An issue came up last weekend I would like to discuss and get your feedback. It has come to my attention that there is a void in instances that some guild members do not feel like doing right now, even though we are at the appropriate level.
Blackfathom Deeps 20 - 27
Razorfen Kraul 25 - 30
The Stockade 24 - 32
Gnomeregan 24 - 33
Razorfen Downs 33 - 40
I am OK with skipping these instances but we have to go back and do them before we move on from Vanilla WoW. How does that sound? The whole idea of this is to do instances 'at level' and it seems that this is becoming a bit of a challenge which I thought the experiment was all about. So I would like to take a vote on this if I can to find out what everyone thinks about skipping or holding true to the experiment and doing the instances at level.
I would even be happy to make sure instances are done at the high level mark if it would make everyone more comfortable.
Please let me know what you think?
Friday, July 31
The quest truly begins… (Original Fiction by Xan)
After the group got familiar with one another and their new equipment, Philomar began to speak. “I know that this is a hard adjustment for some of you.” He winked at Mayvn and then looked to Solcloud. “For others of you, it is your life’s journey. However, fate has brought you together for a reason. I hope that I may be of some assistance in your journey. To the north of here is a town called Gleorn. This town may have answers to who you were before the slave train as well as how you can stop slavery in the area. I wish I could go with you, but my job is freeing those who travel through my lands. However, let me assist you in your journey by creating a passageway for you to arrive at Gleorn more swiftly. But before you go, you will need this.” He winked his eyes and a chest appeared before his feet. “This will help you on your journey. It is not a normal treasure chest. This one is made to be carried as a pack, and for someone as large and as strong as Zander, it will serve your group well.” With a flick of his wrist and a wriggle of his nose, a portal opens up before the four adventurers. “Safe journey to you all, I hope you find what you are looking for.”
With a handshake, a nod, a pat on the back and a firm punch on the shoulder the brave group stepped through the portal. On the other side lay the gates to the large city of Gleorn. The party looks to one another for direction, the large half-ogre grins and walks towards the gates and the guards. The other three follow behind like baby ducks following their mother. People hustle by and give the giant ample room as he makes his approach, making it easier for the party to follow in his mighty footsteps. One of the gate guards looked up and shuttered at the sight of a peculiar looking man with a hammer emblazoned on his chest.
“Good day, my friends.” The cleric booms with a smile and a wave. “This is a mighty city, is there a chapel of Othr, herein?”
The other guard at the gates looked at his companion as he chokes on his answer. “N-n-no,” the lead guard stutters. “There be no religion in these walls.” The claim seemed less than credible. “Please go about your business and be gone.” He gained his composure as he spoke with more auOthrity. “No preaching in the streets and no sermons in the inns. Make your purchases and leave.”
The cleric folded his mighty, metal covered arms while his hammer dangled from his belt. “I suggest you take a lighter tone with me, sir.” He continued with a sneer. “I mean no harm. Tell me, neighbor, what kind of goods are sold here?”
The guards laughed at the comment. “Why everyone knows that Gleorn is a slave town. I thought you suggested that I be your neighbor.” The guard laughed as he nudged his companion. “Ain’t you be here for some slaves to work a vineyard or clean your monastery?”
“I beg your pardon! Othr may be a god of war, but he also believes in being rewarded for a hard days work. What an unpardonable act! How dare you…”
The guard cuts him off. “No preaching in the streets. Be on your way.”
Zander glowers at the two smaller men and chokes up one final request. “Where is the local inn, I need rest.”
“Over there.” The guard points slightly down the road, a wooden sign in the shape of a tankard of ale swings in the breeze. “Off with you now, we have work to do.” The guards turn their backs to the giant and return to their posts.
Zander turns to the group, “I don’t think we’ll get much more out of these worthless men. Let’s try at the inn.”
With a handshake, a nod, a pat on the back and a firm punch on the shoulder the brave group stepped through the portal. On the other side lay the gates to the large city of Gleorn. The party looks to one another for direction, the large half-ogre grins and walks towards the gates and the guards. The other three follow behind like baby ducks following their mother. People hustle by and give the giant ample room as he makes his approach, making it easier for the party to follow in his mighty footsteps. One of the gate guards looked up and shuttered at the sight of a peculiar looking man with a hammer emblazoned on his chest.
“Good day, my friends.” The cleric booms with a smile and a wave. “This is a mighty city, is there a chapel of Othr, herein?”
The other guard at the gates looked at his companion as he chokes on his answer. “N-n-no,” the lead guard stutters. “There be no religion in these walls.” The claim seemed less than credible. “Please go about your business and be gone.” He gained his composure as he spoke with more auOthrity. “No preaching in the streets and no sermons in the inns. Make your purchases and leave.”
The cleric folded his mighty, metal covered arms while his hammer dangled from his belt. “I suggest you take a lighter tone with me, sir.” He continued with a sneer. “I mean no harm. Tell me, neighbor, what kind of goods are sold here?”
The guards laughed at the comment. “Why everyone knows that Gleorn is a slave town. I thought you suggested that I be your neighbor.” The guard laughed as he nudged his companion. “Ain’t you be here for some slaves to work a vineyard or clean your monastery?”
“I beg your pardon! Othr may be a god of war, but he also believes in being rewarded for a hard days work. What an unpardonable act! How dare you…”
The guard cuts him off. “No preaching in the streets. Be on your way.”
Zander glowers at the two smaller men and chokes up one final request. “Where is the local inn, I need rest.”
“Over there.” The guard points slightly down the road, a wooden sign in the shape of a tankard of ale swings in the breeze. “Off with you now, we have work to do.” The guards turn their backs to the giant and return to their posts.
Zander turns to the group, “I don’t think we’ll get much more out of these worthless men. Let’s try at the inn.”
Tuesday, July 28
Momoment #9 - Mocon! or also knows and Comic Con!
Hello all,
I do apologize for not having a post last week (XAN) as for lack of sleeping and a case of writers block infested my brain and of course Comic Con 2009 started last week and it is over now.
So a quick question for you all before we get into Comic Con... Do you ever get writers block or have you? What are your solutions?
For the professional writers, I cant think of anything worse, and even for professional bloggers.
Any of you make it out to Comic Con here in San Diego last week?
Let us know and please share your pictures with us.
As mentioned last week I went to my first Comic Con and WOW!!! Not the game but the emotion WOW!!!
Good and bad, and even some ugly.
Good:
I don't need to say that it is just cool, fun, and soooooo many things to look at! And all the different people, different personalities in person, real people!
People dressed up in costumes of comic book characters, movies and also game costumes. My favorites were, well, I cant just pick one so: the many Superman dudes, Trinity (I like Matrix ok), all the WoW ones such as the flight point girl complete with a green "!".
If you have been to any convention center before or any large gathering, just imagine it twice or three times in size and the number of people. I grew up in Chicago so I am used to large crowds or gatherings but this was ridiculous at Comic Con. The vast first floor of booths, tables, and all the different things to look at. From comic booths to Dungeons & Dragons; all the different comic publishers to all the different movie studios. You can walk in, take a look at Lou Ferrigno (What a cool guy!) and then visit some comic vendors or t-shirt vendors and than make a left and walk towards the center to the area of large structures such as Transformer cars and Bumblebee, to HeMan!!! and on and on...
My favorites were visiting the WoW session or conference or what ever you wish to call it but they did not talk about WoW; which was ok. Chris Metzen was there along with representatives of J!NX (who will have an AWESONE 6-slot wallet coming out which we all need to get!!!), a couple of other WoW reps, WoW Manga and Upper Deck reps too.
Oh and of course the WoW minis, how can I forget? All cool things, non-game related, but the Trading Card Games do have a chance for in game loot so it is in-game related.
Bad:
I did my best to not let anything bother me or my time there but I don't know anyone that enjoys being in a crowd of many, sweating, hot, and smelly, tired, bumping into one and another. The walking around was great but everything I mentioned in the last statement was BAD!!!
Don't get me wrong; I still suggest to any of you to experience it at least once and of course there are many that enjoy it every year and that is not even counting the exhibitors.
Ugly:
This is my opinion and it may only be my opinion but the fact that Comic Con is becoming so popular, even, the word I hate to use, mainstream! For a while now it has been OK to like or be a fan of video games or you may go as far as saying a nerd or a geek. Everyone has a different definition of both terms. But what I do not like is how some people are getting into this world of ours without being a true gamer or comic person. As I stated, this is my opinion but I can't help to think what direction the games, the nerd world we love will take!? Am I off on this? Let us know what you think, I am curious what others think.
Well that is my little summary of Comic Con and I will see if we can post some pictures too and you can checkout my Twitter @mohalen as I posted some pictures from my phone too.
Thank you
and Take care.
--
Mo
Monday, July 27
New Moon Theater Reservation
I have been contacted by Larry Miller Group to see if we would again be interested in a ‘private’ showing of the next Twilight Saga movie. I thought I would put ‘feelers’ out to see who would want to go. I am sure that the tickets will have an extra built in to the price – the concession. Last time it was the price of a normal ticket plus $5 which was given to you as a gift card to use at the concessions.
There is a possibility that there might be a pre-screening the day before the national release date – and, I won’t know that for certain until I tie up a theater.
Please let me know your thoughts – I would need at least 300-325 tickets to be purchased. Just ask your friends/family/twilighters and see what kind of interest you get and then get back to me – then we will make the decision.
The movie comes out Friday, November 20th – less than 4 months away!
In addition I have been given the go ahead to offer Gift Certificates to 1% of those tickets sold. If we sell out a 300 seat theater that will be 3 Gift Certificates to J!NX.
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The Experienced Noob is going to try to find other items to give away. Please let me know with a post here and an email to TheExperiencedNoob@Gmail.Com if you would like to come or if you would like to help with a give away.
Thanks to all!
Friday, July 24
Beasley’s ornaments… (Original Fiction by Xan)
“Now for you, my minuscule thief.”
“I am NOT a thief!” shouted Beasley.
“Of course not, but you still have a way of getting yourself into trouble, do you not?” Philomar shot Beasley a knowing look.
“Well, I do have a habit of getting out of it, most of the time. But yes, I suppose.” Beasley continued a bit uncomfortable at the thought that the wizard knew so much about him. He prided himself on his ‘skills.’ “Why, what are you going to give me, a ring that turns me invisible? Then it slowly turns me into a mean and greedy monster whose only focus is the ring?”
“That is absurd, where did you hear such a tale?” Philomar cleared his throat. “So you want a ring, do you? Please, follow me.”
The two walked over to another door, this one had several locks along its opening. Nevertheless, none of those locks had keyholes. The wizard, again, waived his hands in some arcane gestures, mumbled a few words and pointed to the door. Several clicks began to clap on the door, as though small hammers were tapping the other side of the door. Beasley listened carefully as each lock swung open, trying to find out how they all worked. The wizard scowled at the halfling.
“What?!? I am only trying to figure out how they work, in case I come across a similar door in my travels.” Beasley smiled. “Or perhaps give you some pointers on making the locks better?” Beasley giggled uneasily as the wizard stared at him knowingly.
“As long as your travels don’t lead you back to this door, I will let your comment pass.” Philomar smiled and winked at the tiny man. Beasley only turned his attention back to the door and its many locks. The final lock snapped open and the door began to creak open. Behind this door was revealed a great treasure trove. Beasley entered the room, only after Philomar stepped in. He did not want to look too anxious with a wizard standing over him.
“Where is the dragon guarding this great hoard?” Beasley could help but question. “I have not seen such a horde like this since that red dragon…” He rambled on like a fool with a twinkle in his eye.
“This way.” The wizard grabbed the drooling thief by his shirt and motioned him over to a chest full of rings. “Pick one, but only one.” The wizard gave the order.
Beasley’s eyes sparkled as he looked at each ring intently. He looked at the wizard as he fondled each ring in his hand, and then dropped them back in the chest. Until finally one ring caught his eye. A platinum ring of unattractive features, only carvings of shields on the outside and an inscription on the inside, written in a language long since dead.
“I like this one!” Beasley smiled at his find and greedily slipped it on his finger.
Gleorn chuckled. “That one will do well to keep you safe when you and your sticky fingers get into trouble. Now… empty your pockets.”
Beasley huffed and kicked some coins on the floor as he turned his pockets inside out to reveal several other small rings. “How did those get in there?” Beasley queried. “And more importantly, how did you know?”
Philomar just winked. “Now for something that will help you if the ring cannot. A sword, perhaps? One befitting a thief.”
“I am not a…” Beasley decided to give up on his masquerade.
The two exited the treasure trove and proceeded to the first door that Zander had entered.
“Wait, I thought you said a sword. Why are we standing at the door where big-boy got his hammer? I am NOT using a hammer. Do you know how heavy those things are?” Beasley continued to complain.
“Faith, my little cynic.” Philomar scolded as he pointed to the door. As the door opened the same room previously filled with hammers, now it was filled with all sorts of little people blades. Philomar pointed to one with a black hilt shaped in the form of a cat pouncing. “Bring me that one, thief.” Philomar ordered with a smile.
Beasley glared, but did as he was told. He took the blade back to Philomar. “This blade likes to hide in the shadows and attack like a cat stalking a mouse. It will serve you well.” He handed the blade back to Beasley. “Come, time is short. Your companions await us in the dining hall. Let us be on our way.” Philomar walked out of the room, the doors slowly creaking closed behind him. With a jolt, Beasley darted through the door just as they locked closed.
“I am NOT a thief!” shouted Beasley.
“Of course not, but you still have a way of getting yourself into trouble, do you not?” Philomar shot Beasley a knowing look.
“Well, I do have a habit of getting out of it, most of the time. But yes, I suppose.” Beasley continued a bit uncomfortable at the thought that the wizard knew so much about him. He prided himself on his ‘skills.’ “Why, what are you going to give me, a ring that turns me invisible? Then it slowly turns me into a mean and greedy monster whose only focus is the ring?”
“That is absurd, where did you hear such a tale?” Philomar cleared his throat. “So you want a ring, do you? Please, follow me.”
The two walked over to another door, this one had several locks along its opening. Nevertheless, none of those locks had keyholes. The wizard, again, waived his hands in some arcane gestures, mumbled a few words and pointed to the door. Several clicks began to clap on the door, as though small hammers were tapping the other side of the door. Beasley listened carefully as each lock swung open, trying to find out how they all worked. The wizard scowled at the halfling.
“What?!? I am only trying to figure out how they work, in case I come across a similar door in my travels.” Beasley smiled. “Or perhaps give you some pointers on making the locks better?” Beasley giggled uneasily as the wizard stared at him knowingly.
“As long as your travels don’t lead you back to this door, I will let your comment pass.” Philomar smiled and winked at the tiny man. Beasley only turned his attention back to the door and its many locks. The final lock snapped open and the door began to creak open. Behind this door was revealed a great treasure trove. Beasley entered the room, only after Philomar stepped in. He did not want to look too anxious with a wizard standing over him.
“Where is the dragon guarding this great hoard?” Beasley could help but question. “I have not seen such a horde like this since that red dragon…” He rambled on like a fool with a twinkle in his eye.
“This way.” The wizard grabbed the drooling thief by his shirt and motioned him over to a chest full of rings. “Pick one, but only one.” The wizard gave the order.
Beasley’s eyes sparkled as he looked at each ring intently. He looked at the wizard as he fondled each ring in his hand, and then dropped them back in the chest. Until finally one ring caught his eye. A platinum ring of unattractive features, only carvings of shields on the outside and an inscription on the inside, written in a language long since dead.
“I like this one!” Beasley smiled at his find and greedily slipped it on his finger.
Gleorn chuckled. “That one will do well to keep you safe when you and your sticky fingers get into trouble. Now… empty your pockets.”
Beasley huffed and kicked some coins on the floor as he turned his pockets inside out to reveal several other small rings. “How did those get in there?” Beasley queried. “And more importantly, how did you know?”
Philomar just winked. “Now for something that will help you if the ring cannot. A sword, perhaps? One befitting a thief.”
“I am not a…” Beasley decided to give up on his masquerade.
The two exited the treasure trove and proceeded to the first door that Zander had entered.
“Wait, I thought you said a sword. Why are we standing at the door where big-boy got his hammer? I am NOT using a hammer. Do you know how heavy those things are?” Beasley continued to complain.
“Faith, my little cynic.” Philomar scolded as he pointed to the door. As the door opened the same room previously filled with hammers, now it was filled with all sorts of little people blades. Philomar pointed to one with a black hilt shaped in the form of a cat pouncing. “Bring me that one, thief.” Philomar ordered with a smile.
Beasley glared, but did as he was told. He took the blade back to Philomar. “This blade likes to hide in the shadows and attack like a cat stalking a mouse. It will serve you well.” He handed the blade back to Beasley. “Come, time is short. Your companions await us in the dining hall. Let us be on our way.” Philomar walked out of the room, the doors slowly creaking closed behind him. With a jolt, Beasley darted through the door just as they locked closed.
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