Whats-a Behind Me, Is Not Important

Suppose I should say sumthins about this race.

BRK says to me yesterdays "Ratter! I wanna do a race! With Tauren! But I don't know fashoozle about all that space between Winterspring and Silithus! There's a continent in there, isn't there? Where Taurens come from? What do you call it? I don't know! What can I do? I can't level a Tauren hunter to 40 to lead the race in 4 weeks! I don't even know the quests or the towns or the zones! I've never leveled anything that isn't a dwarf! I need a Hordie to lead things and plan things and make it all work so I can look amazing! But I can't think of any Hordies! What am I going to do??!?!?!!"

"Well, Kitty, I's Horde. I's walked across the Barrens a few times-"

"Yes! That's Right! You're Horde! Why didn't I think of that! It's brilliant! You're the faschnizzle! I can put you in charge, and then I can sit back and roll up a level 1 Tauren and have fun running and take all the glory afterwards! I love it!"

"Well, okay, I think-"

"Make sure you recruit people to man the start and finish line! And mages! We need mages to get everyone to Shattrath after! This is gonna be great! With my name and your amazing virility (have I mentioned I have a man-crush on you?) we'll bring'em in by the hundreds! By the thousands! By the tens of thousands! Huzzah!"

So, that's more or less how it happened. We're gonna be racing from Camp Narache in Mulgore to ... somewhere. Maybe Gadget. maybe Everlook. Maybe the gates of ZG. Haven't decided yet. I'll let ya know when we do.

Is gonna be May 3 (is a Saturday) on the Cenarion Circle server. Starting time is 4pm ST, which is 7:00 in New York, 4:00 in California, 6:00 if you live somewhere civilized, and bugger only knows if you live in Norway or Madagascar. You folks is on yer own.

CC is a RP server, but the horror stories of folks gettin' flagged and banned if they don't look and sound 100% like Legolas is pretty much an exageration. Just don't be a prick in global channels and keep things PG-13 or cleaner and I don't expect no troubles from the thought police. 'Course I been wrong before, but that'll be part of the fun.

I done got me friend Zinzi to vlunteer to be the finish-line flag-waver. I know she's a tasty piece of trollflesh, but be polite, you buggers. I needs her to still like me the next day. For mages to send folks to Shat, well, I'm a little short at the moment. Like, the whole way short. So if you's a Horde mage on CC, or yer brother is, or you know a bugger who knows a bugger what owes you a favor, lemme know. We'll work out some sorta quid-pro-walrus deal to make it worth your time.

So that's what I got at the moment. Is gonna be more later, here or at that other place.

To the Naked Human Woman What Just Stood There in the Arena This Morning

Thankee fer the two easy wins, hon. I'll be happies ta pay ya back be lettin' you come over to me place tonight and have yer way with me unresisting and irresistable orcflesh.

Shizz Work

Some quests just ain't worth doing.

Can't wait until I gots to pick up the talbuk poo again. What'd these Outland folks when the Dark Portal were closed fer 20 years and they didn't have no Azerotheans for to clean up the messes?

Up Mine

She's right. It do be funny. She still don't know how to put condiments on a sandwich, though.

I Used To Not Know Hows Ta Spell Eginneer

And now I is one.

I tells ya, it were a flurry of crafting work. And running. Lots and lots of riding and running. Run to the trainer. Run to the forge. Run to the mailbox fer the latest shipment of materials from Galertruby (who done did a bang-up job of holding onto all that coarse stone and mithril bars and all else what I didn't have room in me bags fer). Oh, bugger, I needs the recipe for white fireworks, so fly to Ratchet to buy that.

Pause for breathe.

Okies, more crafting. More riding. More running. Fly to Thrallmar for more training, 'cause the Azeroth trainers is a buncha yokels what can't teach the good stuff. Hammer, hammer, hammer. Fly to Nagrand to buy the recipe for seaforium bangsticks.

Phew. Take a break.

I still need to swing by the AH and pick up a primal nether fer to make me Goggles of Uber-Tanking, but I know the schematics and they be in the bag. And oh yeah, some gems. And I still need to pick a faction (great googly moogly, another faction) - Gnomes or Goblins. I's leaning Goblins, simply 'cause being able to pop over to Area 52 would be a big help. But I'll chew on that. But I's mostly done. 'Cept fer me flying machine. And mats fer some Goggles of Smashing!. And some other stuff. But other than all that, yup I done did it.

(Is were mostly done following this here guide).

He's Got The Fever

Got a letter from me old friend Rim the Troll today. He's pretty much been in retirement since last summer, but apparently some domestic issues done forced him out on the adventuring road again. Trollop issues, or not enough babies to eat, or sumthin' like that. I can't be bothered to keep track of the details. Anywho, he discovered them new PvP blue gears, and bought hisself 3 pieces (were all he's reputable enough fer at the moment). Then he went to AV, for the first time since before the dark Portal done opened, I think.

"Ratter, mon, it were awesome! We won, and it don' take a long time or anything! But I tell you da best part mon - some orc paid me eleven gold after. Eleven gold, mon! You tell Rim how to do more of dese quests, Ratter - I want lots of gold so I can get a dragon to ride too."

So tonight we's going out to run dailies together. He never did Skettis or Ogri'lalala, and he sure don't know nuthins 'bout the Dorkbabies Offensive. I'll sharpen up me axe, he'll set his fireballs to "deep fat fry", I'll fetch me pony keg outta the bank, and we'll go have us a good time.

So What's the Warrior Equivalent of a Huntard?

Meh. I don't like this post, now that I reads it. Too cranky and mean. So I takes it down.

UPDATE: nobody's gotta worry about theyselves. I just saw a level 70 warrior wearing a strange (in me mind) mix of expensive crafted tanking gear with dps shoulders, and then when I looked more close he were carrying a "of Intellect" mace. I thought this were pretty bizarre, but the fact that I were grumpy about completely unrelated stuff made me post come out sounding mean and harsh instead of entertaining, and I don't like to be that way.

That's all.