I forgot to post this yesterday. My rogue, my first character on a pvp realm to max level has obtained the legendary cloak! This makes six for me, and the first time I’ve done the melee dps challenge, though I found it to be fairly easy, and very similar to the ranged challenge. He also got the achievement for my little level 1 vanity guild that I made for him. Go Tik!
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I apologize for the lack of stories lately. I got hit with a nasty cold earlier this week, and the best I’ve been able to do is log in and hit random buttons for combat. Thinking isn’t really needed for that, right? Anyway, to make up for the lack of stories, here’s some screenshots. Luckily, the cold is clearing up, so I should be able to write something soon!
I’ve also been trying out flex raiding on my horde lock through Open Raid. It’s been really fun, and I’ve learned a lot that I can take with Vin when she does normal modes, and with Jaeyn for our flex group. Here’s a few screenshots of the second wing:
Warlock #2 defeated Kanrethad this morning! To be honest, it wasn’t as hard the second time, except I kept dying to stupid mistakes. For some reason, Livestream isn’t auto-uploading the videos lately, so have a screenshot instead!
I grouped her up with Jaeyn to cross realm her over to get a screenshot of my locks together. Aeramin was appalled that he had to stand next to a dwarf.
And some others…
Vaelarian Ashclaw crouched in the tall grass overlooking the small valley. A copse of trees obscured most of the view, but he could see the trail leading out, and he could hear the saw. There was a small harpy population living in this area of the Barrens, one of the few places with enough trees in the region. While Vaelarian could care less about the harpies, he didn’t want them forced to move north. He loathed even the thought of having to deal with them in his camp on a daily basis. It was better for both him and the harpies if they could keep their trees where they were.
On the further side of the valley, he saw the top of one of the trees start to tip. Even from this distance, he could hear the wood crack as the noise from the saw stopped. The branches made sharp crackling noises as they hit against other trees and snapped on the way toward the ground.
He moved around the ledge overlooking the valley. The less time he had to spend in harpy territory, the better. No doubt they were already aggravated. Vaelarian decided it was best if he didn’t make it worse.
He made his way around to the closest he could get to where the tree fell, planning his quickest route to the area while dealing with as few harpies as possible. He slipped down the steep bank and took cover in a bush next to one of the trees. He could clearly see the saw machine from his hiding spot. A goblin sat in the seat operating the saw. Vaelarian stayed back, watching, as some orcs entered the area. The saw had already cut the limbs from the tree. All that remained was a log. The three orcs hefted it up on their shoulders and carried it down the path out of view.
Vaelarian slipped in closer as the orcs left. The saw operator had already started on another tree. The goblin running the machine was oblivious to the old kaldorei inching closer behind him. He didn’t even have a chance to call out as the elf grabbed him from behind. Vaelarian made it fast, slitting the goblin’s tiny throat, nearly decapitating him, then dropped him back into the seat of the saw machine. Blood covered the controls of the machine, not that Vaelarian was even going to attempt to turn it off. It would have to run out of power eventually. He quickly rummaged through some documents kept in a small drawer inside the machine. He grabbed some that looked important, as well as some that didn’t look as important but were blank on one side. He took the pencil left in the bottom of the drawer too, and quickly left the scene. The machine was still running. Maybe one of the orcs carrying the logs would know how to turn it off, or if they didn’t, maybe they could maim themselves trying.
He hurried back to his camp in the hills. He piled the important looking papers into a stack he intended to take to Astranaar soon. He sat with the paper that was blank on one side, and began to write with the stolen pencil.
(Letter written on old, dirty, bloodied paper. On the opposite side of the paper is proof of ownership of a goblin shredder written in Orcish.)
The Barrens are dangerous now. I am assisting the Sentinels in gathering information, as well as making it difficult for the orcs to accomplish anything. I am fine, but I won’t be able to visit soon.
The orcs and trolls have been killing each other in the Barrens. We have little information to go on, though word has arrived from Darnassus that we are to continue stealing supplies, and fighting orcs. I’ll fight trolls too if they get in the way, but it was specified that we are to focus on the orcs.
It is unsafe for you to visit at my camp. Perhaps Astranaar would be safe, but Raleth would not be welcome there. I will write again when I can.
I hate humans. Alinash frowned as he peered around the bushes on a hill overlooking Stormwind. The city sprawled out below him. He had made the long journey mostly by stolen hawkstrider. He hadn’t dared show his face at the dragonhawk trainers to get a ride out of Silvermoon. Syrina had warned him that the guards were looking for him in the city. He knew they likely had a close watch on the dragonhawks. He knew for a fact that they kept a secure watch over the mage’s sanctum. Not that Alinash would have considered taking a portal. Portals always left someone behind who could point the guards in the right direction. The less they knew about where he was, the better, and so he stole the hawkstrider.
He killed the bird in the Redridge mountains, as he neared the town there. He had been able to go around most settlements along the way, but the mountain pass brought him much too close to the human settlement near the lake. I hate towns. He opted to go on foot the rest of the way. The hawkstrider would draw too much attention both in Redridge and Elwynn. I hate attention. He had been able to pass by the town without incident and crossed over into Elwynn later the same evening. The hawkstrider had tasted good.
He had slept in the barn of a pig farm that night. I hate pigs. He found himself questioning why he was making this trip, more than once along the way. Because I can. That was his usual answer to himself. I have no where else to go. That was another answer. It was one that he hated to admit, and it wasn’t entirely true. Orgrimmar wouldn’t care if he was wanted in Silvermoon. They wouldn’t look for him there. Each time he thought about Orgrimmar, his nose wrinkled up. No, Stormwind was better. There wouldn’t be any elf-eating trolls there. I have no where else to go.
Because I can. And he could. Here he was on a hill overlooking the city.
He peered down at the rooftops now. He wasn’t sure where he would start looking. The sun was setting. He knew standing on the hill wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He began to make his descent down towards the city.
Few words were spoken between him and his companion as they traveled south through the rolling hills of Hillsbrad. He had little information about what the trip was about. He stayed warily alert at all times. Perhaps the boss was trying to get rid of him. Alinash’s usefulness could be passed. He wasn’t about to let down his guard. I hate travel.
That thought couldn’t be farther from the truth. Alinash rather liked being on the road, when he knew the end goal. I hate not knowing where I’m going. That was the truth. He fought not to let his anxiety show as his companion began to climb a path up a steep slope. It was barely a path. A tree trimmed back here, a spot of trampled grass there. This was a trail, one that had been maintained, yet hidden. The slope became steeper as they climbed further. The path was narrow now.
What if he pushes me off? Alinash watched his companion ahead of him with renewed wariness. I hate him. He hated not knowing the man’s name even more. Why would he be sent with someone who was new to the operations? Or was it someone who had been kept from him. Perhaps his boss had an elite force of agents that were unknown to the lower ranks.
I hate rank. That was true too.
At the top of the hill, there was a cave. His companion entered it without looking back to see if Alinash followed or not. Alinash hesitated. Walking into a dark cave with a stranger that may or may not have been told to kill him was not something he truly wanted to do. The words the boss had said before he left rang in his mind. This job is important. Don’t screw it up.
Is it my job? Or his…
Alinash twitch an ear, and moved forward.
The cave was short, passing through one side of the hill, and out the other. Alinash breathed a sigh of relief as he approached the end of the tunnel. Then he saw.
There was a building there. His companion waited for him to catch up. As Alinash neared, the man said, “Go inside. Upstairs. First room. They will see you now.” He remained standing in the same place as Alinash stepped forward. There were other people. They all watched him. Some appeared to be guards. The others seemed to be training for combat with various practice targets or sparring with each other.
I hate being watched.
He went inside the building as his companion had said and went up the stairs. There were some people in the downstairs areas too. They also looked at him. A couple even pointed and whispered to the people they had been conversing with only moments before. If this was a way to kill him off, it was quite elaborate.
There were people in the first room at the top of the stairs. He entered cautiously.
“Alinash Brightblaze. I’m glad you could join us.”
They know my name. Alinash looked between the others, three of them, two humans and a dwarf. “Who are you?” He asked.
One of the humans smiled, “We’ve been watching you for some time. You have potential we have seen in everyone we bring in. This is Ravenholdt. We can train you further. Some of your techniques could use refinement. Arrangements have been made with your employer. You will stay here.”
What if I don’t want to? He knew the answer to that. So far, everyone he had seen had some kind of weapon on them, either hidden or in the open. He didn’t bother asking. He nodded in reluctant acceptance of the situation.
The first human nodded at the other, “Show him to his quarters. Training starts tomorrow.”
Vaelarian had searched only briefly for that blood elf. He knew there would be a better chance of finding him if he returned to the home later in the evening, or tomorrow evening. He had other people to deal with. Raisse, or Irithyl Winterstar as she was known, was at the top of that list. The sooner he dealt with her, the better.
She had said far too much, having even stooped to calling him a murderer to Lali’s face. For him, it wasn’t far from the truth. He had taken lives, but if he hadn’t, Raisse would be locked up still. He admitted now that would probably have been the better option. Instead, she was running around telling whoever would listen her story, mixed with half-truths and insults towards him.
That needed to stop, now.
The gryphon landed. This time he did not need to ask where ‘Irithyl’ could be found. He spotted her sitting at the moonwell near the hippogryph handler. He walked over, and leaned against the cool stones where she knelt.
She jumped, having not seen him approach. “Vaelarian, what are–”
“You have a big mouth.”
Her eyes narrowed, “It’s hardly my fault that you didn’t explain anything to them. They wanted to know how I knew you and what kind of favor I owed. I did the best I could. I did want to be out of your debt.”
“You could have come up with a better story.”
She sighed, “I somehow doubt that. I’m not a good liar. I’m a priestess.”
“A priestess or a traitor, Raisse?”
“You know it wasn’t like that. Besides, what I did was better than what you’re doing. Giving your granddaughter to the blood elf? At least I only put myself in danger. And please, keep your voice down.” She looked around nervously. “No one here knows me by that name.”
Vaelarian gestured to the snow-covered trees that surrounded the small outpost. “Why don’t we go for a walk?”
Raisse’s ear twitched. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not going anywhere alone with you. I did my best to convince them that I wanted to help with their wedding and to assure them that I am no threat to them. If they can’t accept my story, there’s nothing else to say.”
“You left out a few important details of your story.”
She hissed back at him in a whisper, “I also left out a few important details when I told them how I knew you. Did you want me to tell them everything? Did you want me to tell them how you killed two wardens and a priestess just to free me? You’re still sour about that aren’t you? I never did give you what you wanted. And no, I’m not about to change my mind about that.” She looked at him pointedly before continuing. “Believe me, I wanted them to accept me as much as you did. It would have been good to never have to see you again.”
Vaelarian frowned and nodded. “So be it.” He turned and walked away, back towards the hippogryph handler.
He asked for a flight to the closest town. He would have to double back on foot, but it was best if people saw him leave, especially Raisse. He would be able to make it back in time.
No one would see him return.