OMGpwnies’ Diary: Boreddumb
I have done absolutely nothing all week. What with one thing and another my little family got all the minor attention going around so I basically sat in the Hinterlands waiting for a turn that never came. I am soo bored I swear if I don’t get to kill something tonight I’m going to seduce one of the guards here just to do something.
Now of course, nelf seduction is hardly unusual but these guards are all dwarves and I mean, I DO have my pride and besides, with dwarves you really never know where they’ve been so please let me kill some things tonight. Pretty please.
The JetRaven Chronicles: I hunter
Me an HollyPolly wen to da Arathi Highlands in da early part of the week. As we fought our way tru many quests killing lots of ugly dwarves wid uglier green vests, we ultimately got sent to da shoreline. There we killed lots of Naga’s to steal der fin’s and then lots of Murloc’s to steal der eyes. All this to help out da Tarren Mill alchemist. Basically I can only conclude dat alchemy be a pretty damn gross profession, a lot like da voodoo but widout da zombies. Anyway HollyPolly is a zombie too so Iz confused about dem now cos she be kina cute.
Da difficult bit was dat da murloc’s hang around right next to da Alliance town of Southshore which be filled wid guards who don’t take kindly to horde members passing tru, they was also very tough – in due time we’ll of course be able to slaughter dem but for now, dey be somewhat beyond our abilities. While dere however I put Screwch in the stable and tamed meself a spider pet adding a new class of pet (cunning) to me list. I named him Snapz. Snapz has certainly got his uses, when I attack something he will usually web me target allowing me to get many shots in before da target can even move. Dis be very nice for crowd control, cos now me and me pet both have trapz. Oh yes, I learned how to make immolation trapz. Dey be traps that let me do one of da same damages dat Hollypolly does – very useful wen da enemy get too close.
From Tarren Mill we wen to Strangletorn Vale to meet wid dis guy called Hemet Nessingwary. Him a very famous hunter so even though him a dwarve ant an alliance it was still great honor to meet him. Nessingwary he dinna just let us visit da camp, he give us a chance to prove our hunting skillz so we wen to kill panters and raptors and tigers, an each time we do – he send us to kill tougher ones. Da tigers were da easiest to kill each time but also da hardest quests cos der never be enuf of dem anywhere an always you haf to kill lots of extra panters cos they hang out in da same places as da tigers. I tink ole Hemet he hunted a bit too many of da tigers dats why der not be many left now. Lucky wid me tracking beasts we cud usually find whatever we was hunting pretty easy.
While still hunting for Hemet we made it to level tirty and got a lot of new quests which we did in between da hunting. Mostly dese were from Grom’Gol basecamp and dey was for us to kill da bloodscalp trollz who be using da bad voodoo. We collected der necklaces and der udder property. We had to kill many, many of dem. Many times we wud empty der camps and then wait for dem to send new ones and kill dem all again. I wud have died a lot doing dis and Hollypolly did (but she bein’ a zombie I guess it’s no big deal – she kina been der, done dat got da t-shirt ting hehe) but I now know how to feign death and many times I only stayed alive when too many trollz attacked by making dem tink I was already dead.
Wen next we enter we will need to kill more trollz cos we need more necklaces and we got new quests for dem and also we still have new hunting quests for Hemet.
The legend of RavenJet: The story so far (in short summary of only the important bits)
I grew up in Gnomeregan, the great city of the gnomes. A splendid place of engineering wizardry filled with devices of extraordinaryness and if anybody doubted it we would just zap them with the extraordinarytron and then they wouldn’t. I was barely 18 though when gnomeregan fell and alone with Mam and Pappy and most of our surviving friends we fled to Ironforge. It was there that I met a gnome called Briarthorn. Briarthorn was a warlock. Pappy had always wanted me to be an engineer like him and I agreed and studied hard, but Briarthorn had power. Dark and attractive and I was drawn to it. I had seen my homeland destroyed and my friends turned into irradiated monsters… I was not a happy young gnome and in this path I saw the route to revenge.
Revenge for the girl who had given me my first zap with a kissatron and whom I had last seen glowing green and filed with dire hatred. Revenge for losing my home. Here was the power to vindicate myself and my people. After much debate, Pappy agreed that I could train (under protest but I guess he realized I wouldn’t back down) but only if also trained engineering.
From the dwarves I learned mining, from pappy engineering and from Briarthorn my first steps on the path of dark wizardry and demonology as a warlock. I fought many creatures, often more powerful than me and enslaved many demons to do my bidding as I travelled Azeroth, in due time I would explore every corner of it and in fact I now wear the tabbard of the explorer’s league but my beginnings were of course, rather more humble than that.
By the time I was level 30, a mere 22 years old, I teamed up with a Night Elf priest and a Dwarven Warrior and together we entered gnomeregan and fought our way through trogs and corrupted technologies until we faced the Mekgineer and as I fired the final shadow bolt at him I could feel my thirst for vengeance somewhat quenched. But the thirst was still there, the knowledge that there was more injustice and suffering out there, and that I wanted to make those who brought it suffer as I had suffered.
I chose the path of the affliction warlock, the anger in me could only be appeased by the slow torture of my enemies it offered. When old age came to take Pappy, I went to Tanaris in the deserts of Kalimdor and learned Goblin engineering even though it would have broken his heart if I had done it while he was alive, but if I was to be an engineer as well – I wanted to blow things up.
On went my journey over several more years, my skills in the dark arts growing and ultimately I came to the plaguelands. At first my service to the Argent Dawn was merely as a mercenary. I was there to fight the undead scourge for money to fund my thirst to punish those who had made me suffer so, the Mekgineer may be dead but gnomeregan remained irradiated, the troggs survived in great numbers and I would see them all burned in the shadowflame.
Then as I fought for the Dawn in Darrowshire I came across the ghost of a little girl called Pamela Redpath, and that day I found a new focus for the dark thirst inside me as she asked me to fetch for her the parts of her dolly. I found out more about her, how her father had once been a great hero of his people before the scourge had turned him to darkness.
With the help of Chromie a bronze dragon who can turn into a gnome I set about to right some wrongs. Each time I looked in that little girls eyes I could feel a hatred build within me, but before I could avenge her – I would free her, and her father from their torment. As I reunited father and daughter I still cried, for their reunion was nevertheless as spirits. Not as tormented as before, but nevertheless … dead. My hatred found a new focus. The man who had betrayed all of the races of Azeroth, the once-good prince who had been hailed as a hero – and become instead the greatest force of darkness yet to unleash his cruelty on our world, the monster who had killed little Pamela Redpath. Arthas, the Lich King.
It would be some time yet before I could pursue Arthas however. I knew that to challenge him, I would need more power. Stronger allies and much preparation. So I signed up for yet another mercenary task in the wastes of Outland. There was great opportunity for a warlock in a land filled with demons – after all we specialize in controlling and overpowering demons. I fought my way through this demon infested land in service of the alliance and the Naaru and built up my finances and my skills for a full five years, always in the shadow of Illidan – the demon king.
Finally after I returned from the aftermath of the outland war, I was ready to set out for Northrend, where Arthas had built his dread citadel and the pursuit no longer of my own vengeance -but the vengeance of Pamela, the duty I had sworn upon myself all those years ago in the plaguelands. I was at the battle of the wrathgate and saw Horde and Alliance soldiers alike shatterd like cold metal on anvil before the forces of the Lich King and the Ebon Blade. I battled and quested my way through Northrend and fought it’s dark forces even in the undercity fighting at the side of king Varian Wryn and Lady Jaina Proudmoore themselves.
As we returned to Stormwind after the battle for the undercity the King gave me the order to conquer Northrend in his name. I nodded sagely and suppressed my dark laughter until I was out of the pallace. I would fullfill my duty – but not because he asked, because in doing so – I would get my chance for another shot at Arthas, so I joined the legions of Tirian Fordring and Lady Jaina once more – to fight in the war for Ice Crown Citadel.
Before I got there though, I had a visit from my old ally Chromie. She was asking for my help with a very important task. The blue dragonflight was trying to go back in time, and change history – by killing Arthas before he could betray lordaeron an become the Lich King. They had to be stopped, because to change history like that would sunder the world.
It was the hardest thing she could have asked me to do. I hated Arthas, and now she was showing me a chance to not just kill him, but prevent all the suffering he would cause… and asking me to fight by his side, protect him and ensure it all came to pass. But Chromie pleaded and I saw reason, and returned through time to Strathholme where once I had fought the forces of the undead to fight once more- but this time on the side of their future leader. As I entered the inn, there was a face I knew. Little Pamela Redpath, before she died.
My heart almost cracked then. All the hatred and darkness I had allowed to well in it came to boiling point, I remember nothing harder than to turn around and join Arthas in battle. With every enemy I slayed for him I felt like I was personally betraying Pamela, my hand was ensuring that she would die… I knew I had no choice, history had to happen, but nevertheless I loathed myself through every moment and as I finally left, on the reigns of a bronze drake given to me by Chromie I had only one more thought that mattered. That before I died, I would see Arthas burn.
Finally I returned to Ice Crown Citadel and began my quest to reach him. I fought his first minion, Lord Marrowgar and destroyed him with my band of trusted friends. We destroyed Lady Deathwhisper and protected the skybreaker and faced down deathbringer Saurfang and finally, last night I felt grim satisfaction as yet another of the minions guarding him – the absolutely despicable Festergut burned in the flame of hatred that powers the warlock’s spells. Five of his minions have fallen, 6 remain… and then finally I shall have my day. I shall stand face to face with the lich king and I oath, he will BURN.


