Jessmyn

 

Saturday

I had a little trouble getting myself going today. I’m not sure why, maybe because I’d done so much all week. With Winter Veil and daily jobs to be done. I was ready for a day off. But, I decided to visit some known areas of battle and lend my leaves to the effort. I started with Alterac Valley, can you believe they can’t even have a holiday weekend without having to defend themselves from Horde invasions?  After successfully defeating the Orc  leader, I rested in Dalaran.

It wasn’t long before I was asked to visit Ogrimmar  with fourty other Alliance members. This did not go well. Not well at all. And besides, I LIKE Thrall. After seeing the chaos that unfolded in Undercity after the fall of the Wrathgate, I’ve developed respect for the man. I was much less impressed with our supposed leader. But that’s another story.

I returned once again to Dalaran, surely I’d rest this time. It was not to be. No sooner did I order a honeymint tea from the innkeeper, than a call went out to fight for Wintergrasp. I’d ignored this call for several weeks now. Today, I felt it was time I lend myself to the cause. It does afterall benefit the Alliance all across Northrend, and I know the battles they face out there. Every little bit helps. I crossed through the portal, and joined up with some other folks that were ready for the fight. It was amazing, and I found myself enjoying it immensely. With some great teamwork, we successfully took control. After which, we moved on to fight a bigger enemy. Archavon the Stone Watcher.

He presented quite the challenge, but when a warrior from my own guild appeared, I knew it would be ok. I knew the right spells to use, and when to use them. Having healed her in combat several times recently. It took four attempts, but we were again successful. I was rewarded with some nice emblems, and a new pair of leggings to wear in my future defense of Alliance territories.

Today’s achievements were quite satisfying. More to add to my resume.

SaturdayAch

Sunday

WingElf Sunday was pretty tame. Well, tame is relative I suppose. I joined up with Arteus…you remember Arteus right? Ok, for those that don’t he’s my hot piece of muscly night elf flesh AHEM…I mean my husband. We spent some much needed time together adventuring through The Storm Peaks. It was very rewarding, and sometime a bit dangerous. For example, Brann Bronzebeard having me stand on the wing of his flying machine and fight off intruders! It was worth it in the end to see all THREE Bronzebeard brothers reunite.  It was a beautful day, and quite productive…But I still haven’t had that herbal soak. I’m off to do that right now. I’ve earned it!

Jessmyn

 

I am one tired tree tonight. But it’s a satisfied tired. Hey, HEY this isn’t Ratshag’s journal, get your minds out of the Dalaran Sewers ok?  I happened to be championing for the Kirin’tor today.  This involved healing in some very scarey places, but it was well worth the effort. I found that a pally makes a great healing partner, even if she’s a bit on the bold side. Oh my, the things that girl says…tsk tsk tsk. Of course with a name like Pallylust, what can you really expect?  Ok, I give up, I can’t play the innocent, everyone’s seen the pictures, yes I have my rowdy moments I admit it! But I REALLY try to be a lady I do!!

Back to the point, We stormed through The Violet Hold, The Nexus and Utgarde Keep like the twisting nether wouldn’t have us! We slaughtered undead, struck down blue dragons in a single blow, and in the end, I found a new weapon! It’s so beautiful. I felt badly killing Keristrasza, of the red dragonflight after so much time trying to help her. She was so beautiful, and so kind. Sadly it was the only way we could free her from that horrible Malygos. And even though I feel some guilt for taking things from her dead body, I shall use my War Mace of Unrequited Love to do good work. It’s what she would want. It has left me with some thinking to do…but I’ll think about that tomorrow.

Jessmyn

 

So, I’m standing in Dalaran. I’m contemplating what I want to entertain myself with today. Minding my own business. When…the unthinkable happens! Suddenly, I’m no longer my lithe, well proportioned, and might I add beautiful self, I am…cold, and lumpy, and and…my nose is huge!

<sigh> Sadly this is not the first time I’ve found myself…changed. I suspect it will not be the last.

Snowman

Jessmyn

 

I realize, my race lives to an almost obscene age. I do. But I cannot keep running around looking like some fresh faced baby. I swear if one more elder sees me walking through Darnassus and offers to help me find my family, I will give them quite the verbal lashing! Well, enough is enough. Things have slowed for the moment, with Winter Veil upon us. So I sought a solution. A procedure called a Gnomish Facial Lifterupper and Transmogrifier. Hey, I’m a Night Elf, I HEAR everything. Even the whispers of almost unheard of procedures. So, I show you…the new Jessmyn. Before on the left, after on the right.

BeforenAfter

Much better, even if I do say so myself.

Jessmyn

 

Hi. Apparently, I have a blog, and am also a lady. At least according to the author. I’ve always felt I was being controlled by a higher power in my world, but I’d assumed it was The Ancients, or Elune, Or Cenarius…not some….author. What IS an Author anyhow?  Well, whatever “it” is…hold on, what now?…a “she”? Pardon me. Whatever SHE is, (who WAS that voice??) I’ve found this thing, and it has MY name inscribed upon it, so I am going to speak! I have some questions, and I want…nay, I DEMAND answers!!

1. IF I am a “lady” WHY am I doing all my own work, PLUS the work of any Dwarf, Gnome, or Walrus I come across? Why am I getting MY hands dirty, and this blood on my bark will NEVER wash off you know!

Wait…what? WHO ARE YOU?? You’re Cairessa? A hunter?? What race? I do not recognize that accent. Ohhh..Draenei, the reckless drivers! What do you mean you do half my work, I’m in my 80th season, while you are a lowly 72nd season hunter. Farm? wait, You said you were a hunter!…whatever, be gone pest…and tell this flying snake to stop flapping around! It’s disturbing my leaves. Don’t MAKE me heal you in the FACE!

Where was I? Oh, questions for the she-author. Right.

2. ….oh for Elune’s sake WHEN am I getting my manicure? Look at these nails! And my hair is a fright!

…Oh no…someone’s coming…I better get out of here…Ande’thoras-ethil!!

jessmyn

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