It’s The Little Ones

It was a quiet afternoon. Ay wandered about thinking over his options, like where to go and what to do. Little things. The morning had already been filled with the usual mercenary type assignments (dailys), and another drawn out round of Tol Barad. It certainly was time for some peace and quiet. Or so he thought.

Children’s Week.  Seemed like just what he needed. Bonding with some of the war orphans. Cute little things. That unassuming little orc child appeared to be a quiet type. Hmmmm? You want to take a ride on that red rocket? No problem. Until he went button-pushing-crazy! That rocket was all over everywhere except its’ track. And to top things off, the little squirt EJECTED me! Left me stranded on the track in nowheresville.

Taking the child for a ride.

Red Rocket Ride

He just dumped my Tauren rear!


So much for extending kindness. The little guy ran me around a bit more after that. But in the end, he had to return to his matron for safe keeping, at least for a day or two while I rest up. He was appreciative though, I’ll give him that much.

Hmmm? The kid or the pig? Let's go Mr. Wiggles.

Mr. Wiggles

After that, it was off to Outland for visiting day there. The frail blood elf girl seemed much more harmless.  Besides wanting to see real dragons, her main goal was to become a rock star. Otherwise, the visit turned out fairly well and involved a lot of world travel to appease her. Her appreciation came in the form of:

it soooo cute!


Tired from the journey.

It likes to sleep quite often!

Oh, and she did learn not to get into the fire while visiting the Throne of the Elements. And the keepers of time in the caverans….well…..the guards didn’t quite take to her but the big guy saved her skin. Not sure what all’s up with that situation. Got her a model dragon and we took our leave. Quickly.

End of the day now. Time for “Lucky Bird” to impart his wisdom before we call it a night.

imparting his wisdom

"Lucky Bird"

Ay was ready to turn in for the night. It was time for some real rest.

We certainly hope your day went well. And, don’t spoil those children! At least not too much.

Eggs to Wings

After all these years of playing World of Warcraft, someone (Aygaren) , finally decided to do the Netherwing rep grind. His choice was the Azure Netherwing, and he’s quite taken with her.


There are just so much to do in this game, even with multiple level capped characters I still do not have many accomplishments and achievements completed.  And Children’s Week starts in the morning!

How about you?  Are there still some things you’ve missed along the way and would like to do?

The Road to Tol Barad

Ay’s prolonged complusive mind-set with the Netherwing faction has extracted it’s payment due. The point has arrived where not even the sudden appearance of a dozen eggs captures his attention. It’s just another day of attempting to satisfy those demanding drakes.

After the morning roundup of lazy peons, ore gathering and killing relic stealing dragonmaw. Poisoning the work crews, cleaning out the mine of all life forms and long flights to Nagrand, he’s had enough.

The time had come. He must return to the battlefront. To smash heads left and right. To furiously throw his shield into crowds of enemy Alliance. The scent of blood was strong. The desire to spill that blood, even stronger.

Journey to Tol Barad. Battle status, defense.

Tol Barad Map, Blizzard Entertainment

It started out as a small group of defenders, five, including Ay. A quick self-briefing of the courageous souls who ventured in with Ay looked fairly good. Ay did spot one name though which a compatriot had labeled as a possible curse in their TB battles. Mental note to self: be aware of who’s got my back. As luck would have it, the questionable one happened to be a healer. Okay, we’re off and running.

Quite naturally and fully expected, the alliance team entered and immediately tried to storm ICC. Three of us were there waiting. (our ‘healer’ and another had gone to Slags) It was a decent, albeit short, skirmish for control. We sent them off for a graveyard break and brief opportunity to rethink their options.

They appeared to split up after their graveyard break, a couple off to Slags for reinforcement and one to WV. One of Ay’s group set out on a call for help, Ay and a shaman stayed put to hold ICC. Things seemed to be well in control, with minor exception. The shaman and Ay had worked the earlier skirmish quite well together, so a comfortable atmosphere set in. Running back and forth, jumping about, dancing. Ay even set up a campfire.

Suddenly, the battle groups started to grow. We were now a good dozen strong. Ay and the shaman were joined by a newly added healer. The three of us now holding down ICC. Slags and WV changed hands a couple of times, briefly, the alliance just could’nt seem to maintain control. Every so often a group would head towards us. I guess the their thoughts were, “there’s only three of them there.”  Four, five or six, the shaman and Ay sent them packing to lick their wounds. Our healer was just, that good. Even under fire, she (by name), kept herself alive and healing during each skirmish. Just that damn good.

With the alliance not making any real headway, they decided to take out the towers. The only real successes they were able to enjoy. At least for some time. The battle continued. Ay, the shaman and much appreciated healer found themselves the focus of a major attack. Six, maybe seven allys stormed into ICC. Guess they thought if they could’nt take anything else, they should be able to overcome just the three of us. Although Ay and the shaman held their ground, they had more bodies and control was slipping away. Reinforcements began to arrive. The battle was fierce, lots of bloodshed. Mostly alliance blood.

Raid chat was beginning to roll by as fast as the damage/healing numbers were flying by. Good natured laughter and such. “LOL, they could’nt take anything else so they came after you two!”  Finally, Ay bit the dust. Somebody said, “don’t worry about it, took five of them to kill you.” Ay whispered a thank you to his healer. Knowing within that he could not have done all that he did without her watching his back.

It was a long battle. But it was just what Ay needed this day. Oh yeah. That original mental note about the questionable healer person. At one point during that last stand in ICC, two lines came across raid channel. “I’m alone at WV!” “I’ve left WV.” Ay silently thought, it’s okay bub. The battle’s over, we won.

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