The Antoran Wastes

The Antoran Wastes
and Sista Goes Off the Reservation

Remember the post where Keya said the enemy at Argus was no harder to kill than the Legion soldiers? And that she also said she might still come across stronger foes? Consider them found.

The Antoran Wastes is another area that must be established on Argus. Keya weighed into the first battle with the same certainty of victory that she's shown to every vanquished foe. Arriving there, her first task was to kill an elite gaurd. Keya engaged immediately. Ten seconds later she knew she was in trouble. Okay, she's been in tough fights before, she's even had to use her save me skills a time or two. Only this time it wasn't good enough. After she died she took stock. She decided she had been overconfident and careless.

Keya took a longer look around before engaging this time. There were the usual gaggle of enemy about, but on closer look she realized that most of them were elites. She singled one out that she could attack one on one. There would be no mistakes this time. A few minutes later it was over. Keya made no mistakes. Except that she still died. Keya felt something strange - a tinge of fear. She was stubborn. She changed tactics, tightened her spell casting, but it didn't matter. Four deaths - four trips to the graveyard. It's been a very long time since she's had to repair her armor. She couldn't kill them. This is going to take some thought.

Sista Goes Off the Reservation

Sista heard the rumors of the new cloth, lightweave cloth. She wanted to ask Keya about it, but Keya was locked away in her room with her own problems, primarily how to stay alive in the Antoran Wastes. Sista had heard rumors of bases on Argus, but that's all she knew.

So Sista sneaked off to see about this lightweave cloth on her own. Where cloth can be found, especially alien cloth, Sista was determined to get her hands on it. One lightweave cloth was running over 200 gold on the Auction House and Sista didn't have that kind of gold. She wasn't about to beg for some from Chaitee, either.

She started asking around, and it didn't take her long to learn enough to catch a portal to Stormwind. It was easy from there, with half the pier full of soldiers waiting their chance at glory. Sista isn't ready for Argus. She isn't ready for much of the Broken Shores, either to be honest. But Keya learned about it too late. Sista found the launching spot for Argus. And took it.

Consider that Keya's gear score is i895. Compare that to Sista's gear level of  i828, a difference of 67 item levels! Her "combat" skill goes no further than one shotting low level creatures to collect cloth. The noise level grew as others learned where Sista had gone. Tiphaine made a rare appearance. She listened to Keya's concern. It was a short conversation. "Her life, her choice. Maybe some good will come of it." Keya wasn't so sure. She never thought much of Sista, but after getting hosed herself down on Argus, Keya was afraid Sista wouldn't survive the first minute.

Much Later . . .

Sista is huddled in a small alcove on the surface of Argus, at an area called Krokuun. She is one of hundreds of soldiers battling demons and beasts. Her companion ally helps keep the worst of the killers at bay, but battles are long slogs with few others to help her. The riffraff she can fend off or kill, but the others are terrifying. She fights mostly at half strength, unable to get enough health from her rejuv and not enough time to cast longer heals. There is no quarter. The enemy is always banging away. Her current shelter has given her a chance to recover, but it won't last. Another surge is due at any moment.

At least I'm here, Sista murmured to herself. No one else in the family would dare even the Broken Shores, not with all but Rakta under Level 110, who hasn't been on a quest in months.  Java is Level 107, but all she does is farm flowers and bust rocks. Hell, Tiphaine is only Level 101, the bitch! Sista groused.

Time to go. More are coming. Sista shifts out of bear form and grabs her get out of hell card - She calls on her Dreamweaver, waits what seems like a forever five seconds, and then took the portal home. Clutched in her raw, bloody hands/paws are fourteen lightweave cloth.