A-Questing We Will Go...

[thessalian]

So ... Blood Elf Paladin. Level 19. This is the highest-level character I currently have. This may have something to do with the fact that OMG WTF QUESTS!

So after pottering around Eversong Woods for awhile, you end up in the Ghostlands (apparently a new zone thrown in with Cataclysm). Look, the whole place is a mess after the whole Burning Crusade thing, and there's a whole lot of lore I'm sort of learning as I go, but a lot of it involves an inexplicable line of devastation (and zombies) between Deatholme (apparently an instance) and Silvermoon (which is the capital and is at least partly trashed because of this tidy straight line of devastation). They call it the Dead Scar. It's a really tidy line of devastation, bones and zombies. The zombies never leave the Scar. They just ... kind of meander until someone's stupid enough to wander in. I'm sure this is realistic in someone's world.

Anyway, you get to the Ghostlands because of some quest they asked you to do in some dinky village up in Eversong, and there's this city. Township. Wide spot in the road. Whatever. And there are quests by the bucketload. And depending on what order you do the quests in? You just never fucking stop. You wander into catacombs for this one stupid quest and meet up with this ditz of a NPC who needs to you lead her to some outpost (and then picks random fights with everything when we could just wander out, stupid mare). At said outpost ... MOAR QUESTS! I think there are quests I picked up in Tranquillien that I'm too high-level for now, since I wandered in something like eight levels ago and then went and beat on things high above my level because I went about the quest trees bass-ackwards. At least now I'm past the beating-on-renegade-trolls thing. The beating-on-renegade-trolls thing got old. Particularly given the fact that there are some renegade trolls whose combat manoeuvres involve turning your toon into a chicken. You're fighting, and all of a sudden ... poof. Chicken. Polymorph blows.

I'm going to go back to whittling down my quest tree now. Apparently I get a mount next level. That'd be nice. Saves the walking. But still. Dude. Seriously. NO MORE MOBS THAT CAN TURN MY CHARACTER INTO A DAMN CHICKEN. I dread the one where the mob-wizard arsehole makes you shrink to a fifth of your size. FOR TEN MINUTES. That was around when I decided "Fuck it, I'm going to break for dinner". Teeny tiny belf just ... noooo.

Comments

[wingedkami.livejournal.com]

I've never been turned into a chicken. I've been a lot of frogs though, and possibly a sheep. Fortunately mobs who can do that are few and far between.

Escort quests are my least favourite thing in WoW. They're marginally less annoying when there's two of you (at least so long as the tank doesn't decide to run off ahead and leave the priest and the NPC to be slaughtered by the sudden horde of surprise trolls. Me, bitter?)

Oh, and mounts are awesome. As a paladin you can have a warhorse rather than the standard blood elf mount of a giant purple chicken.

[thessalian.livejournal.com]

*chuckle* Yeah, I was so thrilled when I found out that your mount doesn't have to be a giant riding chicken, as it was in FFXI. Then I discovered that the standard belf mount is ... a giant riding chicken. So when I found out about the warhorse, I was delighted. *g*