12/31/2006
For the past two years I have been trying to get on the Wintesaber Trainers’ good side, which by the way, is no small task. This small group of reclusive Night Elves raises and trains Wintersabers in Winterspring, and getting exalted with them means you can purchase one of their fast and beautiful mounts for a mere ninety gold. Don’t let the amount of gold fool you, for there is a much bigger price to pay to ride one of these cats.
Rivern Frostwind is the Elf to talk to and start your journey. He can be found in Northern Winterspring atop Frostsaber Rock; getting to the rock can be quite dangerous as well, for there are stealthed tigers all over the area ready to claw you open and feed you to their young. You might have to get used to getting knocked off your mount and mauled every time you make your way to the frozen peak, but as long as you don’t stop running you should be fine.
I had to make some adjustments to myself in order to complete this quest. Being a Holy Priest would only hold me back when it came to killing quickly, so I enhanced the shadow spells I had and acquired a few more. I almost never rested or drank except when killing Frostmaul Giants by myself, and only stopped once in while to repair and empty my bags full of junk which would quickly turn into a nice amount of gold.
I accepted Rivern’s many quests of bringing hundreds of meat from Chillwind Chimaeras and Shardtooth Bears, slaying dozens of Frostmaul Giants, and most of all killing thousands of Winterfall Shaman and Ursa. In the end it was easily over eight hundred quests I had to do, but I regret nothing. I met many great people along the way. We were to carry the same burden which in turn would create a bond among us that will always remain. When I see someone mounted on this beautiful beast I can look at them and nod, and we’ll both think to each other “I know, I know.” and smile.
10/24/2006
It was a windy autumn day in Azeroth. After getting a bag of candy from the Stormwind Innkeeper to help rot my teeth I was in the mood for a lightning show, and decided to take a ride through the Blasted Lands.
As I went up and down the red clay hills snacking on a delicious lollypop I violently pulled the reigns, and my jaw along with the candy dropped to the floor. The Dark Portal that leads to Outland had been opened. A black and green cosmic cloud swirled endlessly in the hellish doorway; this was the kind of moment when the saying “Curiosity killed the elf” did not apply. I had to go through it, and I had to see what lay beyond it.
Once I was through I was greeted by a battle between demons and members of the Alliance; I quickly went to seek out a gryphon master to fly me to safety. He informed me I was in a place called the Hellfire Peninsula and he would be able to take me to the nearest town. The view from Honor Hold( the town I had flown to) was both breathtaking and terrifying. Where was Hogit when I needed him?
I gathered up my courage and decided to go exploring. After ridding for some time I finally arrived in the Zangarmarsh. This was an alien place I had never imagined; the creatures and flora that surrounded me put all my logic in question. Hogit and Cornpo were never going to believe me!
I rode on south to a savanna looking place by the name of Nagrand. Here is where I found the biggest diamond that has ever existed, and a herd of Elek whose riders almost cost me my life. Fortunately I was able to get away and show you the pictures, because as the saying goes “SS or it didn’t happen!”
Outland is full of wonder and adventure; there is much to do and learn. I have come back to Azeroth is search of reinforcement, for I cannot tackle this place on my own. LFM OUTLAND!!!
9/12/2006
Elessedil and her guild Ilterendi have been venturing inside Naxxramas for a couple of months now, and have made great strides. The Necropolis of Naxxramas is a very dangerous place to say the least, the horrors that wait inside are unspeakable and grotesque. One never knows what gruesome creatures will come out from around the corner and pwn one in the Elf face or mess up one’s braid. 
One of the most repugnant Abominations there is the infamous Patchwerk; he is taller than an Orc but not as stinky although some would say better looking. This monster has over three million hit points and one must take him down in seven minutes. Not only that, but he hits harder than a runaway train on steroids. Needless to say the healers have quite a time keeping the tanks up during the encounter, but all hard work deserves great rewards for every time a Patchwerk dies a Priest gets their wings. This Priest got hers and I must say I was overwhelmed. Till we meet again Patchwerk, till we meet again indeed.
