Hardways.

Professional skill leveling can be more painful than character leveling, but in some ways, equally satisfying. I appreciate that many of you are very experienced players who know most everything there is to know, but for those of us who are just starting to level new characters, they each have their own narratives. “They” need to learn something new, gain access to resources, and figure it out. Also, there are so many excellent resources out there, we don’t have to be walking WoW wikis. I was reminded of a boyfriend I had once, and although he was a bona fide* jerk, he did teach me two things: how to change my oil and play craps. (He was a Jersey boy through and through, long before the shenanigans of the Jersey Shore/shudder. And no, I was not, nor would ever be, a Snooky.) In any case, I don’t change my own oil anymore. The cost/benefit analysis of paying the good men and women of the lubricating chain stores makes sense, and I don’t remember how to play craps anymore. (No, you’re not getting hustled: I really don’t remember how to play.) 

So, asking a good friend, “Gee, how do I make dark iron bars…” he said something to the effect that it’s a lot of trouble. 
But, even though I have a few thousand better things to do, right here, right now, I’m going to go to Blackrock Depths and smelt some ore. Because that’s kind of cool, that there’s a special location to make these bars. 
So, to that end: here is a fun site I came across: http://wow.crafterstome.com/home.html
Comments and links to others that you’ve found useful are appreciated.
*bona fide: made in good faith, which nothing this young man did was in good faith.

Drabble: Holy man.

Marrtor

The light. A healer. The prayers, the flash, the heal. To aid, to succor. Giving strength, protection.  Fortify! Renew! Fallen warrior, illuminated stitching, and whole again.  Victory!  The shadows overcome, the blood staunched.  And yet, the blood, the shadows. The memories! The fields of battle, the blood drawn by my hand.  The forbidden words of shadow. Pain. Death!   No. The light!  But my brother, so brave, so bold.  So self-righteous.  Paladins, holy warriors indeed.  They serve, no doubt, but can they melt formless faces? The form of shadow.  The spike, the flay, the fiend.  And the horror, yes, the horror.