4 posts tagged “ashenvale”
I am spending way too much time in the water. First this fuhgger asks me to deliver a letter to his brother at Ghost Walker Post in Desolace. I'm heading that way anyway to talk to a blacksmith master there anyway, so I say "sure, no problem". Then I get there and the brother says he really misses the taste of bloodbelly fish, and would I mind going to Shadowprey Village and getting him some? Again, I'm a nice guy so I say "yeah, all right". Then I get there and the chief fishing mutherhumper troll won't sell me any, but he'll give them to me if I swim down to his traps on the bottom of the ocean and retrieve his damn shellfish for him. So I go swimming, 'cause I'm a nice guy. You know, there's things down there that bite. Bite hard! Man, am I a sucker. Anyway, I get the damn bottomcrawlers so I get the fish. What a pain.
Next day Bashaen invites me to go for a moonlight dip in a lake in Ashenvale. Now there is no way I'm gonna turn down a chance to see that fine piece of elfflesh with her robe all wet and clingy. Even if I do have to kill some water elementals along the way.
Then I find myself in Stranglethorn Vale, and this sorry ass troll wants me to swim down to the bottom of the lagoon and grab his long-lost family heirloom out of some sunken temple. "If you do it just right," he says, "all those badass murloc guards won't see you and use your guts to floss their gills." Sounds peachy.
So now there's some talk of the guild making a raid on some place called Blackfathom Deeps. Man, I swear, this keeps up I'm gonna have algae growin' in me beard.
They won't be forgetting the name of Ratshag in Ashenvale or the Stonetalons anytime soon. Last night I finished off the Venture Company's operations in the Windshear Crag and did for the local boss, Genenzo Wrenchwistle. I also pretty much wiped out a Cenarius cult operating in the area and brought back the head of the top fuhgger, a centaur named Ordanus. I had to fight my way past a ton of druids to the top off his treehouse, and his bodyguards were a bunch of tough mutherhumpers. They stomped me pretty good, but in the end they couldn't stop me.
I gave up trying to find the last pages of that stupid manual and just had my boy Friday pick up copies at the auction house and mail them to me. Way easier than killing every damn thing in the forest and cutting it open to see if ate Page 7.
Went back down to that dwarf base in the Southern Barrens. That sad bugger Gann was still pissed off about their strip mining and blasting in his precious holy spot, so he asked me to help him blow up their flying machine gizmo. Well, actually, he asked me to do it for him. So I go rip through their headquarters and get the stuff he needed to make a bomb, then I went back in and blew it to pieces. Easy as choppin' bunnies.
I also finally tracked down that surfer chick Mahren Skyseer. She had a problem - some sea monster thing was screwing up her attempt to catch the perfect wave - so I swam out there and killed it and brought her it's heart. Afterwards she showed her appreciation by making sure everything that needed it was properly greased and polished. Plus she gave me a really cool shield.
That's all for now. I think it's time to find new places to kill things. Nothing left around here.
These Warsong Clan Orcs up in Ashenvale are rather disorganized buggers, I must say. Just look at some of the things they need help with. "We lost our axes". "This goblin has our saw blade shipment, but she won't give them to us without a blunderbuss". My favorite is "We got a new shredder from Ratchet, but I dropped the operating manual and the pages scattered in the wind all over the forest and got grabbed by every kind of mutherhumper from slime monsters to Night Elves. Please kill everything until you find them." Gimme a break. Just go down to Ratchet and buy a new freakin' manual!
What a sorry bunch of wankers.
...It must be Blood Elves.
I went back to the Ghostlands the other day and partnered Bashaen, Bethsheba, and Ratal. I was most pleased to see that Bethsheba was using the two-handed sword I had forged for her. We spent several hours slaughtering trolls. Apparently these were the kind who didn't "Stay away from the da VooDoo, mon", so it was okay to kill them.
Later in the day I went back to the Stonetalons and met a BE hunter who called himself ViperVenom. Not a member of our guild but a decent fellow nonetheless. Together we took out enough harpies in the Charred Vale to make a big pot of stew.
I'm running out of jobs to do in the Stonetalons, so I did a little
roaming. Delivered some messages to the Great Lift and Freewind Post in
the Thousand Needles,
south of the Barrens. Then I caught a hippogryph flight north to
Ashenvale. I don't mind saying that that places freaked me out the
first time I was there. After the wide open spaces of Durotar and the
Barrens, the thought of giant spiders and who-knows-what hunting you in
all those trees was intimidating. But now I'm older and have seen more
of the world and have some way better gear, and now it's the
who-knows-whats in the trees that need to be afraid of me.
