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I want a new title. I want:

“Helper Zwingli”

Now, the title I’m wearing “Farmer Zwingli” is highly appropriate.  I can honestly say that I spend most of my time farming up veggies, hunting up the meat, and making the Pandaren Treasure Noodle Carts.

Now, for those interested, there are purely mercenary reasons for doing this. The Frostwolves use an ELPEKGDLP…Some sort of thingy that allows raiders to gain points. Based upon their number of points they have access to special items AND they can use spend these point on LOOTZ!!!  One of the way you gain these points is by getting raid materials together, and the aforementioned carts are one of those items that we can turn in to gain points.

There’s only one problem…

I’m not a raider!

I’m sitting here with the most point of any person in the guild, and I’M NEVER GOING TO TURN THEM IN!!!

“What a waste of time,” you may say.

I think not.

You see, here’s the thing.  We all play for our own particular reasons.  Some play to raid. Some play to rp. Some play to socialize in /gchat.

I would guess that there are as many reasons to play WoW as there are players.

For me, it’s all about helping.

I’m not saying I’m being altruistic. It doesn’t mean that other’s aren’t helping.  It means that this is the way that I’ve found that I can add the greatest value to the guild that I can.  While I’m a solo player, I really want to be a help to my guild.

What do I get out of it?  I’m glad you asked.  I get my strokes from it.

1) It feels good.  Please understand, this is a pretty nice reward in and of itself. I feel like I’m adding something positive.

2) I get a kick out of Navi mentioning it in vent. I’ve asked about giving my points to other raiders, but she put the ka-bosh down on that idea quickly.

3)  It gives me a reason to log in, even if it is just for a few minutes to harvest my crops.

And, 4) if by some random chance RNGesus allows me to raid, get a normal Garrosh kill, and that beautiful BOA Bow drops (heck, I’d be happy with the Flex version)…I’m sooooooo spending all of my points on it!

Again, I think we all have our reasons why we play. For me, I want to help out my guildies as best as I can, given the play time I have.

What about you?  Why do you play?

Z

P.s. Please send your prayers and kind thoughts my way. It’s only a month before I report to COT for my 5 week introduction *cough* to USAF life as a Chaplain.  I’m giving my 4 weeks notice at my job (yes that’s a thing), selling our house, trying to get into better shape (10min mile, here I come!) Things are winding down here at an atomic pace.  This will be the first time I’ve been separated from my family for any length of time. I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

Thanks…

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Awkward Introduction

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It took a few days for Khesed to recover. Once he replenished his own inner fortitude, he could finally heal himself.

Those few days gave him some time time to think. Krum and Xexell came by a few times to check on him…and laugh at him. Rightly so, it seems.

He had gone into battle distracted. He had proven to be a liability to himself and his comrades. He had gotten hurt, and could have been killed. This can’t be allowed to happen again, plain and simple.

Looking at himself in a mirror, he speaks to the open air.

“I need to see her again. I need to talk to her, even if it is just to lay it all to rest. I mean, come on. It isn’t like this can actually happen! She’s an Aldor, I’m a Scryer. I’m a Blood Elf. She’s a Draenei. If anything, we’re more likely to kill each other than actually love each other. I’m sure she isn’t feeling any affection towards me!”

Khesed waisted most of the day around his quarters. He ate something. Tasted like fish, but he couldn’t remember enough to tell you later. He waited for the time to pass, for the evening to arrive. Around early evening, he made his way to the World’s End Tavern.

The night was still young, so not many patrons filled the seats as of yet. An amplified voice filled all of Shattrath, “Elite Tauren Chieftains playing at the World’s End Tavern in one hour! One hour until the Elite Tauren Chieftains!”

“Great!” Khesed thought to himself. “The tavern is going to be packed tonight.” He ordered a glass of wine from the barkeep, and sat down at a table in the corner. “I wonder if this will be a draw for her, or keeps her from showing up tonight.”

He noticed Kylene making her way around the few patrons who made their way in thus far. She was not only a barmaid, but a great cook as well. Khesed had gotten more than a few tips from her during his time in Shattrath.

He waved her over, “Kylene, good evening.”

“Well hello there handsome! Desire a second glass of wine before you finish the first, eh?”

“No, not yet. Though, I’m certain a second will see this table before I’m done. No, I’ve a question for you.”

“What is it my boy. But make it quick, people are coming in.”

“I’m looking for a Draenei woman, one I had the honor of meeting a few weeks ago. A little taller than I, swept back horns, lighter colored hair, eyes a man could get lost into…” *cough* “Sorry about that.”

Kylene couldn’t help but smile. “A bit smitten, are you?!” Now she let out a pure giggle of glee. “I’ve seem more than one Blood Knight fall for one of those wagging tails!”

Khesed’s face went from tan, to pink, to red…which made Kylene laugh all the more.

“Give me a second Khesed, I know the one you speak of. I’ve seen her in here almost every night for the past week. Seems the Aldorks were doing some work amidst the bird people up in the hills a week or so ago. She was in here, asking about you! I could hardly believe it. A squid asking about one of our pretty boy pallies!”

Khesed’s eyes widened more than a bit. He could feel his heart rate quicken. “She was asking about me? Did she seem mad about something? Did she look like she wanted to see me, or kill me?!”

“Cool it, meat shield! I asked around about you, and Krum told me about your injuries. I mentioned that to her a couple of days ago, and by the old gods she actually seemed worried about you.” Shaking her head. “Never saw that coming.”

About that time, Kylene’s eyes made their way to the door. “Hey goldilocks, look at the piece of spacegoat that just walked in.” She smiled at him, patted him on the back, and waved to a certain Draenei motioning her to come over to Khesed’s table.

Khesed was almost too afraid to lift his head up to look. This is ridiculous! He had taken on everything from Ogres to Pit Lords! He should not be afraid of one Aldor maiden!

Looking up, his breath caught in his throat. He was stunned by her sheer beauty. The elegance of her body. The way she floated across the floor to his table. Her face was flawless, her lips full, her eyes deep pools to get lost within.

She smiled as she saw him, but then a look of uncertainty swept across her face. Almost looking embarrassed, she made her way to his table.

Kylene let out a burst of laughter, startling them both! “Oh, by the gods you two. You would think that you weren’t both adults! Here, let me start this off.

I bet you don’t even know each other’s names, right? Ok, so… Khesed, this is Alienna, priestess of the light. Alienna, this is Khesed, Blood Knight and Shieldbearer of the same.

I believe you two have something to say to each other.”

And with that, Kylene walked off in the midst of the growing crowd.

“So…Uh… Hi.” Khesed could have smacked himself in the face with a battle mace.
Alienna smiled, “Hi. Um…How are you feeling? I heard that you got hurt”

“I’m doing well, thank you. The Ogre that got me didn’t fair to well, though. A couple of my friends beat him down, and lit him up like a torch.” Khesed smiled and Alienna gave a soft laugh.

A- “Friends are good to have in times of adversity, yes?”

K- “Yes, I agree. They are beyond their weight in gold. So, how have you been doing? Has it been three weeks since we last met?” Khesed had an involuntary choking sound escape him at the thought of their last encounter. His face reddened again.

Turning red as well, Alienna said, “I’m doing well, thank you. We had to deal with some of the Arakkoa a week or so ago. Not to hard to handle, but I found my own head wasn’t all quite there.”

“Me too!” *cough* “I mean, I found it hard to concentrate in our battle with the Ogres for some reason. It’s the main reason I found myself injured. It was quite embarrassing, to be honest.”

The crowd kept growing, and the band was setting up for the show. People were jostling each other as it became tighter and tighter.

Alienna swung around the table to sit next to Khesed as the throng of people grew.

Their hands lightly touched each other, and neither one of them made an attempt to retract their fingers. Soon, both of her hands were in Khesed’s palm, with is other hand lightly stroking the top of them. The band began to play, starting out loud and strong, yet neither of them seemed to notice. Both were lost in the face of the other. They drew closer together, now their hands, forearms, and elbows were touching. His foot lightly made it’s way around hers, calf meeting calf.

Getting up as one, they made their way to the barkeep. Paying for a room, they made their way upstairs.

They may not know where this was all going to end up. But they knew where they both wanted to be tonight.

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Falling

The next morning she was gone with nary a word.  To say they were both embarrassed would be an understatement.  She was Aldor, he was Scryers.  These sort of things just didn’t happen! She made her way out of the room, with but a glance in the direction of Khesed.  Khesed could barely keep his eyes open, due to the headache he was experiencing.  Be could barely get the cleansing prayer together in his mind; and when he was better…she was gone.
He didn’t even know her name!

To think, just a few years ago he would have been one of the Blood Knights hunting down the Draenei refugees that crash landed on Azeroth.

Khesed just shook his head as he left The World’s End Tavern.

On the way to the Scryer’s Tower, he ran into Krum. Krum was a giant of an orc; as one would imagine an orc warrior to be. But, he was also Khesed’s friend. Alongside of him was another of his comrade in arms, Xexell.  She was one of the Blood Elves, as well as one of the Scryer’s mages, and regularly enjoyed harassing the young Lieutenant.

“Hey Krum,” Xexell said loudly as Khesed approached.

“Yes, Xexell,” he replied with a gleam in his eye.

Xexell, very loudly so everyone could hear said, “Don’t we have some regulation regarding bestiality and our officers? I thought only humans and gnomes enjoyed a nightly plate of spacegoat!”

Xexell and Krum literally fell into each other’s arms laughing as Khesed approached with his face turning a bright red.

“Don’t you have something better to be doing right now? We do have orders you know.” Khesed sounded terse, but a small smile began to creep into the edges of his frown.

“Come on you two, we need to get our things and head to the flight path.  We leave for Blade’s Edge in two hours, which means the Commander wants to see us in one.”

Krum and Xexell fell in behind Khesed, laughing and making crude comments about having spacegoat tail for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

All Khesed could do was shake his head.

Krum and Xexell may have believed it was a disapproving shake of his head, but in actuality Khesed was trying to clear his thinking.  He hated to admit it, but he couldn’t get the Draenei clothie out of his head.  While much of it was lost in the fog of alcohol; he still remembered quite a bit.

He wasn’t that drunk.

Damned, if he hadn’t become smitten with the Aldor maiden.

He couldn’t seem to get her out of his head.  Her smile was brilliant in his mind. Her eyes were all enveloping.

Her body… He began to turn red all over again, remembering every bump and curve. He had ran his fingers lightly over every part of her as they slowly made love. He could still see her, still taste her, still smell her.

What was happening to him?!

Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, “Dumb bastard.”

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A horrible storm raged around him, forcing Khesed to spend the night in Stonebreaker Hold on route to Shattrath City. Making sure his wyvern was properly taken care of, he headed towards the Inn.

Entering into the establishment, Innkeeper Grilka waived him over.

“Back from the front, paladin? What can I get for you?”

Khesed responded, “A place to rest, something strong to drink. What else does a warrior need?”

Grilka smiled at Khesed, pulling out a skin Sin’dorei wine.

“Something stronger please. I have memories that I don’t desire to entertain tonight,” Khesed said with very little emotion.

Grilka grunted, putting the Sin’dorei wine up and pulling something else out.

“It’s dwarven. Don’t ask me what it is, for I’m really not sure. But, I know it practically eats away paint, rust, and a number of other things. Just don’t ask me where I got it.”

Khesed nods, “I appreciate this greatly.” He places the fee for the drink and bed on the counter with a grateful nod.

The bed wasn’t much. It was more of a hammock attached to the wall and a pole. The walls were animal hides in true Nagrand style.

He didn’t care. What ever this dwarven drink may be, he was sure it would knock him out
before he finished it.

By the nether, it was stout!

It wasn’t that he was afraid to dream. He just preferred to not remember it the next morning.

He could feel it coming on as he drifted into the alcohol induced stupor.

The dream began as it usually did.

Looking up, he sees it. The sign of the World End’s Tavern. He and a number of other Scryers were regulars there. They liked to show up the night before, toasting the future exploits they would have in battle. They would show up when they got back, toasting those whom they lost in battle.

He’s sitting inside now, raising his glass with the others when she walks in. A Draenei woman walks in with a group of Aldor.

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Usually, that isn’t a problem. Khadgar’s Servant made it very clear to him that violence would not be tolerated within the city. Also, Khesed really didn’t care about the Aldor. Not that he liked or disliked them. He just didn’t care about them.

She was good looking…for a Draenei.

Soft blue glow to her skin. Petite horns, slightly curving back over her white gleaming hair.  The thin robe she was wearing left little to the imagination.. To say she was healthy would be an understatement. She had both an air of beauty, dignity with a dash of playfulness. There was no doubt that she could easily handle the staff she carried on her back.

He also had to later admit…she had a fine tail.

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Eventually the jibes started coming. To be honest, he never can seem to remember how it all began. All he remembers is that he’s throwing sarcastic remarks back and forth with the rest of them.

Again, no one is really angry. No one was stupid enough to pull anything. But, the exchange does get a bit heated, especially with the Draenei female. Maybe it was the way she carried herself. Maybe it was the way she threatened him with her staff. Before he knew it, they went from arguing to their own private room there at the World’s End.

What a dumb move. What a stupid move.

“Dumb bastard,” Khesed mumbles to himself  tossing and turning into the night.

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*a great thanks to Askevar for the use of one of her alts as the model for the Draenei in Khesed’s storyline!

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I know I’m late to the party on this one.  It’s my superhero power!

I wanted to take a few moments and be thankful. I seem to remember it going around the interwebs during Thanksgiving.

I’m thankful for my online WoW friends.

This isn’t an exhaustive list, just some of the people I’m thinking of this morning.

I’m thankful for McTacky, Xyn, Aza, Navimie and Askevar.

These are all people that have taken time to interact with me in the game, making me feel welcomed and valued.

I’m blessed to interact with McTacky, Xyn and Aza via vent most mornings. For some reason, they are the late night Ausies of the guild! Xyn was kind enough to take me on his Warbringer kills. McTacky is always willing to help out in any way he can, and is the guy to go to for random conversation!  Aza saved my tushy with his warlock, when I needed some help with a group quest.  He’s always willing to lend a hand.

You know, that kind of describes the whole late night crew of the Frostwolves: Always Willing to Help.

Of course, Navimie is our tyrannical wonderful guild leader. She’s been awesome.

All three of these guildies have gone out of their way to make me feel welcome in the Frostwolves.  My play time is diametrically opposed to almost everyone elses, but they are more than willing to hang out (and not make fun of my TX accent!).

I also mentioned Askevar. She’s another of Navimie’s Lost Blogger Initiative™ reclamations.

You know that one don’t you?  It is when WoW Bloggers end up rolling alts in the Frostwolves. If they aren’t careful, they may end up abandoning their mains, and drinking the oceanic/horde cool-aide.

*cough* Not that I would know anything about that. *cough*

Anywho, Askevar is another of my WoW friends that is always willing to chit-chat. Not only that, but she let me in on an old content raid!

I only wiped the raid once. 😉

She even said that my Alliance toon could join her current guild as a social member! 😀

I just wanted to say “Thank You” for allowing me into your virtual lives. It’s been a lot of fun, and I look forward to what WoD brings!

Z

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I’m an Alt-Tab(er)

For those that don’t know, the <Frostwolves> have moved from Darth’Remar to Saurfang.

Since I’m a social member, I’ve decided (for now) to reroll a Belf-Zwingli.

For anyone that’s rolled a Belf, you know the first quest requires you cull the mana wyrms in the area: Reclaiming Sunstrider Isle.

I was working my way through Reclaiming Sunstrider Isle, alt-tabbing through all the little white wormy flying things.  When, all of a sudden a Level 85, Flagged, Worgen Druid de-stealths in the midst of my mana wyrm carnage.

Since I’m alt-tabbing thru the baddies, of course my next target is the Drood.

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He was level “skull” to me. I assumed he was a 90.

I had a sinking feeling that this guy was a troll. I apologized, and moved to another area to kill the mana wyrms.

Of course, a couple of minutes later he de-stealthed and one-shot me.  I decided to just wait inside the tower the 5 minutes for my pvp flag to wear off.

I go back outside to continue leveling when I get this kind hearted whisper.

So, he was level 85. Go figure.

So, he was level 85. Go figure.

Yes, there he is in all his glory. Logged into his Horde toon “Demonkupkake.” to berate me for “choosing” to attack a level 85 toon.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the common WoW troll.  His name be Worgenkiller (Alliance) and Demonkupkake (Horde).  I’m sure that everyone on Aman’Thul and Caelestrasz Oceanic Servers are so proud of him.

I’m glad that I’m not a new player, or that would have been demoralizing.  I can only hope that this kid eventually turns into a kind hearted adult. I mean, his brain eventually fully develops in his late 20s…

Right?

Z

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Gamon?

I’ve always like Gamon.  The poor guy has gone through a lot of changes through the years.

Now, he’s a level 90 elite!  Orgrimmar’s favorite whipping boy will take you out!

It seems he’s in a bit of trouble with the Kor’kron Guard.

 

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Granted, I’ve got my money on Gamon!

I mean, look at the size of that axe!

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Not that Blizzard hasn’t given us enough reason to be displeased with Garrosh, but it seems that Gamon has gotten on his bad side.  I’m sure there are plenty of Horde players that would fight alongside Gamon, given the chance.

Z

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We last left our fearless, beautifully fully blond headed, Belf Hunter in a predicament.

He’s dead.

He’s dead… and bored.

You might say, BORED STIFF! /BWAHAHAHA!!!

I kill me!

Oh wait…. O.O

Where was I?

Oh yes, dead.

Yes. That is me… Trying to sleep.

Did you know there really is no sleeping in the afterlife?

In this case, I’m not sure if there is an afterlife.  I’m sure there should be something “after” this!

Isn’t this supposed to be transitional?!

So I ask the Spirit Healer, “What is going on? Why am I stuck here? Is this all there is?”

She responds, “I’m actually doing you a favor. Apparently you strode upon the hem of the Angel of Death’s robe. She is waiting for your return, so that her staff can gnaw upon your face!”

/gulp!

“You shall bide your time here little one, until her wrath is fully sedated upon the demise of her RBG enemies. Then, and only then shall I help you return to the life you once knew,” she says in ghostly a voice.

“Do we have an understanding little one?” she said.

“Yes mam. I replied.

“I’m glad we had this talk,” was her final response.

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note: Navimie is one of the nicest persons ever! She is nothing like Navizor is being made out to be. I was talking to her earlier in the day, and mentioned that I needed to get Belf-Z back to life. She laughed and gave me tacit approval. 😉

Z

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I’ve two young children. Two beautiful little boys that I’m trying to warp raise up in the Good and Right Ways.

I’ve full assurance that they will grow into great and powerful Heroes of the Alliance.

One thing Mrs. Z has tasked me with is the nightly bath.  Apparently she doesn’t appreciate all of the splashing, peeing, and splashing that goes on.

We have toys they play with.

These are educational toys (and yes, I’m hoping at least one will be a hunter; thus the animal shaped letters).

C is for Tenacity Pet!

You can imagine the horror when I saw that cute little crab turned over in the tub.

ZOMYGOSH!!!

Do You See What I See?!?!?!?!

Horde Indoctrination!

The Horde is Secretly Infiltrating My Children’s Lives!

Tyrande Whisperwind help us!!!!!

Z

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