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Current Music: Various Artists - Nosferatu - Darkness Brings (Squid's Redoubt)
Technorati Tags: World_of_Warcraft, character, storyOK, I admit it. I can, occasionally, get by on sheer bloody-mindedness. Tonight was just such a night. After running missions with Jassariel/ Heather most of the early evening, I hung out with Kreldt/Eric the .5b and Thale/Mike just outside Ironforge. As if a Warlock paling around with a hot Druid Elf in a loincloth wasn't odd enough, just imagine an immensely overpowered Warlock hanging around with a couple of mouthy Paladins. The comedy value's off the bloody charts.  In any case, I dedicated myself to achieving Level 18 tonight. It was a necessary act. J's help earlier in running Westfall missions was invaluable, putting me a good third into 17 simply on missions. The rest ... well, after I flew back to Westfall from Ironforge, the finger of death was starting to get writ large on the faces of the Gnoll patrols in the region. I murdered enough Gnolls to pile bones in a lovely 6km long ossuary. Shit was dying, I tell you. Unfortunately, there wasn't as much wool dropping as I'd have liked. Bloody thing doesn't want me to corner the market on Green Woolen Bags, I'm wagering.
In any case, its a sign of my life being mine that the following happened: 600xp from levelling, I received a call. Not just a call, but a 2hr call, a nightmare hellcall. So, what did I do? About 45min into the call, I turned down the PC's volume and finished my level. Hey, go with the flow, right? So now Maza/Guido my Voidwalker can heal himself up in short order after a battle by consuming shadows, my imp, Jakmat, fires bigger fireballs off, and I have a couple new spells ... including a new Soulstone ability I have no idea what to do with, but I think it might be some kind of rez. Fear the evil. | 
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