Dorri was chasing Verdus through the city because he made her tiny.

Afterwards she yelled

“I hope your eyes get eaten by termites!”

Verdus replied “This is what happens when you don’t say please.”

Keltyr yelled back “Please have your eyes eaten by termites.”

“That’s better” was the reply.

Last night Keltyr was busy yelling himself hoarse at a football game, so I subbed into his 10 man Ulduar raid.

They killed Algalon for the first time.

Unfortunately, Firefighter was not as easy to achieve. But the group was willing to try and that meant a lot.

I’m a little behind in keeping the blog up, so here I catch up.

Dorri and Kel got to be Pilgrims.

Here they are with a bunch of others heading for Ashenvale:

And here they are defending Undercity from evil Alliance Pilgrims trying to steal our scrumptious pie.

And then resting on the steps to Undercity after a long day of defending.

Earlier this week, Linedan’s player graciously sent me a white tickbird to add to Dorri’s collection of pets.  Today we got into discussion about pets and how Dorri dislikes animals:

Linedan: I thought she liked them…what’s she gonna do with that poor tickbird I sent her

TICKBIRD IS NOT CHICKEN

Just a bit over a year ago, there was an event in the World of Warcraft commonly referred to the Zombiepocalypse.  The most illustrious Panzercow made a post that even made WoW.com.  Reading all that made me remember this small bit of RP.  It was only supposed to be the RP that shifted ownership of the Prophecy of Light from Lamis to Keltyr.  I don’t think any of us understood just what we were getting into.  Honestly, I can’t remember if Keltyr and I even had a real plan of where we were going to go with the PoL on that day.  But damn, it has been a cool ride.

They had not barricaded themselves before the dock out of any desire to save the wretched town. Booty Bay was a worthless piece of real estate and Dorri’tow could not understand why Lamis had decided to come all the way out there on her latest drinking binge. Lamis’ descent into debasement had interrupted an otherwise pleasant evening with Keltyr.

Angry, they had come to Booty Bay to find it in a mild state of panic. The danger had not quite escalated to the full disaster they would soon see. Instead of any real danger, they had only heard Lamis’ drunken ranting through the goblin stone. There had been confusion at the dock, shouting and bedlam. Dorri and Keltyr had pushed their way through the crowd, ignoring the random cries for cleansings and calls for burnings. Some dead man had the gall to call her a coward, but she had no time to waste on him.

Together, they walked side by side, unconcerned with the strained voices that swirled around them. It was all below them. Let the goblins worry about the goblins and the other rabble. Lamis was their concern and nothing else.

They had found the guildmistress deep in her cups, drinking deeply of goblin swill. Words were exchanged but, in her exhaustion, Dorri could no longer remember the exact words. It had been something about feeling ill. The change was sudden and dramatic. Their guildmistress had turned from annoying and feeble woman into a ghoul. She had blinked and from the corners of the inn, goblins had descended to slay her. Lamis fought with a strength and determination that had never shown itself when she had been alive.

The goblins slew her easily, but they had been beaten. While the little green idiots had been congratulating themselves, She and Keltyr had drawn their weapons and slaughtered them. Together, they fought their way back to the dock and took up position. They vowed that nothing would leave at least not by boat. For a while the fury of what had happened sustained them. They were driven by memories of Silvermoon ravaged by the scourge.  They would not allow that to happen again.

Even fury cannot carry you forever. Others had come past them into Booty Bay, as ignorant as they had been. No doubt, some had escaped already infected. It was just the two of them, alone. Dorri’tow forced herself back to her feet.

It would have to be enough.

I love movies, but over the past few years I have avoided them. With the issues with my back, the lack of exercise and all those cascading problems, going to the movies is an uncomfortable proposition. I’d like to change that. I’d like to change that so that I can actually have the complete go of anticipating a movie.

Something like Avatar.

Yes, yes. I like James Cameron. I even liked Titanic, as sappy as it was. I didn’t cry, but I did enjoy it. And a movie with awesome blue looking aliens? Yeah, I can’t wait.

I finally got my squashling

Thanks to everyone who put up with my general holiday hate… Please don’t ask me to go to kill the Headless Horseman again, please… just don’t.

Exerpt from “Believe” by The Bravery

I am hiding from some beast,
But the beast was always here.
Watching without eyes,
Because the beast is just my fear
That I am just nothing.
Now its just what I’ve become
What am I waiting for?
Its already done.

So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe.

My former 10 man got to see Algalon tonight.  I remain torn about the raid in general.  I know I had said that I would make myself absent on Sundays, but I’m kinda weak and being sick I didn’t want to deal with trying to the frustrations of being Aside and completely out of the conversations, so I stayed on my DK, stayed off vent and made sure to take care of myself.

And I watched the achivements pour in for them.  They’ve worked really hard and they deserve it but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel a selfish tinge of frustration.  And then the last verse of Believe played and I realize that this is part of what is bothering me about the whole thing, as stupid as it sounds.

1) We killed Yoggy! go us.

2) Sunday sucked, don’t ask.

So yes, it’s raining windy and a bit chilly.

All is well in the world.