First Conspiracy/ICC Raid was fun

Seriously, the only boss I’d seen as an avatar before was Marrowgar. XD

My highlights:

Marrowgar always follows me during Bone Storm.  I swear, I can’t get away from him.

I must have been watching the 25man versions of Lady Deathwhisper, because it was totally not as complicated on 10man as I thought.

Gunship: I was relieved that the jetpack has a target mechanic and doesn’t just boost your own jumping.  I’ve only failed once on Thaddius (due to massive lag) and I was determined not to fail-jump ship.  Except I stayed on the boat, so it’s good.

Saurfang = I got to CC!  Yay Demonic Portal for kiting.

Blue Gas Frogger = fail walking out first and just dying.  Then I realized it was Frogger 2.0.  Oops.

Precious & Stinky weren’t as awful as I’ve heard stories.  Then again, this is “only” 10man.

Festergut was cool, I got to cuddle with Jin & Liss whenever the spore came out and I vomited a few times.

Rotface was interesting, though I got debuffed in the middle of or just after a phase transition so I had a minor “OMFG WHERE IS THE OT” heart attack.

Putricide took a few wipes, partially because I hadn’t done it before.  On one of the wipes I died due to bad luck (bouncing ooze while I was green-ooze-linked = >.< FUCK), so Liss tried to brez me, but…uh…that gas phase thingy hit, and I rezzed into a DoT that wtfpwned me before I could hit the healthstone.  Sucky part = my healthstone got counted as used.  WTF BLIZZ.  But yeah…once I got the hang of all the moving and junk, Putricide was hilarious fun.  I could seriously do that fight all day and not get bored.

Blood Princes were a little frustrating in the beginning.  I had disco ball duty, and at first I thought the orange balls were part of the deal, but it’s just the white ones.  I also had issues when both balls appeared on my side of the room and I was supposed to get them because it just took a “little more effort.”  Yeah.  Felpuppies don’t run quickly, and the balls almost always spawned on the complete opposite side from me (i.e., I was at the top running away from the blast thing, the ball spawns near the door).  I eventually got it to siccing Bheez on the *far* or higher up ball while I ran to & SB’d the near ball.

Blood Queen…well, we ran out of time and had some funny dumb wipes, but from what I did of it, it sounds cool.  I was on the list to be bitten, but I never got bitten.  Though, I do need to check if the vehicle bar will pop up in Dominos — it usually does, but apparently this is where your biting ability comes up when you go nuts.   We got to phase 2 and had a MC’d pally running around.  I wondered if I could Fear him or what, but twas a wipe anyway.

They kept telling me to roll on stuff so I can gear up for 25mans.  I got Soulcleave Pendant & Bloodstained Surgeon’s Shoulders.  They kept trying to get me to take the wand, but Pawn & eyeballing it told me mine was better.  Sadface at Gunship not dropping the Icecrown Spire Sandals…it’s either those or me saving up for Sandals of Consecration (1+5 primordial saronite) in order to replace my Naxx 25 Boots of Persuasion.

First Conspiracy/ICC Raid was fun

Ugh Computer You Suck

My computer had been getting progressively louder and hotter, and finally Tuesday night I had had it and turned it in to the university bookstore where they fix your computer.

Fortunately, the tech guy heard the noise it was making and pointed out that it still booted into Windows 7, so it was probably not my hard drive that was making the scratchy sounds but twas the fan.  Another friend had the fan fixed and said he got his back in a few days instead of the weeks they normally take to fix things.

And yeah, I backed up WoW on my external HD and can play it from there.

The idiot reason that patch 3.3 wasn’t backed up, however, is because I used Windows’s backup system instead of the long-ass copying of folders like I normally do.  Windows…like to consolidate it all in this one app whereveer your backup lands which, when you click on it, doesn’t open into folders of whatever you had so you can check that you backed up something correctly, no, it acts like an application and asks you if you want to restore from this one backup.


I just wanted to copy these folders over here.  GAWD IS THAT SO HARD.

Anyhoo…I’ll get around to writing a real post & helping out with the Twisted Nether Wiki and commenting on some posts I see and stuffs I want to blog about…when I can actually get into my notes and stuff that I backed up on Tuesday, whether that’s by finding it on my xHD or getting my computer back.

Also my priest hit 30. Woo!

Ugh Computer You Suck

Unexpected Fun

Quick Question

I was reading some Righteous Orbs today, and I noticed in the linkage there was Anea with some blogging tips and I was like “omg, more stuff for the wiki?” and she had some more links and things, and now I have a Firefox window with almost ten tabs up of stuff for the Blogger 101 page.

But.  I’m wondering. Should I ask bloggers before I put things on the wiki?  I mean, I already pulled out what I used to get started blogging, and I linked / cited everything.  But I’m wondering if I need to ask if I see something in the future and think “Oh, that would be great for the wiki!” or if just citing/liking it is okay enough.

It feels kind of like the whole click-through debate on feedreaders.  Like I’m being the feedreader almost & yanking some content off your site, even though I keep it completely yours.

Bloggers out there reading this, should I ask or can I cite/link?

ANYWAY…back to the real reason for the blog post.

That Unexpected Fun … PvP

I went a-PvPing on my baby disc priest.

Now.  Normally, I hate PvP. I am terrible at it on my lock.  I have no reaction whatsoever.  Well, actually, that’s not quite true, I have excellent reaction time.  It’s more the “what spell do I use?” confusion that happens and I flail about until the ganker completely wtfpwns me.

But PvE, I love PvE! I consider myself to have excellent reflexive skills in PvE, whether it comes to tanking or healing or warlocking. So I figured I was just one of those people who can do PvE superbly but just naturally f(l)ails at PvP.

Then I figured I needed an experiment of sorts.  Y’know, practice makes perfect?  So if I force myself to PvP, maybe I will suck less? So I rolled a priest figuring I’d at least get more responses to HALP as a healer than I would any other role.  Plus, bubble priests are intriguing, especially after playing a druid and hearing all this “omg disc + tree = amazing!” chatter.

And, y’know, maybe I was having fun because I was in the battleground with my boyfriend, but there were points when my belf wasn’t next to his troll but I was still having fun.  On this PvP realm, I really don’t like questing because I don’t want to be bothered with some asshat Ally ganking me for kicks.  So I figured what would happen is I’d level professions (tailoring + enchanting again) in UC or Org and LFD my way to 80.  Which would be a bit of an experiment in itself, because I’ve almost always solo’d my way to 80.  Yeah, I did a few dungeons on my warlock when she was younger, but from about Scarlet Monastery on, I rocked out by myself.  So yeah, this priest has had more PuG interaction before 80 than all my other toons combined.

But after my first battleground (AB), I wanted to keep going.  And I forgot what time it was.  Forgetting what the time is and being sad that it’s bedtime already is my definition of fun.  🙂  And WSG is not as much fun as AB in my limited opinion.  But I learned a lot.

For one, my PvE UI sucked for BGs.  First AB there were bars everywhere on my screen and it was cluttered and more clusterfuck healing than anything.    I realized the importance of seeing all of my target’s buffs & debuffs; normally, in my previous PvE UI, I had the target buffs & debuffs off to the side and nearly transparent in opacity, because the only ones I really cared about were the ones *I* put on there, whether that was DoTs or HoTs.

PvP?  It helps to know if you need to dispel something or if they can suffer through it.  Also, nameplates.  I use them to target a lot of the time, actually.  I just click on them in the playing field.  Currently I like Tidy Plates: Clean Plates.  And while I don’t really care about the totems of my team, having nameplates up for friendlies is cool.  Nameplates with cast bars are also awesome. Though, I do need to see if I can bind a key to toggling just the friendly nameplates; I don’t need them in dungeons, really.

As for actual PvP tactics: one of the hints my bf told me was that in PvP your job as a healer is to keep everyone alive, not necessarily topped off.  Keeping them topped off, well, it’s practically ingrained in me from PvE.  So it was hard not to waste mana on buffing someone and then throwing a renew on them to heal the increase in stamina.

The combination of the PvE dungeons where sometimes a tank will pull almost more than my mana can handle and the PvP battleground where being oom is dangerous if I can’t get out of combat & into a safe drinking spot…it’s taught me why disc priests and trees are an awesome combo.  Power Word: Shield helps mitigate some damage, so often I throw it up when I first see you.  It gives me time…time for a HoT to tick, but also time for me to get to a spot to either cast a longer heal.  I’ll often also throw a renew on a melee but a PW:S on a caster, because while under a shield, you don’t get interrupts.  From playing a warlock, I know interrupts just make it longer to do anything, whereas in melee, I would think you have to be stunned actually.  But I’m not completely sure on it.

But I’m also learning not to always shield & then renew. I’m figuring out the rate at which my renew ticks for, so sometimes you don’t need a shield because the renew will keep you up and the mob dies or the enemy moves on by the time the renew falls off.  And sometimes a shield is all you need, because once you kill that mage who’s almost dead anyway, your natural health regen will resume once you leave combat, mount up, and run off to the Stables.

It’s a completely fun learning experience, actually, instead of the deathfest I thought it would be.  YAY AWESOME SURPRISES! 🙂

Unexpected Fun

Secrets, Owltrees, & Mages

Before I go into post of textwall, I’d like to thank some people.  Firstly, there’s the whole reason we even had a little romp around the blogosphere — Dristanel of The Physician’s Log.  She thought up this whole thing and gave it a whirl.  Amazing job!  Secondly, there’s Gypsy of Mischief, Magic, & Rocket Science for admiring me!  I really enjoyed the Romeo adaptation; I was ever so tickled by it. 🙂

My stalkee, on the other hand, was a hoot. I laughed for a solid minute upon reading my Secret Admirer assignment email.  I’ve been following Lissanna at Restokin ever since I began to adventure as a treeb (that’s tree n00b), and just a week ago, I joined her guild after TSR exploded.

I am horribly bad at being subtle, and even worse at being concise.  I also fail at spellcheck and kept facepalming that I misspelled Lissanna on my first note.

I’m a Latin nerd, so I figured I’d go with Catullus for my inspiration for love poetry.  Of course, I forgot that most of his love poems are sex poems and the other love poems are really love/hate poems, but I still had fun in the end.

Lissanna guessed it was me on the first go due to my notorious writing length.  But hey, I tried.  That was one of the short Catullus poems!  Well, I mean, yeah, Catullus 2b is really short, but that would have be so terribly awkward…

HEY YOU! Don’t you want to learn some Latin?!  Oh I know you do.  Have some Latin…

“Fel For You” adapts Catullus 5

Vivamus, mea Lissana, atque amemus,
All those rumors of those stern old raiders,
Let us value them at mere EP!
Daily quests are finished and reoffered, but
Us, with our soulbound love, can be finished only once.
That lunar eclipse which procs is one forever lagful buff.
Give me a thousand souls, then a hundred.
Then, another thousand, and a second hundred.
Then, yet another thousand, and a hundred.
Then, when the meter has tallied the many thousands,
Shake the abyssal bag, so that no raid may know the number,
And become jealous when they see
How many shards we have shared.

Catullus would forgive me for this libel if ever he /focus’d such downy elegance as you.

CATULLUS 5 | Famously known from its first line, “Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus,” or “Let us live, my Lesbia, and love.”  Lesbia is code-name for Catullus’s lover; scholars say she was Clodia (Claudia) Metelli.  Supposedly there were rumors of Catullus having an affair with a senator’s wife, hence the urging of the poem to forget rumors of old men and just love each other.  The poem is also somewhat famous for its metaphorical imagery of a sun setting into forever night, like eternal love through life & death.

MY NOTE | Yeah, at 13 lines, it’s a short Catullus poem.  Well…although Lissanna guessed it based on length, it’s still rather obvious it’s me.  I mean, the other obvious Latin-lover is a dwarf priest & this is clearly a warlock’s work.  I tried to incorporate the sun rising & setting with daily quests & rollover.  And then the obvious raiding references.

“Enchanted by You” adapts Catullus 13

You will have [Fish Feast]s at my house, Lissanna,
In a few resets, please the RNG Boss,
if you bring with you [Musselback Sculpin] and plenty of [Nettlefish],
not forgetting such soft amber [Tree of Life] form,
and [Nourish] and [Swiftmend] and all [Rejuvenation].
If, I /say, you bring all this, my [Lifebloom]ing friend,
you will have [Fish Feast]s; for the backpack
of your Secret Admirer is full of [Iceweb Spider Silk].
But OTOH you will have from me love’s very soulstone,
of what is greener or more purple than love, if pinker there be,
for I will give you some [“Enchantress” Perfume] which
the Eonars & Peddlefeets gave to my avatar
and when you receive its buff, you will pray to the RNG Boss
to make you, Lissanna, nothing but a /focus.

May the [Celestial Focus] make generous haste to bring us into the same party together, so that I may be touched healingly by your everlasting [Tranquility]. 🙂

CATULLUS 13 | My favorite.  It’s also rather playful, errrr, more so than most of the other love poems.  Catullus is actually inviting his friend, Fabullus, to dinner, and it’s to his lady or Lesbia to whom the perfume was given by the gods, but I adapted it a bit.  Catullus lists off things you need for a party — a pretty girl, wine, wit, and lots of loud laughter — but he can’t provide these things, because he doesn’t have money to spend (purse of cobwebs).  But he can give you this amazing perfume!  It’s the thought that counts, right?

MY NOTE | While professing my warlocky admiration on the first go, I forgot to mention all Lissanna’s wonderful attributes.  I particularly have been reading restokin for the tree info, so I chose to mention all the wonderful healy things.  Since this poem asks the friend to bring things, I figured I would use the in-game bracket notation, but I didn’t want to actually link things in case the comment got spammed.  Although the purse is actually full of cobwebs in the poem, I’m a tailor, so I do actually have a ton of Iceweb Spider Silk.  My warlock is also an enchanter, so the “Enchantress” Perfume was excellent being a spellpower buff & a reference to my other profession.  Also slight hint of Eonar, my warlock’s former realm.

“Your Love is an Unstable Affliction” adapts Catullus 11

Creepy?  How would a warlock love otherwise?  Oh, but the silly dwarf does not understand our Soul Link!

Pwneria and Aspida, who will be my fellow-travellers,
whether I make my way even to distant Theramore,
where the shore is beaten by the far-resounding
eastern wave,

or to Gilneas and soft Dalaran,
or to the Arathorians and seadogs of Kul Tiras,
or those orchards which the hidden Elwynn Falls
dye with their floods,

or whether I will tramp through Valley of the Heroes,
to visit the memorials of great Turalyon,
the Hushed Bank or the formidable Lordaerons,
remotest of men…

I wish you would join me in Stormwind in the Magic Quarter for a picnic lunch.  Should you not wish the commotion of wanton staring your presence will definitely incur, you can leave a note with the bartender, Jarel Moor.

CATULLUS 11 | I was torn whether I should go with the Sappho imitation or the sparrow poem (y’know, those other famous Catullus love poems), but I finally settled on this, remembering I should be hinting my identity, not just having fun with things.  I adapted the first half of the poem; the second half is an expression of love/hate & the breakup.  The part that I adapted?  It’s more or less just imagery of how far Catullus travels and the wonderful places he goes.  Ooooo old ancient epic stuff.

MY NOTE | Well, the first part before the poem is a reply to a comment below my 2nd note.  Yeah, it’s possibly creepy if you didn’t know this was a blogging event, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity for another warlock pun, y’know.  Anyway, the two friends Catullus refers to in the poem are Marcus Furius Bibaculus (a poet who wrote about eveyday experiences in the Forum) and Marcus Aurelius Cotta Maximus Messalinus (a senator and consul in the 1st century).  Yep, Roman names are a mouthful.  Go geneaology!  So naturally I picked a bank alt name for Furius and my pally for Aurelius, an upstanding member of the community who’s slacked off & stuck at level 20.  Then, as a final clue that I’m a human warlock, not a belf one, I proceeded to switch out the names of the places with some of the seven human kingdoms and lore.  In order, by Catullus/WoW: India/Theramore, Hyrcania/Gilneas, Arabia/Dalaran, Sacae/Arathorians, Parthia/Kul Tiras, Nile/Elwynn Falls, Alps/Valley of the Heroes, Julius Caesar/Turalyon, Gaulish Rhine/Hushed Bank, and Britons/Lordaerons.  I tried to match it up some, but with my little knowledge of human lore and really, WoW lore in general, it was mostly fudged.  Finally, Jarel Moor is the bartender in The Slaughtered Lamb, in the basement of which are the warlock trainers for Stormwind.

Well…I had tons of fun with this whole commenting thing, anyway. 🙂

Secrets, Owltrees, & Mages

Secret Admirer!

I love memes.  Or un-memes.  Especially if they have sequels.  Or projects shared across bloggers.  I don’t really know why.

Anywho, The Physician’s Log has suggested a Secret Santa-like thing, except it’s Valentine’s Day, so, of course, it’s Secret Admirer, not Santa.

Which means I get to stalk a blog over the weekend.  Actually, I figure I will stalk 15 blogs over the weekend, since, like Miss Medicina, I want to see if I can figure out the whole puzzle!  The reward is a custom RSS icon by Dristanel (The Physician’s Log), but really, I consider the reward if I can successfully leave comments without giving away too much in the first one…I’m horribly bad at surprises.

I also fail at timing things, because I woke up thinking today was Friday but it’s totally not…oh well.  Sorry, SA!

Secret Admirer!

What’s in a name…

The only other Poneria in the ENTIRE GAME is on…

Elune. The server I wish to transfer to.  WAT.

So…Pwneria, Ponneria, Ponerria, Ponerya, Ponerea, Ponera, Poneriia…

Fimlys came up with Pwneria, calling it Gr33k = Greek + 1337.

Ponera probably won’t work because I just *know* then there will be some kind of joke about why I call myself Ponera but I can’t make mana muffins…

Poniria…is not going to work.  I’m sorry, I’m a Latin nerd at heart, I just can’t handle my i’s next to my r’s like that.

I already have a Ponn on Elune, btw.

Amadruada, on the other hand, is completely unique.  Astrape is not so unique (there are lots of shamans named that, hmmm, maybe because it means LIGHTNING), but there are none on Elune.

Also, there will be a warrior of some sort named Aristeia for my future worgen.  Greek nerds should know why.

What’s in a name…

Farewell, TSR: you were fantastic to me

I applied to Lissanna’s guild, <Conspiracy> on Elune-US and they’ve given me a go-ahead to try to prove myself.  Conspiracy, I plan to transfer tonight after I’ve said my goodbyes.

And I posted my goodbye post on the TSR forums.  Probably the last post I will ever make there, but I really hope that isn’t true.  I’m leaving some toons on Eonar, taking mainly my raiding ones to Elune.

I’m saying goodbye to TSR in-game tonight.  They’ve been my family, I can’t just leave it with a forum post.  It doesn’t feel right.

I figure an update to my about page will occur at some point.

I’m so sorry, Robes,

– Meg, HoT Furry Meg, Ele-Meg-Tal, Undead Meg, Pone, the firecracker, flaskmaker, bad punner, Tig’s college buddy, “she used colors in her app”

Farewell, TSR: you were fantastic to me

Saying Goodbye

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.”



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.

Lost Puppy

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.

Saying Goodbye

Tattered Robes

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.

Tattered Robes

Addicted to TNB

Seriously, overnight addiction.

I sat in on my first TNB Live and it was absolute fun.  Listening to the live podcast while chatting is a lot like being in a partial pug while being in Vent with guildies.  It’s absolutely hilarious on the one end and when the two ends combine.

Yes, I took notes. Again.  This time the guest was Miss Medicina.  There were some links I forgot to save from the chat, so I might wait until TN puts up their short transcript before I put up my notesy review.

Other news: I volunteered to help out with the Twisted Nether Wiki, since apparently it’s somewhat backlogged.  As the blogcast was partying onward, one of the email questions that came up was from a wannabe blogger who was inspired by the blogcast.  Fim & Nib wanted to point this new guy to the Twisted Nether Wiki’s Blogger 101 page, but, alas, there’s almost nothing there!

So I’m taking it as my first venture into the Twisted Nether Wiki.  After all, Nibuca completely pwns at affliction warlocking on Raider101, so, I gotta do something.

Anyway, I call upon you bloggers!  This blog is barely over a month old, so I have some advice, but not much. Give me your tips or hints for new bloggers to put on the TNWiki. Of course, you will get credit where it’s due; I like to think I’m just a ponderer & collector of thoughts to put it all in one place.  You can either comment here, or drop me some quick tips via Twitter (@slowpoker).

Edit: I started the Blogger 101 page on the TNW.  It’s just a skeleton for now, mainly since I just realized it’s 6am and maybe that’s why it doesn’t quite look right to me at the moment.  Feel free to add to it or change it or give me some advice on how it should look, etc.

Addicted to TNB