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.

WOW manners and ettiquette

So I decided to head back into dun morogh last night, bacause i wanted a big white polar bear as a pet and theres two of them in there. Bjarn, the rare spawn and Mangeclaw, a quest related bear thats slightly trickier to tame apparently, because he can interupt your taming.

So I left Ironforge and headed east with the intention of going to the northern gate and picking up the quest for mageclaw. On the way I passed the Aberstill Ranch. So stopped in to pick up a little white snow rabbit from the little kid that runs about there. You just gotta be quick to click her and she’ll stop and sell you one.

While there i picked up the quest to kill Vagash  “Protecting the Herd”. Now this not being my first dwarf, I’ve done this before so I nip round the hill and head up towards where I know the Vagash cave is. Now last time I was here this guy was elite now he’s a bit of a cakewalk to be honest.

As I left Aberstil another hunter was there, a level 10 with the name baalin, and he’s keeping pace with me as we head towards the cave so i gotta ssume he’s on the same mission. However before we reach the cave he’s jumped by a local leopard, and held up while his pet fights it.

I get to the cave and there Vagash is. So I light him up with a hunters mark and I’m about to open up on him when i think… nah i’ll wait till the other hunter catches up, group him and share the kill. After all this thing muight be in a twen minute respawn counter or something silly like that and it’d be a shame for him to be waiting about.

So baalin rounds the corner and I toss out the invite for a group and /s lets share this kill.  He waits till he’s right up beside me, refuses the group and opens fire and tags Vagash. I was so angry I can barely keep this post off the mature list. Now I know Vagash has a real fast respawn now, but thats not the point.

This is the sort of thing is what causes people to become totally self centered in games.  People who behave as if they’re the only player in the game and that have no interest in interacting or cooperating with other players should really go and play some offline game. Really. If you want to play all by yourself  go play Oblivion or some other game like that, it’ll be far more up your street.

Behaving like a total jerk, for no reason, is just anti social behaviour and to be honest again, you dont want to be in a community based game if thats the sort of thing your after. Sure you dont need to be angelic or the perfect player, but some respect for other players wouldnt go amiss.

Rant aside. I wandered off and got this little chap as my new pet.

 Meet Boab the bear.

Boab the bear. He likes fish.

Boab is a lot of fun to play with. We headed over to loch modan and started doing the quests over there.  By the end of the night.  Boab was level 13 and I had reached level  14. And we were quite happily taking on level 18 and 19 troggs down at the excavation on the far side of the loch. Good fun

Talent points to spend

So I finished a couple of the starter quests in loch modan and ding level 12 last night, and before logging off headed to Ironforge so I can Train up when i log back in later today.

I’ve now got a couple of talent points to spend and I’ll be popping them both into the Endurance Training taking it to a nice 6% health buff for bawheed and a handy 3% for me

I’ve gone this way because frankly bawheeds going to be doing most of the tanking and soaking up damage, and with this talent he can take a bit more. which is only going to be good.

Once I’ve capped it at 5 points I’ll turn my attentions towards thick hide to boost his and my armour.

Eriic Is born

Hunter Eriic, (thats me btw) was born on the alonsus EU wow server on the 17 th february 2009 and is a fresh faced dwarven hunter.

Armed with a bag of light shot and a trusty boomstick he set out to face whatever Azeroth and the world of warcraft could throw at him.

5 minutes later and a quick run back from the spirit healer (or the big white fairy as she’s been described by the little hunters in me family) and i realise hunter eriic cant take on an entire cave of beasties at the same time…. Im gonna need a little help.

So I wander about dun morogh doing lots of odd jobs here and there for the local folks and killing a lot…an awful lot of boars. LOTS and LOTS of boars.
and eventually The local hunter trainer reckons im ready. With my newly reached level of 10 I am sent out taming stick in hand and set to tame what will no doubt be the first of many noble animal companions. So facing my hunter trainer.. I ask.. so which noble beastie will I tame. The towering bears of the north… A cunning wolf? Or the beautiful but deadly snow leopard?

No. 2 minutes later knee deep in mud and snow im trying to tame a boar. what is it with these people and boars.

Luckily I was sent out again this time to tame the sleek leopard then a mighty ice claw bear. Then a quick trip to Ironforge and I’m taught how to care for the needs of my pet. The feeding and healing of them so to speak. Then its time to find the first of my companions.
I stalked the ice covered lakes and snow covered hills until I spotted the mighty black bear I had set my heart on. A battle of wills ensued. The bear fought me with all its spirit but i finally tamed the mighty beast and he now consideres me master.
I took the final step of naming my new companion before setting off to loch modan in search of further adventure. I hear tale of Giant Spiders and strange crocodile infested isles in the loch. Great fun to bwe had then for a hunter looking to make his mark on the world.
So I called my faithful new friend to me and spoke his new name for the first time.
“Bawheed, lets go kill us some spidurs” I said. “Ah hear theres some real good eatin on em.”