James and I booted up. We were supposed to wait until January. Then it was gonna be T-Day. But hell, we were talking about gaming and planning out some research and we just didn't want to wait any longer.
We loaded the discs and were getting kinda restless waiting for the patches to download. But we discussed characters and realms, races and classes while we waited. I really wanted to be a Tauren Shaman, but they're on the dark side of the game, and James was bent on joining the Alliance. Turns out he had a bud playing who was already a Level 60 something or other. So I agreed. James ended up being a dwarf; I went for the gnome, on the grounds that they are technology specialists. I imagined getting to the point where I could construct some useful, and therefore commercially valuable, offensive or defensive gadgetry. After much debate and consideration, I decided to be a female, and I decided to go with the warlock class. I'm a sucker for magic spells and charms and such. I wanted a suitable name and so Googled norse +names. Found a great page that even had them separated by gender. I kinda liked the sound of Hallgrima and went with that.
We logged in. James phoned his buddy, Luckbringer. We put him on speaker phone and he guided us in. He suggested we join him in the BlackHand realm, so we did. We stood there in what turned out to be a bit of an encampment in front of the big gates of IronSide. We stood waivering, vulnerable and clueless, until...
Luckbring rode up to us on a magnificent steed, though what creature this be I cannot yet say. Magnificent was its mane, and all many colored was the saddle and tack . We were but wee creatures it might have crushed underfoot. We stood but naught much higher than the fetlock of the beast. Luckbringer jumped down, and with much flourish proceeded to distribute many gifts to us. First was meade, which we drank till we was feeling not a bit of the damp cold around us. Then he brought forth gold. Five coins each we was given, and though it meant not much to his purse, for our Level 1 existence it was almost a king's ransom. Our last gift from this great warrior was a special backpack, which then gave us two backpacks each to fill with all manner of wonderous looted objects.
After some careful inspection of ourselves, Luckbringer set us off to fulfill a quest given by a strange fellow in the encampment, to bring him 16 hunks of wolfmeat. At last! We were eager to test our Lvl 1 might and weapons on the wandering wolves, rabbits, and trolls in the countryside. So off we did run, with Luckbringer guarding our backs and offering us much cleverness which we did then remember as our own.
In but a few minutes we had mastered targetting and attacking these creatures, and with some aid to each other, did accomplish the quest, for which we were handsomely rewarded with a new object and a level up.
But all this hunting left us hungry to taste some real meat of our own, and so we did log off and search our own environs for a bit of steak and meade.
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