Inspiration from WoW Insider.
First there’s the DoTs. Lots of DoTs. I like spreading them around.
I love multidotting. I don’t really love multidotting for the damage — though, that’s great, too! — but for the activity you do. It’s a common complaint of people leveling DoT specs for the first time that stuff takes too long to kill. You cast a DoT and then…you wait for it to die.
Well, if you pull one mob at a time, and you’re sitting around with a full health bar, you pulled too less. Affliction is almost made for chain pulling. Spread the love around town! Affliction warlocks are like delusional, demented care bears.
Haunt Hug Everybody!
I love the fluidity of health and mana on the affliction warlock. It’s even more so than shadow priests, who just return a tiny AoE bit for damage. We can burn our health away and then get some back. We can burn some mana away and then get some back. My mana bar is my health bar is my mana bar.
It also provides a great tandem with healers for me, and I feel like I respect them a bit more than other damage specs. Other damage specs are merely being kept alive; I’m being handed more fuel for my resource bar.
I love the Fears. Especially in battlegrounds, oh man, I love the Fears. I really don’t care about being an Ironman or being the lead demolisher. I love being the chaos-bringer, the distracter, the assist in battlegrounds. There’s nothing more satisfying than running into a horde of Horde and fear-bombing all of them off my FC.
I love the various curses, and will be sad when they all get combined into a few. It makes sense, game-mechanic-wise, considering I have Exhaustion and Tongues in the same macro anyway, to make them into one Enfeeblement in Mists. I love putting conditions on people and watching them squirm their way out of it. It’s just “Not Fun” to watch a curse disappear off in a dispel.
I love using mobs to spread my DoTs. It’s almost like Warlock Chain Heal. Almost. Soulburning a Seed and watching the mobs (or players) pulse in numbers as Corruption is now everywhere is supremely satisfying. Jinxing one player and seeing the debuff elsewhere makes me smile. Soulswapping immediately is almost like personal Pong.
I love the felhunter because I believe it fits most with the affliction warlock, roleplay-wise. The imp shoots fire, the voidwalker protects, the succubus plays off someone’s lust and emotions, the felguard is a demonic brute, but the felhunter is a predator of magic. They seek it out and they seek to consume it. They use your own magics against you.
What’s the difference between a shadow priest and an affliction warlock? Roleplay-wise? I think shadow priests are focused on the mental self; they have so much Mind things, anyway. Although faith for the Light (or whatever Light you have) is generally assumed from the heart, the defectors come from the mind, most often anyway.
Affliction, on the other hand, deals with corrupting your soul. Affliction deals with fear and curses and…afflictions. What’s an affliction? What does it mean to afflict someone? I think of afflictions as eating away at you. They might start as something not very powerful, and they might not do much damage to you in a single instance, but over time, they wheedle you down until you can’t overcome them.
Afflictions eat you from the inside out.
It’s that satisfaction I get when I die in a boss fight but my DoTs are still going. Or when I die in a battleground and get a Killing Blow notification while I’m a ghost. Or when I’m doing Tol Barad dailies and have 5-6 mobs beating on me. I don’t really care that I’m not dominating now.
I’ll just kill you later.
Affliction to me is playing with your food. Oh, you’re going to die, there’s no doubt about that. But I’m going to twist and torture you before I snuff you out with a DoT tick.
Why kill you now when I can have fun now?
You know you’re an affliction warlock at heart when there’s people (or mobs) screaming about you, but it’s an otherwise pleasant day, and you start giggling. Not laughing — laughing is for destro. Destruction warlocks also love chaos (it’s why we love them, too), but they end up ruining the view in the process. Charred Forsaken is just not delectable. (Okay, Charred Tauren is delicious.)
Your mirth is in proportion to your damage dealing. Destro locks have great thundering laughter in spurts. Aff locks giggle endlessly, and sooner or later end up rolling on the floor an hour later about it. It’s good for the lock’s soul in the end.
There’s an almost childish levity to it. Giggling, but also the playstyle of affliction. Demonology feels bulky and RAWR SMASH. Destruction feels fully loaded and firmly locked on the ground. Affliction is frolicking among the fears.
I love affliction.
This snatch of story has been stuck in my head, but only pelting me with pieces at a time. Never the same piece twice, too. Yeah, it’s small, but it’s been warped a bit from its original slices.
Xeny poked her head around the stone pillar. The Temple Gardens were one of her sister’s favorite places to go. Sometimes the elder druid would walk in the Temple of the Moon, since it was so quiet and peaceful, but many a feline nap was spent in the small grassy room off the Temple grounds.
Four stepping stones in knelt a night elf with pale blue skin and a long mane of dark blue hair. Beside her was a massive polearm wedged into the ground by its blade. The gold-trimmed weapon was easily as tall as the elf herself.
“Ama?” Xeny asked in a timid tone, unsure that it was her sister and not a meditating priestess.
The elf turned to look behind her and flashed the young druid a smile.
“AMA!” Xeny bounded in, soon covered in downy purple feathers. The blue night elf stood up, gripping the polearm around its shaft for support, to meet the moonchick. The familiar red shadow markings soon disappeared into her feathery girth. She soon heard a purring noise followed by a tickle directly on her tummy.
“PbbbbbbbbHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT AMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The moonkin fell backwards and rolled around, trying in vain to get the black cat to stop tickling her. The cat continued to press her nose in and blow the feathers playfully back.
“HAHAHAHAHAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAAAA stop it! HEEHEEEHHEEEEEHEEEEEE!” The moonkin continued to curl up and giggle after the cat jumped off. The cat rolled over, belly-up and curled around backwards as she shifted out to face the moonkin. The long dark blue mane of elf hair splayed out over the soft garden grass.
“So, enjoying the winds?” The elder druid smiled and picked a flower off the ground. She brought it to her nose on top of her chest and breathed in the fragrance.
The moonkin’s laughter subsided and she too rolled onto her side.
“Flying? It’s…better now. I still prefer the ground, though.”
“I’d hoped I’d caught my verdant sister before she came back oaken strong.” The elder druid laughed, though came out more like a bark.
Xeny folded her feathery arms and tried hard to glare at her sister. A giggle escaped her beak and she clamped her hands to it, muffling the second and third chuckles.
“Come on, Moonchick! Let me see your boots.”
“Oh, these? They’re old and worn.”
“Good thing I brought you new ones, then.”
“New wo–” Xeny shifted out startled and jumped to her knees. She turned to see armor laid out on the grass where the elder druid had previously been kneeling. “Wait, no, Ama, I can’t! I don’t know how to heal yet!”
“Relax, moonchick. Don’t get your feathers in a spitswad just yet. Spells can come later. I’m just giving you new leather for it.”
Xeny spotted the boots lying in the middle of the armor set. Below the ankle they were black like tar, with an extra layer of dark gold leather over the toes for protection. Bulbous around the calves, the golden tops met her kneecaps. The golden design swirled around her shins on the black leather.
“Mmmm so was the friend who gave them to me. The old tabard matched better, though.”
Ama stood up and yanked the polearm out of the ground.
“Never mind. I just live in a different part of the forest now that I used to. That’s all.”
Xeny pulled out her set of frostweave bandages and tore off a scrap. She hocked up a swig of saliva from her throat and spat into the torn bandage. She then took the bandage in hand with the intent to clean the boots a bit better.
Xeny held the wet cloth back and looked up at her sister.
Ama bent and grabbed the gold and black boots with a hand. She peered at the dirtied gold design and smiled. Shaking her head she patted the boots and hoisted them up on a hip under her arm.
“Nah. You can use these ones instead.” She kicked at some newer knee-highs that were a tarnished color of gold. Xeny pulled one over with her four fingers and the heavy leather weight fell onto the grass. It looked quite brand new to her.
“But, Ama, you’ve barely worn these!” Xeny protested. She pulled up the boot by the shin and wiped off the soft soil.
“Yeah,” the feral druid replied. ”They just don’t have the same kick t’ ‘m as the old boots did.”
Sphaira’s tusks twitched to either side in a frown. This zeppelin wasn’t like the others. The netting was sparse, like ropes tied to balloons rather than rigging on a ship. Even the gasbag envelope seemed to float above instead of resting on a sturdy column at aft. The lack of big wings in the back made the zepp look…empty. But emptiness wasn’t the problem.
“No goblins be sailin’ zepps wifowt no gold sinkas!” Sphaira stepped onto the zeppelin and waved her wand about in deep disappointment. The pink crystals bonked a goblin shipman in the head. He retaliated by slamming his hammer into her shin.
“Shadra SPIT on you!” The priestess pulled the goblin up by the hammer and dangled him over the side of the zeppelin, fully prepared to drop him overboard without a levitating spell. The shipman flailed about, kicking with his legs and threatening further injury to the troll. Sphaira stretched to arm’s full length and smiled.
“Cut it out!”
A green finger thrust its way onto her person, jabbing into her thigh. Sphaira jerked her arm inwards and grasped at the already-sore spot on her leg. She let go of the hammer, and his momentum sent the goblin flying onto the deck starboardside. The tool rattled across the deck and the goblin stuck it in the floorplanks in an effort to not tumble off the other side. Sphaira rubbed her tender thigh and glared at the zeppelin master, to whom the finger belonged. She spit in the direction of the shipman, giving him one last glare. Withdrawing to the fore of the ship, she settled on a spot between the two huge foglights to sit for the journey to Northrend.
This story just has to come out of my head so I can do other things. Calling it [RPish] because I haven’t actually really in-game RP’d, but it’s not a journal, so…I don’t know what to call it. Comments are totally welcome. (Yes, my graphics quality is crap.)
Ooooo, alliteration. I’m so clever.
Jaedia & Gazimoff both beat me to the punch on posting a bunch of RP resources. That’s cool. I’m still compiling. I think I’ve got the writing part down, since I’ve had some practice via forums, but…I still feel unsure.
Where, realm-wise, is the right fit for me?
Who else, guild or otherwise, can I roleplay with?
So I set out to research the roleplaying realms. Here’s some simple stats. There’s 23 realms you can pick from. Eight are Pacific time, ten are Central, and four are Eastern. The only Mountain-time RP realm is PvE. Four of the six PvP realms are Central time. Shadowburn and Whirlwind are the battlegroups with the most RP realms, clocking it at 4 each, closely followed by Emberstorm at 3.
That may or may not help you in your picking of the realms. It barely helps me. Except maybe as a way to unbiasedly organize them in a post. I’m more interested in what the realm is like as a player. So what am I looking for when I pick a realm? Is picking an RP realm any different than picking a non-RP PvE or PvP realm? The only reason I’m on a PvP server is because I know some people over there IRL, not because I’m terribly awesome at PvP. I picked my PvE servers…well, because I knew someone over there. Eonar was because my friend John already played there (my trial toons were on a completely different battlegroup, too), and Elune, I was applying to a specific guild. Argent Dawn, I was joining specifically to join SAN.
Obviously the key component for me is community. I’m also in it on a RP realm for the roleplaying action, so I don’t want to pick an almost-dead-for-RP server. The toon I have in mind is a dwarf paladin, so I’m leaning on picking Alliance — but!, I think I can adapt his personality well enough to the Horde. It will just require more lore research. So to “research” the RP realm for me, I’m going to want to know what the atmosphere — RP, leveling, raiding, PvP, whatever — is like.
I’m pretty sure nobody wants to see a couple huge paragraphs per realm for 23 realms in one post, so I’m'a split this one up into three pieces by timezone — Pacific, Central, and Eastern & Mountain. That way it’s all unbiased to whatever opinion I might have, but also unbiased to time.
Currently my research consists of looking at the realm articles on WoWWiki. Yeah. I know, LAME. Because people may or may not keep the wiki updated or plump with information. Which is why I don’t want to post quite yet. I plan to continue to gather more info, specifically by browsing the WoW realm forums and also by reading some of the archives and sites the various communities have. I’m also plenty open to advice from readers & other bloggers; feel free to drop me a comment or an email about your realm if you want. If you bloggers have some kind of “In Character” posts on your blogs, I’m probably going to read it to see if I can find out what YOUR realm is like. But also just for good readin’.
When I do post them all, I’ll probably give you the abbreviated stuff I’ve learned / taken notes on from my sources, maybe links to bloggers & some quotes from people who leave notes (if y’all leave me anything), the realm’s sites & archives if they have any, and the general impression I gathered from all that. So yeah, some paragraphs per realm. I predict the Central post will be HUGE. <.< >.> But I intend this to be a resource post, not a my-opinion post.
Hopefully I’ll get the first post up Sunday. Monday at the latest.
Many topics & events are popping up in the SAN forums. One of them was since a good majority of the bloggers rerolled a brand new toon on a strange server rather than transferring, we’re all back at square one level-wise. So why not blog about leveling whatever toon you picked?
Well, I figured I’d pick a warlock and name her Poneria so there was no confusion. And despite leveling a warlock demo this time instead of affliction, it’s still really the same. So I thought, hey, why not learn to RP, too! Except that Poneria is firmly stuck in my head as my main, and while, yeah, I figure I could just write another story with the same name, it feels…dirty and wrong. For one, I can’t remember all the stories I had with The Scarlet Robes. Yeah, I would have to include TSR adventures because it feels like a part of my main.
But the TSR I knew isn’t on Argent Dawn. So…it feels wrong to roleplay my old warlock anew.
New toon then? But what? Though I have an urge to play a male dwarf (I normally play female toons & I don’t like the female dwarf model, hence, no dwarven toons for me), possibly a paladin, I have several qualms.
- A male dwarf is cross-gender for me, and I’m not terribly confident that I understand a guy’s personality beyond the stereotypical protector personality. So go figure, a paladin.
- My other favorite stereotype personality to attempt roleplay is an evil character, though I would sincerely try to justify his/her evilness whether by logic or personality or history. However, evil characters are either DKs (reformed evil or perhaps not so reformed) or warlocks (see above for dilemma of persona).
- I can only think of stereotypes? Or are these archetypes, I can’t tell.
- I’m not too sure I have the Scottish accent down, or hell, even writing accents in general. So I feel like maybe I ought to just stick to a human, where I can get away with not having a specific accent.
- My experience has been either event-based (forum-RP) or it was my own fanfiction, so given a prompt, I believe I can RP well enough. It’s the LARPing I’m afraid is hard.
- My previous written characters were so totally Mary Sue. This is bad.
- I want to hang out with SAN, but also I want to try RP. Which would be kind of weird to explain why my WoW character is in a guild called Single Abstract Noun. Of course, the obvious solution is to leave my baby Poneria in SAN and then RP elsewhere, whether it’s on AD or not.
Although this feels like I’m ripping off Psynister and creating my own notebook of leveling a roleplayer, it’s what I would like to do. It’ll give me space to ask for out-of-game feedback or to experiment or to gather my research together or whatever purposes.
I think my first step is to explore the forums and blogs surrounding RP in WoW and then my second step is to develop the basics of a character to play. Musings to come!