Post by ironmikey on Feb 16, 2012 17:29:45 GMT -5
Ironon exited the house. No more domestic labor for me due to the recession brought on by Deathwing's war. The kids are tough lil orcs they can fend for themselves. I took the dinner pig with me and off I set on a life of adventure. The bank had foreclosed on the hut anyway. So me and Dinner accepted the first quest to we could find. Seems we had to to kill some boars to cut our teeth. We only needed to kill six boars but we were having so much fun at ten we felt more powerful so we kepted on killing. We went back to turn in our quest at fifteen kills because the pigs were scared and wouldn't respawn.
So my slouch of a husband who won't get off his butt Gornek, he is always sitting around losing the hut and all. Orders me off to kill seven Northwatch Scouts. I guess he won't be getting any of Dinner of the thirteen Tough Jerky I looted from my first outing. Luckily he made me some Mottled Bracers so he may or may not get some loving if he can scrounge up some ale tonight. The lazy drunkard. Off to get some scouts. On my way out of town Galgar asked for smoe cactus apples. Male orcs are so lazy. Sure add it to my shopping list. Six apples, seven scouts, no male orcs... check. Three apples into it I discovered teh boars were back... yeah fear my bow piggies. Get em Dinner! Twelve pigs later I felt stronger again. I like this new found independence so I killed three more and saw some more sparkly apples.
A girl can only take so much so off I went in search of a few good humans to slay and low and behold there was Hana'zua laying on the ground he wanted me to assist in getting Sarkoth's claw. Sure lay about troll... be like all the orc guys and let us ladies do all the work. Three arcane shots and I was back hunting for scouts... good Dinner. I killed my share of scouts and a few more just to even the score of invading our home. I got some nice new leather duds. My new Scout Hunter Vest keeps the girls from bouncing around too much. And of course the husband wants me to take the sting out of the scorpids. Why does he want eight scorpid tails... the only tales he tells are from alcohol induced delusions. So be it. A little visit to the local hunter Karranisha added some steady shots to my aresenal of hunterness. I turned in my apples and received ten cactus apples surprises from the gender-challenged Galgar. Go be a warrior and leave the cooking to us ladies... nope, wants the ladies out doing all the hard work. Typical orc male.
Headed out to continue my trials in the wilderness but Foreman Thazz'ril wanted me to beat some orc peons. Hells yeah, I get so slap some lazy orc guys around for being slugabouts. I am on it. I went hunting for scorpids while looking for lazy peons. Three scorpids later I felt stronger once again. sO I helped the troll who fell right back to sleep again, well he did have another request... sure sure let me run around some more. And killed more scorpids and slapped sleepy orcs about and went back to town. Whew... getting tired of this questing and adventuring and gathering already. Gornek made me some new Poison-Cured Britches, I hope he has some if he makes me kill any more scorpids. He also gave me somem Gloves of the Helping Hand from his sleepy troll friend. I expect that is the last helping hand I will be receiving from Gornek anytime soon.
Karranisha had me do some steady shots. This bow is getting easier. And taught me how to track beasts. Because I was such a good student and for bringing home the bacon he tried to woo me with a nece new set of Beast Tracker's Bracers. Whatever town stayer, I'll take your leather clothing and head back to the hills. No whips touch my butt, but Gornek might be getting smacked around later.
Canaga Earthcalled wanted me to find Hana'zua, these guys need to get together. Trolls always a day late and a copper short. Sure sure do I look like Orc Express, I'll deliver the message for ya. On the way out of town Zureetha Fargaze wanted me to kill some vile familiars… seems the Warlocks lost control again of their pets. Hana’zua was sleeping on the ground where I left him earlier. Seven familiars into it I glowed all over and felt stronger for the fourth time. Killed another and got some boots from Zureethra. Great just what I need Vile Boots. She then wanted me to get some Burning Blade Medallions. No problem do I look like the neighborhood watch? And Foreman Thazz’ril wanted me to find his pick. I guess he was too lazy to keep up with it. Sure sure sure… Orc Express on it. When your quest absolutely has to be completed today.
So north I headed into a cave to get medallions and picks. Lets go Dinner. Felstalkers were dropping like Gornek after a few ales. Grabbed the pick and started to look for that medallion. Found it on this poor misguided soul Yarrog. I guess he should have stayed in town with all the other orc males. Back to town. Zureetha hooked me up with some new Fargaze Armbands. She tried to slip me some drugs but I had to sell those. Drugs and potions are bad you know, like ale for orc males. And she packed me off to Sen’jin Village. See ya Valley of Trials. Keep all the slug about males and that husband of mine while I stick it to Dethwing and fix Kalimdor. I can do eet.
Master Gadrin in Sen’Jin village was happy to see me. So happy he didn’t have to go out of town with me here so he put me to work killing more Northwatch guys and destroying their war material. Bom’bay also wanted me to do some police call of the coastline, feel like a member of the Orc Military. Getting missions, doing police call, always having to go on patrols while other stay in the safe zones. No justice. So I started killing Crwalers to get mucus… man guys are disgusting if they want this stuff. Little known fact, not all crawlers on Darkspear Strand have mucus… but they can all blow snot bubbles at you if you shoot at them with a bow. I sparkled and felt stronger and more independent again. And I got my five jars of crab snot… don’t ask.
Now for some more payback… where are ya Northwatch chumps. Destroyed my three crates and killed some Lugs… they sure are slow coming back after you shoot em. But leave it to Private Ironon… mission accomplished as I ran back to town. I wonder if I get new duds to wear? Bom’bay didn’t give me clothes but wanted me to get him some venom… he was getting enough poisoned stares from me for not helping out with my wardrobe. Master Gadrin was nicer he atleast replaced my worn bow with the new and improved Sen’jin bow… but only if I kill twelve more Northwatch troops… sure boss, whatever. Lar Prowltusk wanted me to destroy some attack plans. I guess he saw me looking at Bom’bay… yeah I can destroy stuff.
Let me tell you there is an art to collecting poison from a scorpion with a totem.. .no wonder shaman hate themselves. Too soon and you get nothing. Too late and you get nothing. Man, I thought I was a hunter… more pew pew and less QQ... where are those Northwatch guys I feel like killing something. Three plans and a village worth of Northwatch males later I ran back to town dodging scorpids along the way. Well mostly, some scorpids just wouldn’t leave me alone so I killed them and then I glowed with my inner warmth and felt stronger again. Bom’bay liked his poison. Master Gadrin hooked me up with that promised bow. And Lar gave me a cloth belt. I guess he didn’t hear that I am into leather. Master Gadrin didn’t like that comment so sent me to talk to Raider Jhash and warned me to get out of town. So off to Razor Hill I go…. Oh and look I get to ride while these blisters on my feet heal.
Dropped off some meat in Ogrimmar and picked up some more missions. Seems that soon those Northwatch guys will have a quest to kill me or at least some wanted posters after the drubbing I have been and will be giving them. O I gathered my treasure, killed some marines, sharpshooters and a posing lieutenant. And felt really good about myself again. This hero stuff is easy. Back to town to train and turn in my missions. So back to the beach.
Kill elementals and pick up gnomish tools. Man I feel like peon. So I cleaned up the beach of elementals and lost tools of gnomish origin while dodging scorpids on ways back to town.
Reported to the tower and got to do a peeping Tom mission… Let me tell you Deathwing has a lot to pay for. With all the damage to my neighbor’s my huts resale value will never go up. Dang it. I guess I will have to quest harder to pay the bills. If only I could form a store for worthless male orcs to do repairs while us ladies are out questing… call it Peon Depot or something like that for Hut improvements.
Helped out Grandmother Tekla while killing gators and felt stronger because of it. Raggaran was happy I helped Grandmother Tekla out… so happy he asked me to kill some Quillboars for him. Yep, ask me to do anything.
(((Level 10)))
So my slouch of a husband who won't get off his butt Gornek, he is always sitting around losing the hut and all. Orders me off to kill seven Northwatch Scouts. I guess he won't be getting any of Dinner of the thirteen Tough Jerky I looted from my first outing. Luckily he made me some Mottled Bracers so he may or may not get some loving if he can scrounge up some ale tonight. The lazy drunkard. Off to get some scouts. On my way out of town Galgar asked for smoe cactus apples. Male orcs are so lazy. Sure add it to my shopping list. Six apples, seven scouts, no male orcs... check. Three apples into it I discovered teh boars were back... yeah fear my bow piggies. Get em Dinner! Twelve pigs later I felt stronger again. I like this new found independence so I killed three more and saw some more sparkly apples.
A girl can only take so much so off I went in search of a few good humans to slay and low and behold there was Hana'zua laying on the ground he wanted me to assist in getting Sarkoth's claw. Sure lay about troll... be like all the orc guys and let us ladies do all the work. Three arcane shots and I was back hunting for scouts... good Dinner. I killed my share of scouts and a few more just to even the score of invading our home. I got some nice new leather duds. My new Scout Hunter Vest keeps the girls from bouncing around too much. And of course the husband wants me to take the sting out of the scorpids. Why does he want eight scorpid tails... the only tales he tells are from alcohol induced delusions. So be it. A little visit to the local hunter Karranisha added some steady shots to my aresenal of hunterness. I turned in my apples and received ten cactus apples surprises from the gender-challenged Galgar. Go be a warrior and leave the cooking to us ladies... nope, wants the ladies out doing all the hard work. Typical orc male.
Headed out to continue my trials in the wilderness but Foreman Thazz'ril wanted me to beat some orc peons. Hells yeah, I get so slap some lazy orc guys around for being slugabouts. I am on it. I went hunting for scorpids while looking for lazy peons. Three scorpids later I felt stronger once again. sO I helped the troll who fell right back to sleep again, well he did have another request... sure sure let me run around some more. And killed more scorpids and slapped sleepy orcs about and went back to town. Whew... getting tired of this questing and adventuring and gathering already. Gornek made me some new Poison-Cured Britches, I hope he has some if he makes me kill any more scorpids. He also gave me somem Gloves of the Helping Hand from his sleepy troll friend. I expect that is the last helping hand I will be receiving from Gornek anytime soon.
Karranisha had me do some steady shots. This bow is getting easier. And taught me how to track beasts. Because I was such a good student and for bringing home the bacon he tried to woo me with a nece new set of Beast Tracker's Bracers. Whatever town stayer, I'll take your leather clothing and head back to the hills. No whips touch my butt, but Gornek might be getting smacked around later.
Canaga Earthcalled wanted me to find Hana'zua, these guys need to get together. Trolls always a day late and a copper short. Sure sure do I look like Orc Express, I'll deliver the message for ya. On the way out of town Zureetha Fargaze wanted me to kill some vile familiars… seems the Warlocks lost control again of their pets. Hana’zua was sleeping on the ground where I left him earlier. Seven familiars into it I glowed all over and felt stronger for the fourth time. Killed another and got some boots from Zureethra. Great just what I need Vile Boots. She then wanted me to get some Burning Blade Medallions. No problem do I look like the neighborhood watch? And Foreman Thazz’ril wanted me to find his pick. I guess he was too lazy to keep up with it. Sure sure sure… Orc Express on it. When your quest absolutely has to be completed today.
So north I headed into a cave to get medallions and picks. Lets go Dinner. Felstalkers were dropping like Gornek after a few ales. Grabbed the pick and started to look for that medallion. Found it on this poor misguided soul Yarrog. I guess he should have stayed in town with all the other orc males. Back to town. Zureetha hooked me up with some new Fargaze Armbands. She tried to slip me some drugs but I had to sell those. Drugs and potions are bad you know, like ale for orc males. And she packed me off to Sen’jin Village. See ya Valley of Trials. Keep all the slug about males and that husband of mine while I stick it to Dethwing and fix Kalimdor. I can do eet.
Master Gadrin in Sen’Jin village was happy to see me. So happy he didn’t have to go out of town with me here so he put me to work killing more Northwatch guys and destroying their war material. Bom’bay also wanted me to do some police call of the coastline, feel like a member of the Orc Military. Getting missions, doing police call, always having to go on patrols while other stay in the safe zones. No justice. So I started killing Crwalers to get mucus… man guys are disgusting if they want this stuff. Little known fact, not all crawlers on Darkspear Strand have mucus… but they can all blow snot bubbles at you if you shoot at them with a bow. I sparkled and felt stronger and more independent again. And I got my five jars of crab snot… don’t ask.
Now for some more payback… where are ya Northwatch chumps. Destroyed my three crates and killed some Lugs… they sure are slow coming back after you shoot em. But leave it to Private Ironon… mission accomplished as I ran back to town. I wonder if I get new duds to wear? Bom’bay didn’t give me clothes but wanted me to get him some venom… he was getting enough poisoned stares from me for not helping out with my wardrobe. Master Gadrin was nicer he atleast replaced my worn bow with the new and improved Sen’jin bow… but only if I kill twelve more Northwatch troops… sure boss, whatever. Lar Prowltusk wanted me to destroy some attack plans. I guess he saw me looking at Bom’bay… yeah I can destroy stuff.
Let me tell you there is an art to collecting poison from a scorpion with a totem.. .no wonder shaman hate themselves. Too soon and you get nothing. Too late and you get nothing. Man, I thought I was a hunter… more pew pew and less QQ... where are those Northwatch guys I feel like killing something. Three plans and a village worth of Northwatch males later I ran back to town dodging scorpids along the way. Well mostly, some scorpids just wouldn’t leave me alone so I killed them and then I glowed with my inner warmth and felt stronger again. Bom’bay liked his poison. Master Gadrin hooked me up with that promised bow. And Lar gave me a cloth belt. I guess he didn’t hear that I am into leather. Master Gadrin didn’t like that comment so sent me to talk to Raider Jhash and warned me to get out of town. So off to Razor Hill I go…. Oh and look I get to ride while these blisters on my feet heal.
Dropped off some meat in Ogrimmar and picked up some more missions. Seems that soon those Northwatch guys will have a quest to kill me or at least some wanted posters after the drubbing I have been and will be giving them. O I gathered my treasure, killed some marines, sharpshooters and a posing lieutenant. And felt really good about myself again. This hero stuff is easy. Back to town to train and turn in my missions. So back to the beach.
Kill elementals and pick up gnomish tools. Man I feel like peon. So I cleaned up the beach of elementals and lost tools of gnomish origin while dodging scorpids on ways back to town.
Reported to the tower and got to do a peeping Tom mission… Let me tell you Deathwing has a lot to pay for. With all the damage to my neighbor’s my huts resale value will never go up. Dang it. I guess I will have to quest harder to pay the bills. If only I could form a store for worthless male orcs to do repairs while us ladies are out questing… call it Peon Depot or something like that for Hut improvements.
Helped out Grandmother Tekla while killing gators and felt stronger because of it. Raggaran was happy I helped Grandmother Tekla out… so happy he asked me to kill some Quillboars for him. Yep, ask me to do anything.
(((Level 10)))