Running Out of Things to Do

Running Out of Things to Do

Rakta finally got her gear, spells, and rotation straightened out. Mostly. Turns out she was missing a key quest and needed about a half hour of work crafting potions and learning more recipes before she finally won her Potion Master title.
Sista has taken to calling Rakta "Baby," now that she's at the bottom of the gear competition. Java ignored them both and completed her profession leveling. Mining and Herbalism are both at max level 700 now.

Keya waits. Four more days. Her spot in the family tree is now visible on the character list. It's greyed out, but it's there - Demon Hunter, it reads.

For two days running, Blizzard has scrambled my login. I get this error message: "Looks like there's a problem with your game." It then begins a scan which took about twenty minutes. The good news is that both times it cleared up whatever was wrong and I can login. I hope this is just part of the process of getting Legion ready and not a problem on my end.

Auction House Update: The maker of Auctioneer is actively working on getting the addon ready for Legion. The developers want to fix it once, not multiple times, so I suspect they'll wait until they have all the information they need (and stable Blizz coding) before deploying a product. In a strange way, not having Auctioneer is a blessing. An astounding number of folks can't navigate the simple math required to compare prices. Take embersilk cloth, for example. A stack of 20 cloth is posted for 24 gold, which breaks down to just a little over 1 gold per piece. Scroll down a bit and Chaitee finds stacks of 20 cloth with sell prices of 199 gold. That's 10 gold apiece, if one bothers to do the math. Some don't, and Chaitee sells a few every day. Chaitee also commissioned five high end steelforged gear for sale. That was a risk, given the investment it takes to craft them and the fact they'll be useless once Legion launches. Still, Chaitee has sold four of the five, all at prices over 10k each.

Guild Alert! Rakta is gone, slipping out during the night and failing to come to a guild meeting in the morning. Calls to her garrison went unanswered. Rakta's Garrison guards refused entrance, warning that any attemtpt to force entry would be met with equal vigor. Flyovers, staying carefully out of ranged weapons, were able to determine that the barracks appeared empty.

"Nobody is going to call me "Baby," Rakta rumbled to herself. She adjusted the straps on her armor. "Too many jelly donuts." The heavy gear still chaffed, but then, just about everything pinched, squeezed, pricked or gouged her when she moved. Her bodyguard, Delvar Ironfist, let her be, standing at her left side and keeping watch.

Rakta sighed. She wasn't happy with her spell rotation, and the practice dummy wasn't much help. She knew how out of practice she was. She just refused to admit it to her sister, or to Tiphaine. Just have to work it out herself. The Lion's Den was still where she left it and the tasks at hand were waiting for her as well. Might as well get to it.

The old grind came back, but slowly, and she took too much punishment, her bodyguard unable to fend off the many attackers. Panting with exertion, see needed breaks to regain health and take a breath. She got no breaks from her gear drops, but she didn't feel like she deserved them anyway. Five baleful pieces came her way (but three of them were the same belt, sigh), and she bought a fourth from her haul of apexis crystals. Already in trouble for skipping off to the Tanaan Jungle without permission, she returned with very little to show for her efforts.

Still, Rakta had a foolish grin on her face when Tiphaine confronted her. "What shall I do with you?" She asked, shifting her two-hander back and forth between her hands.

Rakta's grin widened. "Tell Java she's now the Baby."

Rakta began her run with i644 gear - and finished at i649. Java's gear is only i646. "Tag, Java, you're it, Baby!"