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Adenas · 22-12-2005, 04:24 PM

Adenas was a bit tipsy. He had been out with some friends, having discovered a social life away from the internet after moving into a new flat and suffering immense delays in the installation of a broadband internet conenction. Unfortunately during the prolonged lack of exposure to World of Warcraft Adenas had found that he had missed his friends and favourite Murlocs quite a lot. It was therefore with immense joy that Adenas came home after a night out to find that the broadband people had finally hooked him up. It was 1.30AM and he was tipsy and tired, but Adenas just had to play. His new 2Mb connection made short work of the latest patch download and he was soon ready to go.

"ADENAS!!!!!" cried Holynun as Adenas logged on for the first time in almost a month, materialising in the Southshore inn. "Er.. hi" replied Adenas, who had never met Holynun in his life. But if random people wanted to greet him whenever he logged on he wasn't about to say no. Perhaps his exploits were becoming so famous that people were treating him like some kind of Warcraft celebrity, he thought fondly. He would be like that Leroy fellow, just better at killing things, and have to travel around in secret in case hordes of fans found out where he was and mobbed him in their search for signed Murloc scales, official merchandise and requests for /hug and so on. Horde would bow before him rather than gank him mercilessly, Alliance would jump at the chance to group with the legendary Adenas and his trusty steed Murloceater. Adenas would be famous! The idea had a certain amount of appeal.

Unfortunately for Adenas' dreams of fame and fortune this wasn't to be the case; Holynun turned out to be one of Erys' alts. "Oh haven't you moved server?" he asked, disappointed that he wasn't quite the Leroy-like phenomenon he had imagined himself to be, but glad that Erys hadn't gone. "And what's all this Christmas stuff lying around?" he continued as for the first time he noticed that the dismal surroundings at Southshore where he'd last logged were rather festively decorated. Perhaps they even had mince pies, he hoped - the free apples they'd been giving out at Halloween helped a lot during difficult quests and Adenas never said no to free food.

Adenas was shocked to find that the long hours he'd spent WoW-less, or perhaps the beers he'd drunk that night, had really interfered with his WoW-playing skills. As he bumped into things trying to find the inn's exit, and accidentally dragged one or two weapons off his toolbars, Adenas wondered whether logging on to play had been such a good idea after all. The second shock came when Adenas met Fezarus again. The trigger-happy gnomish mage had climbed to the lofty heights of Level 60 in his absence, and now sported a staggering array of different ways to make things explode, freeze or freeze and explode. They met outside the icy gates of Ironforge and Fezarus challenged Adenas to a duel, which Adenas had to decline.

"Lets do Gnomeregan" suggested Adenas, after the two adventurers got bored of watching people duel in front of Ironforge. "Deadmines better" advised Fezarus, idly casting some kind of blizzardy spell at some nearby duellers. Deadmines meant Van Cleef, the Defias boss who inhabited an unusually-placed pirate ship deep in the Deadmines, and Adenas had held a grudge against him ever since he had effortlessly wiped parties that Adenas had been a part of several times in the past. His piratey followers had also been less than keen to die and leave a pet parrot on their corpse for Adenas to find, which for Adenas was a sore point. All of Adenas' friends had got one from previous Deadmines raids, and he had felt quite left out until he had discovered the "pirate supplies" shop in Booty Bay and purchased one himself. Unfortunately the novelty of a mute parrot flapping around beside him had soon worn off, and nowadays his feathered friend was kept shut in a bank vault. The cause of animal rights hadn't advanced far in Azeroth.

Fezarus set off down the hill and Adenas soon lost track of him in the swirling snows of Dun Morogh. "Where are you going?" asked Adenas of the empty air, and pointed up the path the way they'd come. "Deadmines is this way". "I'm already in Westfall" replied Fezarus. Adenas sighed and began the weary trudge back to the gates of Ironforge and the Deeprun Tram. Obviously some arcane portalling trickery was involved, he thought to himself. "You could have opened me a portal too" he grumbled.

Eventually the two adventurers met in Westfall and began their journey across the dusty plains. "Fezarus and Adenas Vs Van Cleef... bring it on" announced Fezarus to the guild channel, to complete silence. It wasn't exactly peak time for guild chat, thought Adenas, checking his watch.

The Defias guards around the entrance to the mine fell easily. Fezarus' strategy appeared to be the same as it always had been to tackle large groups of low level mobs. He would get a tank, usually Adenas, to run into as many mobs as possible and then run away, dragging the mobs with him. Then he'd freeze them all and perform some blasting spells that went "shooom" until they all fell down dead. It was scarily effective, and now that he was Level 60 Fezarus didn't even require a tank. The adventurers practically ran through the dungeon, enemies dropping like flies in their path. They were finding it was taking longer to loot the corpses for copper coins and equipment for alts than it was to kill the bad guys.

Soon, Fezarus and Adenas stood before the gangplank to the pirate ship's deck where the fearsome Van Cleef resided, guarded by two or more invisible bodyguards. On previous attempts to kill Van Cleef made as a young warrior, Adenas had mocked the concept of invisible bodyguards but had since had to revise his opinion of them after they had proved themselves quite a challenge. "Invisible bodyguards, like Cleef's invisible friends" he had chuckled in the past. Now he warily eyed the small dark hut where Cleef lurked and began his preparations for battle.

Fezarus didn't care. With a little whoop he charged at Van Cleef. The scene suddenly seemed to move in slow motion, as Adenas cried "nooooo" and Van Cleef shouted "who dares disturb me!?" in the style of the b-movie pirate he was. Despite the slow-motion actions however, the battle was short. Adenas stood by, dumbstruck as Fezarus froze and "shoomed" through Van Cleef and his invisible guards in a matter of seconds. The head pirate had just enough time to shout "fools!" before he keeled over. Fezarus danced a little jig.

The experience was strangely unfulfilling and it was getting late. "I'm gonna logg" Adenas told Fezarus, and the mage obligingly opened a portal to Ironforge. As he stepped through the swirling vortex into the cavernous halls of the Dwarven city, Adenas reflected that this was certainly the way to travel.

22-12-2005, 04:24 PM	#39
Adenas WorldofWar.Net Member Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: London Posts: 72	Not Enough Rage: The Deadmines Reloaded Adenas was a bit tipsy. He had been out with some friends, having discovered a social life away from the internet after moving into a new flat and suffering immense delays in the installation of a broadband internet conenction. Unfortunately during the prolonged lack of exposure to World of Warcraft Adenas had found that he had missed his friends and favourite Murlocs quite a lot. It was therefore with immense joy that Adenas came home after a night out to find that the broadband people had finally hooked him up. It was 1.30AM and he was tipsy and tired, but Adenas just had to play. His new 2Mb connection made short work of the latest patch download and he was soon ready to go. "ADENAS!!!!!" cried Holynun as Adenas logged on for the first time in almost a month, materialising in the Southshore inn. "Er.. hi" replied Adenas, who had never met Holynun in his life. But if random people wanted to greet him whenever he logged on he wasn't about to say no. Perhaps his exploits were becoming so famous that people were treating him like some kind of Warcraft celebrity, he thought fondly. He would be like that Leroy fellow, just better at killing things, and have to travel around in secret in case hordes of fans found out where he was and mobbed him in their search for signed Murloc scales, official merchandise and requests for /hug and so on. Horde would bow before him rather than gank him mercilessly, Alliance would jump at the chance to group with the legendary Adenas and his trusty steed Murloceater. Adenas would be famous! The idea had a certain amount of appeal. Unfortunately for Adenas' dreams of fame and fortune this wasn't to be the case; Holynun turned out to be one of Erys' alts. "Oh haven't you moved server?" he asked, disappointed that he wasn't quite the Leroy-like phenomenon he had imagined himself to be, but glad that Erys hadn't gone. "And what's all this Christmas stuff lying around?" he continued as for the first time he noticed that the dismal surroundings at Southshore where he'd last logged were rather festively decorated. Perhaps they even had mince pies, he hoped - the free apples they'd been giving out at Halloween helped a lot during difficult quests and Adenas never said no to free food. Adenas was shocked to find that the long hours he'd spent WoW-less, or perhaps the beers he'd drunk that night, had really interfered with his WoW-playing skills. As he bumped into things trying to find the inn's exit, and accidentally dragged one or two weapons off his toolbars, Adenas wondered whether logging on to play had been such a good idea after all. The second shock came when Adenas met Fezarus again. The trigger-happy gnomish mage had climbed to the lofty heights of Level 60 in his absence, and now sported a staggering array of different ways to make things explode, freeze or freeze and explode. They met outside the icy gates of Ironforge and Fezarus challenged Adenas to a duel, which Adenas had to decline. "Lets do Gnomeregan" suggested Adenas, after the two adventurers got bored of watching people duel in front of Ironforge. "Deadmines better" advised Fezarus, idly casting some kind of blizzardy spell at some nearby duellers. Deadmines meant Van Cleef, the Defias boss who inhabited an unusually-placed pirate ship deep in the Deadmines, and Adenas had held a grudge against him ever since he had effortlessly wiped parties that Adenas had been a part of several times in the past. His piratey followers had also been less than keen to die and leave a pet parrot on their corpse for Adenas to find, which for Adenas was a sore point. All of Adenas' friends had got one from previous Deadmines raids, and he had felt quite left out until he had discovered the "pirate supplies" shop in Booty Bay and purchased one himself. Unfortunately the novelty of a mute parrot flapping around beside him had soon worn off, and nowadays his feathered friend was kept shut in a bank vault. The cause of animal rights hadn't advanced far in Azeroth. Fezarus set off down the hill and Adenas soon lost track of him in the swirling snows of Dun Morogh. "Where are you going?" asked Adenas of the empty air, and pointed up the path the way they'd come. "Deadmines is this way". "I'm already in Westfall" replied Fezarus. Adenas sighed and began the weary trudge back to the gates of Ironforge and the Deeprun Tram. Obviously some arcane portalling trickery was involved, he thought to himself. "You could have opened me a portal too" he grumbled. Eventually the two adventurers met in Westfall and began their journey across the dusty plains. "Fezarus and Adenas Vs Van Cleef... bring it on" announced Fezarus to the guild channel, to complete silence. It wasn't exactly peak time for guild chat, thought Adenas, checking his watch. The Defias guards around the entrance to the mine fell easily. Fezarus' strategy appeared to be the same as it always had been to tackle large groups of low level mobs. He would get a tank, usually Adenas, to run into as many mobs as possible and then run away, dragging the mobs with him. Then he'd freeze them all and perform some blasting spells that went "shooom" until they all fell down dead. It was scarily effective, and now that he was Level 60 Fezarus didn't even require a tank. The adventurers practically ran through the dungeon, enemies dropping like flies in their path. They were finding it was taking longer to loot the corpses for copper coins and equipment for alts than it was to kill the bad guys. Soon, Fezarus and Adenas stood before the gangplank to the pirate ship's deck where the fearsome Van Cleef resided, guarded by two or more invisible bodyguards. On previous attempts to kill Van Cleef made as a young warrior, Adenas had mocked the concept of invisible bodyguards but had since had to revise his opinion of them after they had proved themselves quite a challenge. "Invisible bodyguards, like Cleef's invisible friends" he had chuckled in the past. Now he warily eyed the small dark hut where Cleef lurked and began his preparations for battle. Fezarus didn't care. With a little whoop he charged at Van Cleef. The scene suddenly seemed to move in slow motion, as Adenas cried "nooooo" and Van Cleef shouted "who dares disturb me!?" in the style of the b-movie pirate he was. Despite the slow-motion actions however, the battle was short. Adenas stood by, dumbstruck as Fezarus froze and "shoomed" through Van Cleef and his invisible guards in a matter of seconds. The head pirate had just enough time to shout "fools!" before he keeled over. Fezarus danced a little jig. The experience was strangely unfulfilling and it was getting late. "I'm gonna logg" Adenas told Fezarus, and the mage obligingly opened a portal to Ironforge. As he stepped through the swirling vortex into the cavernous halls of the Dwarven city, Adenas reflected that this was certainly the way to travel.