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Every so often there comes around those seemingly age old questions about our characters in the game. Are they extensions of the player? Do they have their own distinct personalities? I suppose to a point that it is probably a mix of both. At least, my random thoughts at the moment.

To clarify myself here; there’s Aygaren, and then there’s me. My official titles include, although not limited to: Counsultant to Aygaren, Tactical Operations Officer and Supply Officer.  In short, Aygaren chooses the roads to travel—–and I push the buttons. Hopefully, Aygaren sees his way to oblige. Although he’s generally cooperative, there are those times when he stubbornly goes his own way or feels a different offensive move is better in his judgement. And, is quite vocal in his choices.

Example: Aygaren chose at a young age to train as a protection paladin. As his counsultant, I advised him the better route would be strings of dungeons, instances, raids, etc. and so on. Aygaren promptly went off and solo’ed every dungeon and instance on Kalimdor, the Eastern Kingdoms, Outland and half of Northrend. His parting comments afterwards were along the lines of not needing groups to accomplish what he could do himself. To which I replied, “You can’t do raids on your own.” He grumbled something or other, so I suggested he try out his retribution abilities.

That lasted for all of about 10 days and nights, then he was back to his comfortable protection ways.

Ay has recently decided, due to his unquenchable thirst for bashing heads in, to follow that grand road of battlegrounds and areana’s. He has temporarily dismissed his counsultant and given his supply officer a rather long shopping list. Last I saw of him, he was huddled in a dark corner with his tactical officer.

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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