Girls gone WoW 54: Refreshingly Exotic

The ladies of GGW are joined by Akabeko who is all the way over in Japan and starts her morning without a coffee. She’s braver then us! We chat about all the grinding we do… rep grinding that is. Also achievement unlocked: Sil is speechless for the first time!

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Show 54: Refreshingly Exotic


The little egg (rp-story)

(Inspired by the Blog Azeroth shared topic, “RP a scene with your Favorite Mount.”))

Orronil watched what the Oracles had given her. It was an egg. Not much of an egg in all honesty. It was soft green of colour, dotted with some yellow spots. They couldn’t tell what would hatch from it, but then again she already had trouble understanding them at all. Something of a surprise they had said. She wasn’t sure if she liked the sound of that. Ever since she had set foot in the cold shores of Northrend she had run into one nasty surprise after another. If it wasn’t wolvar that were throwing spears at her it was some kind of undead mammoth that tried to trample on her. Luckily, Dalaran seemed peaceful. Even if it seemed to get more crowded these days. She missed Moonglade and the trees and peace it harboured. She thought she could find that again in Sholazar, but it seemed there was too much war between the locals for that.

She looked around and noticed she was all alone in the park now. She could hear the noise from horde and alliance a couple streets away from her. She sighed. Perhaps it was time to go back and leave this land with it’s cold peaks. Suddenly the egg stirred in her hands. She almost dropped it when it happened. “What the…” , but before she could say anything a little crack had formed. Curiosity took control of her, even if she was wary. She had heard of beautiful birds hatching from these eggs, but there were also stories of snakes emerging from them. Sure, she was a druid, loved animals, but she wasn’t very fond of snakes… or spiders for that matter.

It wasn’t a bird, she couldn’t see any feathers. “You’d better not be a snake, little one. Or I might have to sell you to that gnome animal handler down the road. No offence, but I don’t feel much for your kind.” Then all of a sudden a little paw burst through the shell. “Ow…” was all she could manage to say. So it wasn’t a snake. It was a gorgeous colour. Emerald, like the dream she had once walked. She helped the tiny animal break free from it’s green confinement and gasped when she held the tiny, green dragon in her hands.

It was a proto drake. She had seen a few of them. It burped and that made her giggle. “Nice drake you got there ma’am.”, a high voice spoke. Orronil jumped, almost dropping the tiny whelp. “What the.. ow yes, erh thank you.” She watched the gnome woman who had crept up on her. “That will be a fine riding specimen.”

“A … riding… what? I’m supposed to ride it?” she looked in horror at the animal. “I’m a druid, I don’t need a flying mount…and it’s so tiny..”

“Not now, silly elf. Dragons grow, like other animals. In fact they grow even quicker.”

Orronil scowled at the gnome. Of course she knew that animals grew. She just hadn’t even thought of riding a dragon.

“You will have to feed it a lot, but I’ve heard they make great companions. Well you have a good day now.” The druid watched the gnome run off, and then her gaze went back to the whimpering hatchling. “I can not promise to ride you ever; I might fly with you though. I will not deny you that pleasure. I do promise to keep you as happy as I can and to take good care of you, my new friend.”

The hatchling hiccupped. The elf grinned, ”I shall call you; Arisaema.”

Oronil’s past (part 2)

There’s a reason why I never played Oronil as a feral, I suck at it. But I also had to find something ic to make her not want to shift into a kitty or bear. It might not be lore accurate, but I’m pretty content with the outcome of this story :)

Several years had past and living with Ravenmane was hard but interesting. He was like a father to her, but he was also a strict mentor. He had taken her under his wing when her mother had died. He had given her a month to get used to living in her new home, but then he started his training. Her destiny was to become a druid. Oronil had heard of them and had seen some of them. They were impressive and she liked how they worked with nature. But soon she had found out that the training of becoming one was a lot harder then she had ever imagined. He showed her the animals and the trees, the flowers and all the plants. He tought her how to fight and how to defend herself. Often she was bruised and losing blood after Ravenmane showed her how easily she could be killed. Over and over again.

She knew that crying and whining wouldn’t help her. So instead she just bit her lip and learned to live with the pain.

It was a quiet night when something came to her mind. Ravenmane was sitting in his big chair, reading a book. Oronil stared into the fire, trying to figure out how to begin her question. “Make up your mind, young one, either you ask the question or you don’t.” Ravenmane had noticed her mouth going open and closing over and over again, each time she wanted to start her question but had stopped herself.

Oronil sighed. “I remember when I was little and you visited us. You said something about my blood, something about my father.. and why was my path already chosen for me? Why didn’t my mother want to tell me who my father was? Is he still alive? How did my mother die?” The questions just rolled out of her mouth. Ravenmane listened to all of them and waited until she was done.

“You’re old enough now to know the truth. But we have to start at the beginning. I you’re your father when he was still young. He was a good friend of mine, a druid like me. He loved his feral abilities as much as I love my healing ones. Your parents were the perfect couple and they quickly got married. But during that time his hunger for power had grown. He wanted to be the best feral fighter ever. And his hunger took him to Felwood. Nature is corrupt in that place and your father started to experiment with the plants and the animals. Trying to find a potion or something else that could improve his strength, his ferocity. He had succeeded, but he had to pay a high price for it. He became just as corrupted as nature in Felwood. In the beginning I didn’t notice. Yes, he was acting differently, but nothing that really worried me. Apperantly some other elves found out and he tried to bribe them. They agreed on keeping his secret save if he’d agreed in an arranged marriage for his daughter. You, Oronil. Your family of your fathers side was one with a lot of influence. And so was the family that wanted your hand in marriage to their son. Your mother wasn’t part of it. She found out later, when your father was already gone. Yes child, the druids found out. Or more correct, I did. It was my duty to tell our leaders about him. He was forming a danger to all of us. Not controlling his abilities, his strength, his lust for blood, he was a monster. We tried to capture him, but he fled. I don’t know what happened to him. Later your mother heard about the deal and she told the family that as long as she was around, she would stand in the way of the union. She also asked me to take care of you if something would happen to you. I am your guardian. Your mother was afraid that you would have inherited some of your fathers bloodlust. The corruption was already flowing through his veins when you were conceived. I never told her that I saw it once. You were young but one of the other children had angered you. I saw how you jumped on him and literally tried to kill him. Your claws were already out and you were slashing away. I grabbed you and pulled you away. You couldn’t remember anything after that. I never told her, because it would only worry her. I wanted to teach you how to handle those instincts, but it will be hard, and you’re just too young now. Now about your mothers death: your mother died on one of her hunting trips. A group of Satyrs jumped her and tore her apart. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to scare you at such a young age. Now I’m sure this story will only make you want to ask more questions. But there’s a time and place for everything, Oronil. And you had quite some information already. I suggest you go to bed and sleep. We have another hard day of work tomorrow.” And with that his gaze was back on the book. Oronil slowly got to her feet and walked to her room. She couldn’t remember how she had fallen asleep that night, but she remembered looking into her mirror once and how scared she was of herself.

Oronil’s past, Part 1

I’ve played on rp-servers almost for 4 and a half years now. Oronil is my main character, my beloved boomie gone resto druid. This is part of her background story.

The ground felt cold. She was barefoot but that’s actually what she liked. Every time her mother forced her to wear her leather shoes she took them off immediately after her mother wasn’t around. The young child liked to touch her surrounding, nature. The trees, the flowers, water, the ground and animals. It had happened that she wasn’t careful enough in her enthusiasm and it ended in her getting hurt. It drove her mother crazy. “Oronil, one day you’ll get yourself into more trouble then you can handle.” Her mother told her daily.

But the child just smiled and continued her investigations. She found a frog and caught it carefully. She took it home with her to show to her mother.

Oronil lived alone with her mother in the forests of Ashenvale. They had a small cottage and her mum provided food for the both of them. She was a skilled huntress. When Oronil noticed that the other children talked about their fathers and not only their mothers, she became curious and started to ask her mother where her dad was. “He’s gone and it’s best if you let it rest Oro. We do not talk about him in this house.” Oronil didn’t know what to respond to that. Why was her mother not proud of him? Why couldn’t she know who he was?

She remembered playing in the living room with a tigerlike doll when he knocked at the door. When her mum opened the door Oronil’s eyes grew big. She had never seen a figure like him. He had horns like the stags in the forests and a long dark beard. That was all she could see of his face because the rest was hidden by his hood. His robes had the colour of the forest and he was carrying a large staff. It was as if nature had stepped into the house. Oronil was impressed and a little scared of this figure. His gaze rested upon the child. “Is this his daughter?” he said in a low voice. Her mother nodded. “Her path is already chosen for her. In time I will come for her and train her. Let’s hope his influence is little in her. Still his blood runs in her veins and we should watch her carefully.” And with these words he left the house.

Oronil didn’t understand what he had said. Was she sick? What was wrong with her? She asked her mother, but she said that little girls shouldn’t worry about things like that and that she was perfectly healthy. Her mother combed her white hair and started to braid it. “Know that I love you very much Oronil. You are the child I always wanted. I will never leave you.” She kissed Oronil’s forehead. Oronil would always remember that moment.

It almost seemed as if she had waited for her mothers return for an eternity. Normally her mum was back during dinnertime, but when the sun had made place for the moon and it’s stars she knew something was wrong. She was sitting in a chair in front of the window, waiting and watching. Her heart jumped when she saw a figure moving from the forest towards the house. She ran to the door and opened it, hugging her mother. But this person didn’t feel like her mother, and he smelled differently. Her mum smelled of roses, this person, he smelled of nature. She looked up and saw the strange man that had visited them. She took a step back. “Mother is not here. I don’t know where she is. She should have been here already. Are you going to find her?” And all of a sudden the child started to cry and fell to her knees.

The figure picked her up and said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry child, but you’re mother is not with us anymore. When you’re old enough I will tell you about her faith. I will take care of you now.” He put her on the ground. “Go, grab some clothes and other things you want to bring with you. We won’t come back here.”

Oronil nodded and started to go through her things. When she was done and had walked back outside, she saw him standing next to an enormous tiger. “This is Karam, he will watch over you and me.” Oronil slowly stroked his furry head and the big creature purred. She knew she was going to like this being. The elf put her on the tigers back and sat behind her. They rode of into the dark night.

My very first post.. *squees*


I guess everyone should have an introductionairy post and here’s mine: I’ve been playing the game since the release and though I’ve tried many classes and enjoyed them, there has always been one class that I loved the most: druid. Yes, I have strayed and I’m a chronic altoholic, but I always seem to come back to my druid.

I would not say I am an amazingly skilled player. Yes, I can keep myself alive and I know what each button does. But I was never one for the theorycrafting or numbercrunching. I use other blogs and websites to get information about what the best gems are and what the best specs are at the moment.

I started with a nelf druid. I did everything with her; questing, raiding, roleplaying and I loved it all. I remember levelling her on a normal pve server and I got her to 60. But I got tired of the server and decided to roll a second druid on an rp-pvp server. I enjoyed it immensely. Now mind you, I’m was a crap pvp player. I somehow got into a panic mode as soon as I was being attacked. I just ran around like a headless chicken, forgetting what my buttons actually did and started to mash on my keyboard. Then I died. I did become better every time and nowadays I quite like pvp. The only thing I haven’t tried is arena’s.

During my time on the rp-pvp server I met some amazing people and some of them I still consider good friends. After raiding in WotLK I started to get tired of playing the same things over and over again. I strayed to some alts, but getting them all up to 80 was…. boring me, I guess.

I tried horde for a while and loved the new quests. I tried al the races just to get a feel of their background and the lore, it awakened my love for WoW again.

In the end I went back to alliance, switched server to be with some rl-friends and now we’re starting to to build up our guild.

About this blog:

It will mostly contain things I experienced in WoW, some news things I’ve read, my levelling updates, screenshots and I even want to start drawing again and posting it here. I used to be ok at drawing, but I stopped and after 8 years, I think it is time to take it up again. It will be hard and painful , since I’m always too picky about my own work and I know that I need to practice a lot. But as soon as I am comfortable with posting my work I will. I’ll also post some ic stories from my characters and their bio’s.

And that’s basically it. Ow and if you’re wandering about the name: human moose…. my druid  had the moose headpiece and when I was in a bg (when it was still against your own realm) there was this famous troll priest who figured out what keys to use to “talk” to alliance. He saw me and called me ‘human moose’. It made me giggle and I thought it would be a nice name. Also I love antlers on all the druidsets. So it only makes sense.