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Since a picture is said to say more then a thousand words, I thought three pictures would say even more! So here goes:

Click the images to view the fullsized versions.

This is what I stumbled upontoday as I was leaving Dalaran, on my way to Naxxramas:

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A close-up look at the first phase of the Kel’Thuzad fight:

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And the result of endless weeks of raiding that godforsaken place:

mace

No need for any more words, i think 🙂

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On Twilight Wings

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We were the first on the server to take down Sartharion with three drakes up, but as we got more and more used to the content, we came to the point were everything got cleared in one night, i.e. Wednesday night, the one night I can’t play. This week, I got home early from work and got invited to the raid for Malygos and Sartharion. On Sartharion the drake dropped of course. The raid leader did a raid roll as usual and ended up with a person who already had a drake. New roll. The person he called out next passed. New roll. And that’s when it happened: my name came up.

And so, here I am: the happy owner of my second drake on Maiara (the first being the Bronze drake from the times event in Culling of Stratholme Heroic). I’ve promised myself never to use flight form again!… well at least not anytime soon 🙂

Here’s a close up on this beauty, who I haven’t thought of a name for yet:

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Considering how hard it was to shift form when switching over from Aendi to a new vessel, I’ve now decided I need to switch around on  regular basis, so that I don’t get all rusty again.

Having decided this, I went over back to Aendi in Shattrath the other day. When I turned up on the Isle of Quel’Danas I was greeted by a more then grumpy representative of the Shattered Sun Offensive. He kindly reminded me that I had left word I’d be off on vacation for ONE day, not TWO weeks and that if it were to happen again, I shouldn’t bother coming back again.

I smiled and nodded and went back to work. Not because I plan on following orders, but I thought I might as well squeeze one last paycheck out of them, before resigning.

Mister Birdie will not be happy about me loosing my steady income, since we’re still about 3 000 gold away from being able to invest in a swift flying mount, but he’ll just have to live with it.

I was getting ready to go back to the Cow when I just remembered that I hadn’t worked on my transmuting for a while and decided to transmute a Primal Earth into a Primal Water just like my trainer taught me. Just to stay sharp and get some practice.

I did not expect this:

It turns out, if you’re really skilled, you can actually transform ONE Primal Earth into THREE Primal Water. Who would have thought?

But I still don’t belive all those rumours about being able to transform one Primal into five. That’s gotta be Humbug. It’s gotta be…

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It’s Thursday. I’m in the Shattrath Bank. Again. Rearranging and organizing things. Again.

Fortunately Idara showed up in the nick of time to save me from boredom. She had just finished polishing her shield and said she wanted to try out some new fighting moves, was I interested in joining her into a dungeon? Sure. One of the really hard ones, without the weakening spell on, she insisted. Fine by me.

So she looked up Masque and Malignant and told them both that we were going (she seldom leave room for other people to protest) and that was that. Of course seeing as we were going to venture into one of the tougher dungeons, we would need another person to join us. With Idara tanking and Malignant healing her, we had Masque and me killing off the minions. We needed another person to help out with the killing.

Masque insisted that we go down to the Underbog and kill the Black Stalker, the creature that dwells in the utter depths of the dungeon. Apparently Griftah the troll had told him that the magic of this creature was such that one can use one of its tendrils as a weapon of great power. Masque wanted it.

So we asked around and got told that there was a rogue looking to go to the same place. Are you a good at sneaking around? Yes he was. Good, you’re hired. And off we went.

As usual we had no trouble getting through the creatures that live in the Underbog. The only creatures that gave us some trouble were the two Underbog Lords guarding Hungerfen. They have this nasty ability of growing in size and strenght disturbingly fast. After discussing it we decided on letting Masque distract one of them and lure it away, while the rest of us took care of the other one. We lost Masque in the process, which made him quite grumpy. You’d think with him being an undead and all, he’d be used to it by now… But apart from Masque there were no other casualties.

The great thing about the Underbog is that it is the perfect climate for a very rare flower. It doesn’t grow anywhere but there and it is very highly treasured by the Sporeggar Tribe. It also smells divine.

Dear Diary,

Today Masque gave me a [Sanguine Hibiscus]. Oh my…

We got through the rest of the dungeon without any major problems. We even freed that poor druid again. Seriously, he has to be masochistic. Why would he otherwise let himself get caught by that hunter over and over again. If i was him, I’d move to Azeroth, maybe Hillsbrand Foothills, get me a nice cottage by the Lake and forget all about that hunter, instead of falling into the same selfdistructive relashionship pattern.

After freeing the druid we had to dispatch of two more Underbog Lords and then we found him: the Black Stalker. Tactics were discussed. Idara would rush at it and keep it’s attention while the rogue would sneak up from behind. Masque would attack from the left and me from the right, with Malignant standing between us in case he needed protection.

The fight was short. The creature turned out to be no match for us and after slaying it, Malignant went over to start skinning it. Boy did that ever tick Masque off! He went off screaming on the top of his lungs WAIT! I need to get a tendril first! Don’t skin it yet! Fortunately for him, Malignant had started with the head, so they both got what they wanted.

Turns out that was quite the wand, that Masque acquired. After seeing my disappointment at not getting one as well, he offered to go talk to Griftah again and see if we could find another Black Stalker somewhere to get me the wand.

Dear Diary,

I’m not into the whole date-an-undead thing, but I have to admit Masque’s quite cute. Noone can handle a wand quite like him and that shadowform of his is absolutley delicious.

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So I’m an Alchemyst. I’ve always been an Alchemyst and one of my favorite things about meddling with Alchemy have always been the transmutes. You know how the Gnomes have since the dawn of ages been trying to transform lead into gold? Well they were fools, that’s of course not possible. But you can transform iron into gold and I’ll never forget the day i learned how to do that! Here in Outland they’ve taught me how to transmute different kind of primals and I’ve even learned how to create a Primal Might by transmuting a bunch of different primals all together. Zarehvi, my trainer up in Stormspire, said that I’ve got a good feel for transmuting, so he offered to take me on as an apprentice and let me specialize in the art of transmutation.

I’ve been working hard for him for several weeks now with no result, but his constant reassurance that I just have to be patient and have faith kept me going. And then two days ago, finally, it happened:

See! I can do it! Now I’ve heard rumours that a very skilled transmuter actually can make up to 5 transmutes out of the materials for one, but surely that has to just be a myth.

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