“Two days? I missed her by two days?!” Jael’andra slammed her fist onto the workbench.
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Sputtervalve cringed as an enormous jar of bolts rocked back and forth before tipping onto the bench and spilling across the wood. “Listen, lady, you asked if she was through the Outpost and I told you. No reason to be tearing this place apart!” He whistled sharply and a handful of non-descript goblins tumbled into the workroom to clean up the hundreds of scattered bolts. Jael’andra, sufficiently humiliated by her childish behavior, joined them in their work.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… well, anyway. Did she say where she was going? Or even what direction she was heading? Anything?” She scooped a handful of clinking steel into the righted jar. “Really, even a direction would be helpful.”
“She headed south-ish, that’s all I know. Not the gabby type, is she? Don’t think she said a full sentence while she was here.” Sputtervalve shook his head. “Nope, not a clue, lady. Wish I could help, really.”
“No, no, that’s fine. South… ish. I guess that works.” She rose from her crouch and dropped the last of the bolts into the jar before shouldering her pack.
Sputtervalve cleared his throat noisily, holding out a flat palm. The elf sighed and dropped a gold piece into his outstretched hand, which was quickly secreted about his person. He flashed a very toothy smile as she turned to go.
“Wish I could help, lady!” Sputtervalve called as Jael’andra strode away from the Outpost.
Crossing the Northern Barrens was unlike anything Jael’andra had ever undertaken. Accustomed to the forests of Eversong, the tainted but still lush woods of the Ghostlands… even the vibrant plains of Nagrand during the campaign against her former king… Jael’andra was thankful she had thought to refill her extra water skins at the goblin outpost. The heat was stifling and being midday, her body was quickly reaching its boiling point.
Jael swung herself up onto a low-hanging branch of one of the few trees in sight and easily pulled herself higher into the tree. She secured her pack on the stout limb behind her and lay back, sipping at her water skin. The oppressive heat of the sun was diluted but not completely thwarted. She shook her head and stuffed the skin back into her bag. It was simply too hot to travel by day. She had little choice but to grab a bit of sleep while the sun baked the Barrens around her.
When she awoke, it was dusk.
She was immediately aware of movement beneath her.
Turning ever so slightly, she cast her keen elven eyes to the ground.
A cat. A very large one. An extremely dark male lion.
Cursing her luck, she considered her options. Outrunning him was unlikely, if not completely impossible. Distracting him, equally hopeless. She had little meat, all of it dried, and none of it appetizing to such a large carnivore. She was well and truly up a tree.
She was losing Melana’s trail with every passing moment. Something had to happen.
With a silent prayer, Jael’andra readjusted her position in the tree to begin her descent. The hulking male lifted his thick mane, his startling golden eyes meeting Jael’andra’s wary gaze. She gained her footing on the nearest branch and the lion rose, now quite intent on the top of the tree.
Jael’andra began whispering quietly calming words in Thalassian as she began the slow, deliberate climb to the ground. The lion was curious, yes, but not appearing to coiling to spring the moment she was within reach.
After an eternity of about ten minutes, Jael’s feet touched the dry grass. The lion stuck his head around the tree to keep her in sight.
“You’re alone,” she whispered in Thalassian, examining the huge black lion before her. He dipped his head slightly. She took a half-step towards the cat. He didn’t move. “Where is your pride, hmm?” she murmured, stepping a touch closer. The lion stood his ground but didn’t fall back into a defensive crouch. So far, so good, she thought. “I’m alone, too. It seems we have much in common.” She lifted a calming hand towards the cat, who cocked his head slightly. He took a step forward and Jael tensed for the attack, cursing herself for taking this risk.
Her fear melted away as the cat nuzzled against her hand, closing his shining eyes. She sighed in relief and ruffled his mane slightly.
“I guess we’re not alone now, are we?”
The gnoll sat hunched on the fallen log, huddled against the ghostly, eternal twilight that hung over the Ghostlands like a shroud. He (or she, it was rather difficult to discern the genders of gnolls) poked the dying fire with a stout stick, stirring what remained of the precious embers.
Twelve bright green eyes studied the grotesque form hunched a dozen or so yards away. Five very sharp arrows pointed at the gnoll, two of them quivering softly. At a barely audible command, the arrows whispered free of their respective bows, three finding their mark.
The unfortunate gnoll, taken unawares, rolled off the log and onto the soft undergrowth of the woods.
An elven woman rose silently from the brush from which the arrows had come.
“Well done, Jai’talor, Kalendra, and Rilanon,” she hissed as the named elves beamed up at their tutor. The other two hung their heads as Jael’andra’s gaze fell to them. “Cel’andras and Malaquin, we will discuss your costly miss when we return to the city.” She shouldered her quiver, watching the clearing. “Gather your weapons, our three successful students will be making our next…”
Silence. She held up a slender hand and the students at her feet immediately froze. A sound, not far off and clearly attempting to conceal itself. Jael’andra dropped to a crouch and nocked her bow in the same motion, shaking her head almost imperceptibly at her students.
In an instant, the huntress was gone, silently stalking the source of the sound through the damp underbrush. She paused to listen for the soft crunching of leaves, her long ears twitching. There! She twisted around and caught a glimpse of movement. Inhaling the scent of her prey, she crept closer.
The height of the intruder coupled with the scent of sweet mana berries gave Jael pause. She peered through the leaves and cringed. She rose from the bushes and pressed the tip of her arrow against the elf’s neck.
“It’s not safe to be out in the middle of live exercises, Zenarra,” she growled as the startled elf froze. “We’re not out here shooting straw targets, you know.” She lowered the arrow and held a finger to her lips as the quaking elf spun around.
“I didn’t want to come out here!” the newcomer groaned miserably. “I know I shouldn’t be here, Jael, but Zandine has summoned you back to the city. She didn’t explain much but it must be important if she would send me all the way out here!”
Jael’andra dropped her arrow and cast a look back over her shoulder. “There are still many gnolls in the area, Zenarra. Come. I will gather the novices and we will return to the city at once.” She pointed at the girl’s city shoes. “And do try to be quiet. These ones aren’t yet ready to take on an entire pack of these slobbering beasts.”
A short time later, the trainer and her students mounted their hawkstriders at Tranquillien’s stable. Cel’andras and Malaquin, thankful for Zanarra’s distraction, urged their birds to the back of the group and tried to sink below their classmates.
Jael’andra gave the group a preoccupied once-over before urging her strider up the path to Eversong at a brisk pace. Zenarra, caught off-guard at Jael’s sudden departure, flipped the reins to encourage her own mount to catch up.
“What could it be?” Jael’andra mused aloud, her sleek brown ponytail bouncing in time with her bird.
Zenarra shrugged, matching the hunter’s pace. “I don’t know, but like I said, it must be important. Something about a Kil’andra? Tiv’ondra? Melana? Something like that.” Zenarra was shocked into a fearful silence as the color drained from the hunter’s face.
“Melana?” she asked quietly. “Do you really think she said that?” Zenarra frowned, shaking her head in confusion. “I mean it, Zen! Is that what she said?!” The younger elf drew back in surprise.
“I… I don’t know, Jael’andra! Maybe? I’m sorry, she’s was so abrupt in her message about someone she thought she had found!” the girl replied quickly. “I don’t even know who she was talking about!”
Jael’andra sighed, giving the hawkstrider the reins.
Zandine tried to calm Jael’andra’s tirade.
“Jae, really!” she sputtered, using the extremely familiar form of her fellow trainer’s name. “We don’t know for sure! The information is spotty at best and completely made up at worst. It came from a goblin!”
The pacing huntress waved a hand at the teacup proffered by Zandine. “Trustworthy or not, I warned you that I would investigate any lead, Zan! Anything! If she is alive… or… or even if she isn’t, I will find her!”
Zandine sighed, sipping from the refused cup of tea. “She went through the Portal, Jae. How likely do you really think it is that she just popped back up on Kalimdor? Out of the blue, no warning, so long after Kael’thas was finally defeated?” She set the cup on a table and stepped closer to the nearly-distraught hunter. “You assumed her dead for this long. I knew we shouldn’t have sent her description out with our scouts! I knew any tiny inkling of her supposed whereabouts would get you all worked up!”
Jael’andra pushed away from her peer. “I warned you,” she said again, almost flatly, “that I would go if there was even a shred of a shadow of a chance. And this is it. This is the first we’ve heard in years. I’m leaving for the Barrens immediately.”
I know Tanwen typically gets top billing when talking about pixelfashion and with good reason: she is my ultimate collector and model of all things WoW. Her ‘closet’ is full of beautiful, rare, and difficult (and in some cases, now-impossible) to obtain items mixed with full tier sets and interesting staves.
I guess I’m stuck with my AQ mace and bottle of tears until DW gives up the staff!
ANYWAY. This wasn’t about Tanwen, I forgot. This is about my other Horde girls and their unique, uh, challenges when putting together their transmog sets. So click through for the sets and a question.
Oh dear. It has been a ridiculous amount of time since I posted here.
LET’S FIX THAT.
I’ve been kept away mostly by work, unfortunately. Things are a bit crazy (and will continue to be for a bit, sadly) but I’m doing my best to come back. Meanwhile, if you know of any other awesome fashion blogs besides the ones I link in the sidebar, please let me know so I can add them to the blogroll!
MoP beta invites started last night! As a long-time subscriber and also early adopter of the Annual Pass, I’m hoping for an invite fairly soon but who knows? I’m incredibly excited to get a look at the new gear and weapons and also just bask in the beauty of Pandaria in general.
Just so this isn’t a fashion-less post, I have something silly to share. Like Tyrael’s Charger, I knew from moment one that I would be completely unable to resist the siren song of the Spectral Wind Rider for Tanwen. Fortunately, I have a secondary, on-again-off-again account that I used for a zhevra mount (and crazy-fast leveling of a druid and my second ever priest). It lapsed sometime in 2011 and I assumed it would remain dead. BUT. Scroll of Resurrection just had to come along, didn’t it?
So I got to thinking… what am I missing? What class do I not have at level 85? Thus far, I have (get ready for this) four priests (belf, belf, human, and goblin), a paladin (belf), a mage (troll), a warlock (human), a druid (tauren), and two hunters (human and human). I have a shaman at 80 (troll) and one at 83 (spacegoat). I have a warrior at 73 (human) A DK at 76 (belf). And a rogue at… 27 (human). Wow. I could probably make a post about all of their “standard” outfits and… wait, I’m getting off track here. The warrior, shamans, and DK will easily make it to 85 if I put my mind to it. But a rogue… man, I am bad, bad, B-A-D, BAD at rogues. How I even got to 27, I’ll never know. I love the idea of a rogue, I really do. I enjoy the thought of playing one. But in practice… ehhhhhhh. I died a lot, honestly, because there are so many buttons I don’t understand.
I chatted with one of my regular heroic/LFR buddies about what class I should pick. He chose his paladin for some reason and sent the Scroll to his other account. I continued to ponder. Finally, I decided to just go for it and pick a rogue. I knew it was the only way I would level one.
And so, without further ado(I say that a lot, don’t I?), I present… Tamirra/Allessity.
Some people may be shocked to find out I wasn’t always so priest-obsessed. Once, I was a troll mage, Fireballing my way through Kara, TK, and SSC. But much like Tanwen started out as a joke (“Me? Heal? HA!”), I wanted to check out the blood elf starting area with the husband. I couldn’t roll a mage, I already had one! What to play, what to play.
And so, Auryon was born.
A blood elf hunter (because my very very very first character was a night elf hunter that lasted all of 10 levels before I defected to the Horde) with cat pet after cat pet after cat pet. After leaving the starting area, I decided that I might as well level her! Soon, she became my PvP character of choice in the golden age of BC’s “Steady Shot macro spam for top DPS” philosophy.
Sadly, she was cast aside in favor of Tanwen when my little ball of Holy Light was still in her infancy.
And that was that.
Er. Except it wasn’t.
WotLK came and went with Auryon hardly getting a second glance. In fact, I think my husband must have felt bad for my poor hunter, because he took up leveling her from 70 to 73 or so. But he had his own stable of characters to level and so it went that Auryon was left all alone and unlov…
Oh, right, not really.
Because Cataclysm was coming! And in Cataclysm, we could have the race/class combination I had always wanted: human hunters. In fact, it’s probably a good thing they didn’t exist when I started playing because my WoW story would probably be very different.
So Auryon began her journey to Wyrmrest Accord to join my other Alliance characters. But Cataclysm wasn’t out yet, even 4.0 hadn’t dropped, meaning I had to choose between night elf, draenei, or dwarf. I figured I might as well fall back to my very first character, so Auryon became…
Saturin existed as a temporary character: a outrunner from Ashenvale with extensive knowledge of northern Kalimdor in general. While her character was enjoyable, it was hard to get into much in the way of regular RP when I knew she would just end up being a human anyway.
Finally, 4.0 dropped. First order of business? Racechange Saturin to…
Abriella Delaunay. A Stranglethorn-raised hunter with a knack for stealth and fletching. (As an aside, regardless of my hunter’s incarnation, guns have never been used; she’s even somewhat adverse to crossbows… they’re all too loud.) She’s young-ish (mid-20’s) and generally in good spirits, especially when imbibing the cheap grog in Booty Bay. And for some reason, animals just seem to like her, despite the fact that she kills things.
SO. Now that I’ve written a novel about my hunter, onto the flag and outfits!
Etana Newbury is a strong, independent woman of the Warcraft Universe. Her credentials include serving time with the Night Watch of Duskwood, helping to secure the Sunwell on the Isle of Quel’Danas, and holding the front with fellow soldiers in Northrend. She has lobbied for aid for Darkshire in the Royal Court, overcome the tremendous burden of her infant child and husband being murdered by undead, and served the Alliance with pride.
She is here to talk to you about a very grave concern to all female warriors everywhere. A threat more sinister than Kel’thuzad, more warped than Illidan, more depraved than the Lich King, and yes, even more nefarious than Deathwing.
What is this threat?
Yes, I am fully aware that this game is created in the fantasy genre, home of damsels in distress and heroines in metal thongs. I have not forgotten that this game is designed, for the most part, by (and for) men.
But let’s be realistic.
While a lot of this game is suspension of disbelief (as my husband would say, “We’re burying an elf”), I have a difficult time wrapping my head around my warrior tanking Arthas in a titanium swimsuit.
That being said, I have made it my mission to create outfits for her that are the exact opposite of revealing: full plate armor that covers as much skin as possible, providing a barrier between weak human flesh and a dragon’s cleave.
So I present Etana Newbury, proud (and fully-clothed!) warrior of the Alliance.
It may look strange to have another post about Celarus… but this is a completely different Celarus, I assure you.
(Fun Fact: ‘Celarus’ was a randomly generated name I had for my troll hunter when I first started playing. She has since been deleted and her name lives on across multiple servers, classes, and factions.)
Celarus was a minor character in a Human Tanwen (also referred to as Bizarro Tanwen) storyline when the dear priestess was in the process of being corrupted by Fierine.
Celarus Brightamber, sister of Tanwen Brightamber, was a skilled swordswoman who volunteered to join the assault on and containment of the undead in the Plaguelands. She wrote letters home religiously at first but when the letters abruptly ceased to arrive, the Brightamber family feared the worst. Though no official confirmation was ever received, Celarus was presumed dead. The loss of her sister directly shaped Tanwen’s life from that point forward.
When Tanwen’s life grew increasingly complicated, an intimidating figure calling herself “The Messenger” appeared to both friend and foe alike. She commanded (upon threat of death) that Tanwen be protected at all costs, then disappeared.
The story the family doesn’t know, of course, is the grisly death of their beloved eldest daughter at the hands of a cruel necromancer and his minions. She fought tooth and nail and was, in fact, the last of her company standing when she was slain. As a final insult, the necromancer raised her in undeath and set her on the Lich King’s path. When Mograine claimed Acherus, she used her new-found skills to track down her sister and watch from a safe distance until things became a little too intense. Tanwen has still never seen Celarus in the flesh, as it were, despite her vivid dreams involving her sister appearing to relay important messages.
There was an epic permanent character death planned for Celarus but storylines have a way of playing themselves out before you’re ready, don’t they? She hasn’t assaulted, intimidated, or otherwise misbehaved for the better part of the year, so it was time for her to go. (Also, I will need a character slot for my worgen priestess, sooooo.)
But before her deletion, I thought it necessary to document her closet of both battlegarb and casualwear. While nothing particularly breathtaking (she’s just a level 58 DK after all), I spent quite a bit of time putting together some of her gear and wanted to share her various outfits before she disappeared forever.
Her FlagRSP entry and clothes after the jump!
WARNING: This is a post full of fifteen million different items. I did not provide a link to them because a.) there are fifteen million and b.) WoWHead can conveniently provide you with all the links you need!
Ah, playing another class.
I have tried. In fact, I was a mage for the first year and a half of my WoW career. Not a very good mage, mind you, but a mage. Then I dabbled as a hunter.
And then I rolled Tanwen.
After that, it was all over. Priest after priest after priest. Two Sin’dorei at 80, one human (then Sin’dorei, soon back to human) at 80, one draenei in mid-50s, and various other races scattered across servers.
I’ve tried leveling other characters. In fact, I have my hunter at 80 and my shaman at 80. My mage, my DK, and my druid are all wallowing in the mid-70’s, all but forgotten.
But Tanwen… Tanwen is my favorite, by far. But what if she were other classes?
She would be very stylish.
In several cases, things have been chosen strictly for color scheme or matching purposes. I’ve also included cloth interpretations that I could actually acquire for Tanwen should she need to dress up as some other class. Most of the cloth outfits are more “around town and casual” than battle armor, as finding cloth to mimic mail and plate eludes me.