Dear Nala,
Yeah so I've been in sabatical. After Ranz and Ari ran away together, the guild runs just stopped. Oh yeah, they say they're best of friends, like brothers. But then again...they're always together, doing the same quests, fighting the same mobs, retiring in the same lodge, in the same room...I just can't help thinking there's something more. Hey, I don't know anything about male bonding and shit...but, I'm just saying.... Last I heard, they were closing some stupid Rifts on a different plane of existence.
So after the runs stopped, I went and visited my cousin Yncantada. Poor girl, she met this guy, and fell in love...but then one night of passion, he fucking bit her!! And now Ync's a worgen!! And where's the bastard that bit her? Oooohhh... he ran away... I could kill the beast. Damn, if that happened to me, maybe I'll go feral and rip everyone's head off. Talking about being a Bitch.
But I'm pretty surprised she's actually cool with it. She's studying mage stuff and getting really good at it. I think she's trying to channel all that energy. I don't know, like when I was helping her hunt, she was all focused and intense, she's really something awesome now. Her eyes just gets so piercing and every move is calculated. Oh, and I love her pet. She can summon a water elemental. Awesome for washing your hands and face, washing the blood and gore off. And, perfect for when you want a nice cool tankard of ale. Just stick it in the things belly for a few seconds, ahhh..refreshing cool ale. Ync doesn't drink so she's always the DD. My heart goes out to her. Because when she's not aware that I am looking at her, I can see the sadness in her eyes. I think she's lonely. Hmm.. Ya know, I could pair her up with Lockedout! He's a worgen warlock in the guild. Ha! Puts a different spin on doggy style...LOL, i just had to go there...
HEY STORMWIND!! I'M BACK!!!!
Mavrapia the Freaking Awesome Pally
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Hey Macarena!
Dear Nala,
I went to Darnassus by myself that night. Cat-woman was no where to be found. Maybe shacking up with that healer lover of hers. She denies to death (knight) they're lovers, claims that that they're just "friends". Sure, friends with benefits. Oh what do I know, I haven't seen any lovins since I can't even remember! I still say, good for her...
Party in Darnassus was hot! These nelfs sure know how to dance and have fun. The pavillion in the middle of Darnassus was decked out something awesome! After a few potent mixtures of berry liquer in them fancy swirly nelf goblets, I was in the mood to groove.
My body just wanted to sway to the music. I wonder what was in that drink though? I felt too giddy and airy, brushing up against the other dancers gave me chills and made me giggle a lot. Then the gremlin DJ played a bad-ass beat music. I didn't care if I had no dancing partner. I rushed to the middle of the pavillion where all the shmexy nelfs and other races were bucking and grinding to the beat like they have ants all over them and trying to get rid of it by shaking their booties like crazy and rubbing up against their partners.
I was so in the zone, or I thought I was. The drink gave me courage to pull out my best macarena moves! Yeah baby, just watch this human. You've been served, Heeeey Macarena!
I don't know for how long I was dancing before I noticed that the music slowly faded then stopped. I turned my head to look around. OMG! The dance floor was empty. I fucking cleared the fucking dancefloor as if I had the fucking plague! I know i'm not a good dancer, but was I really that bad that I embarassed these pointy-eared bastards enough that they didn't want to be in the same dancefloor with me????
Head held high, chin up, I tried as elegant as I can to walk away and not run away and cry like a little girl. Pally's don't cry. They fight mean dragons and shit and stuff. They're the holy warriors of the gods.
When I was at the egde of the glade, close to the portal that would bring me to the Rutheran port village, I turned around to the nelfs who were still watching me leave, gave them my sweetest smile and extended the middle finger of both hands out to them.
With a flourish and gracious bow, I turned my back to them and headed towards the portal. Was that laughter I heard? Who fucking cares.
Signed,
-Mavrapia The Pally-
I went to Darnassus by myself that night. Cat-woman was no where to be found. Maybe shacking up with that healer lover of hers. She denies to death (knight) they're lovers, claims that that they're just "friends". Sure, friends with benefits. Oh what do I know, I haven't seen any lovins since I can't even remember! I still say, good for her...
Party in Darnassus was hot! These nelfs sure know how to dance and have fun. The pavillion in the middle of Darnassus was decked out something awesome! After a few potent mixtures of berry liquer in them fancy swirly nelf goblets, I was in the mood to groove.
My body just wanted to sway to the music. I wonder what was in that drink though? I felt too giddy and airy, brushing up against the other dancers gave me chills and made me giggle a lot. Then the gremlin DJ played a bad-ass beat music. I didn't care if I had no dancing partner. I rushed to the middle of the pavillion where all the shmexy nelfs and other races were bucking and grinding to the beat like they have ants all over them and trying to get rid of it by shaking their booties like crazy and rubbing up against their partners.
I was so in the zone, or I thought I was. The drink gave me courage to pull out my best macarena moves! Yeah baby, just watch this human. You've been served, Heeeey Macarena!
I don't know for how long I was dancing before I noticed that the music slowly faded then stopped. I turned my head to look around. OMG! The dance floor was empty. I fucking cleared the fucking dancefloor as if I had the fucking plague! I know i'm not a good dancer, but was I really that bad that I embarassed these pointy-eared bastards enough that they didn't want to be in the same dancefloor with me????
Head held high, chin up, I tried as elegant as I can to walk away and not run away and cry like a little girl. Pally's don't cry. They fight mean dragons and shit and stuff. They're the holy warriors of the gods.
When I was at the egde of the glade, close to the portal that would bring me to the Rutheran port village, I turned around to the nelfs who were still watching me leave, gave them my sweetest smile and extended the middle finger of both hands out to them.
With a flourish and gracious bow, I turned my back to them and headed towards the portal. Was that laughter I heard? Who fucking cares.
Signed,
-Mavrapia The Pally-
Monday, January 31, 2011
Party Dress
Dear Nala,
I bought myself a purdy dress! I look so purdy and ladylike. And it matches my sword too! I just wish there was a decent mani-pedi gremlim shop around Stormwind. It's not easy to scrub the dirt accumulated under my fingernails from mining and running those stanky dungeons, like Grim Batol. OMG, I can't entirely describe the stench down there.! Talk about dragon's breath mixed with trogg sweat and charred ass smell.
Anyhoo, I'm heading out shortly to Darnassus and party with the night elves for the Lunar Festival. Mmmmm...nelfs are totally hot. Call me a nelfivore, I don't care. They are my favorite dessert.
I should call my BFF Catiarina. Oh! I have a shmexy black dress for her too! A little on the skanky side, but shmexy nonetheless. She would look awesome in it with her glowy eyes and pale skin. Would she have shoes to go with though? Aaaahhh! Dilemas of being a woman..sigh*
I bought myself a purdy dress! I look so purdy and ladylike. And it matches my sword too! I just wish there was a decent mani-pedi gremlim shop around Stormwind. It's not easy to scrub the dirt accumulated under my fingernails from mining and running those stanky dungeons, like Grim Batol. OMG, I can't entirely describe the stench down there.! Talk about dragon's breath mixed with trogg sweat and charred ass smell.
Anyhoo, I'm heading out shortly to Darnassus and party with the night elves for the Lunar Festival. Mmmmm...nelfs are totally hot. Call me a nelfivore, I don't care. They are my favorite dessert.
I should call my BFF Catiarina. Oh! I have a shmexy black dress for her too! A little on the skanky side, but shmexy nonetheless. She would look awesome in it with her glowy eyes and pale skin. Would she have shoes to go with though? Aaaahhh! Dilemas of being a woman..sigh*
Signed,
-Mavrapia The Pally-
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Dummy In Training
Dear Nala,
After arguing with myself for a while, I decided to go visit Mr. Training Dummy, TD for short. So I started off with my Crusader Strike, then Judgement, when I got enough holy power, I turned on Zealotry, then Inquisition, then hit Templar's Verdict! Bam! My DPS was up to 5k!
Before long, I was breaking out a sweat. I felt gooooood! I started to be creative and tried to include some round-house jumps in there. Yeah baby!
I was feeling pretty good about myself. Then this nelf walks up behind me. He didn't even try to be covert at staring at me. Grr... I like it, rawr. I think I may have impressed him or something. Who wouldn't get turned on by a woman beating the shit out of some training dummy.
He gave me that sexy raised eyebrow look. "Hell yeah!", I was thinking to myself, "Ima gonna get me some lovins tonite". I turned to face him, placed my hands on my hip, while I leaned on my battle axe. I gave him my sexiest come-hither-to look. And out of nowhere, BAM! TD's stupid swinging sheild hits me on the back of my head!
Splat went my face on the grass.
Oowww...I thought I was far enough from the dummy.
Am back here in the hunter's lodge, nursing a behemoth knot in the back of my head, and nursing a behemoth tankard of dwarven ale...hic...
After arguing with myself for a while, I decided to go visit Mr. Training Dummy, TD for short. So I started off with my Crusader Strike, then Judgement, when I got enough holy power, I turned on Zealotry, then Inquisition, then hit Templar's Verdict! Bam! My DPS was up to 5k!
Before long, I was breaking out a sweat. I felt gooooood! I started to be creative and tried to include some round-house jumps in there. Yeah baby!
I was feeling pretty good about myself. Then this nelf walks up behind me. He didn't even try to be covert at staring at me. Grr... I like it, rawr. I think I may have impressed him or something. Who wouldn't get turned on by a woman beating the shit out of some training dummy.
He gave me that sexy raised eyebrow look. "Hell yeah!", I was thinking to myself, "Ima gonna get me some lovins tonite". I turned to face him, placed my hands on my hip, while I leaned on my battle axe. I gave him my sexiest come-hither-to look. And out of nowhere, BAM! TD's stupid swinging sheild hits me on the back of my head!
Splat went my face on the grass.
Oowww...I thought I was far enough from the dummy.
Am back here in the hunter's lodge, nursing a behemoth knot in the back of my head, and nursing a behemoth tankard of dwarven ale...hic...
Signed,
-Mavrapia The Pally-
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Dear Nala
Dear Journal,
Can I call you Nala? Journala sounds too.. bleh. You just have to be female. I can't see myself vaging out to a male, unless they are gay, they might understand..hmm...
Anyway, I'm going to try to journal my adventures outside of raiding or dungeons. Since I suck at dungeons.
First up, I need to visit the training dummies and see how I can improve my rotation. My freaking axe is so big, I have trouble swinging it. LOL. That just sounded too funny; replace Axe with Ass.. hehehe
/Flex
Yeah, need to pump up this bitch.
Signed,
-Mavrapia The Pally
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