Alt Appreciation #RogueWeek

A Human Rogue

A Human Rogue

Laeleiweyn of World of Lae has challenged bloggers with 11 weeks of Alt Appreciation!  I happen to be a huge altaholic, because I love leveling, love learning new classes/specs, and I most of all love writing stories for my many characters!  So I definitely felt this was a challenge I had to take on.

Here is my post for Week 8.

#RogueWeek

RogueWeek - Leveling Syliphae

I have a confession, for the altaholic I am, I do not have many Rogues.  In fact, prior to Sunday, I only had two (sort of).  I have tried to tell myself this is because Rogues cannot heal or tank, but a big part of the reason is because I have an irrational fear of stealthing.  <shudder>  I mean, how creepy is it to walk around unseen just waiting for someone to discover you?  D:  This is the stuff of nightmares… for me at least.

Anyway…  In talking about the fact that I had no idea what to write about in this particular post, Finalflame and I started talking about how much fun Rogues are to level through BGs.  I remember leveling Lycaohn, and it was quite fun.  So Final and I made two wee Rogues as one of many “side projects” we have going.  I created her on Whisperwind, where Final’s other guild moved to a few months ago.  (See?  I make some wee toons on Auchindoun with them and they leave!)

RogueWeek - PvPing Syliphae

So not only do I already have too many toons, which I am shamelessly illustrating to everyone in this Alt Appreciation series, but it is even inspiring me to create more!  Oh dear…

I am sure another story with Lycaohn is coming soon.  Something that spans the gap between Afterglow and First Sight.  But not today, unfortunately, as this post is already late and bumping in #ShamanWeek!

My Rogues

RogueWeek - LycaohnLycaohn is my “main” Rogue.  I use that term loosely since no Rogue is really a main character for me.  He started as a way to entertain myself with PvP, which I rarely do, but was one of the few things with which to occupy myself in the time period where I was not raiding.  Lycaohn has become more of interest to me as a story character, first as a tormented, vengeful soul, then as a man seeking redemption and peace, and then as a part time love interest for Effy.  Where will he go from there?  Who knows.  I certainly do not yet.

RogueWeek - IroneffyAhh, Ironeffy.  She was my sole attempt at the Ironman competition last expansion.  I wrote a few posts back on Effy’s RP while leveling her.  Oh, the heartbreak!  I was so broken hearted that I have not tried the Ironman again.  Someday, maybe.  Alas, now she just sits as a reminder of my failure.

RogueWeek - SyliphaeSyliphae is my newest lil Rogue.  For some reason, she does not want to show up on Armory.  So you just get a picture from the character screen.  I am not sure if she has a story yet, but she is mostly here for PvP when nothing else sounds interesting.  Beyond that remains to be seen.

Keep an eye out next week, for my Alt Appreciation #ShamanWeek post!

~ Effy

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Alt Appreciation #PriestWeek

Velen the Prophet

Velen the Prophet

Laeleiweyn of World of Lae has challenged bloggers with 11 weeks of Alt Appreciation!  I happen to be a huge altaholic, because I love leveling, love learning new classes/specs, and I most of all love writing stories for my many characters!  So I definitely felt this was a challenge I had to take on.

Here is my post for Week 7.

#PriestWeek

I thought a collection of transmog outfits for my Worgen Priest was in order.  I wanted to show some parental influence, so as well as a very-Priest outfit and a Pandaria Priest outfit, I also made a Warlock and Druid outfit for her.  (I know, I know, I said Eduard was not REALLY a Warlock – so sue me.)

Female Worgen Priest - Front

Female Worgen Priest – Front

Female Worgen Priest - Back

Female Worgen Priest – Back

Ironstaff of Regeneration

Ironstaff of Regeneration

Female Human Priest - Front

Female Human Priest – Front

Female Human Priest - Back

Female Human Priest – Back

Ironstaff of Regeneration

Ironstaff of Regeneration

Magnanimous (Priest) Set

Female Worgen Priest - Front

Female Worgen Priest – Front

Female Worgen Priest - Back

Female Worgen Priest – Back

Staff of Trembling Will

Staff of Trembling Will

Female Human Priest - Front

Female Human Priest – Front

Female Human Priest - Back

Female Human Priest – Back

Staff of Trembling Will

Staff of Trembling Will

Sagacity (Pandaria Priest) Set

Female Worgen Priest - Front

Female Worgen Priest – Front

Female Worgen Priest - Back

Female Worgen Priest – Back

Invincible Stave

Invincible Stave

Female Human Priest - Front

Female Human Priest – Front

Female Human Priest - Back

Female Human Priest – Back

Invincible Stave

Invincible Stave

Benevolence (Warlock) Set

Female Worgen Priest - Front

Female Worgen Priest – Front

Female Worgen Priest - Back

Female Worgen Priest – Back

Chillwind Staff

Chillwind Staff

Female Human Priest - Front

Female Human Priest – Front

Female Human Priest - Back

Female Human Priest – Back

Chillwind Staff

Chillwind Staff

Altruism (Druid) Set

My Priests

The Priest is actually one of my favorite classes.  I was a Disc Priest before I was ever a Mistweaver Monk.  Even though I wish Iree were not melee, fistweaving comes natural to me because I enjoy Smite-healing so much.  🙂

PriestWeek - SifaolThis is Sifaol Wolfsbane, eldest daughter of Eduard and Gaeladrial.  Playing a Disc Priest is one of my favorite things.  When Cataclysm was announced, I immediately knew I wanted a Worgen Priest.  So throughout all of ICC, when I started playing WoW, I held off from creating a Priest, despite how much I wanted to level one.  As soon as Cataclysm was released, while I was still leveling Effy to 85 and gearing her for raiding (which was horribly painful as a gimped Resto Shaman… those dungeons…), I created Sifaol.  I enjoyed the Worgen starting area, and once I began running dungeons with her, I was hooked.  I even debated switching to her as my main for a while, because Shaman were in such a horrible place at the beginning of Cata, but once I started raiding with Effy in BWL and BoT, I remembered why I loved my Shaman.  I raided with Sifaol for a short while before I moved to Wyrmrest Accord, but these days she is just a side project.

PriestWeek - Brizaeyl-WRAPriestWeek - Brizaeyl-EluneBrizaeyl is a close friend to Laz and Effy.  She also bumped into my Night Elf DK, Caeridwen, in the short story Moonlight.  She became one of my favorite toons while playing on Wyrmrest Accord, but at the moment, she is only a bank toon.  (Yes, yes, I have a few…)

PriestWeek - ZhanaZhana exists because I was without Draenei Priest.  (The horror!)  She may get a story eventually.  For now, she is a distraction, among many, and an ignored one at that.  Actually, I am tempted to restart her with a name that is a variation of “Alexandria” which has recently become one of my favorite names, and seems fitting to a Draenei.

Keep an eye out next week, for my Alt Appreciation #RogueWeek post!

~ Effy

Alt Appreciation #PaladinWeek

Uther the Lightbringer

Uther the Lightbringer

Tyrion Fordring

Tyrion Fordring

Laeleiweyn of World of Lae has challenged bloggers with 11 weeks of Alt Appreciation!  I happen to be a huge altaholic, because I love leveling, love learning new classes/specs, and I most of all love writing stories for my many characters!  So I definitely felt this was a challenge I had to take on.

Here is my post for Week 6.

#PaladinWeek

I have a confession: I fully intended to include a story piece with this post, but this week has gotten a little away from me.  It has been a really long week…  I worked extra this week and I have been handling a lot of homework.  Current personal stress is compounding this, and the small amount of time I actually set aside to work on this has not proved fruitful in completing any story ideas.

It is hugely frustrating.  The Paladin is one of my favorite classes, and I really wanted to post something meaningful this week.  All of my Paladins have interesting stories, but time and the muses just did not want to cooperate this week.

My Paladins

AKA the Parade of Paladins…  I believe the Paladin is my most represented class.  Heh

PaladinWeek - LazhewardLazheward is my most accomplished Paladin.  He has a number of stories where he appears, mostly paired with my Shaman, Effraeti.  He is also my only max level Paladin, currently.  He is also my first and truest Paladin, though he has gone back and forth in his identity.  It took me a long time to actually be able to level a Paladin.  My first was Lazheward, back when he was a female Tauren.  Then, I made him a female Draenei.  Then, he became Lazheward and I am happy with him that way.  He is mostly Holy, but has a modest Prot set building.  After years of being a DK tank, I am starting to prefer the Paladin in that regard.  Often, when I actually have the extra time, it is my Paladin who is that alt to see the light of day.

PaladinWeek - VianessaVianessa is my Sunwalker.  I had grand designs for making a storyline with her, but it has yet to see fruition.  I am not sure what spec she would be mainly, currently, she is Ret in a failed attempt for me to learn the spec better.

PaladinWeek - PiotrPiotr is my comic relief Pally.  I see him as an Inspector Gadget/The Tick type hero, aspiring to be a great Paladin, but usually being saved from himself by his Gnome sidekick, Toggle.  I would like to expand upon the idea and create more stories in that regard, comics even, but then the lack of time thing rears its head again.

PaladinWeek - Aerora-EonarPaladinWeek - Aerora-Wyrmrest AccordPaladinWeek - Aerora-AuchindounPaladinWeek - Aerora-Elune

Aerora is my favorite Paladin, obviously (seeing as I have a version of her on numerous servers).  Eonar was my original Aerora.  I restarted a new Paladin on Wyrmrest Accord while playing there.  Some day, my Elune-Aerora will see max level, some day.  As far as stories go, Aerora is my Dark Paladin.  She began as a crusader of the Light, and has been twisted by the Twilight’s Hammer and the Old Gods into something more menacing.

Keep an eye out next week, for my Alt Appreciation #PriestWeek post!

~ Effy

Alt Appreciation #MonkWeek

Chen Stormstout

Chen Stormstout

Laeleiweyn of World of Lae has challenged bloggers with 11 weeks of Alt Appreciation!  I happen to be a huge altaholic, because I love leveling, love learning new classes/specs, and I most of all love writing stories for my many characters!  So I definitely felt this was a challenge I had to take on.

Here is my post for Week 5.

#MonkWeek

I had to do something a little more spectacular for MonkWeek, seeing as it is my main raiding class now.  So I decided on a short piece with Ireenia.  It is partially inspired by a bit from Parting the Mists:

She certainly did not want Mum to find out she was studying with the monks.

Mum worked too hard to keep Ireenia shielded from danger. The more Effraeti protected her, the more Ireenia questioned what she was missing. She understood it was motherly instinct, she read Mum’s concern clearly often enough, but Ireenia was a dragon! What had she to fear from orcs and trolls and even Forsaken? Even these mogu were no challenge for her as a dragon.

With a snicker, Ireenia caught herself – as a dragon – and that was why she learned from the monks at the Peak of Serenity. She had to learn to protect herself just as well as a Draenei as she could as a dragon.

It had been difficult as first to control herself enough. It was frustrating to fail in this frailer form, and often brought her close to exposing her true self in a fit of rage. But along with the ways of protection and attack, the monks also taught her restraint. She learned to center herself, and to use her emotions without letting them use her.

She learned quickly and soon excelled past their expectations.

Though much of her monk training was how to attack and defend herself, Ireenia grew more interested in the art of channeling the healing powers of the wise serpent, Yu’lon. To power herself with a dragon struck her as ironic, and perhaps that was part of the source of her connection. Deep down, though, Ireenia knew that healing was ingrained into her by Mum. Their connection and Mum’s nurturing made Ireenia want to do the good things she did.

Seeking Serenity

MonkWeek - Seeking Serenity

Ireenia scowled as her bottom painfully hit the stone ground.  The impacted jarred her teeth in her head.

Master Cheng’s patient smile never wavered.  The hollow staff continued to spin in the pandaren’s steady hands, its movements slow and deliberate.  His gaze remained friendly but steady, his small black eyes flashing.

“Get up, young one,” Master Cheng insisted, his voice soft.  “We are not done yet.”  To punctuate his words, he cracked the end of the staff onto the floor, halting its movement abruptly.  At the same time, the smile faded and his face became more serious.  “You still have much to learn.”

Exhaling sharply, Ireenia scrambled up.  Once her hooves were beneath her, she brushed the dirt from her pants and swept the tails of her azure hair back behind her shoulders.  The draenei woman met Master Cheng’s eyes.  Her own luminescent silver orbs narrowed stubbornly.

Zhunbei!” Master Cheng shouted, the command to prepare herself.  He swung the staff around above his head and behind him.  Its trailing end came to rest with a soft whump against his shoulder as he crouched down into a defensive stance, his left arm out to the side for balance.

Ireenia snapped her hands out before her.  She bore no other weapons.

Wei ziji bianhu!” the pandaren roared, swinging his staff forward.  Defend yourself!

Ireenia dropped back a step and swept her right leg around before her in a great arc, knocking Master Cheng’s blow aside.  The pandaren immediately reversed and swung the staff back across, catching the woman in the calf.

Crying out in pain, Ireenia spun away.  Favoring her injured leg, she hopped back without taking her eyes from Master Cheng, avoiding a few more swings of the pandaren’s weapon and batting aside others with her hands.

She made a quick upward gesture and let out a relieved sigh as light green mist settled around her and the essence of the Jade Serpent revitalized her.

Master Cheng’s staff was coming at her again, and Ireenia slapped it aside with her bare right hand.  As she pulled back to a readied position, she shot her left hand out, quickly followed by the first.  As her right hand came forward again, a glowing white wave of force pushed ahead of it and struck Master Cheng hard enough to knock him back and interrupt the steady flow of his attacks.

Ireenia did not pause to allow him a chance to recover.  She came forward steadily, fists and hooves striking again and again.  Each hit drove Master Cheng back a step.  They were nearly to the edge of the sparring area.

He was beaten.  Ireenia came on more forcefully.

Then, Master Cheng surprised Ireenia and unexpectedly dropped low beneath one of her kicks.  He spun and and swept a leg outward.  It caught the draenei woman unprepared and took her other leg out from under her.

Ireenia cried out as her legs crumpled and she dropped to the ground, hard.

In less time than it took to blink, Master Cheng’s staff was biting into her chest.  He made a tut tut noise as his smile returned.  “You overextended yourself, left yourself open,” the pandaren monk explained.  “When will you learn patience and restraint, young one?”

Ireenia’s eyes narrowed.  It took all of her willpower to resist changing then and there, and showing him the futility of his tiny threats.  She imagined the look on his face seeing her in all of her draconic glory.

But that is not my purpose here, she reminded herself.  I must learn to master this draenei form, and myself.

Master Cheng helped Ireenia to her feet.  “I think that is enough training for today.  Tend to your scrapes and bruises, and remember that everyone of them is an important lesson.”  At that, the pandaren bowed to her and walked away, leaving Ireenia to her thoughts.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

This story is based on worlds and characters in World of Warcraft.
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Awaiting the Muse by Jamie Roman AKA Effraeti is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

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My Monks

I have actually become quite taken with the awesomeness of the Monk class.  So my Monk army is growing.

MonkWeek - IreeniaIreenia is my main, over my lovely Shaman, Effraeti, these days.  She has a few stories under her belt so far – beginning life as my favorite vanity pet, Xarzith, and expanding from there.  I have always been fascinated by the idea of dragons walking amongst us, and though it “breaks” all conventional RP rules, I do not care.  Both Ireenia and my Mage, Kiirae, have their secret identities, and this amuses me.  It was one way for me to combat the misgivings of changing my main, to give Ireenia a good story, and tie her to Effy.  I am coming to enjoy raiding on my Mistweaver Monk, and among this I have discovered her to be quite capable as an off-DPS and solo.  I enjoy fistweaving in dungeons and scenarios, and she conquers old content as easily as my DK ever did (and her gear is far better, so that helps too).  I think Ireenia and I will be together for quite some time, though, I dearly miss my Shaman.

MonkWeek - ChiyuChíyu was my original Monk.  When I came back to WoW for MoP last October (damn, has it really been almost a year??), I wanted a Monk and I wanted to see the Pandaren starting area.  So even before Effy was 90, Chiyu was created.  I quickly discovered I liked the very different feel of the Mistweaver, and Chiyu reached 85 fairly quickly.  For some reason, I am just not fond of Pandaren :/ and realized what I really wanted was a Draenei Monk!  I mean, finally, a Draenei class that could wear leather!  All of my mogging-senses told me this had to be, especially being that Draenei are my favorite race.  I quickly pushed aside the idea of race changing Chiyu, as she already had a place in my stories, and I could not disrupt that!  So for now, Chiyu wanders Stormwind, waiting for another story.

MonkWeek - CaeriseCaerise is my Horde Monk, both because a Horde Monk makes sense to me, and because I wanted to have a toon in my friend Martiean’s guild!  She was created shortly before I started school, and so she has been very slow to receive proper attention.  But eventually, it is my goal for her to see Level 90.  And someday, maybe she will have a story, as well.

Keep an eye out next week, for my Alt Appreciation #PaladinWeek post!

~ Effy

Alt Appreciation #MageWeek

Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina Proudmoore

Laeleiweyn of World of Lae has challenged bloggers with 11 weeks of Alt Appreciation!  I happen to be a huge altaholic, because I love leveling, love learning new classes/specs, and I most of all love writing stories for my many characters!  So I definitely felt this was a challenge I had to take on.

Here is my post for Week 4.

#MageWeek

The Mage is one of my least-played classes.  I have tried leveling one a few times.  I think it is mostly the fact that they are a pure DPS class – I cannot heal or tank with one, which is where I am more comfortable and where I am most likely to level faster through dungeons and then to get groups faster at max level.

So I was thinking about what to do for #MageWeek.  I read the post about names in World of Warcraft, on Gamasutra,  I was intrigued about the reasoning behind Mages having the most diversity in names.  I think this is because of their three diverse specs – Frost, Fire, and Arcane.  It might also be because the Mage is one of the most iconic and easily recognizable classes in a fantasy world/game.

So to show my appreciation for Mages and their diversity, I decided to update some of my previous Mage transmogs for the three specs.

Frost

Female Draenei Mage - Front

Female Draenei Mage – Front

Female Draenei Mage - Back

Female Draenei Mage – Back

Ethereum Life-Staff

Ethereum Life-Staff

Frostfire Shoulderpads - If these were still obtainable (other than the BMAH), I would substitute these.

Frostfire Shoulderpads – If these were still obtainable (other than the BMAH), I would substitute these.  There are so few good, frosty pieces.

Fire

Male Worgen Mage - Front

Male Worgen Mage – Front

Male Worgen Mage - Back

Male Worgen Mage – Back

Bloodfire Greatstaff

Bloodfire Greatstaff

Male Human Mage - Front

Male Human Mage – Front

Male Human Mage - Back

Male Human Mage – Back

Bloodfire Greatstaff

Bloodfire Greatstaff

Arcane

Female Human Mage - Front

Female Human Mage – Front

Female Human Mage - Back

Female Human Mage – Back

Staff of Sorcerer-Thane Thaurissan

Staff of Sorcerer-Thane Thaurissan

My Mages

None of my Mages are very high level…  It is kind of embarrassing.  :/

MageWeek - KiiraeKiirae is my biggest success at leveling a Mage, so far.  Back in Cata, I discovered Fire, and had quite a bit of fun with it.  I have not done anything with her in MoP, except to use her as a bank toon.  As a story character, Kiirae appeared in Descending Twilight Part 2, and later became a mentor of sorts to my Monk, Ireenia, due to the fact they are both Blue dragons.  For this reason, Kiirae should technically be a Frost Mage, and not a Fire Mage.  Hence the Frost outfit above.

MageWeek - AethelwulfAethelwulf is Eduard, the patron of House Wolfsbane.  You might notice that his Armory profile shows him as a Warlock…  Well, he is a Warlock, but since creating him and my stories of his family, I have realized that he would more appropriately be a Mage.  So in a recent story of Eduard and Gaeladrial, for my #DruidWeek post, I finally made him a Mage.  A Fire Mage!  So, the transmog above, I have decided that is his outfit from that story.

MageWeek - MaeyvMaeyv appears in a few stories, part of a larger story I have yet to complete.  She hears the voices of the Old Gods, and this makes her seem a bit crazy to others – in fact, she probably is.  Maeyv began as an actual roleplaying toon.  When I was on Wyrmrest Accord, I dabbled in trying to roleplay.  I created her, and she wandered Goldshire, until she had an interesting conversation with a dwarf there.  It made me realize two things:

  1. I am horrible at roleplaying.  I am too particular about the story, and not good at improvising.
  2. I did like the storyline I was creating for her.  She started as just a tad crazy, and then I began to dabble in the why.

Maeyv is a quintessential Mage, and in my mind that means she is purely Arcane.  Therefore, she has the Arcane set above.  Her set started much like the one on her Armory profile, but I thought the new set looks a bit more grownup.  Oh, but Cat is definitely still part of the outfit.  🙂

Keep an eye out next week, for my Alt Appreciation #MonkWeek post!

~ Effy

Alt Appreciation #HunterWeek

A dwarf hunter and his pet

A dwarf hunter and his pet

Laeleiweyn of World of Lae has challenged bloggers with 11 weeks of Alt Appreciation!  I happen to be a huge altaholic, because I love leveling, love learning new classes/specs, and I most of all love writing stories for my many characters!  So I definitely felt this was a challenge I had to take on.

Here is my post for Week 3.

#HunterWeek and the Quest for Double Agent

We fast approach the end of the tier, and so occupying myself in between work, classes, and homework has been an… interesting venture.  Lately, it has meant Final and I are working on leveling alts.  After leveling his Priest to 90 and getting her started on gear, we kinda shrugged and went “What next?”  Then, we recalled we both had Level 85 Horde toons, and no Double Agent achievement.

So that became our goal.

A tale in pictures!

What? Prince Anduin captured?? So wait, how did he escape the Horde? Did I miss something??

What? Prince Anduin captured?? So wait, how did he escape the Horde? Did I miss something??

Dude, I have a splitting headache!

Dude, I have a splitting headache! – Raiding in Final’s sidecar proved dangerous at times.

Sure, the world needs saving, but now sounds like a good time for another nap...

Sure, the world needs saving, but now sounds like a good time for another nap…

After finding myself rooted to the ground, racing along in an upside-down sidecar and numerous DCs, you think I would have been prepared to be stuck floating in the air after a ride on Yulon!

After finding myself rooted to the ground, racing along in an upside-down sidecar, and numerous DCs, you think I would have been prepared to be stuck floating in the air after a ride on Yu’lon!

Dread Wastes! It's all downhill to 90 now! Right? Move bar, move!

Dread Wastes! It’s all downhill to 90 now! Right? Move bar, move!

Woot! Double Agent! Finally!

Woot! Double Agent! Finally! – Apparently Achievement Screenshotter will only take a pic on one screen at a time. :/

So I finally have a max level Horde toon again!  Woot!

My Hunters

The Hunter is one of those classes I have always enjoyed (okie, I like collecting pets).  In fact, my Hunter was max level shortly after my DK, being my third way back in Wrath.

HunterWeek - VaadareeAhh, Vaadaree!  I am so proud to finally have a max level Horde toon.  Vaadaree was actually my first Hunter, and has gone through many transformations.  She was originally a Night Elf of the same name.  Then, Vaadaree became a Draenei, because I wanted a Draenei Hunter.  Some might remember Draenei-Vaadaree and her ravager, Lorence.  Vaadaree still has Lorence, though, he has been more quiet these days.  Perhaps it it past time they make a comeback.

HunterWeek - RosaelynRosaelyn was created on a whim as something to occupy me at the end of Cata and to replace the void of no Hunter, when I transferred Vaadaree.  She did not get very far before I left WoW for a bit at the end of Cata.  I leveled her to 85 recently, and since she has been sitting in Twilight Highlands, flying endless loops, looking for Karoma…

Rosa actually began briefly as a male Nelf named Skeiron.  Since I have very few human toons and I like the human female Hunter animations, I decided to race/sex change him/her.  I am liking her as a human, and as a human she best fits the hole that was present without a Rosaelyn in my toon roster.  Before Effraeti, Rosaelyn was my main gaming handle.  Rosaelyn was originally the name of my main Nelf Druid, but a human is more fitting to her, as she was a human in ALL of her previous gaming incarnations (Dark Age of Camelot, Warhammer Online, and Guild Wars).  Though, all her previous incarnations were healers.  Ahh well.

Someday, she might see 90 too!

So far, Rosa only has one small snippet of story to her name.

HunterWeek - AmaerisAmaeris, storywise, is the youngest member of House Wolfsbane.  As you might be able to gather from her Armory, Amaeris’ Wyrmrest Accord incarnation (she is currently created but not yet played on Elune) has not been played since last expansion.  I decided it would be amusing to leave her with her dual axes, so I could look like a total melee-Hunter noob.  With cross-server grouping, I am very tempted to just pickup my Wolfsbane characters on Wyrmrest again, instead of restarting them all.  We shall see.

Keep an eye out next week, for my Alt Appreciation #MageWeek post!  Hopefully, it will not be as late in the week as this one!

~ Effy

Alt Appreciation #DruidWeek

DruidWeek - Malfurion

Malfurion Stormrage

Laeleiweyn of World of Lae has challenged bloggers with 11 weeks of Alt Appreciation!  I happen to be a huge altaholic, because I love leveling, love learning new classes/specs, and I most of all love writing stories for my many characters!  So I definitely felt this was a challenge I had to take on.

Here is my post for Week 2.

#DruidWeek

I think the comic for #DeathKnightWeek was a special, once in a great while thing.  It was more an exercise in becoming more comfortable with WoW Model Viewer than something that might become a regular habit for me.  But who knows?  For now, I am switching back to short stories.  🙂

For #DruidWeek, I found myself interested in further exploring the Harvest Witch – Druids from GIlneas who were more plant-whisperers and medicine-women until they met the Night Elves.  I touched on Lady Gaeladrial Wolfsbane as a Harvest Witch in my stories with DK-Effy and the Children of Greymane, most specifically The Secret of the Scythe (which will one day have a Part 2).  I thought a story further back – before the Greymane Wall, before the Scourge, before the Worgen, before the Forsaken, before Eduard and Gaeladrial – would be the perfect time period to illustrate this.

Enjoy.  🙂

The Harvest Witch

Gaeladrial knelt, her eyes closed, in the tilled, fertile dirt of her father’s southernmost field.  Her unbound copper hair fluttered in the soft breeze, brushing about her slender shoulders as she held silent communion with the earth and all the living things within it.  This was when she most felt alive, with the ebb and flow of life and death all around her, it speaking to her in ways other than with words.

She held her place for many long minutes, coaxing the living things beneath her into growth.

Then, a voice interrupted her reverie.

“Sister, our father has requested your presence for talks of trade with Lord Eduard of Duskhaven,” her youngest brother, Vaughn, said quietly as his hand came to rest on her shoulder.

Gael raised her head, opening her crystal blue eyes, and though she did not yet turn to face the boy of merely twelve, she placed her hand softly upon his.  She held the both of them in a moment of silence as she took in the changed scene around her.  The entire patch of field was now speckled with green sprouts of corn, coming eagerly to her call, and now reaching with budding leaves for the sun above and spreading their small roots through the moist soil below.

Frowning with the realization of what his words meant, Gael sighed.  “Just what my day was lacking, petty conversation with some pompous royal,” she breathed with a smirk to match her sarcastic words.

“Err, sister,” Vaughn began.

“Not to worry, dear brother,” Gael continued.  “I will do this duty for our father.  I know well how beneficial a trade agreement with Duskhaven would be for him.”

Vaughn shifted and pulled his hand away.  Gael heard him take a step back, and was about the question the boy actions.

Instead, the woman spun her head around at the unfamiliar voice that addressed her next.  “Forgive this ‘pompous royal’ for the intrusion, but I thought it best to see for myself the magic – literally, it would seem – that makes Niall Coghlan such a successor landowner.”

Gael brought forth her most convincing smile, and hoped her face did not betray her embarrassment.  “Lord Eduard, I presume?”  As she spoke, she got to her feet and brushed the dirt from the knees of her long skirt.

She took measure of the man, well-groomed and well-dressed.  He wore a dressrobe of dark cloth, stitched and trimmed in the manner only the royals of Gilneas proper wore.  The dark cloth complemented his dark features, glittering dark eyes and hair black as a raven and cut neatly to just above his straight shoulders.

“I am,” the man replied and gave her a courteous bow.  “And you must be Gaeladrial.  Niall spoke highly of your talents, but mentioned nothing of your beauty.”

At that, Gael did blush, but she quickly recollected herself and resumed her serious visage.  She reminded herself of the worn and tattered robe she had worn to come out to the field, as well as the wind-blown mess her red hair surely was, and wondered if he mocked her.  Before she could stop herself, she responded, coldly, “I thought you here to speak business, Lord Eduard.  Or are we to trade only compliments?”

Eduard chuckled.  “Trading compliments would imply they are going in both directions, Miss Gaeladrial.  If I recall, you think me pompous.”  At that, he smiled disarmingly.  His grin stretched the edges of his neatly trimmed goatee in a most flattering manner.  Lord Eduard was quite handsome, and even witty, and Gael decided that made her dislike him even more.  She had no use for pampered, prancing royals.

“You wish to barter for the rich goods grown here at Farm Coghlan?” Gael continued, trying without luck to keep the annoyance from her tone.

“Indeed, milady,” Eduard replied with a respectful nod.  “Duskhaven is home to many of the finest blacksmiths in all of Gilneas.  It would seem beneficial to all to come to an agreement of trade – our implements for your produce.”

Gaeladrial was about to reply when a cry reached her ears from far off, to the northeast.  Vaughn was next to her and then gone, no doubt curious about the commotion.  He was already too far and getting farther by the time she thought to scold him with caution.

“Excuse me, milord,” Gael said to Eduard distractedly.  “I know not what caused that shout, but I should at least ensure it poses no danger, especially to my young and impetuous brother.”  She did not even wait for a reply before sprinting away, as another frightened shout came from the same direction.

Several fields away from where Vaughn and Eduard had found her, Gael came upon a chaotic scene.  Farmhands with shovels and other tilling implements – interrupted from preparing the next field to be planted – swung wildly at a snarling pack of dire wolves.

Less than a dozen or so farmhands held off twice their number of the giant-sized, feral canines.  One of each side of the conflict were already down on the ground.  Many of those still standing bore bloody wounds.

What the woman found strange was the activity of the beasts during the day.  Usually wolves, even their larger dire cousins, were nocturnal creatures.  Why would they come in such large numbers, and against an alert human settlement?

Gael let out an unrestrained curse as she saw Vaughn standing amongst the defenders, wielding a pitchfork longer than he was tall.

She began to to reach out mentally to the life forces dormant within the ground around the defenders.  In the midst of her call, she felt a presence run up beside her, but she continued to focus, though she grimaced at the thought it was likely Lord Eduard.  Just what I need, a royal to protect too! she thought with a sigh.

Raising her hands, Gael brought forth the life forces she had been calling to.  A great jumble of vines and leafy shoots climbed into the air, forming a green wall before the defenders just in the front of the man laying on the ground.  In addition, one of those vines broke away from the others and lifted Vaughn from the ground.  The vine wound around his midsection as the boy flailed and complained, and it deposited him before his very grim looking older sister.

“Uh, I just wanted to help,” the boy said sheepishly, looking down at his feet.

“This is a very serious matter, Vaughn.  You could have gotten hurt,” Gaeladrial scolded.

Before she could say more, the woman caught Lord Eduard moving in the corner of her eye.  He was whispering something and moving his hands.  She glanced more fully in his direction and her eyes widened in the realization he was casting a spell.

She flinched backwards as a ball of fire flew from his hands, growing in size and intensity as it travelled.  Gael’s eyes followed the ball and she stumbled backwards as it exploded amongst the dire wolves.  Several of the snarling beasts fell to the devastating blast, and many more caught fire.

Then, the woman cried out as the living wall between the dire wolves and the farmhands caught fire as well.  She felt as the greenery felt – burning pain.  The vine wall began to retract at her command, even though Gaeladrial feared putting the farmhands back into danger.

Vaughn caught her left hand as she swooned, and someone was on her right – Lord Eduard.  He steadied her as the pain receded.

As she regained her senses, Gael realized there was hardly credence to her worries for the farmhands.  The dire wolves had taken notice of the three to the south – the source of the burning fire that still clung to the pelts of many of them.  More than half the remaining pack charged.

Eduard sent forward a spray of frost before Gael could fully recover herself, freezing three of the dire wolves in place, the rest loping by without a backward glance.

Gaeladrial straightened herself and reached deep into the living earth once more.  Thorny vines and stringy shoots, smaller and more numerous than those that had erected the protective wall, sprung from the ground.  They wound around the legs of the charging dire wolves, tripping them, then holding them painfully in place as the thorns constricted.

But one of the beasts got through, its full attention on the woman still distracted by her call to nature.

Her eyes flying wide, Gael quickly summoned protection for herself.  Within seconds, her skin turned into thick bark.  It absorbed a good deal of the impact a moment later as the gigantic dire wolf collided with her chest and snapped and clawed viciously.  It might as well have been biting the trunk of a tree for all the damage it did, and Gael let out a ragged sigh of relief.

But her protection would not hold.

The beast on top of her bit and raked her with increasing ferocity.  It seemed to enrage at the ineffectiveness of its attacks, and came on her with a frenzy of teeth and nails.  Gael feared the moment her protective spell gave way, both because of those teeth and the sheer weight of the beast.  Fully on her chest, she felt it would certainly crush her.

Then, it yipped and spun upon her chest with a feral growl.  Gael could just barely see the tines of a pitchfork, stained red at their tips with the dire wolf’s blood, and the boy holding the tool as a weapon.

“Vaughn, no!” Gael cried.

Lord Eduard stepped in front of the boy as the dire wolf quickly closed the gap to the two, snarling and salivating.  His face was a grave mask.  As she watched, the man protected himself and her brother with a shimmering purple aura.

The dire wolf sprang and collided with Eduard’s magical wall.  It snapped it jaws and tore its claws across the surface of the shield, far from surrender but far from getting through.

Gael took the reprieve to skitter backwards on her hands and bottom far enough to clamber back to her feet.  As she did, the bark coating her skin began to flake away to the ground, and she brushed the excess away distractedly, trying to think what else she could do.  All of her communing with nature had left her drained, and the battle was still far from over yet.

Then, Eduard lifted his hand and shouted one word of command.  Purple missiles of energy shot from his hands, each slamming into the face of the dire wolf, and each ripping a painful whimper from the creature.

It shook the attack off, dazed but not beaten, and went at the shield again.  The dire wolf tore at it with abandon, each attack against the beast only seeming to further enrage it.

Pulling a handful of tiny seeds from the pouch on her belt, Gaeladrial spoke over them, causing the pile in her palm to glow.  She gestured at the dire wolf and summoned tiny multi-colored flames around the creature, causing it to flail and roll on the ground.  Before it could realize the flames were not burning it, Gael flung the handful of seeds at the dire wolf.  Each seed exploded in a brilliant spark of light and set the beast to yiping pitifully again.

The distraction was more than enough time for Lord Eduard to finish his spell, and a great ball of crackling energy pushed forward at his will, moving slowly through the air.  It collided with the dire wolf with a deafening boom, drowning out any death wail the creature might have uttered.

Gael accepted the congratulatory nod from the man, and returned it but briefly, asking him, “Can you summon another of your fireballs?”  He nodded.  “Good I have an idea.”  Then, she sprinted half the distance between them and the trapped remainder of the dire wolf pack.  Her thorns and vines held tight for the moment, but she knew not how much longer, and the icy tombs encasing the other three were being to melt in the warm spring sun.

Closing her eyes and steeling her small bit of remaining strength, Gael called to the life forces within the soil of the freshly tilled plot beneath them.  Tiny at first, but enlarging quickly at her pleas, mushrooms of various shapes and colors sprouted all around the struggling dire wolves.

When the fungi were nearly even with the shoulders of the giant wolves, Gael gasped and fell to her knees, all her remaining energy spent.

“The mushrooms…” she panted from the ground.  “The wolves…  Fire there…”

Eduard was already casting before she finished.

The fireball exploded, and the dire wolves shrieked in pain.  But the fiery explosion also set off a chain reaction of detonating fungi.  The mushrooms and some of the spores released incinerated immediately – Gael flinched at the agony of the life forces she had sacrificed – but many of the spores formed thick clouds around the howling beasts trapped within.

The poisonous spores proved more deadly than the fire, as they clung to fur and skin and were inhaled by the panicked creatures.  Sores formed and entire patches of fur sloughed away, while inside the spores ripped apart the lungs of the dire wolves like tiny shards of glass.

It was a gruesome sight, and Gael had to turn away as the beasts flailed and died miserably.

Lord Eduard stepped up to her side, his mouth agape.  Then, he seemed to recall himself, and reached a hand toward Gaeladrial.  “Milady, remind me never to cross your path,” he said in all seriousness.

“The farmhands… are they…?” the woman asked once she was on her feet, a wave of dizziness washing through her.

“They appear to be handling the one remaining dire wolf,” he replied.

“Vaughn…!” Gael cried suddenly.

“Right here, sister,” the boy replied.  Her weariness forgotten, she glanced him over and ensured he was unharmed.  “I’m fine,” he said, fidgeting beneath her scrutiny.

Gaeladrial turned to Lord Eduard, seeing him as more than merely a pompous royal now.  He had certainly proven otherwise.  “Thank you,” she said with sincerity.  “Both for your help and for protecting Vaughn.  Our mother would roll over in her grave if I let anything happen to him.”  She shot the boy a withering glance at that.

“It was no more than I would have done had my own town been under similar attack,” Lord Eduard replied, his previous arrogant facade replaced with a more humble demeanor.  Gael thought the latter more fitting to the man, and she wondered if she had been unfair in her initial judgement.

“Perhaps we should talk more of a partnership,” Gaeladrial said.

“I believe I see a lasting and beneficial relationship between Duskhaven and Pyrewood before us, Miss Gaeladrial,” Lord Eduard responded with a deep bow.

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This story is based on worlds and characters in World of Warcraft.
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Awaiting the Muse by Jamie Roman AKA Effraeti is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

Based on a work at https://awaitingthemuse.wordpress.com/.

My Druids

I have two accounts, and therefore two main Druids – three if you count the multiple incarnations of my Worgen Druid.

DruidWeek - SolaesSolaes is actually my original, first-ever WoW character, who was once Rosaelyn, the Night Elf Druid.  She has gone back and forth between being a Night Elf and a Worgen and at some point got renamed – when she became a Worgen, I think.  In Wrath, I tried to heal and tank with her.  In Cata, I tried to heal and boomkin with her.  In MoP, I tried to make her a feral cat, then switched to healing, then finally finished leveling her to 90 as a boomkin.

I am a horrible Druid, as any spec.  It is the one class I am absolutely horrible at healing with.

Solaes is my occasional attempt at trying to right that, so far with no luck.

DruidWeek - Gaeladrial-WRA

DruidWeek - Gaeladrial

Gaeladrial is a character that was created when I started playing on Wyrmrest Accord.  She now also has an incarnation on Elune with my other toons.  So far, she is just a banktoon, though, and GM of Children of Greymane, my bank guild.  Someday, I might try again at playing a Druid, and that would be Gael.

Keep an eye out next week, for my Alt Appreciation #HunterWeek post!

~ Effy

Alt Appreciation #DeathKnightWeek

DeathKnightWeek - Arthas

Laeleiweyn of World of Lae has challenged bloggers with 11 weeks of Alt Appreciation!  I happen to be a huge altaholic, because I love leveling, love learning new classes/specs, and I most of all love writing stories for my many characters!  So I definitely felt this was a challenge I had to take on.

Here is my post for Week 1.

#DeathKnightWeek

I feel the best way for me to show my love to the classes, is in story form…

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This story is based on worlds and characters in World of Warcraft.
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Awaiting the Muse by Jamie Roman AKA Effraeti is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

Based on a work at https://awaitingthemuse.wordpress.com/.

My Death Knights

I have three Death Knights of note.  This is possibly to be expanded on at some point, since the limit of one Death Knight per realm has been lifted.

DeathKnightWeek - Caeridwen

Caeridwen was my first Death Knight.  She was also my second max level character, after my Shaman back in Wrath.  She began “life” as a Draenei, and has since become a Night Elf and a minor story character of mine.  Honestly, she is only a Night Elf so I could give her pink hair…  Now, she is second to DK-Effy, and exists mostly as my miner and jewelcrafter.

DeathKnightWeek - DK-Effy

Effræti is my Shaman’s other half, literally.  She has been in several of my stories, and is in fact the reason I started blogging.  When I quit raiding for a while in Cata (basically, most of Firelands), I moved to an RP server – Wyrmrest Accord.  I was kind of soured to both raiding with and even playing on my Shaman at the time, and so I recreated Effy as a Death Knight.  It was my second favorite class, and seemed the obvious choice for starting from scratch on a new server.  Little did I know how much creating backgrounds for my characters on an RP server would inspire me!  It started with writing on piece about DK-Effy that came to me late one night and would not leave me to rest until it was out on paper.  That short piece was “Regrets” and became my first blog post back on my original blog, Effraeti’s RP.  Like with all of my Effy pieces, DK-Effy’s story took on a life of its own – from her joining up with Worgen to rid Duskwood of their feral brethren, to her winding up in the “real world” in a piece written for a Blog Azeroth Shared Topic, to her coming face-to-face with herself!

DK-Effy does not get as much play as she should, mostly because I am terrified of tanking in LFR.

DeathKnightWeek - Fehnrir

Fehnrir is a Worgen Death Knight, simply because when I was on the RP server, I was somewhat obsessed (and still am) with the tortured nature of Worgen and Death Knights so much so that mixing the two seemed a great idea.  I still think it is, but poor Fehnrir has seen little love, and still sits in his DK start zone gear at Level 59.  And now, he has been immortalized as a troll.  Oh, the indignity.  lol

Join me and all the other bloggers participating in Lae’s Alt Appreciation next week for #DruidWeek!

~ Effy