Lufitoom lights a candle in her room at the Southshore Inn.  Slowly taking off her battle gear, she barely winces at the residual pain left from her recent days in battle.  She sits at the foot of her bed, and dips a cotton cloth into the steaming water of the vessel basin.  She smiles a bit as she washes the dirt of the battlefield off of her body.  A bigger grin escapes her as she sees the red tint of the cloth and realizes the soil coating her exposed flesh has grown sticky with the blood of the Horde she has slain.  As quickly as the grin appeared, it disappears and her face becomes neutral.  The only thing that betrays her sadness is the look in her eyes as she concentrates on bathing.

When done, she carries the darkened water and bloodied cloth to the door of her room.  She cracks the door and slides it out knowing that Innkeeper Anderson will send someone up for it shortly. After quietly closing the door, she walks to her bags and opens one after another looking for something.  When she finally sees the whethered leather journal, she stops and runs her long slender fingers over the cover and spine.  As she sits down at her desk, she pulls a golden key out of her long braid and opens the lock on the journal.

Grabbing the quill pen made from a Hawkstrider feather, she dips it quickly in ink and begins to write.

I have distanced myself from you, my old reliable friend, because everytime I open you I am reminded your future pages will most likely be as full of war and death as the ones from the past.  Sadly, that is not the reason I fear you, confidant, it is the fact that I have realized that I am beginning to hope, and prey, that this is the case.  I have not only become accustomed to battle, I crave it.  Even the times that I enjoy a drink or two with my allies to celebrate a victory for my beloved Alliance, I will end up dualing until my head is spinning and my body aches.

It has been a day now since the news of Savageton reached us.  The death of another fighting for the Alliance is never an easy thing to accept, but this was a comrade, a hunter who was kind to his pets and friends and fatal to his foes.

For many seasons, as you know, I was alone.  Until I met a brave paladin in the midst of a raging battle in Hillsbrad, I did not know that this group, calling themselves <No Mercy Mafia>, bearing a regal crimson and gold tabard existed.  I was wary of becoming part of a group or answering to anyone. Now, I realize this is as close to a family as I have had since the tragedies of long ago.

The news of Savageton’s death was broken to us by Tinkeybelel in the most delicate way.  Her little voice was filled with sadness as she spoke the words.  The room then filled with the gasps of disbelief and then the cries to battle.  The room hushed again with the sound of a shaman’s totems being the only sound.  Reminded me of a heartbeat, of a heart breaking.

Janalina walked in and conjured up some streudel so that we could nourish our own worn bodies as we continued to listen to Tinkey speak.

She spoke with reverence of Savageton and passion for the Alliance.  Her little pigtails bouncing with every squeaky little word she spoke and then she announced that we would all be gathering in Stormwind at the Cathedral. I will not write here the date or time of the event, although I trust my thoughts with you my friend, I just cannot guarantee my survival from moment to moment and in the wrong hands, the specifics could cause a catastrophe.  That being said, we were told that although it would be held in a holy place, we are to wear our strongest battle gear to the memorial in case those pathetic Horde attempt to ruin the day.  Tinkey went on to say that we will then travel to Shattrath and continue remembering our fallen member.  After that, she got a bit of a twinkle in her gnome eyes and said “Then, we will ride together in battle in the name of Savageton and for the Alliance!”  We erupted into cheers but the numbness of the shock still was there.  Just masked in the lust for the blood of the Horde.

Dear journal, I feel a love for this family.  It makes me uneasy due to what happened to my family… and Ian… so long ago.

Lufitoom stops writing.  There is a slight tremble in her hand after writing his name.  Gently, she closes the journal and knows that she cannot write any more because seeing his name in her own script was too much to bear on a night like this.

She licks her lips, leans in toward the candle and blows out the flame.  She bows her head and whispers quietly to herself, the only words audible are Savageton, Ian and Elune.  She opens her eyes and walks to the window and opens it.  The still night air is only disturbed by the sounds of the horses.  There are no sounds of battle for once and Lufitoom turns away from the moonlit window and gently slides into bed.  She gently touches the scar behind her right ear as one tear drops to her pillow.

She closes her eyes and silently prays for a dreamless sleep.

The wind rushed under my wings as I floated through the chilling air high above the Storm Peaks. Clearing my head of the visions of battle, dove and glided over the cliffs and into the valleys. Sometimes, being the “bird me” as my mother always called it, separates me from the vicious reality of the blood and sadness that surrounds me. I was always drawn back to this place, to these frozen falls where I had seen that drake such a long time ago.

“Was it really that long ago?” I thought to myself as I hovered over some nasty harpies, screeching in the night. Time seemed to be warped for me, since my training became complete. It seemed like yesterday, it seemed like an eternity since I saw that Time-Lost Proto-Drake.

I remembered that day well. I was carrying out some tasks for the Sons of Hodir while strengthening my new found cold weather flying abilitys. My wings were still stiff after many seasons of being able to brave the new cold air here in Northrend. As I flew near the Engine of the Maker, I saw a beautiful Proto-Drake flying slowly in the distance. The wind seemed to whisper the words “Time-Lost” as I had heard bits and pieces about this fabulous beast. Being naive yet, and over confident, I had not listened to the stories of the others. I completed my tasks for the Sons, and as I returned to the little waystation of K3 which was still a bustling outpost at that time, I bragged about what I had seen.

“Did ya kill it?” growled a Dwarf who was sitting on the ground while his bear tore into some fresh meat.
“No…” I started to stammer as I noticed more and more interested parties gathering around me.

After a moment of silence I was attacked by a chorus of questions, and I heard laughter starting to spread through the crowd.

A seemingly snotty Human shadow priest pushed her way through to me and looked up into my eyes and said “You silly Druid, that Proto-Drake was THE Time-Lost Proto-Drake. He travels through this land so very rarely and if you can conquer him, you can ride him and make him yours.” She tossed her long locks over her shoulder, rolled her eyes and walked away.

I was stunned. It was that day that I had vowed to make that drake mine.

All these seasons later, with countless trips and battles under my belt, I had still not had a glimpse of the drake. It was as though he was taunting me from afar, I could almost here the echoes of his breath bouncing off these frozen walls.

Then it happened. An angry rogue hollering out “So, did someone else get something nice just then?”

I didn’t have to ask. My druid senses were on high alert and told me to fly south. I quickly turned and flew as fast as I could, my wings burning despite the frigid temperatures. There he was! My heart started to speed up, even more than it does when I am in battle. He was flying away from the cliffs and I was prepared to use the parachute that my profession in engineering had taught me when I realized that I had not brought it with me. My heart sank and I became angered.

“You will NOT escape from me again drake!” I yelled into the night sky.

Out of despiration, I flew directly into the drake and he attacked with a fury that I had not expected. I had angered him enough that he chased me as I flew to a small outcropping of ice on the frozen falls. I landed there, turning into my Moonkin form that I have trained in for battle. One Moonfire, an Insect Swarm! The battle raged and I was stunned for a moment by a violent swipe from the drake. I could feel myself trembling now. I cast my Starfall that has been victorious in many a battle for me. The drake was slowing, looking defeated.

Then it happened. He fell to the ledge and I now controlled this drake, THE Time-Lost Proto-Drake. I affixed my saddle to him, and after standing there for a while, getting the congratulations of many of my comrades, I flew off into the night and back to Dalaran to bask in the glory of victory. I am not a modest Night Elf.

I still love to stretch my wings of course. It is part of being a Druid. Now, I have my drake to carry me when the night has been too long and the fight has been too rough.

Many of those who I meet have asked me to describe the events, so I commissioned a talented artist in Dalaran to paint me and my drake.

Tamed and Ready for Lufitoom's Orders!

I have been gaming almost as far back as I can remember.  The first game was Pong.  I spend hours on that and I wish that my parents had kept it.  It was basic, and uncomplicated, but it was the first thing that I remember playing.

Then it happened.  We had gone on a trip to my great aunt and uncle’s home in western New York.  There, I was introduced to Atari.  I remember the sounds.  Those glorious sounds and how I couldn’t wait to wake up each morning and play.  The joystick with its orange button seemed to call to me.  I was almost devastated when we went home but come Christmas morning…

I played and played.  First it was Combat, then I fell in love with what is still one of my favorite games ever… Adventure!  Who would have thought that finding treasure and slaying dragons would still be a big part of my life many, many years later.

Thanks to my mom and dad who started me out young, and to this day… I still slay dragons and pwn faces.

I’m a Boomkin.  Feathery, moonfire-y, starfall-y and squawking.  In a pinch, I’ll go ahead and turn tree for friends or guild.  For WPvP events and arena.  Only if the situation cannot be avoided.

Last night, on the 5s team that I agreed to be BOOMKIN for, they wanted me to go resto.  My response was, “I’d rather not.”

It has gotten to the point in the expansion that I am not overly worried about ratings and I am playing now to have fun.  Being resto in arena feels like work.  I don’t enjoy it.

When I expressed my displeasure (although I did say I would, for that night only, but please don’t expect it to happen all the time) the full Wrathful shadow priest said: “You do realize you rolled a druid, don’t you sweetie?”

No, I’m not offended by being called sweetie but the condescending tone was sickening.

I replied, “Yes, and I am a BALANCE DRUID.”

He sighed and made remarks about how druids are there to heal.  This all coming from a SHADOW PRIEST.

So I said, “Ok, if since that is your rationalization, why don’t you go ahead and go HOLY or DISC and heal?”

The answer?  ”I am only a SHADOW PRIEST and we are so op nobody would dare ask us to dual spec.”

WHAT

WHAAAAT

Meh, the guy was really good and I’m glad he was there but ffs, respect the fact that I am a BOOMKIN.

I have been thinking of transferring off Scilla.  I was born on Scilla and I really adore many of the people there but I feel like I need a change.  The game has become somewhat stale to me.  It’s not the server, per se, but I think it is the style of play there.  I want something more.

I am not sure how to start a back story for Lufitoom but I do know the qualities she will have.  Very much like how I am on Scilla.  She is brave, bloodthirsty for Horde and brooding.  She has a sense of honor and loyalty to the Alliance.  She tends to be a loner, patrolling the skies and lands to rid them of the Horde scum, but when involved in a battle, she is very aware of the team and what is required of her.

My biggest problem with transferring would be the fact that I don’t know how to start.  How would my style of ganking and ridding the land of Horde be viewed by other RPers?  I know there are rules but being the way she is, would she always respect the rules or live on the fringe, feared and respected?

I do have some ideas for why she is this way, and I will go into more detail on that in the future.  Right now, I am just ready to click that transfer button.

So those of you RPers (on an RP-PvP server), what do you recommend?

That is the question.  I know, Lufitoom (formerly Mootiful) leaving Scilla would be a shock to many.  It’s not as if I haven’t done it before.  I spent one horrible month on Mal’Ganis and vowed never to leave again.  I was on Scilla when it was nearly dead.  Extremely low population and nothing really going on and I watched a huge influx of free transfers come in and take over.  Most of us native Scillians hung around and scoffed at the elitists and the new ninjas.  Eventually, the new transfers started to fit in, and those who didn’t left for other servers.

I love Scilla.  I love the people there.  I just feel like I need a fresh start.  Where not everyone knows my name.  I want to freely gank without having to check and see if it is a friend from my days on Horde.  I want people to attempt to gank me.  Right now, most people know me and won’t even try and that takes so much of the fun out of the game.

I was talking on Twitter about why I want to stay on a PvP server.  It’s simple.  I love the war that we are fighting.  I love the part of the game that draws you in and makes it more of an epic take of good and evil, friends and foes.  I just cannot understand how questing and moving around a land where you are supposed to be at war with another factions and then all you can do is wave and dance with them.  It takes so much away from the game.

I would be willing to try an RPPvP server but I am not sure if I could stay perfectly in character all the time.  I love the idea of it.  I am just afraid that my lore knowledge would be sub-par.  It’s an option.

For now, I am going to stay on Scilla and try to get the magic back.

Many of you used to follow me when I was Mootiful and a proud Tauren.  Things happened and I am now Lufitoom (Mootiful backwards for those of you who are a little slow on picking that up).  Let’s just say that I became a little disillusioned with some of the Horde side players on Scilla and my favorite warlock, Onegg, was interested in going ally so here I am.  I have to admit it was a bit of a culture shock and I am sure that I will make a post about the differences I see between Alliance and Horde, but as for now I am pleased.  I wanted to be sure to experience the Alliance from the inside before Cataclysm changes everything.

So I have started a guild.  PvP of course.  Not to say that we don’t occasionally slay a dragon or two, but most of us pride ourselves on excelling at the unscripted encounters.  I will be the first to admit that arena is a bit too scripted even for my tastes.  I enjoy battlegrounds and it is where I shine.  Whether I am boomkin or tree, I usually top the charts and I play correctly.  Sadly, it is one of the only places where I have a tendancy to nerd rage, but I love the strategy, the teamwork, the chaotic nature of the battleground.

I’m trying to build up the guild.  The only problem is that there is already a pretty decent PvP guild on Scilla called War Front.  I have done some premades with them and they seem to be good players and nice guys.  I have had success in all the premades and honestly, if I didn’t love my guild and the idea behind it, I would join them in a second.  The next problem is that there is a certain mage who dislikes me.  No, it has nothing to do with WoW.  I guess just as it is a sad fact in real life, some females are intimidated by other females.  It is sad because before all of this, I had a deep respect for her skills and even enjoyed her personality when she was playing her Horde warlock.  She has made it known that if anyone she knows invites me to their guild, or conversely joins mine, she will never speak to them and might even quit WoW in protest.  Even now, this makes me giggle.

I know that with my rl work schedule and recent promotion, my playing time will continue to be limited.  I just hope that my ability to blog and tweet a little more now will continue.