Breaking the silence.

This is an inactive blog.
Any information cached here should be taken with a grain of salt, as it does not accurately reflect the current state of Warcraft.

Directly to the point: I quit WoW.
(I waxed poetic about this decision on my personal blog, if anyone’s interested.)

- Aesadonna

A small update.

Why hello, blogosphere! *crickets chirp* Between the dreaded Real Life World Boss breathing down my neck and readying Aesadonna to jump back into Killing Interweb Dargonz I have been rather busy, so I ended up sorely neglecting this little space of interwebz again.

Though, I finally finished the Best in Slot gear list for DW Frost DK’s because I love you all.*throws confetti* You can find that here, or under the sub-header Death Knight-y Things.

The 2h Frost list is next on my agenda and it will be available Soon™.

Feel free to let me know if I have made any errors and I will correct them as soon as possible. :-)

Here is a photo montage of some of the shenanigans that Aesa has been up to since I have posted last, since screen shots remain an obsession.  Read more of this post

Happy Winter’s Veil!

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Have a very merry Feast of Winter’s Veil, denizens of Azeroth!
May your loots be ever plentiful and your visits from the internet disconnect boss few.

As an added bonus, here are two screen shots from my guild’s winter party. Aesa brought booze – shenanigans ensured.

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Don’t be a dick.

Earlier this week after Beef’s PvP Paladin hit 90, we decided to hit up some battlegrounds. There was a bit of rust to shake off; he primarily plays his Mage in PvE situations and I haven’t PvP’d since Cataclysm myself. We played two randoms, Strand of the Ancients and Isle of Conquest, and decided after to hit up a third to hopefully obtain a win. It was indeed a win, but it came at a cost.

The third battleground was Twin Peaks, a battleground I am not all that fond of to begin with. Despite that, being the only Death Knight in the battleground, I threw up Path of Frost and ran toward the canal entrance of the Horde base. I had no issue running the flag back with a combination of Unholy Presence and Death’s Advance speeding me along. I even was able to dunk the flag when my team tackled the enemy flag carrier – score one for the girl who once had crippling anxiety toward flag running!

When the flags reset, I stuck around momentarily to harass the Horde who decided to come after our flag. Beef decides that we should find our flag carrier and escort them since they were alone. I agree and we set off toward their dot. When I get to the flag carrier, they decided to drop the flag, which startled me. I mash my mouse to recover it, switch presences, and take off running. At this point, the Horde did not have our flag, so I was racing against them to cap. This… made me nervous. When I got to their base, because of said nerves, I swung to the right toward the stairs before noticing my mistake. I am used to running in that direction because the only time I have the flag in TP is when I have to sit and evade the Horde, not when I need to dunk it immediately. To remedy my error, I hit Death’s Advance… but it was a few seconds too late. A Horde Shadow Priest grabbed the flag and took off, too quickly for the Druid who was accompanying me to catch.

This left me as an easy target and a group of about five Horde jump me in the middle of flag room, killing me almost immediately despite my minor reinforcements. This angers the Druid, who rants in Battleground chat about how terrible I am. I expected that to be the end of it; I screwed up, trust me, I know. But the Druid never relented. They spent the next 20 minutes following me around and insulting me. They also continued to make fun of me in Battleground chat, which was embarrassing. I was too ashamed to stick up for myself, I just let them continue ranting. Despite my self confidence being completely shattered, I kept playing to the best of my ability. I even managed to tango with their flag carrier, stopping the Horde from capping right before the clock ran out in our favour. Did any of that matter? Not to the Druid. My anxiety became so great that by the end of the match, I was trembling hard enough that it was difficult to grip my mouse.

Why do we tear each other apart, slicing at the throats of our brothers and sisters in arms with sharpened tongues instead of focusing on our common enemy? No one is perfect; even the best stumble and fall. This culture of hostility does nothing but hurt the people behind their pixelated avatar and makes them want to quit, rather than improve. Think twice before spewing vitriol in a PuG or Battleground, you never know what the real person behind the toon could be going through.

Transmog: Personal Set (4)

Shoulders: Drake Talon Pauldrons
Blackwing Lair – dropped by Flamegor/Ebonroc/Firemaw

Chest: Conqueror’s Breastplate
Outland level world drop

Gloves: Hyperion Gauntlets
Old World world drop

Belt: Conqueror’s Girdle
Outland level world drop

Legs: Hyperion Legplates
Old World world drop

Feet: Hyperion Greaves
Old World world drop

Weapon Pictured: Massacre Sword
Old World world drop

I have never really been a big fan of the “C5 Plate” pieces, but they do make a bold statement while accompanied by a big ass sword and vicious looking shoulders!

Casual is not a dirty word.

For the first time since I joined Undying Resolution over a year ago, I am no longer part of the core raiding team. Until mid-January, I am fulfilling a transient fill-in-the-gap-in-the-raiding-roster role. After that, I am officially one of the guild’s casual members.

I have been a denizen of Azeroth for the past seven years and always held the opinion that raiding is the pinnacle of the WoW experience. Almost six of those years were spent vying for shiny purples with very little consideration or care for the people who accompanied me. Guilds were expendable; only the gearing of myself and Beefbus meant something to me. It shames me to admit that until Cataclysm, I thought casual was a dirty word — one attributed to people who I thought had no business playing the game. *hangs head* Leaving behind a class I knew inside out was the best serving of WoW-flavoured humble pie: no player is greater or lesser than the other for choosing a different path and it was never my place to judge.

It is strange to think that each Wednesday and Thursday evening will be dedicated to academia rather than pwning internet dargons with the individuals I have come to know as friends. But, I have learned that the most important thing was never the replaceable gear, but the laughter shared and memories gained. [/cheesy]

Consider this post my official explanation of blog quietness as well! As someone whose raiding days are currently numbered, creating gear lists has not been of the utmost importance to me. Alas, I will shove that selfish attitude aside and get crackin’ after my final exams next week. :-)

And because no post of mine is complete without screen shots, here is three:

Beefbus bought me a Cinder Kitten! I named her after one of my heroes, Commander Shepard.
(My WoW BFF, Amowrath, was afflicted by Hurricane Sandy so there was no way that we were going to pass up this little cutie.)

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Derp Kn00b’s shiny new home.

Same ‘ol derpy Death Knight, shiny new abode!

Welcome to the new home of Derp Kn00b: The Misadventures of Aesadonna! After spending over a year on Blogger, I felt that it was time to move on and test the waters of another blog hosting website.

Bear with me while I blow off the cobwebs; all of the pages and sub-pages are currently up except for “Death Knight-y Things”. Death Knight-y Things, you ask? Why, that’s where I plan on housing BiS gear lists, a Kn00bie’s guide to Frost DPS, and an Aesadonna-style ramble on Glyphs! Anything I can think of that will be helpful to my fellow DPSKnights will go under that section, so be on the lookout.

Also, new to Derp Knoob is a mini-guide of tips on how to successfully infuse Shadow’s Edge with the powers of Unholy, Frost, and Blood so you can move on to creating Shadowmourne.

Ashes, to ashes,
Aesadonna.

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