In Which I Make a Few People Jealous

Since changing my worgen to troll, I've had an impressive run of luck in WoW, or at least one that's impressive for me.  Here's some screenshots of the last four days.

Friday, Reins of the Raven Lord

Saturday, naked Magria fun.

On Friday, once the faction change had gone through, I took my hunter through Sethekk Halls with a friend.  To my shock, the reins dropped and she insisted I take them.  Saturday, I saw flying bears and tamed the beautiful Magria.

Sunday, my new guild ran Dragon Soul, which I was 6/8 in 10-Man Normal on my warlock.  They were short a healer, and though I'd never healed anything more difficult than an Hour of Twilight instance, they took a chance on me.  We went 5/8 and then resolved to come back last night (Monday) to finish up.  The meters pin me as being top or dead even with another, far more experienced healer in the group.  I'm not trying to brag, though I know how it looks.  It's more that I surprised myself and it speaks volumes for my decision to read as much as I can about my class.

Sunday and Monday, I catch up.

Monday, my new title looks pretty sweet.

Yes, I realize Dragon Soul has been severely nerfed.  Even as a healer I saw a huge difference from the last time I was in there, and I do mean a huge difference.  I was more than capable of getting through it before the nerf on my warlock or hunter.  However, after weeks of not having regular raiding with a solid group and uprooting my main from one server to another (which involved leaving a much-beloved guild), I'd all but given up on earning this achievement on any toons, let alone a new alt, before Mists of Pandara went live.  And while the Destroyer's End title is account-wide, I won't put it on my warlock or hunter until they've each earned it.

After last night, I was on an achievement high, so I told my role-play friend I was feeling lucky.  We ran Sethekk Halls for a chance for her to finally get Anzu's reins, and Magister's Terrace for the white hawkstrider.  We came up empty handed both times, but I told her to grab her alt and I'd take my warlock through with her.  And again, Anzu was feeling stingy, so we headed back to give Kael'thas a what-for, and I teased him about stealing his balls even though I went with my demo spec.

And when we went to loot him, I stifled a yelp and then nearly cried when my friend insisted I take the drop.

Monday night, I figure everyone hates me now. 

I feel like a few of my friends are turning green with envy and may even refuse to speak to me for a little while.  To be fair, I have promised to keep my role-play friend company on subsequent runs of Sethekk Halls and Magister's Terrace until she has the mounts too.

To be honest, all this good luck has made me really paranoid about how the Random Number Generator is going to treat me when Mists launches.

When Bears (Druids) Fly

Alternate title for this post: "Unidentified Flying Bear Butts"

Saturday, my copy of Tides of War arrived, and as I just faction changed my worgen hunter into a troll hunter, I thought I'd take the opportunity to celebrate by killing two birds with one stone.  I sat my blue-skinned troll butt down in Hyjal and camped Magria while I read the opening chapters of the newest World of Warcraft book.

Nearly three hours later, there'd been no spirit cat or, alas, a spirit owl, but as I took a break from reading, I panned my camera around and spotted something strange.

"No, that isn't...it can't be."  I hopped on my mount and flew over toward the Sanctuary of Malorne, and sure enough...

ME: (in guild chat) "There's a bear flying around Hyjal."
GUILDIE: "You're drunk."
ME: "No, I'm serious!  I'm flying around following a bear that's flying through the air."
GUILDIE: "I still say you're drunk."
ME: "Look, I may be sitting out here naked, and I understand that may look bad concerning my sanity and/or sobriety, but there is a bear flying around the Sanctuary of Malorne.  And now his friends have joined him."
GUILDIE: "Riiiiight.  Whatever you say."

I can only imagine this was followed by a whisper to an officer along the lines of, "Say what are the rules regarding members who have hallucinations?"  But look, I have photographic evidence:

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That's an NPC whose name I didn't think to write down, and after "swimming" in the air for a bit, he was joined by some friends.

So after that amusing incident, I looked at the clock and realized I'd been camping Magria for about three to three and-a-half hours, and I was getting tired of reading.  I told myself ten more minutes and then I was going to go kill Kael'thas for fun and a possible mount.  Not two minutes later, I nearly jumped out of my seat when my trusty _NPCScan went off.

I was so excited, I didn't even re-equip my armor before taking pictures. 

"When dey said, 'When bears fly,' I didn' tink it was literal."