Kastarakov was slowly losing his marbles at how many times he'd been circling around Sholazar Basin. With Banshee's decision to be returned to her spiderling brood far, far away back within the territories of the Alliance, the decision had left the young troll morose and beaten. He had not seen his beloved trickster spider's choice coming. He had honestly thought his dear friend was happy with her travels with he and the others. He had heard tales of the great Devilsaur Patriarch of the Basin, of the amnesiac spirit beast god Loque'nahak too, and somewhere in the depths of his mind, he knew whatever pet he intended to use as a replacement for Banshee would be temporary at best. Kas sighed softly. He would miss his beloved prankster dearly.
As he urged Goldenshrike, his wind rider, across the Wildgrowth Mangal, thoughts turned to how he was burying himself in the 'goldlust' to combat Banshee's absence. True, he needed coin to survive, but endlessly circling this jungle paradise for the glinting jade ore called Saronite was eating away at his resolve. Goldenshrike flew low, cresting only barely above the ground, when a flash of colour blindsided them both. Within moments, Kas was arse-up on the boggy marsh, seeing stars. His wind rider didn't fare quite as lucky, and had barrelled herself into the nearest moss-laden tree. Kas struggled to his feet, rubbing his head gingerly.
"Now what in da nine hells was dat, mon?!" he muttered viciously, looking around to see who or what had taken he and Goldenshrike by complete surprise.
*Squawk!*
Kas looked up, and immediately laid eyes on a brightly coloured bird that sat high in the tree above him. It cocked its head to one side, and seemed to grin at him from its place in the branches.
"What is...what in Northrend...?"
Kas began, and ducked as the bird swooped at him, squawking merrily as it landed in the branches above his dazed wind rider. It hopped along that same branch, continuing to squawk, as if goading the troll to participate in its little game; then began to strut up and down the length of the branches, casually hopping down, and over, the still-confused form of his wind rider. Somewhat annoyed, and clearly in no mood for games, Kas whistled for his companion, and realised in the first few seconds of silence that the last pet he had had before this encounter had been Banshee. Palm met forehead, and Kas groaned at the inevitability of the whole situation. This parrot was teasing him, almost in a prankster-like way. Somehow, in some way, Banshee's very essence had found its way into this gorgeous-looking beast. He chuckled. She was still finding ways to help him smile, even though she was already gone.
"Alright den, mon. If it be a game you want, it be a game you'll get," Kas smiled softly, egging the bird on.
The parrot spread its wings and with an almighty squawk swept towards the grinning young troll...
Wasn't expecting much luck tonight when Kas dinged 76. There were many hunters about, most that I chatted to were after the wild god, Loque. And something made me switch direction from the mammoth graveyard into the Windgrowth Mangal. And guess who knocked us out of the sky?
Meet Kas's new trickster - "Tanzanite"
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Congrats! I have been thinking about taming her once my *counts on fingers* 5th hunter gets to 80. I love her color and cmon..who does not want to have a giant battle parrot!
Sonata wrote:Grats on the tame!
And a wonderful story, mind there be a little bit more add to the story? I want to read more!
I can certainly post more of Kas's adventures for you! Would you prefer his current tames (Araga, Old Cliff Jumper) or the tames he's after (Loque & Krush - depending on whether or not either of them decide to appear for him ;P)? =3
Sonata wrote:Grats on the tame!
And a wonderful story, mind there be a little bit more add to the story? I want to read more!
I can certainly post more of Kas's adventures for you! Would you prefer his current tames (Araga, Old Cliff Jumper) or the tames he's after (Loque & Krush - depending on whether or not either of them decide to appear for him ;P)? =3
Oh anything of those are just fine! I'd love to read them all.
A story of Cliff Jumpers taming would be nice, having not tamed him but he is quite the character for being the only Worg of his kind in game, but do write what inspires you.
He was young by her standards, probably fresh out of Orgrimmar's carved stone and thatched towers. There was a clumsiness to his gait, but his head was held high and his eyes bright with eagerness, reminding the dwarven huntress of her first tentative steps out of Kharanos.
Some heads had turned when he appeared in the doorway of the bustling inn, disinterest in most eyes surrounding him, but curiousity etched in hers. Skittering just behind him was the spiderling broodmother, Zarakh. Now she had heard a countless number of tales where this vicious beast had taken limbs with her deadly poison, her shrieking worse than the howls of the Worgen in Duskwood. Watching this spiny, beautifully elegant creature skitter underneath the boy's table and nuzzle his legs in what could only be called a true display of pet to hunter affection made her smile to herself. Whatever truths there were surrounding Zarakh and her deadly power all paled in comparison to what she was witnessing.
"Another ale, Huntress Lazona?"
The voice belonged to the cheery Goblin female who'd attended to her needs ever since she herself had arrived in Booty Bay. She nodded, and as quickly as she had appeared, another ale brimming with froth was placed in front of her. Several gold coins passed hands, a tip intended for her attentive barmaid also. There was a murmur from under her feet as her Warp Stalker, Nightshade, shifted in her sleep, the soft breathing of the others - Griefstrike, Amenti, Boannan - as they slumbered nearby, and the poised mastery of her newest acquisition, Tiberias. She had turned heads when she had entered, Tiberias leading them. There were few nods of respect, more snarls at having been beaten beforehand in lucrative duels, but Laz was not here for trouble. There was a storm brewing on the horizon of the ocean, a mean one that would delay her travels. The inn was the closest thing to strengthened shelter, and she intended to make the most of it.
As she sipped her ale, she became aware of a pair of eyes on her. Twice their eyes met and twice she had returned a knowing smile. Regardless of race and faction, hunters were united, and the boy's curiousity eventually gave him the courage to approach her. Tiberias turned fearsome arcanic eyes on the Troll, halting him in his tracks. Laz chuckled quietly.
"Tiberias," she soothed. "It's a'right. 'e doe'n't mean any harm."
The massive feline-like beast grunted, lips pulled back in a half-snarl and moved from his position so that the boy could sit down. Laz called for the barmaid and ordered a large feast and two ales, as she was sure the boy only had enough gold on his person to look after his spiderling. He found his tongue when the barmaid returned with their meal.
"I don't know how ta thank ya, mon..." the Troll began softly. "Dis be da first big meal we be havin' in an age..."
"I'm more interested in how you came by her," Lazona replied, gesturing to the eight-legged one. "It's rare to see a Horde Hunter with an Alliance beast."
"Folly on my part, mon," he grinned, feeding several slices of Clefthoof Meat to his spindly friend.
"Folly that ended with her loyalty to you."
"Dat be true, mon," the boy chuckled. "I be Kastarakov. Me parents wanted a Shaman. I guess I be disappointing."
"No hunter is ever a disappointment," Lazona grinned. "They are blessed by Elune, by the Earthmother. I doubt they'd be disappointed in our service to them."
Upon catching a whiff of the basted meat, Griefstrike, the big worg asleep by the two felines gave a great yawn, displaying fangs of enormity to whoever was within sight of him. He lifted his old head to Laz's lap, looking, for the most part, like a pitiful puppy. Kas felt his breath leave his throat. That gray shaggy head. Those beautiful dark brown stripes interleaved within his fur. Those see-all, know-all green eyes. Was this...could this be...the Old Cliff Jumper?
"This parlour trick o' yours died when ye were but a runtling, Grief," Laz grinned in admonishment.
"Aye," the old worg smirked. "But your young 'eart is as soft as mine, remember?"
"You evil old Talbuk."
"Speaking of Talbuk, permit me?" Griefstrike licked his chops in anticipation.
"Oh, go on with y'!"
Lazona handed the grinning worg a heavily laden legbone of venison, still dripping with red salty juices. Griefstrike's maw closed around the bone, his great head disappearing back to the floor to feast upon his prize, hearing him tear into the juicy meat with relish.
"You're a real King, ye know that, Grief?"
"But you still adore me," came the almost-grinning reply.
Kastarakov gulped audibly.
"Hmm?"
Kastarakov could feel the words tumbling out of him and struggled to make himself sound sensible, "By de Lua Gods...is dat...is he...I mean, truly, he be majestic and huge and...and...awesome...is dat de Old Cliff Jumper?"
Laz grinned, "Your reputation as the sought after prize precedes you, Grief!" "Wurf" was the only reply. "Aye, this big son of a gun is the old Worg himself."
Instantly, Kas was out of his chair, on his knees before the huge worg; a shaky hand reaching towards Grief's head. Griefstrike eyed the boy for only a brief moment before lifting to meet his hand, clearly appreciative of the gesture. Kas's silence as he ran his hand through the alpha's worg's fur spoke volumes to Laz.
"He's a beauty, isn't he?" she spoke softly.
"Yeah, mon," Kas replied, voice equally as soft. "But...if you have da alpha...who be left to raise da pack?"
"Ah, young one, there are plenty more like me," Griefstrike grinned toothily. "Runtlings, like I was. I choose a successor before I relent, and my successor chooses her successor before she relents, and so on. The Hinterlands Pack is never without its leader."
"So...if I were ta go out dere and hunt for her, or 'im...?"
"Yes. You'd find my successor. Granted, there have probably been and gone many generations since Lazona and I bonded, but ye'd find one of mine. That much is certain."
Kas met Lazona's eyes. There was something in them that shone brighter than the northern stars.
"Ah knoo that look," she grinned. "The Wild Hunt is calling to ye, ain't it?"
The troll nodded in affirmation. "You be givin' me any advice, mon?"
"Finish y' meal and ale, and then get upstairs and rest. I'll cover yer board fer th' night, ye needen't be worryin' about summat that trifle. Ye need yer strength. They aren't 'is size for nothing," Laz gestured towards Grief again. "The pack hunts directly in linesight of Aerie Peak, and the dwarven stronghold within. They be unafraid, completely, totally, utterly. Their only respect lies in the feathered gryphons that pace the area like a borderline patrol. They be friends to me, but to you they're not going to be quite as friendly. I tailed this big bastard for four long years and he haunted my every move. I hope that when you find your runtling sire, it doesn't take ye as long as it did me."
"I don't be knowin' how ta thank ya, Lazona..."
"Meet up with me again, at this inn, with your runtling by yer side. That's thanks enough, Kast."
"Will you be here long, mon?" he asked.
"I can delay me affairs in Kalimdor for a few more days, but that's only as long as me coin holds out against these green nippers," she grinned. "They be a ruddy expensive lot after a while."
"I be back in three days, mon. I promise."
"Go and rest for the night, weather th' storm that's blowin' in. I'll tell ye more about me others when you wake, if ye'd like?"
Kas grinned and almost bounded up the stairs, spiderling at his heels, to the inn's topmost bunks, almost childlike in his joy. Laz chuckled, finishing her meal, before reaching for various cuts of meat and fish for her pets. She could feel the barmaid's grin behind her.
"You have an eye for the younglings, Iena," she chuckled. "I'd never have stayed here otherwise."
"You said yourself you were thinking of taking on an apprentice, with the way things are going. Incidentally, did you feel that last tremor this afternoon?"
"Aye, I did. They're getting worse."
"A few of the toughened locals reckon it might be th' Lich King's doing."
"He has power over the Scourge, not the Elements, Iena."
"Well, then what could be causing it? Shiftin' in the Elemental Plane, ya think?"
"It don't bear thinkin' about."
"Aye. That be one for the banquet, twenty for the ales and fifty for the rooms, alright?"
"Only fifty for the rooms? When did you start discountin' travellers?"
Iena smirked, "When those travellers be draggin' all the interested parties to garner a look at the fabled Gezzarak, of course!"
Laz laughed as Iena went about her duties. But secretly, the little goblin didn't know how close she had been to the reality of the situation. There were whispers from deep within the earth, and in Ironforge the whispers had grown louder. For many moons Lazona had travelled back and forth from the Eastern Kingdoms to Kalimdor, trying to find answers to what it was that seemed to haunt the lava-filled city, but nothing had come to light. Staring up at the ceiling, Laz could only pray that whatever hope she had given Kastarakov in this dangerous time, it would be enough to keep him out of harm's way...
Oh gosh this made me giggle like a maniac for some reason.
I had completely forgotten about Zarakh, that was nice reminder! (I bet poor Kas had to run away from alot of Draenei in Azuremyst)
It really showed that Lazona cares for her pets a great deal and takes real pride in them, interesting more is that she is a dwarf huntress...you don't see many of them around!
Kas made me want to hug him, being with no big meals for awhile! And how he was all shying away from Grief thinking should he pet him or is he going to lose his hand if he tries.
Wonderful note was how you told that theres always a new Cliffjumper chosen from a pack to lead. Nice way to go about respawns, telling also that any hunter who is brave enough can have Cliffjumper, even if it's not the original!
Can't wait to see how it continues! *camps the thread for updates*
Oh gosh this made me giggle like a maniac for some reason.
I had completely forgotten about Zarakh, that was nice reminder! (I bet poor Kas had to run away from alot of Draenei in Azuremyst)
It really showed that Lazona cares for her pets a great deal and takes real pride in them, interesting more is that she is a dwarf huntress...you don't see many of them around!
Kas made me want to hug him, being with no big meals for awhile! And how he was all shying away from Grief thinking should he pet him or is he going to lose his hand if he tries.
Wonderful note was how you told that theres always a new Cliffjumper chosen from a pack to lead. Nice way to go about respawns, telling also that any hunter who is brave enough can have Cliffjumper, even if it's not the original!
Can't wait to see how it continues! *camps the thread for updates*
Lazona is, and has been, my main Huntress toon for just shy of the fifth WoW Anniversary. I at first played a rogue in my first year (Tylienda, now my husband's rogue alt) and then was asked by one of my prior guilds to switch to a ranged dps class. I fell in love with the very idea of taming beasts, and the Hunter became my focii for the next four and bit years =3 http://www.wowarmory.com/character-shee ... &cn=Lazona
She's BM/Surv at this point in time. I made a point to raid with BM spec because I so did not camp Tiberias for 8 odd months just to leave him bored to death in the stables XP
She's also my achievement mule, having gained a Violet Proto Drake, a Winterspring Frostsaber, Baron Rivendare's Charger and a few other notable mount-related conquests.
She and Kas were originally standalone characters, completely separate from the other, but I got the idea into my head that Kas needed a mentor of sorts, and who better than a huntress half his size? I figure Laz, having been around the world and through the Argent Tournament more than a few times would have picked up various languages and therefore be able to understand Kas. Kas having grown up in a family who was both well-known and well-traversed as Elemental Ambassadors would have learned some Dwarvish along the way, enough to carry out a conversation of decent length anyway
I'm glad you like my writing, hon. Best compliment ever for a budding novelist =D
Very nice, love your story structure. You have a nice since of character depth and interaction so it's been quite entertaining reading your last two stories. Good luck on finding Loque or Krush. ^_^
Kastarakovski wrote:
Lazona is, and has been, my main Huntress toon for just shy of the fifth WoW Anniversary. I at first played a rogue in my first year (Tylienda, now my husband's rogue alt) and then was asked by one of my prior guilds to switch to a ranged dps class. I fell in love with the very idea of taming beasts, and the Hunter became my focii for the next four and bit years =3 http://www.wowarmory.com/character-shee ... &cn=Lazona
She's BM/Surv at this point in time. I made a point to raid with BM spec because I so did not camp Tiberias for 8 odd months just to leave him bored to death in the stables XP
She's also my achievement mule, having gained a Violet Proto Drake, a Winterspring Frostsaber, Baron Rivendare's Charger and a few other notable mount-related conquests.
She and Kas were originally standalone characters, completely separate from the other, but I got the idea into my head that Kas needed a mentor of sorts, and who better than a huntress half his size? I figure Laz, having been around the world and through the Argent Tournament more than a few times would have picked up various languages and therefore be able to understand Kas. Kas having grown up in a family who was both well-known and well-traversed as Elemental Ambassadors would have learned some Dwarvish along the way, enough to carry out a conversation of decent length anyway
I'm glad you like my writing, hon. Best compliment ever for a budding novelist =D
It's good to keep the BM spec alive in raids!
And every hunter has the right to show his/her greatest camping success.
I want to steal your mounts now. Been farming Rivendares mount for ages on my druid, he still gives me the sword or pants.
Oh it's a fact that big things come in small packages, well also in big ones. The language idea is really neat, makes one remember that not all can speak fluet Orcish or like Darnassian for that matter and that even a gnome can speak orc if he wishes to learn (which would be scary), the harder part is to find a teacher that doesn't skin you.
EDIT: Yes and I totaly forgot to congratulate you on the taming of Loque!
It was pitch black in the inn, everyone sound asleep and off in their own little dreamworlds, save for the rolling thunder and brief streaks of lightning that darted across the sky like wolves on the wild hunt. Kastarakov hesitated for the upteenth time, standing outside Lazona's door. Banshee had accompanied him for what he called 'moral support'.
"Ssssssoooo?" she hissed, prodding Kas in the back of the knees.
Kas sighed softly, keeping his voice low, "What if she's asleep, Banshee?"
The spiderling broodmother rolled her eight eyes skywards. "You woke me up out of the Twisssssting Nether all sssssso you could tell me you lack the sssssspine to go further?"
"Shhhh!!!" Kas hissed. "You'll wake her up!"
On the other side of the door, Laz lay in bed awake. Nightshade sat by her bedside, also awake and verily amused.
Griefstrike and Amenti were curled up together. They were a sweet, loving couple, and had adopted the guise of Pridemother and Packfather of their little brood. Boannan, Laz's oldest friend, was asleep beside them, purring. And Tiberias, the newest and final member of Lazona's family, again, slept away from the others, distanced and isolated.
Laz had not forced the sleeping arrangements onto the amnesiac Lua God, allowing him time to settle in, but he had come to blows with her on a number of occasions. Amnesiac or not, Nightshade had ascertained that the newest member of the family would learn his place, even if it meant she'd have to smack the holy bejeesus out of him to ensure it! The great beast stirred uncomfortably for a moment, before his breathing returned to normal and slumber retook him.
Nightshade sighed to herself. She had not been expecting him. She had been steeling herself for the arrival of the great Basin King, Krush, a tame Lazona had been mentally, and physically, preparing herself for for months. When she had left them in the care of one of the barmaidens, the Warpie's last words were for her to name the great beast something appropriate for his size. She had not expected to see her usually steadfast Huntress return to the Ledgerdemain Lodge later that evening, devoid of her good humour and, for the first time ever, seeing every bit of her spirit crushed underfoot.
Nightshade recalled the cold-blooded fury she'd had over the Blood Elf Paladin that had taken it upon himself to shatter Lazona's hopes and dreams by killing the massive Devilsaur on her as Freya's words took hold. She'd chosen to accompany Laz in the days that followed, ensuring that whatever remnant of hope her friend had left, it would be aptly supported by her scaly presence. She had recalled that moment when she and Laz had arrived at a sea of massive bones littering the vast icy reach. They had stood there briefly, the wind howling, sounding very much like the cry of pain a dragon made upon death. Then Laz had fallen to her knees and seized her in a rib-crushing hug, allowing the dam of sorrow to burst. Nothing before that moment had ever made Nightshade's heart crack in two, but hearing Laz sobbing so openly had done it.
The scaly one had realised after their return from the snowfields that Laz had somewhat regained some of her spirit. And on that day when she had decided to venture off into the Sholazar Basin alone once more and had returned with this moody Jaguar by her side, Nightshade knew that whatever respite she had been seeking after the Devilsaur's untimely passing had projected upon Tiberias; and thusly so, he was a temperamental son of a bitch. One day the spirit beast would warm to Laz's presence, she sighed.
However, their conversation after everyone had retired to bed had been about the recent events in Ironforge. They had gotten to the point of discussing the black-hearted Nefarian, when the Warpie had alerted Laz to movement outside their door. The scaly one had recognised the skittering of a spider.
"He's a real keeper, isn't he, Laz? Do you think he's the one she meant?"
"I don't knoo, Night. Maybe. Since when has she ever been upfront?"
"I can't honestly say I agree with her keeping that vile beast of a Black."
"Be nice, Night."
"If I hadn't have come between you two, you'd have taken her head clean off!"
"Heh, and you'd've feasted upon her bloody remains, wouldn't ye?"
"Well of course!" the Warp Stalker female replied, eyes bright with a sinister malice. "No better Black than a dead one!"
"Ruddy charming as always, huh, Night?"
"You only say it because it's true!"
There was a light tapping at the door.
"Come in," Laz called.
Kas took one controlled breath and pushed open the door. "Erm, hello, mon..." he began. "I be sorry ta be disturbin' ya in da middle of da night, but..."
"Not at all. Grab a bed...and do mind the sleepers, won't you?"
Kas looked down and saw his path blocked by two felines and a worg. "Ah. Tanks, mon."
Laz eyed the somewhat-temperamental eight-legged one with interest. "As long as she doesn't decide to hang over me, grin devilishly and have me wake up the whole inn in the process, she's free to sleep here too."
At this, Banshee skittered over to the other side of the room, edging carefully around the bigger pets, climbing steadily up the wall where she began making a web for herself in the topmost corner. Kas sat on the bed closest to Laz's, seemingly nervous.
"What is it?"
"I...I be havin' a dream, mon," the Troll began quietly. "I...I saw dese shimmering eyes...a cat...a worg...sometin' big, mon..."
"Sounds to me like you've had your first vision of your future," Laz grinned.
"Me future?"
"Every Hunter gets one."
"Even you?"
"Even me."
"What was yours?"
Laz smiled softly, "I remember a jungle paradise, standing there surrounded by huge leaves and vines. And when I turned, I saw several pairs of eyes watching me. One was brown, another green, a glowing turquoise, a deep amethyst and these almost soulless arcanic ones...shadowed by something huge behind them."
"...Erm...I don't be seein' dat huge one here, mon."
"You're right. I lost him..."
"To a jackass Paladin of the Blood Elf variety..." Nightshade muttered viciously as she settled down to sleep.
"I be sorry, mon. I not be meaning' ta bring up someting unhappy."
"While the winds are sweet, Kas...there are sadly, also losses."
"How you be copin' wit' dat, mon?"
There was something in Kas's eyes, maybe a shadow of fear, that made Laz aware that this boy hadn't yet encountered a situation where his heart would be torn between anger and sadness. On the one hand, she was happy he hadn't yet, but on the other, she knew something like that would be inevitable.
"Have you given any thought to your game plan?" she asked him, changing the subject.
"My what?"
"No hunter is calm when the beast they've been searching for wanders into view after days, maybe even weeks, months or years. We can claim we are, and others not of our class will believe us, but other hunters recall their five minutes of blind panic fumbling for Freya's words or for that freezing trap with brilliant clarity."
"Be ready for 'im, ya mean, mon?"
"The Cliff Jumpers are a proud bloodline. They do not relent easily, nor do they allow for even a second's hesitation. You fumble, they'll be onto you." Laz snapped her fingers. "You my friend are young, and lesser-geared by comparison...though I say this in strictest confidence, you've not done terribly bad for y'self."
"Tank ya, mon...I been tryin' ta keep ahead of tings, but it not be easy. De armorsmiths in Orgrimmar be askin' too much for simpler upgradin'."
"Sounds like the Stormwind Armorsmithies."
"Ya know...ya didn't have ta, mon." Kas lifted the now-bulging coinsack tied to his belt.
"Think of it as apt funding for that Turquoise Raptorling ye have in the stables."
"I don't know how ya can do it, mon. Make these," he emphasised by tipping the shiny golden coins into his hand, "appear almost out of da air."
"Go trollin', excuse the pun, through th' auction houses. People are wantin' people to post auctions that they need now, not yesterday."
"So what do ya suggest I be doin' with meself?"
"Skinning and mining. Skinning will teach you anatomy, especially when your pets tell you they didn't just get a blow that hurt. You'll be able to tell exactly where they're hurting."
"...so why didn't ya take it yourself, mon?"
"There's a certain Druidkitty that would take my face off if I so much as thought about it."
Kas leaned back in the bed, chuckling, feeling his eyes weighing down on him. "Laz?"
From her bed, the dwarven huntress too was feeling the pull of sleep. "Yes, Kastarakov?"
"I met somebody on da road here...just before we met tanight."
Laz could feel the smile pulling at her lips, "Oh?"
"Said dat I would meet someone I did not expect ta ever meet, mon."
"Ahh, Lady Red. You can't help y'self, can you?" Laz quietly chuckled in the darkness.
"What was dat, mon?"
"Nothing, Kas. Goodnight." Laz blew out the small remnants of the candle beside her.
"Goodnight, mon."
From her position in the pouring rain outside, a hooded individual watched the light leave the window and smiled. The fate of these two hunters was destined to interwine...with a little nudge from the Lady Red, of course...
Lord, don't tell me the paladin part is actualy true? Somebody actualy killed Krush?!
Well there have been these sad stories how somebody took their tame, those either being Krush or Loque.
Even the great Laz gets a bit nervous around spiders? Okay Banshee is a big spider, that would make anyone nervous a bit and waking up to see a spider hanging above you is bound to give fright.
What a great chapter, nice and long! Long chapters make me happy. Since I mostly read these on my breaks in school, it's a nice way to pass time.
Sonata wrote:Lord, don't tell me the paladin part is actualy true? Somebody actualy killed Krush?!
Well there have been these sad stories how somebody took their tame, those either being Krush or Loque.
Even the great Laz gets a bit nervous around spiders? Okay Banshee is a big spider, that would make anyone nervous a bit and waking up to see a spider hanging above you is bound to give fright.
What a great chapter, nice and long! Long chapters make me happy. Since I mostly read these on my breaks in school, it's a nice way to pass time.
Yes, that's my horror story in a nutshell. I was ten seconds off taming Krush, and a Belf Pally decided to be a complete <expletive deleted> to me and kill him on me - well aware that no other spell in Warcraft involves large blue hearts. And then proceeded when I asked him why he'd done it on my previous horde alt, Emberflare, to call me all sorts of derogatory names for stealing his rare achievement kill. It left me rather bitter and pretty upset afterwards. And after about a couple days of not playing Laz in the aftermath, I learned that jerk happened to be our alliance guild's old leader...so yeah, that didn't quite sit well with me either >_>;
I ended up rolling a Horde Hunter (Kas himself) for the challenge, and the mental preparation, of a successful solo tame of Krush. I knew that Laz would always carry the guilt of somehow getting it into her head she was the one who ended up killing him (as that's how my mind works too to some degree. I think I chose the entire wrong moment and wrong time of day to encounter the green scaly one for the first time - I honestly was not prepared and it was the time of day when people were logging in for farming the Basin...). With that all said, I can't really set foot in the Basin with Laz anymore. I feel, in her words, there's a lost spirit there that shadows her every move when she's in there...makes for an interesting part of her storyline development though.
Laz is not an arachnophobic per se, but you'd definitely get "BY THE RED SCALES OF ALEXSTRASZA!" out of her if a pet one happened to wake her up by dangling in front of her all grinning like XD She'd probably be entangled in the curtains ROFL
Off-topic for a brief moment
Had a lovely "omglol" defining moment from another level 80 hunter yesterday evening (yes, Kas dinged two nights ago *waves flag*) who proceeded to try and scholar me on the fact I was gearing Kas "all wrong" when I made mention I was going to go and attempt to solo tame King Krush. Now, normally I don't laugh at other hunters who, sadly, fill the definition of "Huntard". Most of the time, I point out gently that gemming for strength/expertise is the quickest way to get ridiculed and advise them on visiting ElitistJerks for a better look at how to play their class (and the mind boggles how did they get to 80 with that gear/those gems in the first instance O_o...). But this guy made me /facepalm. Literally.
First off, I have Lazona, my alli 80 huntress, as a guide. Granted she's gemmed for Agility because up until recently (Krush/Loque) she was primarily a Survival Hunter. I wanted Kas to have a fair idea of what I could look forward to in later PuGs (having not a guild to essentially be carried from and having to go about things the hardest way - solo flight) and was in the Org bank setting gems and bars away when I was approached by this hunter with Gondria at his side. Now I'm a hunter who greets other hunters' pets, regardless of exoticness or normality, with a /pat. Like nearly all the hunters I do it to, this guy noticed.
I realised he was inspecting me at this point, and then he asked how long it had taken me to acquire my Loque'nahak. I explain on the night of my birthday, last Thursday, the beautiful fellow faded into view underneath me as I flew over. He then tells me Arcturis spawned for him in much the same way. I think cool, and then say the bear's not really my thing, and that I'd prefer the green scaly one named Krush.
Hoo boy. Next thing I know, I'm getting a lecture that I need "expertise gems" and lots of them.
I point out that I'm a Beast Mastery Hunter, not a Troll Warrior or Rogue, but it seems to not register with this guy. For the next few minutes I get "the talk" which involved him pointing out that he's in one of the best guilds (better guilds I admit he's probably correct, best is probably pushing it) and he pushes 3.8k dps fully geared...in Icecrown Citadel 25-man. Now, I haven't raided for a few weeks on Laz since I started Kas, but in our former guild, if you're not pushing over 6.5k dps, you're not going to be raiding ICC25. I inspect his gear and he is correct about being in ICC25, but every single gem is either Expertise or Strength. And the first thing that slipped out of me was "And they let you raid ICC25 for what reason? Hilarity?"
Freudian slip of my sarcastic tongue. Whoopsies...
He tells me I have no idea how to play a hunter and that he's "the authoritah" on them on Horde Saurfang. And if I'm going to be going after Krush, I should listen to him and watch and learn. Turns out Krush spawned last night and was pathing around when we turned up in the Basin completely unhindered and undisturbed. I make note of the time (11:45pm server) and sit back on Goldenshrike to watch the fun. This guy goes in with only 15k health, no pots, no extra stam food, nothing. Now, I've had a taste of attempting to tame Krush before - and I know the bastard hits like a truck, fears and generally makes you his bitch if you're not careful. Guy goes in, attacks Krush, does the BW trick...and gets pwned.
Tells me to wait there, goes back, tries again. Gets smashed again.
Third time lucky! he cries. Nope. Krush puts all 260 sharp molars into his backside and sent him packing.
Now a group of Alliance have turned up - two hunters, one priest, a druid and a pally - of whom I know all of them (pally from Fortnoxx, Druid was in Laz's new guild, priest and both hunters I've grouped with before). Huntard Extraordinairre gets feared into the wasps. Dies again. Much LOL was had by the Alliance I'm sure. In they go, and I watch a successful group tame of Krush transpire. I /cheer at them and then can't help myself to said Hunter Genius: "Dude, thanks for the laughs. Your so-called 'expertise' has earned you ridicule from me, from these Alliance guys, and probably from your guild too."
I quit party, expecting that to be the end of it and landed to bring out Stjärnfall. Next thing I know, I get challenged for a duel...and the guy has decided to flag pvp...with the Alliance group and newly-tamed Krush behind him. I was then reminded of an LOLCat quote as this group proceeded to gain a free kill and another laugh: "Am sorry. Can't CURE stoopid..."
Now I simply ask is it wrong I laughed at the guy the entire time of his one-sided pvp fiasco? *snrk*
I swear Paladins gained a inch in being jerks after retries got the top place for a moment.
Just had a LOLWTF-moment reading that! Even if I am a novice in gemming I'd never put strength on a hunter. My belf hunter on Bloodhoof being my first real hunter, I've been only on look out for agi, taking stamina (for surviving when I have my bad days), hit rating. I'm always open for improvement.
This guy would put strength on a mage and think they could melee...You had every god-damned-right to laugh even I would have and I'm not a pro hunter.
That guy just placed huntard back in huntard in a major way while being in raiding gear, just goes to prove you that even raiders can be the dumbells.
I imagine the taiming failing process as a fly trying to get throught a closed window. They just go to get MORE!
I imagined those Alliance friends of yours with scary faces, with forks and knifes in their hands ready to eat.
Reminds me of when my cousin started playing. I downloaded the trial for him, and told him to call me when he had gotten a character to level 17. So, two days later he calls, I invite him to a group, hes a priest, so I find some guys to dps and we're off to DM. Me and one of the dps start running to begins summing. We summon him, someone tells him "nice sword". I look at his sword, and I see that it glows. I later found out that it was Fiery Weapon. Anyhow, we run in, and we get to the actual instance. I run in, and pull two elites and some non-elites. Suddenly I spot my cousin next to me, meleeing!
Recount later told me that he had healed a grand total of 200hp.
