Ambassador Nightfall. Nightfall the Seeker. Loremaster Nightfall.
They have a nice ring to them, don’t they? These are the major achievements and titles I earned during my journey to complete the majority of available quests on every continent currently available on Azeroth. So what’d I learn as I toured the globe?
I Never Check My Bags
I was dismayed in a few areas to discover I’d been wandering around trying desperately to find another quest, ANY quest, while I had a quest starting piece of loot somewhere in the jumble of my bags.
Now, just so you know, I travel with a full complement of the best bags money can buy because I loathe heading to town or a mailbox in order to unload the various gray rocks, gear to disenchant, cloth to sell, or knick-knacks to save for my bank.
When I pick up an Item That Starts a Quest—flash a warning on my screen, make the item glow in GIANT RED LETTERS–something! I am too absorbed in the game world to spend my time hovering an armored hand over little squares in a bigger square for pertinent clues.
Potty Jokes Never Grow Old
I visited a bloke in an outhouse. I even brought him bath tissue. I picked through poo–fel hound poo, caribou poo, bear poo–I even had to go through my own poo IN an outhouse. Even the undead are not above being stashed away in the can.
I must say, the focus on this natural phenomena is rather intense considering you can’t find a good loo in any major city, port of call, or wayside inn. Maybe if we had proper facilities, we wouldn’t need to spend so much time ferreting out the considerate fellows who build their outhouses in the middle of nowhere and disturbing their very special moments.
I Am Gullible
People can tell me anything: I borrowed a friend’s book, borrowed mind you, because I was going to head down to the local outhouse for my *ahem* well, you know. Anyway, next thing you know an interdimensional portal opened before me and I was transported to Orc Country, which you know has the highest crime rate in the Known Universe, and would you believe it, those bastards started trying to convert me to join the Horde! Naturally, it was all a ruse so they could beat me senseless and steal my friend’s book, and now where am I? No book for my *ahem* you know, and I must return that book before my friend returns from his vacation in Coldarra. Now, if you recover my friend’s book I will be happy to give you this case of beer and ::scrounges around:: this piece of tin ore I found behind my couch. Do we have a deal?
Me: OMG! Money, beer, tin! Where’d you say that book was again?
I then pick up the tools of my trade and go beat a ton of creatures senseless till I recover said property. On returning it to the *rightful* owner and collecting my handsome reward, I find that, lo and behold, the book is some demonic conjuring ritual that the fellow intends to use to wipe out the known universe. I am a schmuck.
Or Maybe I’m Just Chaotic
The only other conclusion to draw is that I am so chaotic that even I don’t know which way I’m going to pull on my bikini undies today.
I imagine for the role-players (of which I sometimes am one in my head, but never in conversation as of yet) stomaching the long, lonely journey to Loremaster can be a bit of a challenge. It’s not because it’s so time-consuming. Reading that many quest storylines, and following characters from A to D can be a helluva lot of fun. It’s because, honestly, can you consider your character really doing all those things?
Lawful characters hate undermining authority, whether of the good or evil persuasion. Good characters hate helping the baddies, and evil characters hate championing the causes of good. When you’re chaotic, at least you have some flex in whether or not you want to partake in a good or bad activity, and it might end up a-ok in your ethos even if you seemingly work at cross-purposes, but try to role-play a lawful evil warlock who helps save orphans. Hard to do isn’t it. Orphanages are made to be burned, not saved. Same for that shining paladin in plate who tortures the prisoners. You don’t DO that if you’re REALLY good, now do you?
After having racked out over 3,000 quests, you’d think I’d have a bit more to say on the subject, but honestly, I’m just thankful that it is complete. Finished or working on Loremaster? Learn any wonderful lessons of wisdom? I’d love to hear ’em!