You know what the worst part about my lack of blogging is? It's 'cause I'm actually playing WoW in place of writing blog posts. That's right, I'm abusing the creative media of my blog more than I am the blog itself. Granted, I started a blog for it because I enjoyed the game enough to think that people might be inclined to find my rants and ravings about it amusing, potentially even insightful, so I guess it's not that bad after all.
Alright, let's get me up to speed. Tox is ICC worthy DPS and apparently one of the most sought after hunters in Verve, Dramthar actually looks like a legitimate rogue now (and due to the mutilate spec, surprisingly high DPS), François has decent gear to tank with and is working on his DPS set as well (the 3.3 changes to triumph badges from EVERYTHING helps a crap-tonne).
Theories:
Tox could quite potentially do more DPS as a Marksman hunter, but likes his coveted position as one of the best-derned Beast Master hunters on Bladefist, and still out DPS's the marksman hunters in his guild. Not that I'm bragging or anything...
Dram could, in all likelihood, go into ICC and perform admirably, and gain the ability to make me kick-arse arrows. That may happen in the future, but currently he's basically just a toon I use to farm Primordial Saronite. (Aside: I highly advise you get at least one or more toons to farm those for you, both for the selling potential and the crafting/recipe buying one)
Franny may make a better tank once I get him some evasion gear. Currently he's got too much of a defense rating and stamina focus, he needs to dodge and parry more, so until that time, I'm gonna keep running heroics on him as DPS. (Which also gives me time to farm saronite/titanium/eternals for titansteel/gems/ammo/whatever the crap else I want)
Story:
The wind was gliding softly through the frozen forest, the soft patter of paws and feet the only stark relief from the otherwise silent pines. Not alone, but with his most trusted companion the hunter sets out, in search of greater prey. A tuft of hair ethereal here and there, the occasional broken twig are all that he has to go on in this tireless search. After scanning the endless woods for a brief period, a slight nod is all that is needed to start his beast stalking what he now knows is close...
Quietly, ever so quietly, he closes in on his prey, his other half circling around to ambush it. A low whistle is let out, they both start moving in. Stopping, he draws his bow and nocks an arrow, taking aim and watching as his companion creeps ever closer. *Thwip* The arrow flies, its aim true, its trajectory perfect. With a flash of light, the beast attacks, arcane energy pulsing from within. The flurry of claws and fangs that follows is but a blur to all but the most experienced eye. Arrows continue to fly with similar ferocity and speed. They make short work of the poor dragonkin unfortunate enough to have wandered into their part of the woods.
"Now see what ya did there? Ye entirely mangled the scales, and we've been asked to gather as many as we could. Try not ta do that agin, alright?"
"Mreow..."
"Ah, dinnae worry about that 'un, there's plenty more where he came from. Now, hows about we sit down to a nice meal?"
"Preow!"
It's a simple camp, but that's what how they like it best. Wilderness surrounding them, the ever present light of the moon or stars, and a hearty meal to see them sleep well through the night. A nice, bright fire to give warmth and cook the food, a stump for him to sit on and some soft leaves for his pet. This is just what how they wanted to end their day.
"So zis is where I find you? Out 'ere in ze wilderness, feasting on ze fat of ze rhino?"
"Now tha's no way to greet an old friend, ye fiesty little frenchman. What are ye doin' around these parts?"
"He came to see what's been happening to all the messengers that the Kirin Tor have been sending out this way."
"Blast, ye sneaky rogue! Quit yer sneaking up on an old dwarf like that."
"I apologize for nothing, it's part of what I do. If you don't like it, deal with it."
"So...what, may I ask, are these messengers carrying that the blue dragonflight or scourge or whoever want so badly? It cannae be that important, can it? I mean, tha Kirin Tor mean well, but they're just a bunch o' mages that think they can control tha world. Now if it was from th'Ashen Verdict I could understand, but I highly doubt they'd have messengers running through Crystalsong, all things considered."
"And zat is why we 'ave to find ze messengers, so zat we can find out 'oo zese culprits are."
"Bah, the old goats probably just wanted ye to get out of there hair for a bit, ye pint-sized deathgnome."
"Either way, we're being paid surprisingly well for such a mission. You want in?"
"Ye can always count on me and Rage for a good hunt. Wadda ya say boy?"
"Rawr!"
"Looks like we're in. But let's get some shut-eye first, eh?"
"Alright, but we leave at ze first sign of ze light."
"If ye say so, 'til then, I sleep."
TBC'd.
Sign off:
Alright, that was cooler than expected. Sweet. I'll catch y'all later.
Good Hunting,
~Tox
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