Posts Tagged ‘Voodoo Puppets’

I’m not sure if anyone is still reading my blog, but I thought I’d give it a go again anyway, just in case there still are people out there interested in what I’m up to.


I left you all with the joyous message of my being accepted into the top Horde guild on the server. Needless to say I was excited and quite nervous: Would I be able to level up to 70 before the expansion? Would I be able to keep up in the race to 80 and be there to join the first raids? And once there, would I be good enough to earn my spot in the guild?

So how did it go?

Better then I had dared to expect: I hit 70 two days before Wrath came out, just early enough to allow for a short rest and a chance to get my real life affairs in order before the race to 80.

Wrath came and I joined the horde (pun intended!) of players making their way through Howling Fjord, Dragonblight and onward. All in all, it took me just over a week to reach the levelcap – far from being the first on the server or in the guild, I was still one in the first wave of healers to get there.

I joined both guild runs and PUGs to heroics and got my gear sorted and one week later, I reported for duty for our first raid! I did not top the charts, but neither did I die or end up last – I did just fine.

Then followed a period of hard work – analyzing the log stats, talking to the other resto druids and trying to outdo my own performance from the previous raids, to better myself.


Where am I now?

All instances have been cleared. We were the first on the server to down Sartharion with three drakes up (though the top Alliance guild killed it on the same night, so it was decided we would share the server first).

I’m not topping the healing lists every time, but I do end up on top now and then and am always in the top shift. I know the fights, I have the gear and feel quite secure in my role.

The guild turned out to be a good place to be. They’re all good, some even exceptional, players; most of them are nice people and quite a few are fun to hang out with. There are still days when I don’t really feel like one of the gang yet, but in general I feel quite at home here and I’ve had more then a few laughs while doing achievements, raids and heroics.


What about the Voodoo Puppets?

Well the real life friends who played with us have now moved on: some have moved server, others have simply quit playing.

Idara and Malignant have stoped playing too, so there is only half as much WoW talk in the house right now. As for Bloodgorger/Masque/Kanishi, my better half,  he has found his own guild to join. It is a more casual, smaller guild with a lot of very talented players, but most of all relaxed and easy-going, fun people. He had been with them less then a month before they made him an officer.

So here we are then: just as the ingame plague slaughtered half of the characters of my role playing stories, half our real life WoW forces have left us. We who are left,have gone our separate ways, but are starting to find our place in the world again after the uprooting that the expansion brought on.


And the blog?

It’s time the blog got some much needed attention, so I will be back with thoughts and stories of the raiding life of a resto druid, and my characters will be back sharing their stories with you.

So, dear reader:

If you’re still here, reading: thank you for waiting! We’re back and will do our best to make your wait worth the while!

If you’ve found your way back, having heard about the resurrection: welcome back! I hope you’ll find the new content as interesting as the old!

And if you’re new altogether: a warm welcome and may your stay be pleasant!

We’re back! 😉



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So I was cleaning up the bank again the other day (no, this is not a disorder, what is wrong with wanting to have things in alphabetical order and clean of dust I ask you?). Anyway, I was cleaning up my bank again the other day when I realised one of the bags I had been using actually had a tear in it. I took it out and patched it up, but before I put it back I realised something had fallen out of it, something I had long forgotten I had: my old journal.

I have to admit, flipping through the pages brought back old and fold memories of times when we used to think things were simple, that the Blackrock Mountains contained some of the biggest threats and the greatest secrets of magic and power. Boy, were we ever wrong!

Still, it was nice looking back at all the things me and my Puppet Masters have accomplished. And since you are all very special friends, I will let you have a little peak yourselves. If you enjoy it, I might let you see more of them.

Just be warned: He who laughs at us will burn for eternity! Laughing alongside us is allowed.

Are you ready?

Brace yourselves.

Here is what I wrote down after having ventured into the fallen Gnome City of Gnomeregan:

There’s No Place Like Gnome

Let’s face it. There’s no creature so vile, so wicked as the Gnome. Small, puny creatures with over-sized heads and ears, it is disgusting to just think of them. Alas, we would not have touched them even with tweezers, were it not for the fact that Nogg, a friend of ours who resides in Orgrimmar, needed our help. These wicked gnomes had stolen one of his magic trinkets, a ring to be more precise. Of course the Masters of the Voodoo are not heartless and are known to leap to help out, whenever a friend is in need. So it came that we ventured into the labyrinths of the long lost gnome city of Gnomeregan to retrieve Nogg’s ring and search for other bounty these wicked creatures had stolen for themselves. Needless to say, the gnomes and their engineered trinkets posed no threat to us, we gathered up the little creatures and executed them swiftly. Hopefully Nogg can now rest assured at night, that no filthy gnomes lure in the darkness, lusting for his shineys.

Aendi caught in a compromising position: retching at the sight of an ugly gnome.

Hm, that sure was a long time ago… I had forgotten how much I detested gnomes back then, I guess seeing them in Shattrath all day has dulled my dislike.

This next one is from when we had accomplished a mission for the Horde down in Uldaman. I managed to snap a picture just as Masque placed the staff used as a key to imprison Ironia.

Corrupted Creations

We have now ventured into the depths of the ruins of a lost civilisation, into the depths of Uldaman. Remnants of old dwarf magic linger still, proof of their evil twisted minds. We did our best to cleanse the place of evil and to recover the Platina Discs the dwarfs stole from the champions of the Horde centuries ago. Mission accomplished.

My, that place had a serious problem with Trogg-infestation! Still, we did manage to reveal a few secrets that improved our knowledge about how magic works.

I’ll share one last memory with you for now: This is from back when we first managed to scramble up the money to invest in mounts:

Wealth Comes to Those Worthy

We have had quite a few adventures by now, having fought the corrupted humans of the Scarlet Order, the vile pigmen creatures of Razorfen, the Nagas i the depths of Blackfathom and countless other wielders of wicked magic. Of course this being no small feat the word has spread and our ability to deliver swift judgement to those in the wrong has become widely renown. This has lead to us being showered with gifts, in the hope to win our allegiance and keep our wrath of vindication far from the givers doorstep.

With the money resulting from all this, we have now purchased mounts, so we may deliver our justice even swifter then until now.

Idara, the Puppet Mistress of Vindication, has after making a considerable donation to the Masters of the Paladin Order, been taught the ritual of summoning an astral warhorse. This is no mere horse of this world, but a creature from a more noble plane, with nerves of steel and as brave as the Paladin who commands it.

Anaesthesia, the Puppet Master of favorable Afflictions, visited the high warlock priests and learned the ritual of binding a daemon soul to this plane as a means of transportation. A steed of nightmare, with burning breath and hooves of flame, horrible and powerful, is the daemon enslaved by this Puppet Master, again proving the greatness of his power.

Masque, the Puppet Master of the Afterlife, has performed a magnificent Voodoo Ritual, to reanimate the skeletal corpse of a horse and uses it as his mount. The stench of the patches of rotting flesh is enough to let all enemies know that Masque is not one to be taken lightly.

As for me, Aendi, the Voodoo Queen herself, I have chosen to purchase a Hawkstrider, the most prized and exclusive mounts trained by the Bloodelves themselves. Who knows what horrid Bloodmagic this creature was forced to endure during its training… the mere thought of it is enough to send trembles of excitement down my spine. This is indeed a mount fit for a Queen.

Again, that really was a long time ago! We were so young and so inexperienced, still you can tell we had great ambitions back then already, can you not?

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I’m working on a top secret project at the moment… yeah let us call it that… project… so that should vaguely explain why I have been absent for so long. I am not giving you any more hints as to what I have been up to, no matter how much you beg. Well, maybe if you really put your heart and souls into it, I might be persuaded to share some more information, but you would have to do some first class begging for it.

Anywho, anyhow and in-between… Here is the inside scoop from my Brewfest celebration. I only had the chance to join in for one day, since… well, as I said: secret project-thing going on.

And since pictures say more then an thousand words, here they are: enjoy!

Kanishi and I are getting ready to face Corin Direbrew.

The gang relaxing after having had their way with the Direbrew-pansy Corin. (Kanishi is off stealthing somewhere…)

So after having slapped Corin Direbrew around for a while, we went back to Orgrimmar to have a few drinks. Imagine my surprize when I found a fellow master of the Voodoo Arts. It seems he has used his knowledge of the Voodoo Magic to create soemthing totally new: Brewdoo Magic! Of course we ended up having more the a few pints of Brewdoo. Please do not ask what happened after that… It all is a tad blurry…

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OOC: Times is Hard

In the words of Helena Bonham Carter: Times is hard!

As some of you know, I am a one and a half full time student (studying full time English and part time Dramacommunication) as well as a part time teacher (teaching night classes in German). This combined with the fact that I am also needed as moral support to my better half (who is recovering from a long-time sick-leave) in his studies, has led to me actually not having any time over for World of Warcraft or blogging.

Gnomeaggeddon was talking about real life and WoW balance, and at the time I read his post, I fully agreed: I spend a lot of my time thinking about WoW. But the way things are looking right now, I am so preoccupied with work and studies, that there actually is no time left for me to even think about WoW.

As much as this saddens me, it simply is as it is, and I have to accept it, because I just can’t think of anything to cut out of my schedual and make some extra time for WoW.

So: this is basically me saying I’m sorry, but don’t expect any posts from me in the near future. If I have time, I’ll write for sure. If I have time, I’ll finish leveling up my character to at least 55 before Wrath, so I can join my friends in the expansion. If I have time…

If I don’t have time, then I at least will not have to feel guilty for not leveling and not blogging. That’s why I felt I had to go out and say it: I just don’t think I have the time at the moment.

I hope that when I will have time to write on a regular basis again, there will still be people out there willing to read and react, to bring their comments and make their contribution, and that the blogging-community will still be willing to have me.

Until then, may your posts be brilliant and your epics shiny!


Aendi and her Voodoo Puppets

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If you’ve read the “About the Author?” page on this blog you know by now, that the characters I currently play are not the ones I started out with.

I used to play Alliance. *gasp* I know.
I used to play a healer, not dps. *gasp* Yeah, I know.
I used to raid five days a week, be a class leader and be in charge of all healing during raids, not sit around Shattrath transmuting Primal Earth into Primal Air and get bored. *doublegasp* Yeah, I know…

When my family and I (there’s four of us) decided to leave our guild and realm and start over, we were presented with two choices: Rename and transfer our characters and pick up where we left off somewhere else, or start over from scratch.

The reasons we decided to leave were many fold. Too many people in the leadership of the guild were pulling in too many different directions. Too many different opinions on how things should be handled and too much indecisiveness. Too much weight on too few peoples shoulders. The result was that we lost our flame, could no longer see the fun in the game and towards the end even dreaded turning on the computer and facing the log-in screen. To get to the point: it was simply time for a change.

Being the optimist that I am, I felt that starting over from scratch would be equivalent to a second chance. I’d get to do everything over again, only better this time. It’s kind of like taking the code of an old website and changing it, versus writing new code from scratch. Starting fresh is cleaner and has more potential.

Being the sentimentalist that I am, I did not feel right taking my old main from her home. Forcing her to leave her past and the name she had made for herself behind, only to start over somewhere new, where none of her hard work would matter.

So the choice for me was simple, I wanted to start fresh. Fortunately (I don’t know if for the same reasons) my family wanted to make the same choice and so we decided to start over from scratch and build something new together.

Starting over meant we could (and had to) choose what opportunities and limitations we would have once we got to 70 and eventually on in Wrath to 80. We all voted for endless hours of raiding and epics raining from the skies! Well at least some raiding…

Since there’s four of us and we all love PvE the most, we figured we’d be able to do all instances up to heroics together (without really needing a fifth member), if only we were smart with creating the characters so that they would complement each other.  Four characters designed together would also be a decent start for building a 10-man group for Karazhan and maybe even for Wrath of the Lich King, since all raiding-content will be doable on 10-man level. Maybe not as mighty as 25-man, but it has it’s appeals.

Four characters designed together to complement each other is almost half way to seeing all the content the next expantion has to offer. This is no small thing.

Now I know not everyone is in the same situation as us, not everyone decides to start new somewhere else, but I think a lot of us are looking over our choice of main at the moment, since the introduction of the Wrath of the Lich King means we all get a fresh start in a way.

So how to choose what to play?

To PewPew or not to PewPew

Once we decided we wanted to play Horde and found a server we liked, we still had to decide what to play. We had already decided that we wanted our characters to match, i.e. someone had to roll a tank and someone a healer, the other two some sort of dps classes.

Here’s where I think we made the wrong choice. I used to be a healer and Masque used to be a tank. Idara and Malignant used to play  dps classes. And we were all really really good at what we did, but given the chance to start fresh, we wanted to try out something different. Idara wanted to try out tanking and Malignant agreed to heal, which left me and Masque with the PewPew. I chose a Mage since I’ve always loved playing casters and I’ve always had a weak spot for Mages in particular. Masque chose to play a shadowpriest.

The reason I say that this is where I think we made the wrong choice is that even though we all did really well in our new roles, it eventually turned out that not everyone was happy. There’s a good reason we used to play the roles we used to play, and it turned out that switching around was not as grand an idea as we first thought it would be. So now we find ourselves in the situation, where (because one person was not happy with their role) we all need to rethink what we will play. Which to some extent means leveling new characters… again.

The Lesson

Now here comes the greatest advice I wish to give to anyone who is considering re-rolling and the main reason I decided to write this post:

What you choose to play should be influenced by two main things (1) what part of the game are you interested in and (2) what are the people around you playing.

1.) what part of the game are you interested in: If your main goal is to become champion over the arena, you should choose a class that performs well in the arena. To find out which class is best suited for this you can look at the top arena teams and see what classes they have to help you decide.

If your main goal is to PvE (and here is where (2) also plays in) you should consider what you are good at. Not everyone has the right mindset to be a tank. Consider what you enjoy doing and ask yourself what is more important: what role/class you play or what part of the game you play. If you plan on raiding on a serious level, you’ll most probably be stuck with the first character you level to 80 so make sure you choose what you really wanted. You should think twice before choosing a healer, even if you’re really good at healing, if you find healing boring, since you otherwise risk to loose your raiding spot while you level a new character.

2.) what are the people around you playing: If you are in the same situation as me, that you play with other people, or if you already are in a raiding guild where most raiders are regular attendants, you’ll have to consider where there might be room for you. For the four of us, one tank was enough. Having two tanks or even three would have spoiled our entire leveling experience when it comes to doing instances. In a guild, it could be that there are too many dps. Choosing to re-roll to a dps class if you are one of the few healers in this guild, might cost you the spot in the guild/raid.

And if your main goal is to see new content and you don’t have a guild to play with, you should scout your server to see what roles are most needed. In general, tank is the role there is most demand for at the moment, but this does not apply to end-game raiding, since 25-mans require fewer tanks-per-capita then 5-mans. This could also change once the expantion goes live, since Death Knights will be able to tank, though this is not certain, since many might choose to play as dps.

In conclusion

When choosing what to play, you should first decide what part of the game you are interested in and then make a choice:

Do you want to experience that part of the game at the cost of playing exactly what you want? I love raiding, a team of people working together towards a common goal. I love to explore new content. As much as I like dps, I can be very much content and even happy with being a healer or tank, if this will get me into raids.

Or do you want to play exatly what you love at the cost of seeing certain parts of the game? I have a friend who chose to be a Moonkin and never ever anything else, but he has accepted the fact that there is not always room for him because of this.

I myself want to experience the social part of the game and to see as much content as possible. So as much as I love playing my Mage, I will be switching over to play a druid instead, since I feel the hybrid classes best fit my goals in the game. By choosing a hybril, I am flexible and will be able to play whatever part needed, thus hopefully always ensuring myself a spot in a group.

Others might prioritize differently.


The reason I wrote this post is that I find it very important that we reflect over our actions and that we are aware of the consequences of our choices beforehand, so that we have a greater chance to choose right from the start. I hope this was helpful.



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This weekend turned out to be quite enjoyable. I spent Friday down in the Slave Pens with Idara, Malignant, Masque and one of my Puppets called Rothen. There are quite a few Coilfang Slavemasters down there who are just too obnoxious! You are slacking off too soon! I’ll rip off your arms and beat you with them, wretched slaves! Get back too work! What can I say, the yelling and screaming accompanied by the sound of whip-cracks was never ending. I wouldn’t have minded leaving those wretched Broken Ones to their fate for all eternity, but the Slavemasters’ yelling was annoying me to no ends, so we slew them without further ado.

Once down in the caves, Masque revealed his true reasons for joining us: deep down in the utter depths of the Slave Pens dwells a creature known by the name of Quagmirran. It turns out that Griftah the troll had told Masque about this creature too. Its magic was of such nature that if one was to carve out it’s left eye with a silver bladed dagger, the eye could be used as a trinket to improve a spell casters power. The promise of such treasures made us press on and in the end we reached the creature Quagmirran. After having freed the night elf explorer (who seems to be using the same therapist as the druid down in the Underbog) we went after the bog giant. The fight was not that hard and we all waited in suspense as Masque carved out its left eye. He gave it to me, seeing as he had taken the tendril from the Black Stalked just the other day and I was thrilled to have it.

As we approached the creature that dwells furthest inside the Slave Pens, Masque told us how he had had another chat with Griftah the troll. The troll had apparently told Masque that this was another creature of great magic and that if one was to carve out it’s left eye with a silver-bladed dagger, it could be used as a trinket of greate power by any spell caster. Heartened by the promise of great treasures, we charged into battle and slayed the beast known as Quagmirran.

The joy was sadly not long-lasting. Closer inspection and a quick Detect Magic spell showed it not only worthless as a trinket, but utterly deprived of magic. It was a squishy bog giant eyeball. Nothing more. Yuck! This did not seem strange at all once Masque reluctantly admitted that Griftah was actually the one who sold him the silver bladed dagger. You’d think Masque would have caught on to the scam, seeing as the troll is widely renown as a seller of many useless trinkets. By the look on his face, we was going to go have a very intense talk with Griftah as soon as possible.

Apart from the slight disapointment about the squishy bog giant eyeball, it was not a bad day. I went over to the Cenarion Expedition’s Quarters in Zangarmarsh adn they were happy to hear about our the freed slaves. I think that if we keep fighting the Nagas down in the Coilfang reservoir for another week or so, I should be able to gain the Expeditions utter trust.

Saturday was a big day for me as a Horde fighter. I went over to the Warcrier in Shattrath and enquired about where we were most needed again. Alterac Valley he said, so I went. The Alterac air felt good in my lungs, as did the cries of battle as we charged the Alliance. They were chanceless. We smothered their futile attempts to attack us over and over and after having spent half the day in the snowy valley, we had not lost one single battle agains them. Wolf-sister Maka, the Alterac Valley Battlemaster looked pleased.

I went over to Shattrath around lunch for a quick change of clothes and a hot meal, with the intention of returning to the battlegrounds straight after. But once in Shattrath, I stumbled upon a Crier who welcomed us over to the World’s End Tavern for a good laugh. Seeing as I needed a meal and didn’t mind a good laugh after all the slaughtering I went along.

It turns out they had some human by the named of Perry Gatner perform some stand up comedy for us. He wasn’t all that, though I quite enjoyed his impersonation of a gnome. His blood elf impersonation was horrible to say the least, but I enjoyed his gnome material. The food wasn’t bad either, so I will probably stop by the tavern again.

I spent the rest of the day in various battlegrounds. The Battlemasters are starting to recognize me and I’m quite pleased with that. By the end of the day I got a nod and a smile of a pat on the back from them all and Mordok even greeted me by name. He sent me over to Ogrimmar again to that tauren lady to pick up an item he had asked to have made for me, so of course I went. So I am now the proud owner of a …. It’s not exactly a Harris Pilton, but it’s thick and it will keep me warm when fighting in Alterac again. Another day well spent.

Having been so hard at work both Friday and Saturday, I decided to take the day off on Sunday. I had … send word over to the Shattered Sun people and let them know they’d have to do without me for one day, packed my bag light for once and headed over to Stranglethorn. There’s this gorgeous beach down there that is always sunny and I spent the entire day sunbathing and enjoying the salty taste of the air and the methodical sound of the waves splashing against the beach.

The perfect end to a perfect weekend.

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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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