Scryll

I don't really want them to flat out-tank warriors, either. I wanted them and warriors to have different styles of tanking, anda mix encounters which suited one particular style over another, not just the odd gimmick encounter like Jin'do. As for out-dpsing a rogue, meh. Take a number.

Narlla stepped out from under the Blacksmith's awning. She'd heard a shout... there it was again. She scanned the road on the other side of the river, seeking the source of the noise. She stiffened when she saw the Alliance patrol running down it, chasing after two all-too-recognizable figures. Narlla quickly yet carefully placed down a trap by the smithy to catch any sneaking Alliance pushdogs who sought to take advantage of her coming absence, and then sprinted down to the bridge which Martok and Smiths were making for, loading her Chesterpiece as she went. The two deaddies streaked by her just as she reached the foot of the bridge, and she quickly took a shot at the bridge itself, right in front of the leading Alliance warrior, sending several chips of stone flying into him and his companions. Narlla dared a quick look behind her as she loaded another bullet, expecting to see the two priests taking up position behind her for healing and spell-support, only to watch with horror as they continued to race pell-mell up the hill toward the main smithy building. "No, you fuc-" was all she had time to shout before the Allies were mobbing her. She set about desperately with her greatsword, Corpsemaker, trying desperately to dodge and parry the blades and clubs seeking her life, and to cut down at least one of her foes, but she was over-matched. Narlla leapt desperately into the air, trying to push past the figures surrounding her, and managed to tumble herself and one of them into the river below. The paladin she'd taken with her was stunned by the fall into the water, and his heavier mail dragged at him, allowing her to kick swiftly for the far bank, swimming beyond his reach. Narlla turned toward the bridge when her feet found solid purchase in the sand on the bank, and watched as the rest of the Smithy garrison swiftly overwhelmed the rest of the Alliance patrol. She half-ran, half-trudged back to her position, to find the two priests who'd started everything sitting comfortably in the sun by the Horde flag demonstrating their possession of the island. She glared at them, her ire strengthening with every breath, and opened her mouth to roundly curse the pushdogs... and then turned, sighing with resignation, and headed back to her post.

I didn't see a *wink*, so I have to assume he is serious. Does anyone else feel this way? Rel Emotes are a crutch! Relikk, if I actually felt that way, I'd bring it up with you in whispers, not in public. You also will never catch me using stupid phrases like "ninjar" when I'm serious.

Oh hell no. If you can't handle the ice cream sandwich, you need to L2E, nub. It's got plenty of competition. Just look at the numbers off mint-chip ice cream, or chocolate mousse.

Oh, I see how it is. We strive to get you the guild's first legendary and two weeks later you announce you won't be running MC anymore. NINJAR!

Something else from the inventors of Gnomeregan, the Gnomish Poultryizer. I swear, there's just no point to speccing goblin engineering. The toys from gnomish engineering are just too darn fun.

*Note: The story is fragmentary. I wrote most of it months ago, couldn't figure out how to properly begin or end it, put it aside, and have done minor fiddling since. It doesn't look like I'll finish, so I decided to just post what I have* *** Silently, he glided into the chamber, eyes scanning the chaos for the flag which Vegonna had made their objective. He spotted it, and her, trapped in ice while a gnome incanted quickly behind her, waves of unnatural heat radiating from his tiny body. Ronstin paused and tranced, focusing his will and overwhelming the mage with a sending of sheer terror. He then turned on the other battling Alliance in the room, spitting out curses and shadows to bedevil them. When he saw his imp, Piprot, start to mirror the recovering mage, tossing a bolt of fire for every spell the mage cast, Ronstin turned to follow Vegonna and drive off any remaining forces that persisted in slowing her. He was almost out the door when he realized the steady chanting beneath the clash of arms in the room behind him had changed to a liturgical descant and then he was flying about in an uncontrolled panic himself. A priest! One of human women in robes he'd noted in the back of the room in his first quick scan had been a priest, not another mage! A priest who dabbled in the darker secrets of her order, no less, what they named, in their conceit, the "shadow cast by the Holy Light." Ronstin almost turned and re-entered the chamber, to teach the arrogant whelp the true power available to those with the strength to tap the Nether, but he'd seen Ikky's body on the floor, and felt the sting of rebounding power as the mage and priest broke the dark magicks he'd left in his wake. Going back into the Silverwing compound would be decidedly unwise just now, he decided, and so continued on toward the battle-zone between the respective camps. Maybe he could cowe some of the nattering incompetents following that rogue into leaving off their pointless skirmishing and preparing for a second assault. . . *** I sat back in the Lady Sylvanas' chamber while the Warbringer went over his reports on the skirmishing in Warsong. The fighting had been fairly easy; the Alliance were plainly not prepared to push hard in their encroachment, probably fearing the consequences should they violate the peace treaties of the Grand Alliance too blatantly. I had even managed to crush that upstart priestess twho thought she understood the Nether. Still, I was dissatisifed. That mage... the mage had challenged him. I'd been able to destroy him on those occasions when a pitched battle allowed me to run the pushdog down, but I was unable to shake the memory of their encounter in the lumber mill serving as the Horde headquarters. I'd been in the central chamber, punishing Piprot, my imp, for his insolence when that gnome, that mage Nori, had managed to sneak in and use his energies to twist my very form in a way I had never encountered or considered possible, to steal my rotting flesh and leave me in the shape of a mere animal, in the body of a sheep. He'd quickly gone on to attack Piprot, damn him, savaging him badly enough that Piprot was able to break my thrall and flee our world entirely. I knew it would take considerable effort to rebind him to my will and to protect myself from his attempts at revenge before I could do so, and the fury and panic of this knowledge had given me the strength to break the energies binding me to such a feeble form. I threw a bolt of dark energy at the gnome, but the twit took my blow, and grabbed one of our battle-standards. When I started to pursue him he threw a tiny pellet of ice at me while he ran out of the building, and it rapidly expanded into a circle of ice, temporarily trapping me. I went after the wretch as soon as I'd fought free, but the ice and steady blinking had gained him lead I was unable to overtake. What sort of power could I count myself if that dratted gnome could incapacitate me so quickly and then escape my wrath with only few paltry spells? He'd surprised me, but that would be of no note to the beings I bargain with in the darkness, nor with their weaker minions that I'd dominated for my own uses. They'd see my failure and know it for weakness, and they'd try to tear me apart. Even if I prevailed I would be set back years in my delving the Nether's secrets, I'd dare not continue until I'd forged new demonic alliances to forestall unpleasant interruptions like the one which cost my former mentor, Xaos, his memory. While the Warbringer barked out orders to a new patrol heading to forests of Ashenvale, I considered ways around my dilema. I'd heard rumors of a powerful curse, one that drained the energy from people and left them unable to muster the strength to move much faster than a walk. Such a curse would be a useful tool in a pursuit situation like the one Nori forced me into, and I'd already wracked Piprot to get the name of a demon who might be able to teach it to me. The name, Fzuukun, was a powerful one, but I had an idea on how to dominate the one bearing it. Nori himself gave it to me. If I could find a way to trap the demon in a more biddable form, say that of a dog... I gave my head a shake. This would need more study, study I would be unable to do if I let myself get caught up in this fight for a few paltry trees. I'll inform Vegonna that I won't be fighting beside her anymore, and head back to the Clan's camp. Maybe I'll be able search the library Volonazra had left behind...

Take care of the little tyke. And remember, it's never too early to teach your children that paladins are evil.

Skah! Politics. Get off mah board!

OMG, that last Draeni one almost had me out of my chair I was laughing so hard. I do think they got the better set. The BE ones were too long-winded.

It's a conspiracy! And I say we're not going to take it anymore! We rogues are organizing! DOWN with the anti-rogue-healing regime! :starts chanting: "2, 4, 6, 8, you can't be discriminate..."

I was just browsing the beta boards, and came across two new items. One is from Gnomish engineering. A gnomish flame turret "that will nearly always attack your enemies". Even better is a grey item you can fish up in Zangarmarsh, the Goldenscale Vendorfish.

I approve of every one of them but #3. If I start getting spammed, I'm digging up your home phone and writing it on a bunch of walls in truck-stop restrooms.

In all the time I've spent online since we started trying to work with the Sworn Few, I have only twice seen your guild approach us and ask for help filling out one of your raids. One of those times, I was the person contacted *by Peeta, I believe* to ask in guild chat if anyone wished to join your AQ run. A few of the dozen Crushers online at the time expressed interest and I sent them along to Peeta. I THINK one clothie joined your run, but I know the others were rejected because you were full up on those classes. It happens. I haven't been approached, or heard of any in the Few approaching anyone else, to get people to attend a raid since. And I know the attempt on our end to start a second AQ run, to accomodate the people who couldn't run in Crik's, for whatever reason, didn't get any interest from SF members either. Nor have I been seeing SF members singing up for MC except for those slots where we're already overflowing, like your own warrior class. No mages, no rogues, the only priest I've seen has been Peeta who doesn't seem to be signing up anymore. If there's a problem it surely isn't solely on our end.

Aww c'mon, Baracko. It was bad enough when you said I had to out-DPS the healers, now I have to out-DPS the hunter pets too? Geez, where are you coming up with this sort of lunacy?

You get it from the leper gnome wand, which is a random bag drop, and as a possibility on the Random wand, also a random bag drop.

Nope, Escape from Orgrimmar isn't out yet, though there is a trailer floating around.

::bonks Moggaro on the noggin'::

Me lub hims stunefurm. Me can hit everyting me hab witut him duing anyting, and den vanish befur him wake up.

WAAAIIITTT! Odenn, shut up. Tainish, your words intrigue me and I would like to subscribe to your newsletter.

Oh yeah. You think you run around switching targets a lot on Jin'do...

Take care, Chrys.

Yes, please talk to me, and the others. Send me a PM if you have time, I'll be browsing on here before either of us log in next, I expect.

I want you to be done too. We've got upcoming herbalists and alchemists who don't even seem to be aware that there's a taxonomy debate about whether stinkweed is a flower.

Scryll is a 300 alchemist and cook. He can make all Greater Resistance potions, Major healing and mana pots, and just about every other pot besides Flasks. He can also prepare +int food, +agil food, +str, and +mana regen food, in addition to the standard +stamina and spirit bonus.