This is Hollydae.
Say hello Holly.
Holly is a project girl. She doesn’t have any huge baggage, or weird habits like eating herring while sitting in the freezer. Nope, she’s the Holiday Project.
I was doing the Hallow’s Eve quests on Jaramon and had a stroke of inspiration. “Let’s level a character on ONLY holiday quests!” Logistically, it is impossible to do this without gaining some exploration XP, so we are going to have to accept that.
Holly started out around the Blood Elf Starting zone, (her first death was the Headless Horseman’s pumpkin bomb.) Holly reached level 2 after completing the quests in Falconwing Square, and started the long trek to Light’s Hope Chapel. She was half way to the chapel when I realized that this could only be made more interesting by being permanently PvP flagged.
Holly finally made it to Light’s Hope Chapel just in time to ding 3 as she walked into the area. She snagged the candy and then was promptly killed by a wandering mob after getting the flight point. Holly’s next stop was a tour of Undercity, Brill, The Sepulcher, and finally Tarren Mill. At this point it was time for a rest, as being level 3 in a level 80 world is tough work.
So the established rules for Holly are:
- XP only from Holiday quests and exploration-
- PVP Flag on
- No funding or Twinking from my toons, however if someone wants to give her something, she will take it, dedicating the next leg of her journey to that individual.
- She does this for at minimum of one year (until at least next Hallow’s Eve)
Hopefully you will follow us on or weird and fearsome journey in search of the Azerothian Dream..
Say goodnight Holly.
Top 10 reasons Jaramon Missed posting on Friday:
10.) The cleaner starched his armor.
09.) He couldn’t find a decent map of Terokkar forest
08.) His ghoul ate his keyboard
06.) He was seeing the off off off broadway version of “A Streetcar Named Desire” in Zangarmarsh
05.) He couldnt figure out which screenshot was his sixth. (no really..)
04.) He ate that funny mushroom on the way into Blade’s Edge Mountains
03.) He had to drag Bruinir away from the nice lady’s Chopper with a chain and his horse.
02.) He opened his own Dragon removal service. (Look at the first three pictures…)
Finals week always bring a certain amount of real life in to focus. The toons tend to find hobbies or distractions while they sit idle. They typically stay at Raignar’s Tavern and Inn in the Dwarven Quarter of Stormwind.
Jaramon (all of them) has been learning to use Deathgrip in a novel way: to pull wine from the Tavern’s bar to his room on the second floor. He is getting more successful every day, averaging about a one in three ‘mis-pull event’ which leaves a shattered bottle somewhere next to a now wet and alcoholic door frame. Though Sunday afternoon he did decide to improve upon his first aid skill.
Amdusias went on walkabout, trying to find horn cozies for his imp. He hears someone in Goldshire will sell fur lined ones if he brings them three cats from Crazy Audrey.
Bruinir has been drinking and teaching Gustav the Bear to dance in a tutu. The local priest has been making quite a bit of coin off of Bruinir and his efforts to get the tutu on to Gustav. It seems that bears aren’t partial to pink taffeta or toe shoes. Of course once in them, the bear becomes possessive and feels that the clothes are his and really should not be taken away. This generally results in more drinking, cursing and gold for the priest when it is time to put the gear away.
On Sunday morning as he was gathering Gustav’s costume, Bruinir was thinking to himself that he might want to try to get the bear drunk before and after practice and when he is mollified by the liquor, it should be easier (and much less painful,) to remove the costume. He quickly broke out the hard liquor, since ale was not going to do the trick fast enough. He called Gustav into the Tavern’s great room and poured one of Rubiana’s large mixing bowls full of Dwarven Spirits.
The bear initially took a sniff and snorted, sending a mist of the booze into the air and scenting the room with it. Bruinir grabbed a small cup from a table and scooping a small amount from the bowl, sipped it and made the “mmmmmmmm” sound, hoping the bear would understand. Because the “mmmmmmmmm” sound is universal hunter and pet speak for “Tasty NomNom”. The bear feeling that this was safe, sat and upended the Bowl with relish. Bruinir waited for a moment for the bear to get tipsy and grabbed the tutu. Gustav growled and demanded more.
It was at this precise second that Jaramon determined some hair of the dog was vitally important to his immediate well being. Without thinking, he reached out with Deathgrip and snagged a bottle from the bar and pulled. He was a bit perplexed when the only thing to arrive was a pink tutu. There was an inhuman wail of pain from the Tavern section, which did nothing to improve his hangover, so he tried again. This time he got at least a broken bottle back, the neck and cork intact, but the remainder of the bottle missing. There was a roar from downstairs, probably Bruinir trying to teach his pet to dance again. Jarmaon reached out for a third bottle, and was overjoyed to see it arrive. Directly behind it was something much more distressing to the tune of a ton of angry bear.
Gustav had been about to allow Bruinir to put the tutu upon him when he was hit square between the eyes with a large bottle of wine wrapped in very thin taffeta. The bottle had stopped at the bear when it shattered, drenching the bear as well as his master who was looking rather shocked. The bear grunted and bit the hunter, who wailed out “It waren’t me yah git!” and went looking for the bandaged Rubiana kept behind the bar for Brawl Nights.
Bruinir was startled when before his eyes, a second bottle got snatched from the bar and sailed through the air toward the stairs. It stopped suddenly when it again hit Gustav in the face. Gustav roared and charged the bar. Bruinir decided that that was the moment to go look for the local priest and duck out through the kitchen. A third bottle sailed past Bruninir’s head and shot past Gustav, who promptly turned to chase it.
The bear charged up the stairs, waking Rubiana and her father, Raignar, who leapt out of his room waving his mace and threaening to smite anyone who didn’t “Quiaet doon this secunt!” He quickly dove back to his room as the bear charged past and peered down the hall to Jaramon’s room, only to see a jumble of claws, fur and pale flesh headed for the window. They crashed through the pane and onto the street. Once knocked each other unconscious, a small crowd had gathered to try to piece together the events. Rubianna and her father hit the street just as a single bottle of wine rolled to the edge of the window and with a delicate grace dropped into a rain barrel and bobbed there, waiting to be opened. Amdusias, returning from Goldshire just in time to see the crowd gather, plucked it out of the barrel for later.
That’s the news from Death Coil, where the Knights are dead, the Dwarves Beautiful and the Imps have Horn Cozies.
Jaramon continues to grind through the Outland, much like a millstone through wheat. He did pick up the Mysteries of the Marsh achievement, and finally got to level 65. (Now if he could only get that last bit of inscription done so that he could Grand Master it.) He is faced with a few quandaries, namely whether to skip Terokar Forest, since he is at Maximum level for it or to just grind through it. Decisions, Decisions. (For the record it drove me batty last time, and I could use a bit less of that, really.)
To aid in the selling of the insane amounts of crap that he picked up, he recently hired a secretary and man about town. Really, Amdusias the Warlock was the only person crazy enough to take the job after Bruinir the hunter gave it a pass. Plus they have a lot in common, being feared and generally misunderstood by the populace in general. For example Amdusias writes about the recent holiday:
Obviously, Amdusias neither understands nor wants to fall prey to the insanity in the city. He obviously wrote that to his employer, hoping for an invitation to take his leave of the city for the duration of the insanity. The people falling all over themselves to kiss and canoodle is disturbing to say the least. The only upshot is the delightful Wailing of the brokenhearted as they get their spirits crushed by an insensitive lover. Amdusias thinks there needs to be a holiday JUST for that.
Jaramon writes back:
Jaramon is not buying it. No way is he letting business slip because the warlock got squeamish. Besides, that might mean that he would have to go into the city and face all that slobbery blubbery lovey crap. Where is the killing and pillage holiday? Jaramon truly suspects that his old friend Bruinir has wandered into Ironforge and is currently slinging beer kisses at every female he can catch, (Not many, he has stumpy legs, even Aspect of the Cheetah can’t fix that,) and fallen prey to this terrible disease.
This is it! We made it to Shattrath City and we are finally done with our deliveries and the reindeer have been sent home via portal.
Greatfather Winter is currently enjoying a pint in the Inn and I am finally able to relax and have another pint myself.
This has been an exciting experience, but I am not sure that I would want to do this again without further preparation.
Greatfather Winter has just said his goodnights and hearthed back to Northrend, presumably to get a good rest and prepare for next year. I myself am exhausted and I think I will hearth bac– wait. Where is my Hearth stone?
Let me check my pack.. no.. not there. Waaaaitt.. That gobin in Booty Bay patted me on the back.. I thought he was awful close to me. That RAT!
I guess it comes to this..
/trade WTB Port to Dalaran
Until Next time, Happy Holidays.
Hello from Hellfire Peninsula! Our second to last stop on this Winter Veil Eve. The reindeer are holding but they will very likely be happy to relax come tomorrow!
We are stopping at Thrallmar and Honor Hold to drop off gifts for those that are posted out here for the Holiday. Greatfather Winter added these two stops to his route a little while back, when the Horde and Alliance came out here. The Draenei brought Winter Veil here from Azuremyst Isle and now it is getting quite a following.
The troops here are happy to have the gifts and treats as being far from home can take a toll on one’s morale. Plus it i helps pass the time as this place seems to have no real way to measure the passage of time beyond time pieces.
Greatfather Winter is making that Harrumphing sound again, so I should go and We look forward to seeing you on the last stop!
Our last official stop in Azeroth is here at Booty Bay for one final resupply, and then we are headed through the Dark Portal and to Outland.
Greatfather Winter says we are very far behind and that I shouldn’t get too comfortable with my pint of grog.
He is watering the reindeer and getting a pint himself while the Goblins load his sleigh for the final drive of Winter Veil.
The goblins have been extraordinarily helpful and I am not sure Greatfather Winter could do it without them.
Our time here is up, see you in Outland!
We took a few short detours but we are now in Stormwind, the Human home city.
All of the children are nestled down in bed, and the adults are heading there themselves. Tomorrow morning will be very excitingas they open presents from Greatfatehr Winter and their families and then visit with each other and feast to brighten the winter.
The humans are very reverent of this deep winter holiday because theyknow that the hardest parts of the year are coming. This year’s is especially hard with so many families divided by teh war in Northrend.
Grandfather Winter has been doting a little more on the Humans to keep their spirits up and their cheer going despite the hard times.
We are almost out of gifts so we will need to resupply soon. I will contact you then!
We made it! We are low on presents and we are getting new ones here since Greatfather Winter has a trade accord with the Gnomes and Dwarves of Ironforge.
The Dwarves have been celebrating all night and will continue to do so for another week, while the Gnomes are occasionally joining in, but they are also having engineering competitions which usually wind up with an unlucky Dwarf as the guinea pig and winding up with a singed beard or missing eyebrows. The Dwarves usually don’t hold a grudge and if they do it is usually lost after a pint or two of good cheer and singing.
Greatfather Winter mentioned that the Dwarves have been celebrating like this for as long as he can remember and that he hopes that it catches on in other cultures as well.
Well, the sleigh is loaded and we are off to our next stop! See you then!