Sveala Reaches 100

 

I suppose the title is a big give away.  The most beautiful Dwarf Shaman (not The Most Beautiful Shaman) has made it to 100. It was one of those anti-climactic dings, too. I was going to take out Tall Buck, and arrived in the small glade he calls home. Discovering this corner of Nagrand was what it took to finish off the level.  I always find it great irony when this happens to me.

Anyway, I’ve also been working on putting together a complete set of Mogs for my ladies once they reach the leveling goal.  In each case, I’m trying to capture the essence of their class (and often spec) while still having an interesting mog that doesn’t make use of too much of a given set.

Firebird’s Mantle
Warsong Wraps
Greivous Gladiators Ringmail Gauntlets
Waistband of Hexes
Sanctified Frost Witch’s Kilt
Wayfaring Boots
Longclaw Staff

For Sveala, I wanted the essence of Fire and Earth, the elements she has the most affinity with.  The shoulders also hearken to her roots, a daughter of both Ironforge and of the Highlands, she lived with her cousins and learned the ways of the shaman in the shadow of a very real orcish threat.   The gnarled staff of petrified wood is a testament to her will over rock and earth.

Clan of Three Hammers: Tradition

This is the fourth part of the series. Hero,  Honor,  and Loyal are the previous installments.

Tradition. Traditions teach us, they give us comfort. They bring us together. They give us commonality. Sometimes they give us purpose.

Tradition is not just handed down. We make our own traditions – toasting fallen comrades or greeting one another with words from a meaningful shared experience. These traditions are just as important as those our grandfathers taught their daughters who teach us.

I spend much of my time these days in Halfhill, where tradition is steeped in the pure waters from the Vale, and harvested from the earth. The rumors are that the waters are at risk. Endangered by a man who hides his ambition in the traditions of the Warrior Horde. By a man who has abused those traditions so completely that his own people turn away from him.

Other shamans pass through Halfhill, interested in this place for the exquisite cooking or magnificent plants that can be grown. Trolls, Tauren, even Orcs. They hide their traditions, fearing that outsiders will think they support the man who flaunts those traditions. They speak in hushed voices only with those they know. Passing messages, to be sure. Making new traditions.