2 posts tagged “goals”

As I has already mentioned, me dad beat the importance of havings Goals and Prioities into me at an early age. Usually with a big club or a quillboar femur. Havings accomplished all of me earlier Goals and Priorites, it seriously be time to write down me some new ones. So here they is.

Number the One. Get all friendly with the Aldorks so's I can get some nifty chest armor. At the moments I got a little over 500 Dreadfang venom sacs, which ain't even halfway to what I needs just to get back to being on speaking terms with'em. Lots of work to go there.

Number the Two. Forge meself a nice two-handed axe likes the Lunar Crescent. This ways I ain't gotta be tempted every time some junky two-hander drops in a dungeon. I'll be ables to say "I passes. Let the hunters squabble fer it, or let it be DE'd. For the enlightened ogres of Ogri'la have taught me to rise above the desire for material objects." And everyone'll be all impressed with me purity and spiritual goodness.

Number the Three. Help the Keepers of Time stop the evil Infinte Dragonflight froms killing Medivh befores he can open the Black Portal. This would be really terrible, 'cause then the humans and dwarves and elves would be all killing theyselves and civil warring while us orcs would have to stay in Outland, overlording over the Draeininannienaes and beating our peons and setting up our own kingdoms where we can do whatevers we wants and be really rich and ... uh ... it'd be bad ... ummm. Bugger. It'd be bad 'cause Medivh wouldn't give me the key to go to his Kara tower in the here and now and get all the cool loot he left there. There.

Number the Four. Do some more good deeds for the Keepers of Time so's they'll really like me and sell me the righteous tanking pants and helmet spell they keep in the gift shop at the Caverns of Go-Back-in-Time. And maybe a t-shirt what says "I went back in time and saved the universe and all I got was this lousy T-shirt". That'd be cool.
Number the Five. Go back to the Botanica and do for Warp Splinter. Me and Mr. Crazy Tree gots unfinished business.

So. There they be. Time to gets back to work.

Turned in a big honkin' pile of Sunfury Signets with Magistrex Fyalenn in Shattrath last night. She took them and then stepped back a ways before counting them. I dunno what she thought I was gonna do - contaminate her airspace or start swinging my axe around or slip her the tongue or what. But no, I just stood there all patient like while she counted them out, checking her books, added it all up. Finally she glares up at me.

"You're one short! You have just wasted my time! Shorel'aran! Selama ashal'anore!"

Fuhggit.

So I dash off a quick note to Boy Friday in Orgrimmar - "Buy me one more bloody signet and get it to me quick."

He's well trained. Within minutes I've got another signet, courtesy of the newly improved goblin mail service. Back to the Magistrex I go.

"Fine. You are now a full member in good standing of the Scyers. You can pick up your tabard from Quartermaster Enuril. Remember the Sunwell! Bash'a no falor talah!" She looked like she'd rather have her daughter run off to a free-love commune in Mulgore than to have me in her club, but I was in nevertheless. For those of you keeping score, this was Goal and Priority Number the Three. One to go.