I feel like I oughta be writing some “real” post that discusses, oh, I don’t know, talents or gear or boss strats or whatever. I am supposed to be a warlock blog, y’know, not some random blog that rambles on and on and drones on and on, oh, and, by the way, I play a warlock.
But I’ve been doing things in WoW. Various things. Things I’m a bit proud of (some of them), but things I understand if you’re a bit “eh whatever” about them.
Mostly involving Acheesements. I don’t know if people use that word to mock achievements or what; usually I think an Achievement is something you do at the intended level, whereas an Acheesement is something you go back and do. Like reputations from two expansions ago.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in Outland lately. Yo Ho, Yo Ho, and a Bottle of Rumsey Rum…
I mean, really. I had a few good typed rants that have been trashed. And I thought about doing the whole “YAY IT’S OVER” post, but…nyahhhhhhhh.
So there. Alas should be happy.
If you hadn’t seen INTERNET DRAGONS, you fail. I mean, really. It was all over Twitter and blogs and podcasts and stuff. You shouldn’t see it because it was everywhere, though. It was everywhere because it’s just that awesome.
Over this whole “saga” I retweeted more than I think I ever have, and I’d added a lot of posts to my “blog favorite posts” bookmark folder. Y’know, those posts that are just so awesome, I go back weeks or months (haven’t gotten to a year yet!) later just to read it again. Some of them are rants, some of them are happy posts, and some of them are sad posts. But they — bloggers, Twitters, the WoW community — all hit me right there.
In that place where your inner internet dragonslayer lives.
Psssst: welcome back, Gnome!
Now, I know guild hopping is generally frowned upon … but when is it guild-hopping and when is it just natural movement? – Tamarind
The Scarlet Robes were my first home. I grew up there, meaning I leveled my first toon there. Really, it does feel like growing up. Y’know, when you think climbing on top of the monkey bars was SO BADASS when you were eight, and then you come back when you’re eighteen and you realize everything is shoulder-height or shorter.
Once I got comfortable and felt like one of the Robes, I started to see drama. I probably created drama at some point, I don’t know. Maybe I was one of those “nice” teenagers.
But when TSR self-wounded, I sat there trying to justify why I was transferring off to Elune. To the Robes, but more importantly to myself. I hated the abrupt leaving that so many did. I didn’t want to just pour some more salt in an already badly wounded guild.
As I started to get comfortable in Conspiracy but also still visiting ol’ Eonar, it hit me while thinking of spring break.
<Conspiracy> is like college. I like the people there and I like being there, but it’s kind of like college in that most of my friends are also in one of my majors. Or at least in my classes. Or maybe friends of friends. I like the peeps in Conspiracy because I like to raid, and so do they. We raid. I got recruited there, but it’s still a big pond of people I don’t know.
<The Scarlet Robes> is still home, though. I go back there and log on, and I still get “Hey Meg” as opposed to “Hi Pon” or “Hey Poner(y/i)a.” I can still remember old times, and it feels like…home. Really that’s the only word that I can describe TSR with. Home.
So…Tam’s question. How can you tell whether your wanting to change guilds is guild-hopping or natural movement?
Is typing /gquit emotional or even painful to you? If it isn’t, you’re guild-hopping.
This is only my opinion, of course. I could be just naive to the world and spouting off horse manure.
But guild-hopping is generally the ends justifies the means. I.e., you really don’t care that you’re in this particular guild. You’re in this guild to get better gear or to get attention and praises or whatever it is you are hopping for. So the /gquit for a guild-hopper is just another chat command advancing the ultimate goal.
For the rest of us, no matter whether we’re joining a guild for social solidarity or raiding, you join it for the community that is verbally abbreviated between the angle brackets.
I’m not going to sit here and define what types of “community” a guild can be. That’s unique and personal, I think, so I’d be sitting here all day trying to cover it all. But it’s definitely a community, the togetherness of the world. And like in the “real world,” there’s different circles of friends, you lose some friends, you gain some friends.
Particularly I remember a line from my favorite show, “Bones.” Season 3, Episode 11, “Player Under Pressure,” if you want to know. Here, I’ll quote it for you.
Bones: Even Cutler knew you were lying when you said you treated women like that under the bleachers.
Booth: Oh and you believed him?
Bones: Yes! Because you still remember that first girl’s name…*she finishes her shake* Let’s go.
So the point? Bad memories, good memories, okayish memories, whatever…if you still remember the guild after you left, and not for the reasons of leaving or joining, it’s natural incompatibilty, possibly fixable possibly not, that was the reason you moved on.
Forgetting what the reason for leaving was is a better indication.
Well, not yet. I still have to die a lot in Orgrimmar & Thunder Bluff.
But Khi at Tree Burglar suggested an Elder Event for Blog Azeroth, where, as our in-game avatars travel throughout all Azeroth to find words of wisdom, we bloggers should take the time to wander throughout the WoW blogs for more words of respect.
The Lunar Festival, to me, feels like a whole month of introspection and relaxing and being happy instead of being focused purely on the numbers and purples all the time. One of the ways to introspect is to go through old photo albums. For us, that’s screenshots. Now that I realize I’ve lost many screenshots due to computer issues and never thinking to backup WoW (“I’ll just install it again, big deal…” >.<), and with Cataclysm coming, I’m on a quest to capture as much of Azeroth as I can/like. So the wisdom I impart to you is to take a step back from raiding or roleplaying or collecting pets or going wild in a bubble, just every once in a while, and find those awing or funky scenes in Azeroth.
(The black bottoms and tops are my viewport & its art (SunnArt addon).)
1. Be a penguin. Just chilling out there, forever, on the edges of Howling Fjords.
Grab a music player or turn the WoW music back on if it helps you forget the crazy world better. I often fish with music or a dvd playing in the background. But forget raiding. Forget numbers and gear. Forget people. Forget professions. Forget spells and abilities. It’s just you…
2. …and your mount. Pick a mount special to you.
My favorite mount is my dreadsteed. When I fly, it’s my carpet, but I really prefer to go by dreadsteed. Various reasons make the dreadsteed special to me. You can switch out mounts if you don’t have an absolute favorite. I only suggest mounts because it lets you get to places faster. Actually, when I’m lining up a shot, I use my run/walk toggle a lot to tweak where I’m standing along with using my camera.
You may want your interface if you are traveling in dangerous areas (for PvP or leveling reasons). But really, don’t use it while you’re taking the screenshot.
Also maximize your graphics settings to what you like. You can play with minimal settings (the only setting of mine that isn’t lowest is particle density, for raid floor voidzones), but for one shot at a time, you can tweak the settings. View Distance is great for landscapes (which I like), so is Environment Detail. I sometimes mess with Weather Intensity for rainy zones like the northwestern edge of Sholazar Basin or the Wetlands.
- View Distance will reload your UI, but the others can be fiddled with without logging in and out. The ones that do require a log in/out will say so in the tooltip when you hover over the slider.
- You can use your flying mount to figure out if you can land on top of things (you can stand on the spear in Dun Niffleheim, but you can’t stand on the big helm). You can even just use your flying mount, if applicable.
- Don’t forget zoom! Zoom all the way in if you don’t want your toon in the picture. Or zoom halfway in, so you’re translucent against the background. Or zoom so far out you can barely make out your tiny figure against the vast majesty of your background.
- You’ll move the camera a lot. Experiment with being above things, to the side of things, below things, facing the wrong way!
- Unless you’re worried about disk space, take as many printscreens as you feel like (try to capture the lightning in the Storm Peaks!). Wait for your idle pose to track all the way through and snap a mid-animation shot (see my dreadsteed photo).
4. Go places. For whatever reason.
Fishing in Northrend for consumables. Fishing to skill up. Achievements. Sunsets. Sunrises. Moonrises. Moonsets. Boats/Zepps leaving/approaching dock. Flying on a flightpath. Flying by yourself. Revisiting your starting area and giving Garrick Padfoot a good level 80 whack for giving you level 4 grief. Weather. Monuments. Old quests.
Take some screenshots. Here’s a small portion of what I got out of just Northrend.
5. Revisit your screenshots folder every once in a while. Y’know, about as often as you need to LOLflume down the Grizzly Hills river.
Typically all your screenshots are saved to a folder in your WoW folder, wherever you put that (C:\…\World of Warcraft\Screenshots\). If you use Vista or 7 and can’t find your screenshots, try this blue post to search for it, and you should be able to find them.
ESPECIALLY go ride the Log Flume. :D
Take what you wish from my piece of the Elder advising, but I hope you enjoy your World of Warcraft, whatever that is.
It’s all I really want if you’re going to leave.
I don’t care if you’re leaving because you want to raid or somebody threatened you, but don’t you dare say you still love me and then just leave with a stupid obligatory goodbye forum post or one-liner in-game.
I don’t really know what the problem was that started the schism or what brought it about. Thrax, the guy that called me a n00b the first time I saw Shatt on a friend’s computer screen in Chem lecture, was demanding some communication about the ICC25 raids and why he wasn’t invited. He’s a dick half the time but he’s a competent raider, at least, I always thought. He’s a dick, but I can ignore him, mainly because I know half the time it’s because he’s angry or he doesn’t mean it.
It’s like crude jokes in-game or with my guy friends. I let them pull sexual innuendos out of everything I say and I go back and forth with them on it, but only because I know they don’t actually mean anything by it. They would never actually hit on me or treat me dirty. The same with Thrax. I don’t really know, but I feel like despite his ability to be a complete asshole I felt like he would never actually go through with a lot of things.
Other people didn’t think so, I guess. Whatever, people got pissy in the forums, Thrax said somebody threatened him in private, so he did it in public, in the thread.
Did I ever mention I was on the young end of the guild? Yeah, Thrax is 30-something, he acted like he was 3. Other people involved are as old or older than him, they acted like they were 3.
I thought it was going to be another drama llama and then we’d all just laugh about it 2 weeks later in some Naxx alt raid for kicks.
Every day I log on, my loading screen takes forever. Probably because I have so many addons. But I go visit the guild forums every day during that loading screen or when I just wake up. Every day. It’s often the first site I go to every day. I mean, Google is my homepage, but before I hit up Twitter, before I hit up Facebook, before I open Thunderbird, before I go to Blackboard to find out I forgot to do X Homework…every day the first thing I do on the internet is TSR.
So I pull up the forums and there it is. Cat-fight. Omfg, wtf, geezus guys, I log on expecting to go wtf? and get a oh, it’s just drama again, /angry, words, /sigh, okay I still love you guys, what was I thinking, lolwut.
I got “Ed has promoted Rob to be the new Guild Master.” [G][-Ed-]: I’ll see you guys on the forums. Ed has left the guild.”
WHAT THE GODDAMN SHITTIN FUCK.
This is ED. ED! Mr. Cool. Complete one-fucking-eighty for him to leave, in my mind. I swear, the amount of shit he put up with in raids and Vent and guild and he still kept a cool head. Only after raiding with him for a long time could I begin to tell when he was getting frustrated. Actually, it was only after I took a stab at raid leading. He was Mr. Cool, my role model for keeping a level head while dealing with drama in the game.
And he fucking left. Supposedly due to Thrax, who is known for his asshattery. I say supposedly because it really doesn’t feel like it was just because of Thrax.
For the rest of the day I got to watch as forum and in-game /gquits commenced. I didn’t want to log off or afk in fear that I would miss saying goodbye to someone. Not that they really said goodbye. Steve, Mary, Ed, Sean, Dave, Daniel…all gone. They all have five bazillion alts, too. Do you know what that looks like?
Once, Kel-Greg got hacked. Kel has like five bazillion alts, mainly because he’s been around since TSR was born, I swear, so half of them are almost bank-alts reborn. The day he got hacked we were waiting around for a healer or something to finish out a raid, and boom, he logs on. Hey! Kel! Come heal for us! etc.
But he never answers. Switches toons even. Kel? Kel, man, come on, come heal for us. No answers.
The sleezeball logged on and off Kel’s various alts for about two hours, selling off his stuff and mail the gold to somewhere else.
And we got to watch. And couldn’t do anything about it except watch and take screenshots hoping Blizz would give Kel his stuff back. Though, I’ve never been raped personally, after watching someone be hacked in WoW, it’s the closest I can get to feeling like I just watched someone get raped.
When half your guild leaves, and they remove all their alts, you get to watch. Helpless. You can’t do squat. They keep telling you it’s not your fault, but, omg, it totally feels like it.
As they quit the guild, they keep telling you they still love you.
The day/night before this, I had been engaged and listening to the Twisted Nether Blogcast with Miss Medicina guesting. I took notes and figured I’d do sort of my commentary on her interview. One of the questions asked was what was your Greatest WoW Achievement ever. Hers was putting together a successful ICC 10man that raids two hours a week (in the same night) and is up to Festergut.
Yeah that’s pretty awesome.
My Greatest WoW Achievement ever was getting my Dreadsteed of Xoroth.
Why? I got it done when it was still a quest. I solo’d my way “growing up” in WoW. Aside from sharing green text with TSR, I didn’t really feel part of TSR, just kind of Tig’s RL friend who happened to joined and could read about adventures in Kara. I knew the dreadsteed quest involved a crapton of mats, only some of which came from my professions of tailoring and enchanting. It also involved a few dungeons, including the culminating step.
I needed people. So I asked on the guild forums for help. Small, shy, I know you might point me toward the mats, but I’ll need to get them myself. I might have to badger people into going to get the dungeons done, because, pfttt, who does Dire Maul anymore?
Within a couple of days, my guild practically dropped everything I needed for the quest in my lap. No questions asked. Although you HAVE to complete the quests for the ritual items, we used Roliat’s old items. I think we even did the pally charger quest at some point during the dungeoning.
I still remember riding on my felsteed up through the Burning Steppes on my way to complete the final final final step. Y’know, the Alliance flightpoint is down in the southeast corner of the map, and the warlock dude is way way way up in the northwest corner, and no, you can’t just fly like the crow riding over there. It was epic. I felt epic. And then I handed it in. And had plenty of laughs involving as many sexual innuendos as possible involving fire, reins, steed, thrusting, etc. with Thrax in guild chat.
When I feel down in Wrath of the Lich King, one of the ways I still cheer myself up is to look up my Dreadsteed of Xoroth Feat of Strength achievement.
My guild helped me get it. My. Guild. My. My guild.
My Greatest WoW Achievement EVAR was the day I felt like a Robe and a Warlock at the same damn time. Chest pieces are pretty, but I wear my tabard with pride, and talbuks are pretty, but my Dreadsteed is the one on my mount macro.
My tabard is my WoW blanky.
I started WoW because of a Robe RL friend. I was born in the Robes. I’ve grown up in the Robes. I matured in the Robes, as a Robe.
It’s so old and stained and patched up. There are tears in it, laughing ones and sad ones. I’ve sneezed on it. I’ve wiped blood off my felpuppy’s cheeks with it. I’ve held it over my head when it rained AGAIN in Duskwood. I’ve used it as a fan while grinding Cenarion Circle rep in Silithus. I wore it when I dinged 70, I wore it when I dinged 80. I criticized gear appearance because it made my tabard look bad.
I wear a Red Linen Shirt ever since I’ve been able to make Red Linen Shirts, because isn’t that what a proper Scarlet Robe should wear under her tabard?
Y’know when you ding the real life 16 or 17 or 18 or 31 and your parents tell you it’s time to throw that old thing away? And you totally can’t. At first you totally can’t because it’s your BLANKY, enough said. Why can’t they get that. And then it’s because you KNOW it’s old, its time is gone, and you SHOULD just throw it away or donate it or whatever…but you can’t. Because it’s a part of you.
My tabard is a part of me, goddamnit.
And yet, I realize maybe I should put it away. I want to raid and see some content. The people who are left in the Robes, well, they’re awesome people, and yeah, we could raid, but the majority just don’t. Some of them, Patrick & Leah, were top-end, yes. Some others, not so much. It wasn’t that they didn’t try, but it just wasn’t the right attitude.
So part of me wants to go, because it realizes I might not be happy here.
Might not. Well, it took me a while to figure out that raiding is not the actual end-game. Not to me, anyway. My guild is the end-game. Playing with people I care about, even though I’ve never met them beyond their online avatars. Right now, my end-game feels scattered to the winds. There, but not all together.
But my tabard is still my blanky. I still have memories of the Scarlet Robes, some of them with the people who left and some still with the people still tagger <The Scarlet Robes>. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to say goodbye.
I can’t even phrase goodbye, right now. And I know how it hurt that people never really said goodbye, except in a forum post or one-liner before “___ left the guild.” I don’t want to hurt the friends still here. Because I would be saying I’m leaving and still loving them, but leaving doesn’t feel like loving at all.
I feel like a lost puppy. Originally I felt, to rephrase Leah, like a puppy in the middle of a divorce. Both sides saying, “C’mere, girl, c’mon!” and using me as proof the other sucked. And me, sitting, panting in the middle of the room, switching form looking at one to looking at the other, with that sad face on my face that says, “But, why can’t I have both? Why this now?”
Now that the one parent left, I don’t want to diss the parent I have left by saying you’re not good enough. Because you’re not. You’re amazing. But it doesn’t feel the same anymore, and I want that family bond back.
An old Robe comes back on the forums every once in a while, and as this all went on, he posted a little bit about What Are the Robes?. He said a friend of his, an ex-Robe of long past, had been through 14 guilds since. Fourteen. And not once has he encountered a bond in a guild as strong as The Scarlet Robes.
So, here’s one lost puppy, LF a Robe-strong WoW family. She likes to play catch in demonic portals, pick Lifeblooms, and Maul unsuspecting skeletons. She might go home with you, or she might stay with her Tattered Robes as they rebuild. She really doesn’t know what to do anymore.
My guild just died. I got to watch.
Overnight, somebody had a pissy fit and whipped out a threat of physical violence at a guild RL gathering and just like that. Boom. My guild died.
I logged on to find the GM had stepped down and then I watched him leave. THe entire day I couldn’t log off because I was afraid I’d miss the chance to say another goodbye. Half my favorite people are gone.
I don’t log onto WoW to theorycraft or to raid or to do quests or to WoW. I log on to play with my Robes, my family.
And now my Robes are gone, almost. I say almost, there are some of us left, it was huge schism, though. So there’s still The Scarlet Robes, been around on US-Eonar Alliance since forever, but we’re tattered scraps.
I’m still terribly sad, devastated, and a little shocked. So maybe posts will come just so I can write my way through pain or maybe I’ll leave off here for a bit. I’ll try to keep up the TNWiki like I said I’d start, though.
Battered Hilt should be BoP. It recently threw my heart and head for a few loops while I fought with myself over whether I had rightfully and fairly won the roll or if I had “stolen” it from a guildy. But it also brought me some heartful happiness, not just +200 spellpower.
Epic loot for my warlock
Long story short: a group of guildies had been trying to grind the elites in Pit of Saron for this epic drop. One of the members keeps disconnecting, so he tells the other four on Vent to find somebody else; it’s obviously not working for him. I answered the call for one more DPS in guild chat. I come in, I haven’t done the quest to go to HoR, and the four tell me they’re grinding for the Hilt. No prob, I’m just here for badgers more or less. Something like the third elite I’m in there for, the Hilt drops. I paused in case this was a run for a specific somebody. Nope, “all roll need,” and within 30 seconds, the Hilt was mine.
The part that was throwing me for a loop was after I won it, some of the group was telling me to link it to another guildy. I did. Twice. It wasn’t until this guildy told me that it was his spot I had taken when I felt like a total asshole for essentially though unintentionally waving the epic drop in his face. And the other four were offering me gold or allowing me to trade the item if I felt so guilty.
I didn’t want to steal the item, especially not from a guildy. The Robes are my online family. But…I also don’t like being taken advantage of for something I had won fairly. I told this to the group, and they said, no, it was a fair roll for all and I won it, so I kept it.
It should be BoP
Its state of BoE (Bind on Quest?), tradeable, SELLABLE–it’s complete bullshit. It’s way too stressful deciding who gets it. A RL friend mentioned in passing, which toon did I give it to? My warlock or my druid? I was appalled. Decking out my druid with the mace when my warlock won the Hilt would feel like double rolling. Then what, my druid can roll for my warlock next time it drops? While WEARING the friggin mace? Bullshit. My warlock WON it, my warlock GETS it.
That’s rather like walking into a raid on my druid, and a cool enchant or that wicked pattern drops. Is my druid allowed to roll on those and win, since my warlock can use them? At least on Eonar, the answer is hell no. Of the pugged raids I get into, many RLs will state that you must link your 450 profession and then learn it on the spot.
Then why is this epic item any different? It’s not even legendary. I mean, yes, the questline is pretty awesome, but it’s still only purple.
Lens of the Mind: Why do you want it?
Guildies, whom I trusted and who are good raiders, were willing to bribe me for it. WTF. No offense, I don’t get to raid much on my warlock anymore. I’m usually pulled to come heal or tank. It’s not like I’m going to be hitting up ICC anytime soon on Pone, unless I pick up a rep-grinding pug. These four guildies? Three of them are in the guild’s top ten on WowHeroes. Like, y’know, ToC25 is a “medium” raid difficulty for them. So it’s not really like it was an “upgrade” deal. The guy who bribed me gold for it was offering 5k, maybe 7k, for it. I know it’s going on the AH for 19-20k. Had I taken it, not only would I have sold a winning roll, but I’d have gotten thoroughly cheated out of it, too.
Really guys? I almost didn’t want it anymore. I figured much like the EoE key, I’d never get it on my warlock due to prioritizing tanks or healers. It’s not worth stressing over, especially among guildmates.
But I got to see Sunwell
I started playing WoW in Feb 2008, and soloed my way up to 70 as I watched many raids go on in guild chat. As they wrestled what’shisname in Karazhan, the satyr guy, I kept getting told I need to get to 70 NOW so they can have a good affliction warlock for that fight. One of my dreams of integrating into the guild (since I got in by being a RL friend) was to finally raid with them, because then I’d be “one of them.” Ironically I did get into Kara maybe once. I remember I was at 69 or maybe I had just dinged. I came as loot monkey, running around trying to enjoy the place while the other 9 people who had the place memorized were rushing ahead. We got to the satyr guy where affliction warlocks are king, and I was told I was just going to SoC the shit out of the place, and I looked through my spellbook and…I didn’t have the spell yet. Bummer.
I remember doing dailies in the Isle of Quel’Danas for a while to get myself ready to raid. About two weeks of being 70, Wrath hits. And I went back to soloing and leveling. Again. So I hurried my butt up to 80 so I could raid. FINALLY RAID. With my guild, my “family.”
Anyway, favorite WoW pasttime of mine is to go solo old content I never got to do. For one it’s a good exercise for my class abilities. Soloing Mechanar at level 80 is still pretty slow and deadly as an affliction warlock. I don’t care if you think I’m doing it wrong, I never got to go there. It’s fun. Like, y’know, when I got to the Antechamber in Ulduar, I was excited that I got to pull Banish out of my spellbook and put it on my bar. Because OMG I GET TO CC. So here I am, at the waning end of the questline, about to go into SUNWELL PLATEAU.
OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY.
I went in already Alt+Z’d and was snapping screenshots like a paparazzi. Because I figure since none of the old farts want to go back (they just want moar epix), I might never see it again. And I figure I will keep this sword forever, much like I still have the cloak some guildies mass-made for an Old World Wednesday old-level-60 Onyxia run.