morningstar’s wow patch 3.3 gold tips

Ok the new patch has hot the servers and chances are if you havent already been stockpiling and got your items on the AH you’ve missed the boat right?

Nope. Theres still a few ways to snag some of the post patch spending money that people are throwing around.

The new ammo for hunters and the likes is going to be a real gold mine to the first engineers to get the patterns, and this should probably crash the mammoth cutters and saronite razerhead prices, so if you make them stop. Sell the mats. Saronite ore / bars will rise in price and the arrows and bullets are going to drop. Get your existing stock listed and get ready to move on to the new shiny 3.3 ammo. A prime mat for these new consumables is crystalised earth and shadow. So start farming those and add them to your snatch list. Break up the eternals and get ready for the top raiding guilds to start bying it up soon.

Rogues got a MAJOR mutilate buff. Fundementally changing the way they fight using assassination. No more Rupture in their rotation. How does this make you money. Well you see those rupture glyphs they have, those need replacing. And theres only a couple of choices worth looking at. Tricks of the Trade glyph is the prefered successor, but ambush and fan of knives are being picked up. watch sales of these jump as rogues pick and choose and experiement. Also get stacked up on mutilate and hunger for blood glyphs as lots of combat rogues jump spec to mutilate.

Lots more crusader orbs will be hitting the market so watch for the price dropping and snag them cheap to craft those 245 epics your crafter has, get them made and get them listed fast.Raiders will be throwing a TON of cash at their gear to improve chances in Ice crown citadel and every extra DPS, dodge and heal point helps them. Look at fast high price sales on gems, flasks and food. But as soon as the newer craftables start showing up the old ones will drop in value fast so make the most of them while you can. Speaking of Ice crown, theres a permament debuff in there that reduces dodge by a good bit, so look for buff consumables that increase avoidance or armour being hot sellers.

The new LFG system makes badge grinding a lot easier and you can apparently run the same heroic more than once if you go the random dungeon route. Which means plaers can grind and grind all day for their badges / gear and will have less downtime. The flipside to this is less time on their alts farming mats. So for the next week or two you’ll see demand rise for farmable mats, try nudging your sale prices up a bit and see if you can get away with it.

If you us QA2 to camp th ah and cancel then undercut try  letting your price sit and if  the demand is outstripping supply your higher priced items will sell. I’ve noticed this with the rogue glyphs, people are undercutting like crazy, dropping the price to 2, 3 gold but the 4 or 5 i list at 20g seem to still sell as the demand is currently so high.

Meta gems will be selling faster if thats your market, all the easy new badges means lots of new helmets  so stock up and get them listed while the rush is still on.

Feel free to drop any your own tips into the comments and good luck in your gold making endevours.

Introducing morningstar

So anyways. Not been able to get out huntin again. But I intend to get out there and explore the wonderful world of azeroth tomorrow.. YAY.

But until then I want to tell you about a guy i know, his names morningstar and He’s one of these sneaky elfy rogue types. But he never goes oot and fights anything, nah, his gemes all about makin money. He has all these little tips n tricks fur making money in azeroth so every now and again he might be making a post or two on here, noo he’s dead posh like and may seem a little up his ain arse like, and he is to be honest, but he does knows how to make money.

Oh aye, and hes a fuking poet widn’t ya know… look he won a contest over on another guys website wowstability( which is a really good read about earning gold too by the way. Go have a read of it and fur fuksakes dont mention the poem thingy tae morningstar, the fekers heids big enough as it is.

So look oot fur the puffy pointies tips and hope they help ya.

World of warcraft – alliance races from a dwarven perspective

And by dwarven perspective, I mean as I sit here in the stoneforge tavern staring at the barmaid n her big … flaggons of ale ahem. So theres like five races in the alliance you can choose from if you want to run about hurting things, theres humans, elfy hairdressers, wee gnomes, dwarves (thats us) and draenei (space goats or squid face guys from outer space as they are also known).Now to best describe each of these five races we’ll use an analogy that shud be easy fur yous all tae understand. Drinks.

The humans, they’re like the beer and ale of the alliance, pretty dull but gets the job done. Pretty much standard fare wherever you go and most people like it. every now and again you come across a strange flavoured one thats just not right, like yon nutcase arthas up there sittin on his frozen bum in northrend wie the penguins n deed guys, but in general you can pretty much count on beer tae get you drunk and humans to be dependable.

The elfy hairdressers, now they’re yer wines. Fruity, lacking punch and a bit to effeminate fur ma taste. Oh an apparently age well. Like all gud wines, best left in a deep dark celler and not allowed out fur a couple of hundred years. They come in a wide variety of colours and shades and all have pretentious and ponsy names, if yer really stuck fur it and theres nothing else fur it, it will get yea drunk but you’ll feel daft drinking it and hope yer mates dont see ya with it. Everyone brings one tae a party but end up drinking someone elses real drink, Popular wie wummin and the mare effeminate hairdressing community.

Draeni, well these guys are goats from ooter space, so they’re like yer really good rum or vodka, come from far away and got a good kick and get ya drunk. Ah like the space goats they’re a bit mental and thur wummin have tails… nothing like summit tae hang onta. Dependable drink, versatile and suitable for all occasions.

Dwarves. Now yer talking, here we have the aged 25 year auld malt whisky of azeroths populations. Strong, dependable, suitable for all occasions and matured to perfection. Something of an acquired taste but once you have a taste for it, theres no goin back.

Gnomes. Ok, ya know when yer on holiday right, and the locals are all drinking clear liquid hooch that they made themselves, and  the tourists are sold it,  it being the local export and all, but even though its strong and everyone thinks its lethal and boasts about it when they get hame, but it’s not the real stuff, they get the namby pamby touristy stuff. Well gnomes are the stuff the locals drink, in very small quantities, in tiny glass tumblers as it melts through everything else. Basically yer average gnome is a teeny tiny bottle of 100% pure mental. Oh and they’re usually highly flammable and have a tendency to explode when exposed to nakid flames. They’re often pink. dont know why, but they are.

As for the other races of warcraft, the hordies, we’ll get to them another day. But to give you a picture, you know the row of drinks at the back of the bar, behind all the other bottles, the ones wie the mental names and all weird colours an even though no one ever seems tae order em the bottles are  only 3/4 full and covered in dust and you  only dare to venture into em once the night is late and yer very drunk… well thats were the hordies are kept.

The muffer of aw hangovers, oh aye, And ahm back.

So there I was, kickin aboot yon pointy lands, daein quests fur them mad elfies, you know the type, go get us some flooers an help save the poor wee sick beasties, ye ken, puffy stuff like that. No this was back in the spring like, aboot march 17th.

so there i wus mindin ma ane business, murdering big furry owl people and mad wee imp things, when i bump into this wee gnome thingy. Well he looked like a gnome, he wus dressed all in green felt suit, big black boots wie gold buckles on, and funny green hat. he talked ded funny and kept goin on aboot a pot a gold and how i’d never get it.

But anyways boab cornered the wee green sod and he said if I let him go, he’s get us some really fine bevvy and we could get pished together.

So not wanting tae look a gift horsey in the teeth and thinking that bird in the hand craps on yer sleeves, I decided to go on the bevvy wie the wee green clad shortarse especially as the nearest i’d foon tae drink aff the pointies wus milk.
(still huvnie seen any coos about here, getting real suspect aboot that)

So nuff said, that wee guy sure had some powerfull bevy, he takes me into this wee hillside and next thing I know we’re knocking back some rightous bevvies and mare and mare of his wee pals show up, and they start bangin drums n blewin wee whistles, and of course the drinks flowing like it wus water. Maist of his pals musta been called paddy or summit cause every time someone got a drink in they all raised there glassed to paddy. So I cant remember if it wuz the first, or second month of the party that I passed oot, but when i woke up I wuz upside doon in a barrel in Ironforge and it wuz december,  I had a tattoo on me arm, aparently theres someone called Geyah I may have had intimite relations wie, and theres a big hole  in me memories, but im pretty sure theres a reason that boab seems to have developed a tase fur whisky, but cant remeber why.

So anyways its been like a week and a half and the hangovers still trying to murder me. I havent been able to do anything resembling hunting, but I’m taking, fur medicinal purposes mind, a couple of dozen mugs of ale with every meal. Doctors orders like. And hope to be back on me feet shootin stuff in nae time, if I can just figure oot why mah gun smells of incense and what the ell appened to all my tallent point thingys.

I got a new pet- meet bailey

So, you might have noticed I’ve been a little absent from posting. I’ve had a little break from wow and gaming, with lots of my Real life time being occupied with work and other persuits. But I do have a new pet. Taming him is proving tricky but I reackon I’ll have it sorted soon, or my name isnt hunter eriic

Oh his names bailey. and hes furry, white black n a little tan. and I think he’s a fertocity pet, but he’s very cunning, highly intellegent and very agile so its hard to say.  Here’s a little screenshot of the wee chap, maybe some of the more experienced hunters can identify him fur me.

He’s an 11 week old border collie. I’ve had him out a lot lately and I think he’s coming along great for his age. . Cute init. So catch you all in the game soon.

YAY! I got SPAM

After a couple of weeks of posting every couple of days and some great feedback from all you out there I noticed something was missing that everyone else kept talking about. They were all getting something I wasnt and I felt left out.

But at last, today I got it and now I feel complete. Yes, I got a spam comment! yay, no longer the social leper I thought this little blog of mine was. I too can now reap the benefits of low cost healing potions and pills that will make the wee  bearded ladies of Ironforge swoon at how big a gun I got. 

And If that doesnt work , no probs, I got another here that guarantees that there are these wummin from the exodar desperate for dwarven husbands. Combine the fact that i have won not one, but five different Stormwind lottery sweepsteaks. So Both me and the blue tailed mail order missus from the exodar will be livin in total luxury.

So thanks to the wonder of comment spam I’ll never be lonely, firing blanks from a sub standard “gun” or have to ever work for a living ever again.

Thank you comment Mr Comment spam bot. You made my life complete.

I gotta run now.. apparently theres a exiled gadgetstanian goblin prince that needs me to put some gold in my bank for him and he’s gonna give me half. Such a nice wee chap.

Drunken gnomes and killer murlocs

Here I am in Auberdine (imagine naming yer toon after a vegitabubble) on the hunt for the ghost saber. I reckon I need a good 6 more levels before I can tackle the kitty in question. So I thought I might as well help out these here pointies, helps pay fur the buckshot and beer, and if ah kin get a few levels out of it all the better.

So I poked about a bit and to see what people need doing.  Now when I just got aff the boat I finds a tavurn and upstairs theres one of them wee mentals, you know the ones… yup a gnomegineer. He asks me to go chop up some crabs and stick their legs in a box, so he can talk out it (told you he wus a mental). And “Oh and if I have time some fish has et his box of tools n stuff, could I find em for him? He smelt really bad from stale booze, ah reckon he might have been a little smashed. Noo ahm no averse to taking money aff loonies, especially drunken ones, so I said yes grabed me gun and fishin rod and off me and Boab trot.
Now, fur anyone new tae this fishin lark you need 2 very impotant things fur fishin. (actually after I wrote this it occured to me theres three, LOUD MUSIC. Stops you dying of bordumness)
1. A Fishin rod.
2. Lots of Beer.
(3. with hindsight… loud 70s and 80s rock or better yet country rock music. Cause every dwarf  needs a mullet. business at the front, PARTY at the back.)
So with this mantra in mind I jumped downstairs tae see wit the local brew wus like. There standing in the middle of the tavurn wis a nice wee pointy selling drinks. “Ya Dancer” I thought “Right beside the seaside, drinks and fishin. gonna be great”.
So I grabs a pile of the local hooch off him (some white gear, probably coconuts n rum ah wus thinkin) and heads doon tae the beach fur a spot of the old fishin. Theres a fellow dwarf doon there and he wants me to catch some fish fur him cause he’s a lazy bleeder and disnae want to dae it himself.  he he… mare money fur me frae him.  So as ah’m tossing the hook in and oot the water fishin up fish (REALLY! widnever have kenned it) and the odd lost tool for the wee mental gnome I cracks open one of them white elfy bevvies and gulps it doon.

“BLOODY HELLFIRE”,  I Yelled as I spat the lot into the water lapping at my feet. It wus disgustin. The pointy git had sold me MILK.  Bloody furriners. Canny trust em ah tell ya.
So resigned to a half hour of sober fishing (well sober-ish, thank the gods fur ma wee 1 litre hip flask of 15 minute Old MacIntoshies finnest blinding water) I tossed in the line and caught the fish fur the lazy dwarf and the mad wee gnomes tools.

Right I thought ah’m in a bad mood noo,  think I’ll go kill summit. So I plodded off up the road to town to gie the drunken gnome his bits then i spotted the wanted poster. Some murloc (slimey wee fishy men, in case you didnae know) wus thinking he was all badass sinking people fishin boats and had even killed one of the local elfy guards. And they were offering a nice shiney reward for its head. So I snached a copy of the wanted poster and trotted off north to murder some walking fishes.

As I plodded up the coast on the hunt for murlocs I set boab on mental mode, and he promptly starts malkying all the local crabs and I go about cutting aff their legs. Oh and by the by, theres a bloody lot of crabs oot there wie nae legs, and I mean bafore i goat there. Bloody funny I thought they all had loads I had to kill loads till i found ones wie leggs ah could stick in the box. Weird elfy crabs.

It was then I discovered a wonderful thing. I still had me fishin rod on when a wee crab got too close, so thinking quick, I smashed the rod on its head ( dae crabs technically have heads) and its wee shell split right in half. Dancer thought I, and I spent the next 10 minutes happily killing stuff with a fishing rod and a bear. which gave me childlike joy for no reason I can explain, cept for the fact that killing stufff wie a fishin rod is REALLY fun.

So I eventually got the crabs legs I needed n stuck em in the box for the wee nutter at the inn. Noo he asks me to go kill mare stuff, and stick em in another box. “AYE, Nae bother wee man ” Isaid and thought bugger that, ah’ll do that later. So fun and games aside, I geared up and got into the serious busness of hunting this murlock, MURKDEEP.

I headed north for a few minutes till I spotted a smallish settlement of murlocks. This was murkdeeps lair. So I sneaked all stealthy like up to the village. I assumed the disguise of a tree, cunningly holding two branches above me heed and edgin forward all the while Boab hid behind me pretending to be a fat albino squirell, obviously one that was on the illkins diet, so as to make it look genuine. With this cunning approach we got up nice and close to the villiage, that is till one of em turned round and looked straight at me. I froze and did my best ever tree impression. He called out in a funny gurrgle and another wee fishy man wandered over and I could see the two nodding over in my direction… looked like they wur laughing but it coulda been a trick of the light. Anyway, they musta had some fishy sea type magic going fur them that sees through super spy like disguises, cause next thing ah know the pair of them started chucking spears at me.
So with the famous battle cry ah my ancestors ah sent boab flying intae them “DAE THE WHOLE FEKING VILLAGE BOAB!”
Of course, I let it rip with me gun, popping arcane shots into em and healing boab whenever the heal over time ran oot.
Within  minutes Boab an me hud cleared the beach of wee fishy folk when another bigger murlocky charged oot the long grass, Boab slammed into him, haf a ton of white furry death ripped intae this newcomer, and proceded to make himself sushi so to speak. As I was popping shots inot him I noticed he was one of the rare murloc types, FLAGGLEMURK was its name. It didnae last long against Boab and me but he did leave behind a nice wee set of gloves, cloth willow gloves of the falcon, but they had agility and intellect on em so ah slipped me fingers intae them till I can get summit better.
We then began the attack on our primary target, the murderous murkdeep. THe battle was feirce and long, we kitted him and his wee pal as far away from thee toon as we could, cause them wee murlocs come back fast, breed like rabbits they do.
So at a nice safe distance Boab held agro on the two of em while I nuked into murkdeep and cast the odd heal over boab as often as it was running doon. I downed murkeep and turned my attention to his wee pal, but Boab was doing badly at this point. The battle with the two of them had pushed him to his limits and left him badly injured and try as I might I just couldnae keep him alive. Poor wee Boab fell in glorious battle with his jaws tightly around the murlocs throat. Allowing me to get a final jumping arcane shot in and finish the job.
I mourned poor Boab and left the bodies of murkdeep and his hunter mate on the beach, let the seagulls have em. I used the trick the wee hunter trainer wummin in Ironforge had  taught me ( not the one with her tongue and the bottle of horseradish sauce, the other one about ressing a deed pet)  and brought poor boab back from the other side. His lifeless body vanished and Boab appeared at my side as gud as new. A teeny wee bit annoyed but he’s a big softey once you toss him a few fish and let him beat up on the local wildlife for a bit
So with both Boab and me dinging (ah’m now level 15) I headed back to Auberdine to collect me reward and get the heroes welcome I expect they have set up for me, plus to give that drinks vendor a good slappin. Milk, ewww, can still taste the nasty stuff. Wit wuz he thinkin..ah mean that stuff come oota coos. In fact… noo ah think about it. Ah’v nevur seen a coo in elfy lands, so where they gettin aw that milk frae?
As I plodded back south with Boab, splashin in the water, I spotted a weird deed beasty that had been washed ashore, there looks to be sum murlocs roon it, think I might take a wee look. Ah’ll let you know if I find anything interesting.

Postcard from Darnassus

Arrived safely in Darnassus. Portal from Ironforge was fast, but made Boab a bit sick, he upchucked in some big garden inside a building. Native Priesty types got real vocal about the fish chunk and carrot desecration of some special jacuzi they got in there. How wus we meant to know it wasnt meant fur cleanin up bear puke.
Weather is lovely. Lots of green stuff. Boab enjoying chasing little wispy things and splashing about in the water.
Lots of pointy eared blue ladies about.. took me a little while to figure out some of em wur men. Effeminate hairdressing types these elvies.
Enjoying me holiday so far. Pubs are quiet but drink is cheap, Local food Ok - lots of fruit.
Learned to fish today. good fun and apparently dead handy to learn for feeding boab. Gonna take the boat across to toon called  Aubergine or summit like that  later, see if the huntin is good. Might do a bit more fishin over there.
Wish you wur here. See you all soon
Hunter eriic
PS – apparently you cant shoot at all the bears here.  Sum of em are elfy tree huggers druids in disuise. They get a little annoyed when you try taming them so dont. Also, boabs banned from the bank after the incident with the level 50 bear that was afk, apparently he felt violated. Go figure.

Finding a fence for the phat loot

With my mind set on getting myself a nice Ghost Saber as my kitty pet I thought I’d better unload some of the awsome loot that has my bags bulging. I canny think who wouldn’t want to buy all these spider legs.. they’re crunchy on the outside and soft and squishy in the middle. YUM!

So I hopped on the old giant budgie from loch modan and headed over to Ironforge. Now I had a lead on one of these dress wearin types that could arrange me passage over to elf land to begin me hunt for the kitty, so I can start negotiations with her while I unload all me luckies onto the auction house. (I’m assuming its a her… it’s confusing with the dresses like… call em robes if it makes you feel better, but a dress is a dress no matter how you describe it)

So I arrives in Ironforge, the hustle and bustle of people rushing about on all manner of mounts, chatting and arguing in front of the great bank, ok… lots more arguing than talking but hey… we’re dwarves. And there’s me goal, the big auction house itself.

Before I could take 2 steps towards it about 5 little guys with the most bizarre names you can imagine swarmed round me and started babbling about great deals they can do me, if I wanted to buy gold from them, they’d give me lots of special offers and lots of free gold all I had to do was give em lots of money and honest they were trustworthy and safe an wouldnt rip me off… honest.
Now I wasn’t born yesterday.( I was born 7 days ago) I know these mad wee nutters are breaking the law and buying gold from them is just as daft as me bathing in barbeque sauce and then going dragon hunting naked. (Lets see ya get that mental image oot yer head without a few months of therapy) So I called over a Ironforge guard and he promptly kicked em up the backsides  till they got the message and left me alone. “Spammers, what can you do” was all he muttered.

So I continued into the auction house and gave the listings the quick once over to see if anyones selling any the mail or magic dresses and sticks that I’d found on me travels so far. It allowed me to judge just how much to punt this stuff for. So while im rummaging in my bags and figuring out what to sell things for, I realised even though I’ve managed to pick up some reasonable sized bags, I bought a couple the last time I was passing though here as the more bag space you can get the better, every time my  bags begin to fill with good stuff im gonna have to wander all the way back to Ironforge to flog it in the AH, or to stash stuff I wanna keep in my bank. and thats gonna really be a pain in my butt when I’m out on the hunt and tracking down some weird and wonderful beastie I want to trap, tame, skin or eat. So I set out to find a solution and thats when I met her.

She was standing in front of the bank, short black hair and all the right sort of curves to get a wee hunters gun primed to fire shall we say. Only a inch or two smaller than me and from her accent ah could tell she was a dun morogh girl. And them are real goers. She introduced herself to me as Minniter and we got to chatting. Felt strange chatting to this wee wummin dressed as she was in a full tuxido, but she seemed to know her stuff. She told me she had a large bank with lots of bag space I could make use of, and that she had a detailed history of Auction house prices going back a long time, kept up to date using something called auctioneer, probably her boyfriends name knowing my luck, and that all I had to do was post the stuff I want to keep or sell and she’d manage it all for me. And if I wanted just some tempory space in my bags just to mail it to her and she’d just send it right back to me and I can let it sit in me mailbox for a month or until I need it.

This was perfect. Just the thing to save me going back and forth between Ironforge and wherever my travels have taken me everytime my bags bulge. After all, every pub and tavern has a mailbox outside it, and trust me, I can ALWAYS find a pub.

She smiled a sweet little smile that just my day and said ” so sweety, we got a deal?” And I told her sure we do. Then I made some small talk with her and suggested the next time I was in town perhaps we could get together, and she just smiled. Just as I was leaving to meet the mage, I asked her. ” why do you want do all these things for me?”
“I’m a bankalt” she said  as I walked away. “It’s what I was born to do.”

Back to the shootin stuff

Ah back from a short gaming break over the weekend. Not had much time to sort me and boab out. But wow! I got a ton of comments from fellow hunters out there and was totally bowled over by your support. Does a wee dwarf proud to know im a member of such a warm friendly community. Albiet a short, beared member with a penchant for shootin squirrels. ( they are agents of the horde. Ah’m convinced of it)

So was really intreged by a comment by creizi – Proud Draenei Hunter – Darkmoon Farie Server who mentioned trying to tame one of the spirit cats from the wee statues in elfy lands over in darkshore. And that got me thinking (which takes a lot to bee honest ).

 Its a shame tem poor wee elfy hairdresser types got all em wild animals and no real beared nutters… I mean no sage professional pest controllers to help em keep the numbers down. So I’m gonna hunt me doon one of yon dress wearin hairdresser mage types and see if I canny persude the chap to make a portal over to hairdresser land for me. I reckon i can get one of them mad wee gnomegineers to make him some new curlin tongs to bribe  him to do it.

 I’ll make it a bit of a busmens holiday.. shoot a few big birdies, tame a little spirit cat and show these pointy eared hunters with there bow, a good bunch i hear, how we do it stunty style. Buckshot, beer and bear.

I’ll post back on my progress. If i dont get lost trying to get there that is.