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Tales from Azeroth: Angelic for the Devil (of Dun Morogh).
10 years ago
I just walked away with Music Roll: Angelic, without a scratch.
You see, I decided tonight was the night for some serious music hunting. So I scrolled down the list on WoWhead, bouncing from point to point with no plan and no efficiency, just like the good old days. When I got to "Angelic" on the list, I'd missed the 3am drop by an hour. Oh well, I'll try for 6am, I thought. It's Sunday, it's been out for awhile, and Staghelm is lazy and hates PvP.
So just before six, I made my way from Kalimdor, where I'd been rolling bosses all night, to STV. On the boat to Booty Bay, I took the precaution to glyph Camo. I did a quick fly over of the area, and didn't like what I saw. At least three in the air--one a druid, a handful scattered about the bleachers; and one nub on the floor. Still, I decided to take my chances. I dropped into a secluded corner of the outer rim, out of sight of the crowd, and hit camo. Then I made my way to the center of the arena floor, giving my potential competitors a wide birth. No need for them to know I was there any sooner than necessary. Stealth ticking down, I watched the goblin make his way to drop the chest.
As soon as it appeared, I got to looting it, all the time thinking, I'm gonna die! I"m gonna die! I'm gonna die! When no blows fall, I glance about. The folks in stands are shifting about tentatively, but not approaching. Of the death squad above, only the druid comes down, but won't put his feet on the ground, unwilling to engage. ...and I'm still looting, not quite able to believe I'm really going to get away with this.
Scroll is now in my inventory; it's too late for them. The druid hovers briefly and flies away, the other two still flap above. More shifting, but still no charge from the spectators. In the end, the only one willing to attempt to punish me for my insolence is the tiny nub who was standing on the floor; my pet promptly kills him before I can even register the plucky little gnome has attempted to hit me.
...and that's when I realize it's time to gogogo before anyone else decides they're feeling raw about it. I saddle up my glorious bird of fire and sparkles and make for Zul'Gurub where I have a date to punch a few trolls in the face anyway. I look back a few time for a pursuit that never comes.
Finally, I make the safety of the old raid. I gleefully learn my scroll, take a big sigh of relief, and thank my lucky stars for the peace loving hippie paradise that is Staghelm and its associated servers. Where even a bungling ol' duffer like me is either too intimidating or just too much trouble. I thank you all. *bows*
Moral: Sometimes the days is won, not by the brave, and not by the strong, but by the sneaky. ^.^
You see, I decided tonight was the night for some serious music hunting. So I scrolled down the list on WoWhead, bouncing from point to point with no plan and no efficiency, just like the good old days. When I got to "Angelic" on the list, I'd missed the 3am drop by an hour. Oh well, I'll try for 6am, I thought. It's Sunday, it's been out for awhile, and Staghelm is lazy and hates PvP.
So just before six, I made my way from Kalimdor, where I'd been rolling bosses all night, to STV. On the boat to Booty Bay, I took the precaution to glyph Camo. I did a quick fly over of the area, and didn't like what I saw. At least three in the air--one a druid, a handful scattered about the bleachers; and one nub on the floor. Still, I decided to take my chances. I dropped into a secluded corner of the outer rim, out of sight of the crowd, and hit camo. Then I made my way to the center of the arena floor, giving my potential competitors a wide birth. No need for them to know I was there any sooner than necessary. Stealth ticking down, I watched the goblin make his way to drop the chest.
As soon as it appeared, I got to looting it, all the time thinking, I'm gonna die! I"m gonna die! I'm gonna die! When no blows fall, I glance about. The folks in stands are shifting about tentatively, but not approaching. Of the death squad above, only the druid comes down, but won't put his feet on the ground, unwilling to engage. ...and I'm still looting, not quite able to believe I'm really going to get away with this.
Scroll is now in my inventory; it's too late for them. The druid hovers briefly and flies away, the other two still flap above. More shifting, but still no charge from the spectators. In the end, the only one willing to attempt to punish me for my insolence is the tiny nub who was standing on the floor; my pet promptly kills him before I can even register the plucky little gnome has attempted to hit me.
...and that's when I realize it's time to gogogo before anyone else decides they're feeling raw about it. I saddle up my glorious bird of fire and sparkles and make for Zul'Gurub where I have a date to punch a few trolls in the face anyway. I look back a few time for a pursuit that never comes.
Finally, I make the safety of the old raid. I gleefully learn my scroll, take a big sigh of relief, and thank my lucky stars for the peace loving hippie paradise that is Staghelm and its associated servers. Where even a bungling ol' duffer like me is either too intimidating or just too much trouble. I thank you all. *bows*
Moral: Sometimes the days is won, not by the brave, and not by the strong, but by the sneaky. ^.^
