Fresh Forsaken, just popped out of the grave, whatever am I to do?
Why level up of course!
This is the farthest back (obviously) in my World of Warcraft playing, but it's also a time that I didn't keep track of anything. There was no log, no history, no posts on the guild forums detailing pointless fun things that I'd done that day/week/month, so this is probably going to be more of a summary of the first 60 levels of WoW for Euphe. And probably a (poorly) organized smattering of memories.
So, what I remember about WoW on my first time through:
I remember grinding on zombies around Brill to get Linen Cloth to make bags with, cause bags were awesome! (Went Tailoring/Enchanting on Euphe right from the start, cause Bags are Awesome! (And enchanting is all alone.))
I remember standing around Shadowfang Keep waiting for the rest of my party to assemble while I talked with a shamen friend about how they can tank... Sorta...
I remember dueling said Shamen friend, we were both on alts, me on a Rogue, with my pet snake out, so he knew where I was in spite of being in stealth...
I remember doing the "Robot Chicken" escort in The Hinterlands with my co-worker (on his 60 warrior) and our friend the undead rogue. (They went on to have a relationship for a while.)
I remember playing in Scarlet Monastery dueling with my friend's warrior and him saying I'd be able to beat him soon (with me at like 30 something and him being 60).
I remember doing instances with my co-worker on his alt-priest, our rogue friend on her warrior, and me on Euphe, tearing things up and taking names.
I remember doing Battlegrounds in the 50-59 bracket, owning all comers since Shadow Priests were the stuff back then.
I remember going through Black Rock Depths with a group from our guild. And swiping a truly large amount of loot since I was the only one who needed anything from their at that point.
I remember going through Strangle Thorn Vale, and the horror it was...
I remember watching my co-worker grind fire elementals in Un'Goro Crater on his lunch breaks, since they were good money and something he could take relatively painlessly as Prot.
I remember my first time in Molten Core, at 56, thinking I'd level from the xp since I was so close to 57 anyways.
I remember the first Epic Item I ever got.
Sorcerous Dagger off of Lucifron. I said I wanted it through whispers, as our guild was doing it, then no one else said anything so I got it! While I was still 58. (Or there abouts.)
I remember grinding for Fel Cloth in the Jadefire Run, since it was good money and was needed for a bunch of things I wanted to craft.
I remember the craziness of what we were doing in Molten Core, crazy things like our two main tanks (my co-worker and our rogue friend-turned-warrior) being in a different vent channel just to talk to each other and ignore the rest of the raid, and yet still making progress on things.
I remember the guild basically falling apart from drama just as I reached level 60, leadership changes, my co-worker and friend leaving to re-roll alliance, and me just quitting the game.
I remember foolishness in the Plaguelands, with the group-cross-faction quests there.
I remember finally dinging 60 in the Eastern Plaguelands.
I remember crazy Strat/URBS/Scholo runs and trying to get my Dungeon 0 set.
I remember the guild-first downing of Kurinnaxx, and how I was healing for it and Lightwell was keeping me alive, if not anyone else.
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Oh man, so many good memories from that time, and some bad ones too. I know nostalgia does bad things to our memory, everything seems better than it was, less frustrating, and less grindy, but it was a good time for me.
Kinda hard to believe it only lasted from December 19th, 2005 to August 1st, 2006. (According to my billing history, I know for a fact though that I stopped playing before my time ran out, it was a 6-month subscription, and I know I was back to CoH before the summer.)
It was a crazy time, my noobness was great, but so was my enjoyment for the game. Nothing will quite be the same as that first play-through, my only regret is not being able to remember more of the good times that I had.
-LaFollet