Things I wonder...

Do Nagas have butts?
Why does only 1 gnoll out of 10 actually have a paw? And why only 1 paw?
Why do gnolls hate priests so much?
Do gnolls enjoy knolls?
How many brains does a two-headed ogre have, if any?

A Virtual Smorgasbord of World Activities

I have been so very busy. Numerous runs through dungeons including Scarlet Monastery, Uldaman and Zul'Farrak. Sometimes I weary as it seems that the monsters may overcome us all. And yet we forge on.

I've explored some new and exciting places as well, including a jaunt with Skolarae to the far reaches of Felwood and Winterspring, seeking maps of far away locations and travel routes. Despite our comparative weakness next to the monsters we encountered, we prevailed with barely a scratch, other than one deadly encounter with some rather annoying furbolgs in the tunnel between Felwood and Winterspring. Everlook in Winterspring is such a bright oasis and the towering trees are icily magnificent. As a result of this exploration, I now know where to find mighty gryphons to take me to and from the area - this will afford me safer and more timely future travel.

Pinkie, my trusty, long-awaited tiger, has been a stalwart companion, safely and swiftly bounding through these regions even at great personal peril.


I saw a storm in the Blasted Lands the other night, complete with much thunder and dramatic lightening. I do so love a good cleansing storm.

And for daily fun it's been the Hinterlands the past few days, including an episode of very very slow weapons practice with a poor wolf who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and suffered the minor twinges of numerous jabs and smacks with various staffs. The poor dear eventually succumbed to the will of our mighty sticks but not after much healing and shielding and staff-brandishing by me and my trusty companions, Rendon and Skolarae.

When I have a few extra moments to fish meditatively, I am continuing to pursue the elusive Stonescale Eel.

We Almost Conquered Uldaman...

... but not quite. Our hearty band of adventurers made another attempt on Uldaman Sunday and we came "this" close. But in the end we all succumbed moments before the final boss died. And because it was our second attempt, it was also our last... until next week. Photos soon...

Fishing for the Soul

The fishing retreat has been good for the soul. This week I fished and fished and explored as I went. Specifically, I fished in Menethil Harbor for oily blackmouths and firefin snappers, then on to Theramore for a variety of fish and to pick up a fishing quest from Nat Pagle. Perched on his teeny island in the harbor, he oozes a placid oneness with the sea. I sought a similar spiritual enlightenment throughout the course of my retreat.

Quest in hand I proceeded to new fishing venues, making a brave foray into unexplored areas of Feralas and Desolace. First stop at Feathermoon Stronghold in Feralas and then a quick trackback to the Verdantis River. Rendon joined me for an evening fishing expedition when, alas, I did not catch the quest fish.

However, bright and early yesterday morning I revisited the fishing hole and the desired fish practically leapt onto my pole! The Feralas Ahi was mine! Spurred on by my success and feeling at one with nature, I rapidly finished two more legs of the quest including a Sar'theris Striker off the coast of Desolace, not too far north of Feralas. I immediately traversed the entire world, arriving at the Vale of Stranglethorn where I rapidly completed the third leg of the quest. Unbeknownst to me I was sharing an outcropping with a deadly elite crocodile, but at one with nature as I was, he and I happily co-existed while I cast and reeled and victoriously hooked the Savage Coast Sailfin.

One final leg to go and the fishing quest is mine! Soon I must travel to the gloomy Swamp of Sorrows and obtain the elusive Misty Reed Mahi Mahi.

Did I capture the natural placidity of Nat? Perhaps not. But I am refreshed and revitalized and Lorel is no longer on retreat.

On Retreat

After many days of tough battles in some perilous dungeons indeed, including three invasions of the Scarlett Monastery (oh my fallen brethren of the cloth!) and an expedition into the heart of Uldaman, I am in need of rest, relaxation and meditative fishing. Lorel is on retreat.

Warriors Who Herb: The Softer Side of WoW

One of my regular adventuring companions is a strong warrior who keeps me safe. His defensive stance is beautifully-honed and I fear not for my safety when we quest together. But despite his valor and his seriously scary Bad-Ass Axe, Rendon has a gentler side, the side that enjoys gathering flowers and exploring the nether reaches of our world in search of exotic blooms. Many is the time that our motley crew, usually of three, is valiantly saving the world from a traveling band of vicious two-headed ogres in the forsaken Badlands, when Rendon, axe raised mightily, catches a whiff of something floral in the air and says "oh! Peacebloom!" and away he saunters to pick a few flowers before returning to our deadly task.

A Time for Prayer!

A little excursion to a remote fishing hole in Azshara provided some near-death and actual-death excitement for me and my mage pal, Skolarae, today. One never knows what the next moment will bring in this crazy world.