Last night, getting late, Cassie and I were about to pack it in for the weekend.
That’s when we got the call from Doodle, one of our guildies, that he could use a teeny little bit of help.
Now Doodle has altitis bad. Not as bad as Linnaea, it’s true, but bad enough.
Doodle has a level 70 Warlock named Doozie and a 70 Druid (Resto, atm) named Doodlebug, and one of his latest flotilla of alts is Doodleberry, the level 11 Hunter. (Resto Druid and Warlock… Hots and Dots… good blog name, is all I’m saying).
Anyway, Doodleberry wants to get a pet. His first pet on this hunter.
Okay, pretty cool. “So, whatcha thinking, Doodle?”
“Oh, I was thinking one of those reddish-colored cats in the Blood Elf starting area. You don’t see many people with one of those, Alliance side.”
Okay, that’s true. And for good reason, it’s a long, long way to Tipperary, my friend. But all right.
“Okay, I’ll escort you. I’ll be in Exodar in a minute. Let’s boogie.”
The journey was long and grueling for a level 11 Draenei Hunter.
We started out at the Exodar. From there, we traveled by ship to Darnassus, and switched boats for Menethil Harbor.
From Menethil, the journey moved overland through the Wetlands, following the road first east, and then north and into the Arathi Highlands.
A dogleg to the west brought us to the Hillsbrad Foothills, and then north again to the Alterac Mountains.
Heading east in the frozen land, we encountered our first death of the run, as respawning Ogres swamped the kitty defenses. Poor Doodleberry went down.
A quick battlerez prepared us for the rest of the journey, and swift reinforcements from Cassieann riding in from Chillwind Camp strengthened our defenses.
We pushed on, past the stealthed- rogue infested areas along the eastern pass, to finally reach the Western Plaguelands’ Chillwind Camp.
From here, we took stock and readied ourselves for the last push on to Ghostlands.
We headed straight for the gravesite northeast of Chillwind Camp, where we found we were unprepared for the massive aggro radius of a level 11 hunter in a level 53-58 zone. Again, Doodle went down, this time under waves of undead.
This time, as we waited for his spirit to return to his body, Cassie and I cleared undead to ‘safe’ the zone a bit.
Doodle returned, and as we made our way through the graveyard, intercepting incoming undead left and right, we made the quick decision to take to the water once again.
We jumped the hills and hit the lake to the right, swimming right across it’s length, passing to the north of Scholomance, to come safely to the shores of Eastern Plaguelands.
We made our way to the road, and then along the road to the first PvP tower, where we remembered that there was a graveyard just south of the Stratholme Servants’ Entrance.
Doodle decided to suicide hop to that graveyard to shorten our trip.
Alas, we found out there is a graveyard right near that first PvP tower, also. A much closer graveyard. MUCH closer. Like, 20 yards. Oops.
So we had a short hop, and then decided to go from there straight north, cutting across the center of the zone rather than around the great scar. We fended off waves of incoming doggies and bats, skirting the water elementals in the small lake in the center, and came at last to the road. A short run to the east, and then straight north, and our intrepid band of adventurers zoned into the Ghostlands.
From there, the difficult part of the journey was over, but Cassie and I continued on, to see our friend Doodle safely tame his first pet.
We ran to the north, getting ever closer to the fabled land of the skinny Blood Elf addicts, and there it was that Doodle found the pet he had traveled across a world to tame.
Friends, I present to you Doodleberry the level 11 Hunter, and his new Kitty.
May they enjoy many exciting adventures together!
Now, I don’t think he has settled on the perfect name just yet, so why not suggest the perfect name? I don’t say he’ll use it, but maybe one of you will give him the inspiration for that perfect name.