The Ironman Challenge — Level 20
Ha! Hahahaha! Who said, “I felt that if I rolled a Druid or Warlock it might be too easy …” Hands? Oh, ah, it was me? Well in that case I have to say I’m a big nitwit. WoW is hard mode now, really, really, hard. I’m level 20 now and I’m pretty sure an overachieving level 1 could kill me, no problem. The reason I got to level 20 at all is the siren call of the first mount.
Early going was fine. I had some unintended deaths by Duskbats but everything seemed about normal until at level 15 Sylvanas tasked me with the quest Seek and Destroy. Didn’t sound hard, I just had to go beat up level 13 Caretaker Smithers and get his logbook, piece of cake right? Not so much. Dead, dead, dead. That guy was all over me. After an unseemly number of deaths my Mage slunk back to Sylvanas and told her she had some business to take care of and that she’d be right back.
I came back at level 16, I was rockin’ 224 armor, (now my most important, well, only stat) I’m 3 levels above him what could go wrong. Dead, dead, dead. I was afraid to go back to Sylvanas. I mean you know how she is, patience isn’t her most important virtue. I realized that to complete the challenge I’d have to do an attitude adjustment. I’m not here to curry favor with Sylvanas I’m here to level to 85 by any means necessary, soooo, ROAD TRIP. I’ll shirk my responsibilities and go to the Barrens!
I had the same type of problem with some of the quests from Ratchet. I could not stay alive long enough to kill the object of the quest. I FINALLY completed them all (darn, it’s so hard to sell those quest blues) and yes, I think I did shot myself in the foot by picking a class that I seem to have absolutely no talent for playing but I wanted a challenge and boy did I get one.
I was surprised to find that not having professions other than First Aid is nice. I was afraid I’d miss them as I fret over them, stopping to make sure they level along with me, making sure I have mats. This is kind of freeing, I have no worries, well, other than the whole dead thing all the time.
Money. I didn’t really think I’d need much. When I read that Vrykerion was going to roll on Zangermarsh I vaguely remembered that somewhere in the murky past I had started a character there with the intent to join in on a It Came from the Blog event. I checked, and yes, and she had gold. Not a lot but I thought it would help with bags and mounts. Little did I know I’d need gobs of money. For what you ask? REPAIRS and paying that angel when I’m tired of slogging back to my body. Hey, I’m an Ironman but a little luxury once in a while can’t hurt, can it? I made the original character on Zangermarsh my banker. A ton of intellect gear has dropped for me just to taunt me so I send it off immediately. I’d just feel unproductive if I didn’t try to make some money along the way.
I’ve become so obsessed with this that, oh the horror, my main has missed two days of the Firelands Dailies. She might miss more. I’m going to keep maging until it kills me. Well, okay, you know what I meant. Until it kills me a 100 bazillion times would probably be more accurate.
/wave, wish you were here, Ironmary!