
Based on observation, conversation, and personal libation, I’ve reached an important conclusion:
Priests are drinkers.
That’s gotta mean something.

Based on observation, conversation, and personal libation, I’ve reached an important conclusion:
Priests are drinkers.
That’s gotta mean something.
Posted as my response to the Eleventh Hour Challenge:
Bah!
Another season, another senseless war.
It seems as soon as I patch them up, the warriors and knights run headlong into adventure and knives and long sticks with pointy bits on the end and back they come for me to wrap them up again. The ceaseless sounds of battle echo in my head when I sit sewing, as I perform my small enchantments over weak blades- when I’m asleep, even! And in the midst of the noise and dust and fearsome clanging, back my companions come, bleeding and broken and battered as if I’d never ministered to them in the first place.
I’ve had it, I tell you!
My mind, I think, had been made up for some time when I saw it: tucked into a hillside in this place called the Blasted Lands. Red rocks basking in the sun around it, buzzards keening in the air, and always, always the sound of distant thunder threatening from the mountains. Even the occasional crystalhide couldn’t deter this feeling. I had come, at long last, home.
Brother Mahar Ba at Nethergarde Keep has tried to deter me. He says the swirling portal to the south keeps spitting out weird creatures from Outland’s desert, and that the orcs are most pressing in their desire to keep the sanctum sanctorum of their heathen Dreadmaul Hold.
He’s told me the local miners are desperate for medical assistance- apparently there’s some trouble down the mine- which does not surprise me. When I attempted to find someone in charge in the Keep, the place appeared to be all but abandoned! Even their cellar was quite empty of provisions. These people need me.
At last I might sit upon the rocks and warm my fragile bones in the blinding sunshine this place has in abundance. I might finally practice my sewing without the frantic hustle and bustle Dalaran offers without respite! Perhaps in time I shall even delve deeper into the art of enchantment.
And then when I stumbled upon my home- well, it was as though the Gods had spoken. Just needs a bit of mucking out.
I love this Blasted Lands place.
It is unchanging. It is immune from the vagaries of the hectic world. It is perfect, and here I shall stay.
WE KNOW THAT multiple zones will be destroyed, remade, or otherwise rendered differently once Cataclysm drops on our delicate little noggins. So far as we know, those zones are:
We’ll miss these areas when they’re gone, and sit around the Inn in Ironforge talking about how newbs these days don’t appreciate the lushness of Thousand Needles and wouldn’t know Auberdine if it fell on their heads.
With that in mind, I’d like to issue an open challenge out there for all bloggers to visit a randomly assigned area and run with it… with a catch. Your character’s mission, should you chose to accept it, will be complicated by a randomly assigned obstacle, tribulation, and/or dilemma facing you in your exploration.
The List of Adversities is is already created, but I’m keeping it under wraps so that everyone’s approach to their tribulation can be a surprise.
THE CHALLENGE: Visit, on your main or a beloved alt, your given zone. Record your thoughts in a visual, verbal, aural, or any other way while referencing your given obstacle (and any successes or failures with which you meet).
THE LOGISTICS: Email me at disciplinaryaction@yahoo.com or post a comment here to get your Zone & Tribulation. Post your results on your blog!
Aaaaand… go!
THIS PAST WEEK, I’ve seen a truly staggering number of WoW blog posts on the subject of WoW burnout. Three blogs I love- Altoholics Anonymous, The Angry Healers, and Wildgrowth- are on extended hiatus, if not mothballed for good. The phrases “pre-expansion malaise” and “I’m just trying out LOTR Online for a bit” are bandied about with abandon. Larisa is saying it, Linedan is saying it, Jaedia is saying it.
It’s all getting me down, man.
Instead of letting this deluge of sad wash us all out to sea, I thought now would be a good time to link to some of the people whose posts and activities of late have kept me interested in WoW, inspired to do new things (or old things I never got around to), and generally are cheering me up no end:
So no more sulking, no more qq, no more Pre-Cataclysm angst for this priest! To the Picnic Tables of Booty Bay!!
Lately I’ve been racking up massive numbers of PUGs with the LFD tool in order to keep my alts in the heirloom style to which they have become accustomed (the ungrateful bastards! Why, in MY day, I leveled as a holy priest with a broken dagger and half a cape, and was damn grateful for it! Uphill both ways to Molten Core through-… ahem, excuse me).
But my point, and I do have one, was that I realized last night that I’ve been creating a mental list of Instant Tank Judgements. We all know that someone with a name like ‘Ipwnulolz’ will likely require the patience of a saint, but there are more subtle signs.
There’s that inescapable, thoroughly subconscious, internal checklist that makes us think, Oh, God, I should just drop now and get it over with that we run through before anyone even opens their mouth. I’d be totally interested to hear someone else’s, but without further ado, here are my own:
Good Tanks
Bad Tanks
DKs are emphatically not on my list; certainly Outland runs they tend to be much hazier on the mechanical details, but they don’t seem to be any more or less personally obnoxious than any other tanking class. Man, they sure do get a bum rap, though.