Archive | February, 2009

Going Home…

28 Feb

dsc_0106Tah’Mahok looked out over the broken, snow covered terrain of the Borean Tundra towards the Dragonblight.  He knew the ground like he knew the haft of  his axe – every pit – every gnarled acre, every rough edge.  Standing atop the rammed earth embankments of Outpost Durak, Tah’ breathed deeply of the fresh cold air and then, with all of the ceremony and pent up rancor of a year in this miserable den, he spat.

Tah’Mahok was going home.

The Remnants of Tah’s company, the 4th Infantry (foot) were gathered below in loose circles.  Some were tending the shaggy kodo used to pull their supply wagons while others were packing their own rucksacks or tending to any of the multitude of small tasks that make a soldiers life in the field possible.

A year ago the 4th Infantry had looked much different.  Fresh off the zeppelin from Orgrimmar they had been excited, energized, ready to hew flesh and stone alike in order to build the Horde’s beachhead in this forbidding and icebound land.  It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Veterans now and weary from the constant toil and intermittent battle they were, to an orc, ready to leave this place.

Their replacements, some light Infantry company from Durotar, looked much as the 4th had all those months ago; fierce and eager in equal measure.  Already the new unit’s colors were snapping in the wind. Patrols were forming up while guards and messengers double-timed it around the outpost’s perimeter.  Every movement was sharp, every action with purpose.  The new pups were ready to bathe their axes in the blood of the enemy (any enemy) – if only these tired old dogs from the 4th would make way.

“Soon enough,” thought Tah’.

With a dip of the head and a quiet prayer, Tah reflected for a moment on those that had fallen over the past year.  The two young warriors from the Crossroads came to mind most clearly.  Both had been as eager and as raw as the new recruits below him.  Some months ago, the Scourge had started to use explosives and rockets.  The explosions, which were enough to make a goblin engineer blush in shame and envy, had rocked Outpost Durak for days on end.  The 4th had weathered the bombardment much like anything else.  Something to be endured – something to be repayed in kind if possible.  But like the weather, the enemy often proved to be an elusive and unpredictable foe.  With these new weapons, the Scourge could kill and then vanish with little more than the ripples of wind across a pool of blood.   The two from the Crossroads had died instantly.  A rocket, larger than the others, found the packed earth and timber of their shelter.  The explosion had rattled Tah’s teeth and made his ears pop.  As he and others fought their way through the smoke and debris, they found a new enemy to fight, that of their own fear and shocked disbelief as they tried to sort living from dead and to make sense of the ruin.  Tah’ remembered trying to match the limbs of the still living with those that were not.   While no magic could rejoin flesh that was sundered, it still seemed the right thing to do – and it was all he could do – for there was no enemy to fight.

There had been battles of course.  None of it had been the grand  force on force engagements they had trained for in Orgrimmar.  It was more like fighting elves in truth.  Unexpected, vicious attacks as they returned from patrols or escorted supply convoys.  The pace and unpredictable nature of the attacks had ground on the 4th like a mill wheel until the strong and lucky alike felt more like chaff than fine and precious grain.

Tah’s head lifted at the sound of horns.  Off in the distance he could see a small wagon train inching its way towards Durak.  It was their ride home.  Tah’Mahok grinned and started down the battlement, his axe held loose.  The others saw his expression, the sudden light in his eyes.  It was time to go.

As the 4th hurried to heft their gear or ready their beasts for travel, few stopped to look around at this small, dust filled place that they had lived in for the past year.  None realized it yet, but it would be a part of them for the rest of their lives.  The long days of nothing, the battle, the poor food and frequent sickness.  The sweat and blood and the memories of both would mix with the dust and the stone like mortar, and in time it would make the Outpost something more than just a piece of ground on a battle master’s map.  For a while, Durak had been home, the place where they had made a stand and maybe made a difference.

For now though, it was simply a place that every orc in the 4th Infantry (foot) wanted to leave.  Life was short and hard and as Tah’ and his company moved toward the great log gates, their minds were invariably  filled with visions of softness.  For Tah’ that meant his little homestead near Mulgore, his few acres, the mud and thatch of the roof, the scent of sandlewood burning and fresh meat cooking over coals. His mate, Dal’Mayyen and his two pups.  These were the things he lived for now, to make up for lost time, to wake, swaddled in furs and love, a fresh tusk mark on his cheek.  To be home – his real home.

As one, the 4th raised their weapons and let go a fierce shout that snapped the tundra winds into a brief fury.  They were part of the orcish Lok’vadnod now, the great song of heros and the sergeants began to chant the refrain as they marched.  The replacements watched with a mixture of pride and envy as the veteran’s convoy wound out of sight, the strains of the 4th’s song and the ripple of fading sun off a hundred blades caressing the sky and leaving one last memory for them all to share.

Goodbye Afghanistan –

See you all down the road.  Posts will be made as I travel by my trusty AFK-Writer-Bot.  Be kind to him – he’s sensitive.




It Matters…

24 Feb

httpwwwaspectoftheharePike posted something pretty awesome today.  I don’t want to steal her thunder by retelling the story here, so make tracks to her site and start absorbing the words.  Suffice it to say that the departure of another great artist from the blogosphere is making some folks take a long look at our shared world and the works we’re creating around it.  Go read it and think….

While you’re at it, go see Slow Wolf.  I think Klinderas has a great idea.  He’s tagging some of our best and brightest  to tell the story of how they got started.  I think when one great blog is coming to an end, it’s really important to hear others tell of how and why they started.  You never know – maybe those stories will inspire others to start creating as well.

Oh and Pike – yes – everything you do matters.  After all what we do helps define who we are.  The Good – The Bad – and the Ugly.


23 Feb


Sorry, according to blogger-law, when your first toon dings 80 – it requires a post!  Tigerclaw is the first of my toons to hit the big eight-O and she did it in Sholazar Basin.  I’m stoked and confused all at the same time.  I know most folks say that the game really doesn’t begin until max level, but for myself, I’m always a bit let down.  I don’t know, it’s like the moment my experience bar goes away, my motivation goes away.

Anyway – my most pressing goals at the moment are to grind up about 6000 gold to pay for an epic flyer and cold weather flying.  That’s something I can do while pursuing other things like getting geared for heroics and such.  Does anyone else have any suggestions?  Achievements?  Dailys? PvP?  Toss me some ideas!

Day Late…(6) Dollars Short

22 Feb

Okay – so I did get tagged – and I did dig through my current screen shots folder for pics.  I grabbed my 16th, 26th and 46th…(not including feet shots and bank ceiling shots…or loading screens….)  What?  looking for some kind of reason behind my numbering?  Keep looking – they have sixes in them and that’s as close as I could get 😉

First up, this is Skychaser in her stalled at level 71 greatness.  Can’t seem to get back into the enhance shaman thing and leveling as resto is like stabbing my eyes with hot flaming monkey fists.  I miss Sky’ – but my time and attention is back on Tigerclaw at the moment.

Tiger’ back in Borean Tundra, hanging out with new friends.  This was during her fury phase.  Titanz Gripz is a lot of fun but leveling as protection spec is AMAZING right now.  I bet I spent almost 200 Gold bouncing back and forth between fury and prot trying to decide which I liked more.

Last but not least there’s Rainchaser.  She’s actually 69 and in Borean Tundra right now but this was her as she first started making hoof-prints in Outland.  I miss her.  There is something about the hunter class that calls me back no matter what.  Once Tiger’ is safely at 80 and making headway in heroics we’ll head back to the  Borean, string our bow and soldier on.  Until then, Rain’ and and Loki are hanging out at Taunka’le, enjoying the hot springs!

Back to writing for monkey-boy!  Coward Delivery III out soonish!


21 Feb

D’oh!  Syrana tagged us today  so now I need to go digging through me screenshot folders looking for pictures of something other than my feet or the roof of the Thunderbluff bank >_<

I promise to have some up ASAP!  Until then – I give you: 
wowscrnshot_021809_143500The busiest screen shot EVAR 11!!1!


20 Feb

Sertab misunderstood my suggestion that his new toon take up herbalism as a trade skill…


Or did he?

Tauren Rogue Balance

17 Feb

So my buddy Sertab is new to WOW and he’s pretty peeved that he can’t roll a Tauren Rogue. Surprisingly – there are a lot folks out there that feel the same way. After all, if you have some knee high gnome in solid plate tanking bosses – who’s to say that a 7 foot tall cow-man-rogue wouldn’t be equally as feasible….