With the arrival of the Lunar Festival and the wonderful transportation magic, I've decided to forsake my training for a little while and do some traveling. I've seen some interesting places and met some interesting people. I met my first human. He smiled at and then proceeded to kill the other person on the boat. I ran and hid in fear.
I also met my first night elf. A very strong hunter who was standing around moonglade shooting any horde he could find. Fortunately, a priest strong enough to fight him showed up and gave me enough time to teleport out of there.
What a crazy world I live in. I may not be strong enough to travel much further.
I must say that the forsaken are generally not pleasant people! Even more so than the orcs and trolls and my own hunt obsessed people, they wanted me to kill and destroy and maim! It seemed to start so nicely too! Pick some herbs, pick some pumpkins, deliver a letter; then it got ugly! The Apothecary wanted the herbs to unleash a new plague, the other Apothecary took the pumpkins, laced them with something then told me to feed it to a captured human and even the guy I delivered the letter for attacked me when I returned for my reward!
I do not like it there! I'm hoping the Blood Elves will be more pleasant. I'm heading there now.
Moriori
((OOC:
I contemplated completing the laced pumpkin quest based on "not knowing" the outcome, but I figured even someone as naive to the ways of the world as my character would be able to figure out it wasn't going to be good.))
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Lament
I ran into an orc shaman in Thunder Bluff. Orcs may be small but they seem to be very strong. We talked briefly about my dilemma. He said he had a simple solution! I was eager to hear it. He told me that the orc shaman trainers were quite willing to train Tauren and they had different expectations.
I was excited at this news until he told me the next part: instead of killing Bristleback, they were required to kill felstalkers and take their hooves!
The idea of killing a poor creature then ripping its hooves off churned my stomach. The orc saw my reaction and then told me that I don't understand. Felstalkers are evil demonic creatures; some sort of demon dog. He said I shouldn't have any problem killing something evil.
I'd never seen anything like this so the Orc found a Warlock and had him show me the creature. Even the warlock agreed that they were evil creatures and that it was only by his powers that he was able to keep it in check. I tried to look into the creature's eyes, but soon found out it didn't have any. The Warlock explained that it could sense creatures with it's stalks, but didn't really need to, since he controlled its every action. Something about it chilled me to the bone, but still the more watched it the more I realized that I could never kill one and then chop it up to remove the hooves.
Saddened, I returned to Camp Narache to find my father there talking to Seer Ravenfeather. He was enraged that I'd been sitting on this task for days now. He personally escorted me out to the Bristleback encampment and told me in no uncertain terms to not return until I had completed Ravenfeather's task.
I spent the night watching the Bristleback shaman perform their strange rituals while brooding.
In the morning, I was awoken by the sound of clashing metal. I rubbed my groggy eyes and saw that a warrior was down in the camp killing the Bristlebacks, but he had taken on too many and was near death. I could not stand by and watch him die so I healed him, but instead of continuing to flee, he turned, stood his ground and killed the shaman that had been chasing him. He was about to kill more when I yelled out to him to stop.
I told him I'm a pacifist. I could not stand by and watch him die, but I would not help him slaughter the Bristleback. He was puzzled and asked me why I was out here then. The way he looked at me, made me think he thought I was betraying my people. I quickly explained my dilemma. He laughed at me, then searched the bodies of the shaman he killed. "Is this the salve you are looking for?" It was. I took it and bid him farewell.
I walked back to Camp Narache with great shame. I knew he was going to kill those shaman. I could have run away after healing him, but I didn't. I stayed. A part of was hoping he would do my dirty work for me. Their blood was on my hands. I would gain the protector, but at what cost?
By the time I got back to Camp Narache, I had resolved to NEVER let myself be compromised like that again. I could not justify killing by simply helping someone else do it.
Moriori
((OOC:
As those of you who play may have figured out already, yes, I orchestrated this - a little meta gaming never killed anyone, right? I have actually been agonizing about how to justify playing a shaman pacifist and still get the most important thing about being a shaman: totems, since all the totem quests involve killing something. The first justification was easy. Killing the corrupted elementals, is actually a cleansing of the elements that are out of balance in nature - although it will be difficult for the water totem since I am not training any offensive spells except lvl 1 earth shock for the interrupt and lvl 1 frost shock for the speed debuff. I am healing the elements by removing the sickness, much as you take antibiotics to kill the bad bacteria.
However, killing the Bristleback or Felstalkers was a whole 'nother ball game. If I justified killing the Felstalkers on the basis of them being evil, then being a pacifist would be no challenge, because there is an abundance of evil creatures in this game. Even if I limited it to only "demons". The Bristleback are sentient creatures and just outright killing them would be wrong.
So, being a long time Role Player, I spent a few days considering the options. Trying to eke out how my character would really feel about this. I decided this would be the point where his pacifism was put to the test and he comes to the epiphany that he must not just not kill things himself but he must not help others do the same or he would just be a hypocrite.
So, yes, I logged on for several days and waited until a non-healer was in the Bristleback encampment doing the kill quests. He probably didn't really need saving, but it worked for the situational role playing and he probably does think I'm a kook for doing the pacifist thing. :)
))
I was excited at this news until he told me the next part: instead of killing Bristleback, they were required to kill felstalkers and take their hooves!
The idea of killing a poor creature then ripping its hooves off churned my stomach. The orc saw my reaction and then told me that I don't understand. Felstalkers are evil demonic creatures; some sort of demon dog. He said I shouldn't have any problem killing something evil.
I'd never seen anything like this so the Orc found a Warlock and had him show me the creature. Even the warlock agreed that they were evil creatures and that it was only by his powers that he was able to keep it in check. I tried to look into the creature's eyes, but soon found out it didn't have any. The Warlock explained that it could sense creatures with it's stalks, but didn't really need to, since he controlled its every action. Something about it chilled me to the bone, but still the more watched it the more I realized that I could never kill one and then chop it up to remove the hooves.
Saddened, I returned to Camp Narache to find my father there talking to Seer Ravenfeather. He was enraged that I'd been sitting on this task for days now. He personally escorted me out to the Bristleback encampment and told me in no uncertain terms to not return until I had completed Ravenfeather's task.
I spent the night watching the Bristleback shaman perform their strange rituals while brooding.
In the morning, I was awoken by the sound of clashing metal. I rubbed my groggy eyes and saw that a warrior was down in the camp killing the Bristlebacks, but he had taken on too many and was near death. I could not stand by and watch him die so I healed him, but instead of continuing to flee, he turned, stood his ground and killed the shaman that had been chasing him. He was about to kill more when I yelled out to him to stop.
I told him I'm a pacifist. I could not stand by and watch him die, but I would not help him slaughter the Bristleback. He was puzzled and asked me why I was out here then. The way he looked at me, made me think he thought I was betraying my people. I quickly explained my dilemma. He laughed at me, then searched the bodies of the shaman he killed. "Is this the salve you are looking for?" It was. I took it and bid him farewell.
I walked back to Camp Narache with great shame. I knew he was going to kill those shaman. I could have run away after healing him, but I didn't. I stayed. A part of was hoping he would do my dirty work for me. Their blood was on my hands. I would gain the protector, but at what cost?
By the time I got back to Camp Narache, I had resolved to NEVER let myself be compromised like that again. I could not justify killing by simply helping someone else do it.
Moriori
((OOC:
As those of you who play may have figured out already, yes, I orchestrated this - a little meta gaming never killed anyone, right? I have actually been agonizing about how to justify playing a shaman pacifist and still get the most important thing about being a shaman: totems, since all the totem quests involve killing something. The first justification was easy. Killing the corrupted elementals, is actually a cleansing of the elements that are out of balance in nature - although it will be difficult for the water totem since I am not training any offensive spells except lvl 1 earth shock for the interrupt and lvl 1 frost shock for the speed debuff. I am healing the elements by removing the sickness, much as you take antibiotics to kill the bad bacteria.
However, killing the Bristleback or Felstalkers was a whole 'nother ball game. If I justified killing the Felstalkers on the basis of them being evil, then being a pacifist would be no challenge, because there is an abundance of evil creatures in this game. Even if I limited it to only "demons". The Bristleback are sentient creatures and just outright killing them would be wrong.
So, being a long time Role Player, I spent a few days considering the options. Trying to eke out how my character would really feel about this. I decided this would be the point where his pacifism was put to the test and he comes to the epiphany that he must not just not kill things himself but he must not help others do the same or he would just be a hypocrite.
So, yes, I logged on for several days and waited until a non-healer was in the Bristleback encampment doing the kill quests. He probably didn't really need saving, but it worked for the situational role playing and he probably does think I'm a kook for doing the pacifist thing. :)
))
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Frustration
I have been agonizing over getting my earth totem the last couple of days. I know that earth is the protector (my father says earth is our strength). I was so happy when Seer Ravenfeather said I as ready to start my training for totems. Totems are one of the defining traditions of a shaman. However, the first thing she told me I had to do was get the ritual salve from the bristleback near camp narache!
I spent many hours searching their crude tents hoping to find one unguarded. Alas, my efforts were in vain. The salve is so important to their shamans that they always keep it on them. And none of them would speak with me at all. Why do I have to kill to get the protector?
I am so frustrated at this point. I don't know what I am going to do.
Moriori
I spent many hours searching their crude tents hoping to find one unguarded. Alas, my efforts were in vain. The salve is so important to their shamans that they always keep it on them. And none of them would speak with me at all. Why do I have to kill to get the protector?
I am so frustrated at this point. I don't know what I am going to do.
Moriori
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