened to Silverpine Forest? Why is there a huge glass bottle of green goop on a cart? Why are the Forsaken here?

These questions filled my mind as I sat atop my valiant, tiny-brained steed, looking out over the ruins that was Silverpine. Had I really been gone so long? Had those hours of mushroom concoctions really been years? What the hell was going on?

An encampment...

I approached an encampment of these despicable undead as I moved further into the forest, and the livery of the Lich Queen... in lack of better names, stared back at me. Sylvanas had been busy indeed. Lordaeron was hers, she argued, but Silverpine... had Gilneas fallen too? Was she set on taking the entire continent for herself?

Huge Bitch, Bluh Bluh

She had somehow travelled here after our meeting... I can only presume that with the backing of the Sin'dorei, her plans to conquer the rest of Lordaeron would be set in motions. And there I was, a single elven warlock, not even remotely interested in these strange politics I had been thrust into, looking up at this... shell of my old friend.

Strangely poetic, I know.

Transitory post

Lots of stuff has happened. Too much, in fact, for me to want to comment on it all, so here's an abridged version!

Finally, Tranquilien. Another 10 levels of killing spiders!

Suddenly, you burst into a dance!

I did tons of things! I killed elves!

I killed trolls.

I killed the competition

I would lie if I said I didn't find a lvl 20 mount VERY welcome.

And now, they can apparently swim as well! CRAZY!

I killed a troll. He was a leader of some group or another, I dunno.

See, this is why I like the undead. Everything's used!

Killed some big, fat bloke. No idea who this is.

Marvelled at the architecture!

Here's the guy in charge. Killing his goons made me think I could take him.

I even forgot to use the special item. But look, I've almost got him!

Then I died.

Third time's the charm though! Or was it the fourth? WHO CARES LET'S DANCE

Another lug. Who ARE these people?

Fuck this shit, I'm off to Silvermoon!

... It's fucking everywhere...

!!!

Kiss the rings, bitch. I'm a hero.

Even heroes need to pay rent though, ass-kissing's part of the job.

Okay, so I'm... wow, forget what I said, undead ain't got style.

You should've seen her in Vanilla. She's aged well.

Yeah, okay. I just want to say, this castle is TINY! No one else ever thought so?

I love these redesigns, kudos Blizzard.

You see what happens, Donny? fucking Scarlets...

Oh hey, is this the way to Silverpine? Haven't been there in ages...

Next up: Silverpine Forest! Stay tuned.

Friday, December 10, 2010

This image doesn't show it, but this man is actually
100 % bullshit. It's true!
 

Again, these are the kind of people who will
NEVER see the Outlands, with all its glory.

I, on the other hand, am not afraid to get my
hands wet. If you want to succeed, you gotta
do this. At least they won't make me dig
through piles of dung once I'm over there.

You see, this is why we can't have nice things.

I have MISSED this ability. Earned me so many
cheap kills in the Battlegrounds back in the
days.

Okay, you have to admit. It takes gusto to run
your army on a completely straight path through
Silvermoon.

See, what did I tell you? You need to earn the
XP, not hand out pocket change for others
to do your dirty work for you.

Cooking. Quite possible the second most boring
profession.

I want you to take a long, good look at that
piece of meat on my plate.

And we're back with Tengil. Still not feeling this blog, if you have any suggestions for how I should angle this, do post a comment or drop me an IM. Commenting on screenshots might be fun for a bit, but I'm sure it gets boring after a while for you guys... guy... whoever's reading this.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


MORE IMPORTANTLY. DID HE SEE THAT TOTALLY SWEET GOAL I MADE!?


In my dreams I am the Pimp master. It is me.

I seriously just picked a random appearance, cringed at the sight and created a hunter. He is epic in his ugliness. I have thoroughly enjoyed Cataclysm so far, even if I wasn't entirely pleased with the starting area of the goblins. It feels... very not there, you know, very small. Insignificant. You never really got a feel for your home island before it went boom.

They have a lot of roads though.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Last post


Wow, this is pretty out-of-place for a shrine. 


Gods bless whoever this douche was. Let's make him a martyr and put his memorial in the middle of fucking nowhere.  

Why don't you tend to THIS, huh!? ZING!



Wait, are that those fucking eyes again?



Jim, I salute your dedication to your boss's visions, but seriously... this isn't creepy, it's just stupid-looking. 

Yeah, okay... I'm gonna go look for my girlfriend now. 
 
Hey, did you just hit on me? 



Look, I'm just trying to find my girlfriend. She's jay high, wears her hair in a pony-tail, joined up with the Paladins not too long ago... 

Oh well off to kill more monsters I guess. 



DING... :/ 


I know it's supported by magic but seriously. These buildings have NO practical application. Where do they sleep? Why aren't there any tables or chairs? Not even a freakin' book-case! 

As I was saying... 


Oh, wow, right, ding. Woo. I dunno, this seemed important at the time.


Oh hey there's a guy there. Bla bla suffering, mourn, whatever. You're just a stepping stone to my greatness. 


So, what about those Mana Wyverns, amirite? 


So I got a bow. That's fantastic. I'm sure someone'll have some better use for it. Maybe my mentor who's like... one level above me.  


I'M ON A NEVERENDING QUEST TO FIND MY GIRLFRIEND! 


Poor Outrunner. Doomed to lie here until the end of times. Or until someone actually decides to brave the lvl 5-6 enemies and bury her. 

So, the profession system seems to have been severely simplified. That's great actually, no more running to this out-of-the-way city to upgrade jewelcrafting... right?

Burn, you filthy urchins. BURN FOR MY AMBITION!

I found what now? This statue? Yeah, it must've been a dreadful loss to our culture.

Oh hey, he's right there in the middle of it all... this is gonna take some finesse...

Well shit. For those curious, I made it out of this fight with almost full health, they attacked my poor imp.

Ding?

Who is this guy and what do I do to be like him?

Yeah... uh... sorry, bub.

New, fancy dress. Yay, finally out of those old rags.

Until next time... maybe I'll have some fucking structure to all this.