My last post about all the things I had gotten wrong with Zeptepi is still on my mind. If only Blizzard would grant us all three specializations for any one character, that would be wonderful. Well, maybe not. We have gotten many things we wished for, and not sure we don’t regret letting that genie (looking at you, garrison!) out of the bottle. I know as far as professions go, many have abandoned herb gathering or mining because it’s just silly to hang on to a pixelized identity. Here is my one question: if you could have one character who enjoyed all three class specializations (or in the case of Druids, four) which would it be? Warlocks and Mages have a bit of redundancy, but there is a case for them as well. Whatever you think, I woke up too early, so I’m going back to sleep. Maybe when I wake up this would all have been a dream, and Zep can be shadow, holy, and discipline.
Just why do some players raise so many alts? I don’t know. I admire those those play one or two classes and thoroughly understand those said classes, including when change happens how to manage and adjust. In my experience, I never quite allow myself to understand and thoroughly study all the classes/specializations I play, but I do all right. (I must confess I get a little miffed when a player tells me things about Mataoka–almost five years and counting, she’s my girl, so back off, Jack.)
This post is for me, all for me, a simple place, where I can click and look up my stats for the girls quickly. If you find it useful, too, great.
- Haste (to about 50%);
- Critical Strike;
- Haste (after 50%).
- Haste being higher than the other secondary stats until 50%, does not mean that you should stack Haste to 50% before building up any other secondary stat. It merely means that until you reach 50% Haste, you should have more Haste than any other secondary stat.
- Mastery and Multitrike are equal on single-target situations, but Mastery pulls way ahead in AoE situations.
- Versatility and Critical Strike are equal in terms of damage output, but Versatility has the added benefit of reducing the damage you take.
No, no explanations. No. No.
- Spirit (until you are comfortable with your Mana regeneration);
- Multistrike = Critical Strike;
The stat priority for a Shadow Priest at level 100 depends greatly on the tier 7 talent used. Below, we will present you a stat priority that works quite well in all situations, and then a few specialised priorities.
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- Bonus Armor;
- Critical Strike (if you are using the Seraphim talent);
- Critical Strike;
Mastery, Multistrike, and Haste are relatively close in value. When choosing an upgrade, simply choose whichever has a highest Critical Strike and either Mastery, Multistrike, or Haste. (That’s easy to remember.)
Beast Mastery Hunter:
Not even going to touch Monk healing, Warrior-ing or Rogues today. Or Death Knights. I miss my monk, Sajja, very much, and Heartichoke is lonesome, as gnomes often are. In the meantime, I’ll keep trying to get what these girls need, save some gems and enchants, and stash away gold for all those repair bills. They’re going to need it.
Well me, duh.
I am feeling undue guilt over being bored–I think some folks thought I was putting down garrisons or new content. That’s not what I was trying to say–I was contemplating those moments when we are engaged in any activity and find it lacking. The arrogance of allowing oneself to feel bored–the audacity–mea culpa. The entire universe is laid at my hooves and I want variety? Tsk.
The thing is I don’t want more–I want to enjoy and understand what’s there. And in terms of Azeroth, I’m not there yet. But, the developers and designers seem to be preparing for more, so here it is. The same is true in my real life. My real, messy, unorganized, blurry life. Time to understand what’s the task in front of my nose often doesn’t leave room to step around and look at the big picture. But, c’est la guerre.
And honestly: boredom is usually just a mask for loneliness –when we are in our OWN heads and come up short for company.
What’s a girl to do? To the transmogifier, of course!
And Pepe. Pepe is friggin’ adorable.
Those bird things that fight the Arakkoa remind me of The Chicken Lady:
Yeah. I miss Kids in the Hall.
Tank v Talbuk
Thank heavens for practical friends…one friend who explained to me why the Nagrand tank is far and away a superior choice to the Telaari Talbuk. However, my instincts do not waiver: for me, the talbuk edges out the tank. I noticed, all on my own, that when I click on the water strider, the talbuk walks on water. I can ride, farm, handle any mob, drop any totem, and spawn any spirit wolves on my talbuk. She never fails me, and is friendly to the environment. When I hit my Ascension spell, it looks like I’m a circus performer from some dark dream. I did some research, and many players agree with me. Now granted, if you’re into cool looking Dwarfish technology, you can’t beat the tank.
And this is kind of embarrassing: someone visited my blog while looking for solid information on tanks versus talbuks, and all I gave them was silliness:
So the proving grounds. All they have proven to me is how pissed off I can get. I was grousing the other day to my practical friend about how frustrated I was when, after Zeptepi reached Level 100, I could not, COULD NOT, get past Bronze healing. My friend listened to me and then linked his Gold Proving Grounds achievement.
The little warlock cookie crumbled, and there were other signs that the scenario was buggy for Zeptepi. Also, I am a terrible shaman healer and had no trouble with DPS/Healing for Mataoka, and in general am a better healer on Zeptepi and Momokawa. I even put in a ticket, and got the usual reply. “Thanks for playing! Come again!’ Pfft.
I finally, through sheer will and nerd-rage, completed Bronze. I’ll get to Silver soon. To be clear: I have no issue with players having to perform this minor gate-keeping to do heroics, but I do have a HUGE issue with Blizzard not ensuring that it’s working right and makes sense. Some of the players I’ve seen in Heroics act like they’ve never played the game before. How about a dialogue tutorial or suggestion voice over for players? Whatever Blizzard. Just make sure it works, mkay?
We were also discussing how cool it would be if instead of all of our followers having all the fun, we could send our characters out on missions with them. This reminded me of when I use a Crock-Pot on the rare occasions I cook. The problem with crock-pots is the smell of whatever you’re cooking lingers in the house all day long, and if you have kind of a picky eaters like I do in the house, they hate to smell what they are going to eat for too long. Even getting them to eat leftovers is a challenge. So, instead of facing this challenge, like I would do in Proving Grounds, I do the smart thing: I don’t cook anymore. This is something I may have to try, though. Wait till everyone is out of the house so they don’t smell it cooking all day. To me, that’s half the fun is the anticipation of something delicious to eat. But–you gotta admit–it would be pretty nice to set a character out there in the world, with her special skills, and team up with followers, wake up to delicious loot and gold…
Don’t Curse the Darkness
Is this what that means?
In the Northern Hemisphere, today is the shortest day of the year, or the longest night, depending on your crepuscular nature. Turns out, it’s going to be the LONGEST NIGHT IN THE HISTORY OF THE PLANET. So for my friends in Australia/New Zealand, enjoy your light. And warmth. But I find no small amount of schadenfreude when I realize there are silly people in New Zealand, too. It’s going to be a long night, but at least I’m not stuck in a car. But hey, the car was in New Zealand, so that would have balanced it out.
I worked hard to get Abu’gar — I mistakenly believed a fishing troll would be a great follower for my fishing shack. Nope. Got trolled.
And don’t wear red
Not in any dimension:
Neil Finn: Not the Girl You Think You Are
Feeling the darkness blues? Play this VERY LOUD:
I was not expecting a server update this morning, but no matter – I am overdue for a post anyway.
Just a few notes here and there –
Prinnie nailed it with the whole shaman thing--my buddy Turk was feeling the pain of not being as empowered as before, and I hadn’t really noticed. In fact, even just the other night I healed a dungeon and got compliments on being a ‘great healer.’ I was in my groove, I admit. However, shaman healing has always felt slow as a glacier for me, but maybe Young Leet Druid’s advice about planning ahead is paying off.
Erinys at Harpy’s Nest has a great reflection on flying, or lack thereof, in Draenor. I completely agree: combing through the hills and scrubs of the lands has been wholly engaging; however, at some point I am going to want to stretch my dragons’ wings and fly again. Maybe a compromise? Fly-zone Fridays or something? Oh and I surprised CD Rogue yesterday with how much I HATE DRONES. But as I reminded him of all the times he turns out to be right about something, I am right about this.
But man oh man, my brain is toast lately: it feels as focused as a fly, (which is to say not at all), and keep feeling like I’m trying to nail thoughts down like nailing eels to a board. Not pretty. Maybe it’s this time of year, but I really need to act like a furry little animal and go burrow somewhere, and yet people keep expecting me to SHOW UP. Stupid people.
Oh well. Speaking of showing up – better go get some more resources so Zeptepi can finish building.
Guess what?! Fandral finally got that staff out of his…you know…and granted Momokawa grand and glorious FIREKITTYSUPERPOWAH!
Yup, we went on a Pony Circuit, and albeit there were no ponies, we trust there will be again. I know someday– SOMEDAY — we will all watch our casting bars and sit at the right time so we can get Only the Penitent, and SOMEDAY, everyone will know when to hit HERO and blast Alysrazor from the sky so we can all get Barrel Roll. Please. Please. Please…Old Ladies: we can do this! Ponies will be ours! We can also finish up Stay Chill, too, right!? I mean, there’s a pony in that list of chives…not chives, chieves!
Not my monkeys, not my circus…
Sitting in my dirty pee pants….
Yesterday, however, was a tough day for Zeptepi. Hours, and I mean hours, waiting in queue for Flex just to get a few upgrades.
I am pretty sure at some point in my fervor to disenchant all the things for Jade Spirit enchants, I disenchanted my healing tier pants. But her item level is plenty high, and she had plenty of token roll coins in her purse, so why not?
Why not indeed.
F*ck some players.
Everyone is standing around waiting for another player, and I see I am kicked:
Was it because they mistook me for another priest with a low item level?
I tried to get to the bottom of it, but apparently as a healer my DPS was too low.
No one could provide an answer, and I give credit to Mr. DK for trying. I don’t have the screenshot where he conjectured my DPS was too low. Fortunately, my healing was fine. Look, it’s for the best, isn’t it? Wasting hours of time? Time I will never get back, because some adolescent jagoffs either wanted to bring in a friend instead or cannot read “Zeptepi” versus “Precharound.” It truly doesn’t matter, and is not worth getting upset about. If anything it strengthens my resolve to NEVER PLAY WITH STRANGERS AGAIN. STRANGER DANGER!!!!! So Zeptepi had to sit in her dirty pee pants all day, and never did complete a single boss after 7 hours of trying. Seven. I did manage to go for a walk with CD Rogue and a couple asked us for directions and I embarrassed myself when I told them the wrong way, so convinced I was right, and yelled at CD Rogue when he told me I was wrong. I was. He held onto his composure, and corrected the vectors, Victor, and all was well. Sometimes I just don’t know where I’m going.
So, onward stalwart Old Ladies! I am not sure I’ll be available next Saturday, so maybe we can meet up on Sunday. Meanwhile, I’ll be wandering around Stormwind sans pants.
How we feel when we delete something:
I cannot tell you how thrilled I am when Navimie sent me an e-mail telling me Sleepingfox was accepting commissions again for her perfect, adorable, and amazing chibis:
I stared at Momokawa’s for full ten minutes. The details in her shoulders, (the Mantle of the Haunted Forest may be one of my top three most-loved designs in Azeroth) her beautiful, kind face–I love it. Zeptepi’s image is from one of my favorite posts (which of course now I can’t find). It’s about love, redemption, and healing. Mataoka was tough: to show her in her healing gear, sins washed away with the power of the elements, or in her Kor’kron set, fiery and ready for retribution? At her heart, she fights with maces and axes, and will stand hoof-to-toe with anyone who hurts her or her family. Haanta is shown with her first love, Sweater the Bear. Sweater is enjoying his retirement, eating honeycomb and grubs, and getting his belly rubbed.
Now, I realize Sleepingfox has been doing this for awhile. She is incredibly talented, of that there is no doubt. I submit this for consideration: when you are creating art for clients there is another level of professionalism and talent that must be recognized. It’s not easy to please others. To me, she is the consummate artist: using her talents to bring joy to others, too, and understanding their vision while incorporating her own interpretation. Well done, very, very well done.
I couldn’t be more thrilled.
After a baby’s age, confidence demands attention and fostering. We lose more the higher we grow, it seems, and do not get back up. However, a little one will pull itself up, tumble, fall, and attempt to walk. While understanding defeat, she does not know surrender. Sheer pride in wobbly steps, buckling thighs, drooling grin: the priest felt this same joyous pride after healing with passion, and defending her host with power. She wished he could have seen her. He would have been so proud of her. However, Mrs. Whitworth wanted her to try it on four legs, not two.
Cub is home with tummy ache, and though he can manage, figured I might as well try some motherhood redemption and take care of him; kind of a front since I also have procrastinated projects of my own, so might as well – and….
…going to try to finish Zep’s cloak quest. As much as I would have liked for all the Titan Runestones to finish dropping during my break so I could have taken a full, guilt-free day and tried and tried again, it wasn’t in the cards. I did try once, and then realized I really don’t know what the hell I am doing. I die way too fast, or Wrathion does, or someone gets a splinter or steps on a rock or sun’s in their eyes…
While researching how things have gone terribly wrong, the first video that pops up is Cymre’s! So wish me luck again, more so in finishing my projects than that cloak…/sigh
If I wish to tell my own story, it must be through my sister’s tale first. She left home long before my arrival, leaving only a tired and indulgent mother and distracted father in her wake. According to our mother, I was the “sweet one,” her smallest angel. I never cried or threw tantrums that were legendary of Mat’s. Mataoka followed the path of the shaman, of Nobundo, while I followed the conservative choice of priesthood. My words choke in my throat when I need to confess who I am, for humility and obeisance to Velen and the Naaru gently whipped me into compliance, the shadows burned if I stepped out of the path of the light. Did you ever have a shadow burn? It’s almost indescribable–like eating a hot pepper that tastes sweet at first then grows to a scorching burn in your mouth. (Only sweet cream or ale cures it, and then like love, the memory fades so we eat them again!)
I am a good priest, even though it pains me to boast. I have had to be: for reasons not clear to me, I reside as a leader of a tiny guild, a small cottage guild that only currently has a very kind group of friends. But the little guild came out of love and friendship, and I try to cultivate it, and make the members of it as happy as I can. All they need to know is I care about them. Great sacrifice and martyrdom, though in my nature I suppose, is not something I think strengthens myself or others. In other words, the door is always open, take what you want, and your friendship is all that is needed; however, I may not always have time to help you in your quests.
My heart belongs to one, just one. His heart died twice, so with little faith do I believe that mine can resurrect his. I am running out of hope.
Mrs. Whitworth is my cat. No, that feels wrong. Mrs. Whitworth is a cat. She belongs to no one but herself. She has a green-eyed kitten, just one, but I rarely see them unless it’s meal time or the mage has been fishing.
I keep my own counsel. I pray to my own gods. I suggest you do the same. The lights and shadows belong to me: I’ll leave the mud and fire to the shaman.