[Story] Ashenvale – Nimrathis’s Visit

Nimrathis was thankful he had the dumplings in his pouch for the long walk back to his own camp. Bear had offered, and hadn’t seemed very interested in eating them himself, rather he had been roasting a fish over the fire when Nimrathis arrived that night. Maybe Bear was tired of them? Nimrathis couldn’t imagine getting tired of dumplings, perfect little savory bites surrounded by soft dough. But if that sentinel brought them to Bear every night, maybe he was. Nimrathis was certain he’d never get tired of them, no matter how many the sentinels brought him. And Zhyra did, sometimes, but her visits were rare. He was always glad to see her, because it meant she had brought supplies he wouldn’t need to go and get for himself — and of course, dumplings. Some nights he thought it might almost worth going back to the town if it meant he got them every night. It was something to consider, at least. But having so many people around made him nervous, even if they weren’t paying him any mind, their presence was there, like an insistent insect in his ear. It was much easier to keep focused here, away from everyone else. Short visits were fine, and Zhyra and Bear never stayed long anyway.

But Bear had said something that worried Nimrathis. He wanted nails and a stove, to make his shelter better, he said. Nimrathis thought Bear’s shelter was good enough — not as good as a cave, of course, but one couldn’t always find a suitable cave. It had walls and a roof, and didn’t fall over in the wind. Why did he need anything else? Because of the sentinel, Zhyra’s friend, the one who brought dumplings for Bear all the time. He wanted her to stay with him, and he thought she would like a nicer shelter. Nimrathis didn’t much like the idea, for one she would be there when he went to Bear’s camp. He might interrupt something he’d rather not see. And it meant that Bear would be staying in this one place, sending down roots. He would be far less likely to go to new places if he had  a real home and someone waiting there. What Bear had said was true: Nimrathis himself had stayed in the same cave for several years now. It was a good cave. But Nimrathis could leave anytime he wanted to, nothing kept him there. He was free to go where he wished. Now he was worried that the same wouldn’t be true of Bear.

In spite of himself, Nimrathis found himself curious about the sentinel. Of course he’d wondered what it might be like, having someone there all the time, to help him hunt and cook. He was more curious about the other things, but Bear didn’t talk about that despite Nimrathis’s asking. He was quite certain Zhyra wouldn’t ever want to do any of those things, at least not with him. Hearing about it was the only way Nimrathis would know what it was like. He supposed he could just ask her, but he wasn’t certain what her answer would be — or if he’d like it either way. Yes, part of him wanted company, but only sometimes. He valued his solitude and his meditations just as well, he doubted she’d understand that. He crested the hill leading to his camp, just as the morning sun began to filter through the trees. It would be hot today, and Nimrathis was eager to retreat to the coolness of his cave. And thankfully he had a few dumplings left, should he get hungry.

[Screenshots] Class Mounts

I’ve been keeping up with my weekly chores on the alts, so I was able to start working on getting class mounts Tuesday. I haven’t finished them all yet (more about that in a second), but I thought I’d post the ones I have so far. I do like the little cut-scenes you get at the end where you actually get the mount, some of them are pretty cool.

Like the class campaigns, though, they vary widely in difficulty. Most of my alts are around 850 ilevel, so they’re not especially well geared. Monk was really easy, and didn’t even have an elite to kill. The only one that’s really given me trouble so far is Warrior, even at 862 in Prot spec I’ve been unable to kill even the first challenger. I need to wait for a nerf or for him to get more gear, I guess. Warlock had to get an item from a Legion invasion, so I had to wait 7 hours for that. He also had to buy expensive crafted things from the Auction House. But hands down the worst is Rogue. They have to assassinate a target in each of the enemy faction cities. Which would be okay if they were scenarios, but nope, they’re on live. From what I’ve read, the Silvermoon target (the first one for Alliance rogues) also has a super long respawn time. I’m hoping for a nerf, otherwise it’s going to be a very long time before I get the rogue mount, which is disappointing because it’s one of the ones I actually liked.

Druid is very underwhelming, too. Not only do I find it incredibly ugly, it’s not actually a proper mount, it’s just a change to flight form. If you bought the very expensive Glyph of the Sentinel, you have to pay to switch back and forth between them. It also lacks an idle pose, a perch pose, a walking/ground pose, uses the old form sounds, and cannot be used in no-fly areas.

All the mounts (that are proper mounts, not druid form) can be used by other alts of the same class, however. I’ve read that druids can use the new owl if they have flying learned, in Moonglade. I haven’t gone to test it though, because in all honesty I don’t want to use it.

Visually, I think I like the Death Knight one best so far. Their movie was really cool too. (Though the actual quest I didn’t like! You’ll see why if you do it. I corpse ran rather than follow orders.) I also really like the Monk cat because he talks to you!

[Story] Nimrathis’s Journal

The demons make the forest feel strange and un-natural, little eyes watching from places they shouldn’t be. I didn’t see any on the trip over to the lake, but I know they are still there. The woods are ill, feverish, and the infection has to be removed before it causes more harm. It’s more difficult when they hide. I’ve killed a few, ones that have wandered too close to my camp. I had to use the stick, because I didn’t dare touch them myself. I’ve seen what can happen to things that get too close to demons. I know the sentinels hunt them too, they make regular patrols and I see them often. Sometimes the one brings me food, but I know Bear gets dumplings nearly every night. I wanted some. I haven’t had dumplings in ages, especially fresh warm ones.

When I got there, he didn’t have any dumplings. I guess the sentinel hadn’t come by yet. He did have some fish though, which he generously shared. It wasn’t nearly as good as dumplings, but still good. Bear was concerned that the water might be tainted by the demons, I know in some places it runs slow and stagnant, a place like that would be easy for the sickness to settle in. But he says the druids in the town were able to cleanse it. I’m glad for that, because I don’t want the water to be tainted. All of us, and all of the animals would suffer for it. But I don’t really like druids very much. I just know they’re in town right now, eating all of the hot, fresh dumplings. They probably aren’t even wearing any shirts. All of the sentinels are looking at them and trying to talk to them. Bear said that’s probably why his sentinel was late. He might be right, I don’t know.

He wanted to get her a gift, for bringing dumplings. I thought it was just part of their duty to make sure that we didn’t starve. If they are making us stay here, after all, they should be responsible for our care. I suggested flowers, though it’s too early for most kinds to be blooming yet. Bear didn’t like that idea, he said she could look at flowers by herself, but perhaps if he put them into a pot. He also thought about getting her fish, to put into a small pond. I know there’s a large one out behind the sentinels’ quarters, but it’s quite large and I’m certain there are already fish there. I guess a few more wouldn’t hurt. But then the gift wouldn’t really be for her, so much as all the sentinels. Most of them aren’t very friendly and I know I wouldn’t want to give them a gift.

Mine is all right. She comes by to check on me now and then. When it was raining she brought a new blanket, and took my old one to be repaired. It hasn’t been brought back yet which might mean that it’s too damaged. I liked that blanket, but the new one is good too, so I can’t really complain. I guess I would like more dumplings. If Bear gets them every night I should come by his camp more often. But he probably doesn’t want to share them every night, I know I wouldn’t.

She did show up eventually. Bear thought she was probably eating with the druids, and maybe she was, because it took a long time for her to get there. But she had a basket of warm dumplings, so neither of us said anything. She seemed really surprised to see me. She said she thought the demons had got me, or maybe the orcs. I am not sure if it was a joke or not.

[Story] Soloridan

Soloridan scattered soil over the remains of the fire, watching until the last wisps of smoke finally faded from sight. He doubted that the rangers would come looking for him, but it was always best to be safe. Scourge would avoid fires, but living people would not.

You were always too stubborn for your own good, Solo.

Soloridan could hear Tanris’s voice as if it had been yesterday. He could even hear the feigned exasperation, the way he’d shake his head when he said it. And he’d always hated that nickname, especially now when it seemed more prophetic than cute. He had been on his own since the Scourge attacked, moving to various sheltered places in the forest. Some were ruins, which were the most comfortable, but in the last few years people had begun to return to them again. There were fewer ruins to camp in now. Going back to his own house was out of the question; even if there was any of it standing other than charred beams and crumbling walls, there were too many memories. He didn’t want to take the risk of seeing anyone he’d once known. Most of the time, Scourge were too far decayed to recognize — but not always.

He’d taken note of the rangers before, they always patrolled the same routes, though there were different ones at different times of day. It was simple enough to hide from view when the patrol was due. He hadn’t know about the late-night one though, with Scourge — correction, not Scourge. They looked and smelled like Scourge, but they still had their minds — or so the rangers claimed. They made Soloridan nervous, because he knew it was only a matter of time before their minds would break down. It wasn’t well documented what happened to sentient undead when that happened, but he imagined that it wasn’t good. They had them in the village too, in the same shops and buildings that he’d shopped in his old life. It was repulsive to see them there.

He had finally talked himself into approaching them, to offer his services and expertise. After years of stalking and killing them, he considered himself skilled in the subject, though of course there was much he didn’t know. He suspected there must be some magical way to dispatch them, but he had no magical training at all. Ordinary fire was very effective, but posed the risk of setting the rest of the forest ablaze — something Soloridan wanted to avoid, having witnessed the Scorched Grove himself. The captain had seemed intrigued, and directed him to the trainer, but things seemed all wrong from there. The man was a fellow veteran, had even lost a leg in the attacks, but had outlandish ideas about how to combat the Scourge menace. And he spoke more about killing spiders and bats. Soloridan had no desire to destroy the living things that belonged here in the woods, distasteful as they may be. Perhaps the rabid bats, so they didn’t spread their disease further, but that didn’t seem like a ranger’s job.

Frowning, he fastened the straps on his heavy pack and hefted it onto his back. It carried his bedroll and his little cup and pot for cooking, his carving knife, as well as all of his weapons. Most had been scavenged from the ruined estates; some farm tools and building tools, whatever had enough weight and heft to break bone. The head had to be removed from the rest of the body to effectively stop one, even better if it could be crushed entirely. Soloridan had been surprised to learn just how difficult it could be to crush a skull, especially when the rest of the body was still clawing at you.

You could go back. You’d have someone to talk to, at least.

Soloridan’s ears twitched faintly. Someone alive, Tanris meant. Talking to the dead wasn’t something healthy, especially for someone who hunted undead. But living people were much more difficult, he’d learned that lesson well enough yesterday. Oddly, the person he had talked to the most was the death knight, after the others had gone back to their cabins for the night. It was an unsettling feeling, half of him wanted to stay and talk while the other felt his hunter’s instincts urging him to take advantage of the opportunity. In the end he did neither, instead studying the death knight and trying to discover what made him different from the other Scourge. Maybe that’s why they had him there too, to better learn and understand the enemy. That would make sense. Little else of what they said had, though.

[Screenshots] Alt Week – Monk

I forgot about Alt Week because I’ve been so busy with new Timeless Isle stuff! It’s monk time, all right!

Nimrathis

Nimrathis

Though he’s only 74 right now, I think of Nim as my “real” monk. He’s the only one who is a new character, and not a variant of one of my existing ones. Story-wise, he was exiled for his heretical theories about Elune, and he spent his time alone in the wilds developing his various techniques. I’ve adapted them a bit to fit kaldorei; for instance he draws on the bear, saber, and tallstrider for inspiration rather than the ox, tiger, and crane. He’s currently a Mistweaver and I am really enjoying it, though IC he’s a windwalker.

Berwick Amberlight

Berwick Amberlight

Berwick (here using his ridiculous real name that he hates) is my only level 90 monk so far. He’s brewmaster spec but I really have no clue what I’m doing, it was just less squishy for leveling. In-character he isn’t a monk at all, I just wanted a male blood elf and his name was free, so there we are. He’s currently living in Pandaria though, so I may eventually pull that into his storyline.

Vassanta

Vassanta

Monk-Vassanta developed her techniques from watching the Auchenai monks, and from sparring with Jaeyn. She’ll most likely be a Brewmaster as well, given her history 😉 She was leveled with RAF and is still level 80, but once she’s 90 she has a whole bunch of Timeless items waiting for her!

Toruviel

Toruviel

“Toruviel” is the fake name that Sath’alor used while he was staying at the Peak of Serenity. He was level-granted to 30 with RaF, and I don’t know if I’ll ever really level him or not. But he’s here because he’s above level 20! I do quite like his name, but it’s taken on WrA.

[Screenshots] Adventures in Mistweaving

nim_misty

I’ve always liked healing, ever since Vanilla, but I hadn’t tried it out with monk yet. I decided to switch my 60-some Nelf monk to Mistweaver so I could learn — admittedly kind of late to start. But fortunately, BC dungeons have been really easy so far and I haven’t had any problems. I’m totally clueless about the synergy though, I have a lot to learn. But I’m having fun with him, and he looks really cute when he does his hand-wavey mist stuff. His ponytail moves too!

I’m also working on my resto shaman, she’s 82 now. She’s been really fun and easy so far too, save for her last dungeon which was kind of a disaster. I don’t think it was my fault really — the tank had like 33k HP to my 46k, and he was taking huge spikes… AND on top of that one of the dps kept standing in bad. But still it kind of shook my confidence a bit.  I’d like to eventually get her to 90 and LFR ready, because I think chain heal would be super fun there!

[Story] Sath’alor’s Meditations

The bear gave me another book to write my thoughts in. I’m not sure if he plans to read it, I kind of hope he doesn’t because he might not like some of the things I wrote about bears. I doubt they can read Thalassian anyway. So now like the girl, I’m trapped here. I can’t leave. I guess I could — I don’t think they would physically restrain me, but I’m a danger to everyone else if I leave. Especially myself. I mean, maybe it’s all just some elaborate fantasy they have thought up to frighten children (cubs?) but something about his expression made me believe him. What do I have to lose? At least I have a warm place to sleep. And this place really isn’t so bad, aside from the lack of shoes.

Oh yes, I don’t have shoes now either. Inside, the floors are smooth and warm so you don’t miss them, but outside you certainly notice. I was never one to spend too much time inside, so I miss my shoes a lot. And it is beautiful here, in a very lonely sort of way. The huge mountains are covered with mist and they make you feel very small and unimportant. At night, the wind echoes through the valleys and sounds like crying. I found a place where I can sit and look over the edge — there’s a tree I could grab onto if I feel like I’m going to fall. On days when it’s clear you can see the ocean far below, just a little smudge of blue.

Am I better? I don’t know the answer to that. I felt okay before. I’ve been breathing the sage smoke and sitting in the meditation room, as the bear said to do. I know what meditation is. In that moment just before you release an arrow, when you can hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel every muscle, and you hold your breath so it flies true. Shooting well takes a kind of mediation too, I tried to explain it to the bear and I think he understood, in a way. But then he said something about my spirit being the weapon instead. That’s not even what I was talking about. I didn’t think I cared how long I had to stay here, I didn’t have anywhere else I needed to be. I mean, I’d like to go hunting with Clementine some days. The food here is pretty bland and it’s noodles almost every day. Not that I don’t like noodles, but what I would really like is some meat. There are goats on the nearby cliffs, and yaks down on the grasslands, if you cooked up some of that with the noodles… that would be very filling. Clementine goes to hunt on her own, I hope she’ll take pity on me and bring something back one of these days. Maybe I can convince the bears to try it.

But now this news about Dalaran… I was talking to that girl last night and she mentioned that things had happened there. She said people had been killed or imprisoned. I knew I should have kept Isandri from marrying that ranger! If she hadn’t, she would be safe at home right now, working in Father’s shop. I don’t know if she’s alive, but I have to find out. Unless the bears are willing to let me leave, the only way to do that is a letter. Something still keeps me from writing, I’m not sure if it’s doubt or guilt or something else. And Kestrae, unless she went back to Silvermoon. I have to pray that she did. Maybe Dalaran reminded her too much — but she had the house, and the cats. And her friends. She wouldn’t have wanted to leave. They could all be dead, or imprisoned. For what? The girl wasn’t sure, but it had something to do with the human mages. If Kestrae and Aeramin were doing illegal magic… I’m trying not to think about what might have happened. But I can’t write to them, I don’t know where they are. I can write about Isandri — if I can make myself do it. What if it just makes things worse? Maybe they’ve already forgotten about me and moved on, and are grieving her now? Perhaps it would be better left alone.

Aranae’s sister had a baby. She doesn’t even want to see it. I wonder if Isandri had one by now.