Poetry Monday :: Captain

Poetry Monday ~ Mandagsdigt er en engelsk blog-leg. Det er ikke altid, at dagens emne duer på dansk - eller at jeg er smart nok til at finde på noget. Dagens stikord Captain, fik ikke nogen danske digte til at poppe op i min arme hjerne.  Heller ikke andre engelske end "Oh, no John":

My father was a Spanish captain
Went to sea a month ago
First he kissed me then he left me
Bid me always answer no
Oh, no John, no John, no John, no

Derfor gentager jeg mig selv fra for et par år siden, da Poetry Monday faldt på den 19. september og altså var Tal som en pirat-dag.

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Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell.
 
We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home.

  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

Ay, ay sir, Today is Poetry Monday, and rhyming we must go. But Captain ... It was strangely missing in my list of prompts, and it is one of those words. I do not know why, but some words immediately make a song run around in my brain like a do chasing its own tail. Captain is one of these, having me listen to "Oh, no John" on repeat.
This is counterproductive for any poeming, so all I have to give today is a repost from September 19th, 2022 - Pirate day, where Dread Captain DeMeza organises the fun.

September 19th we celebrate Talk like a Pirate Day! Which happens to be a day celebrated in the online game World of Warcraft too.

In that other world where oft I go
For rest and relaxation
It's Pirates day today. YAHOO!
We have some recreation

A mug of rum, or maybe two
To end our deprivation,
Forget the fights with friend and foe
Now I'm a pirate too!

Ol' Chumbucket then spoke to me
A word of truth and wisdom.
Dress like a pirate halfway be
To talk like one - perfection!





So 'hoy there, matey! it'll be
Instead of "Hello darling".
And should I like a cup of tea
Yarrr! Tea! you'll hear me snarling!



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Next Monday again we'll meet and write poetry once again:
June 9 Sting
June 16 Possible
June 23 Uniform
June 30 Scram

Today’s average difficulty is 4.5 guesses out of 6, or moderately challenging. 5 is OK then.
Wordle 1.444 5/6
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Poetry Monday :: At the Beauty Parlour

Poetry Monday er en udfordring, hvor Diane fra On the Border er vores vært. Og nok engang kommer jeg til at undskylde til mine danske læsere, for heller ikke denne mandags stikord, I en Skønhedssalon, fik nogen danske rim til at dukke op i mit stakkels hoved. Jeg endte i World of Warcraft, hvor mine helte af og til frekventerer den lokale Barber Shop.

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 At the Beauty Parlour, is the theme for today. At first this had me totally baffled. I do not frequent said place. I have not even had a haircut in about 30 years. But then I thought on  ... beauy parlours ... if you're a man they are Barber Shops, and those I know - from playing World of Warcraft!

Poetry Monday is a challenge, hosted by Diane at On the Border.

The beauty parlour I frequent.
Is not for real people meant.
It's in a game I like to play,
a place where real heroes stay.


But even heoes off from fight -
when wandering the streets at night -
migth need a groom, and take a stroll.
In Old Town, there's a barber pole.

So in he walks and have a seat.
The Goblin's there for every need,
He pays with Gold and walks away,
For monsters new he has to slay.

If you embiggen the pictures, you can see that he actualy only had a shave.

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Next Monday it's Newspapers

Poetry Monday :: Yaarrrh!

It is Poetry Monday!
 Diane - who has taken over the hosting of  this challenge - and Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings - who supplies us with many of the topics - are also writing wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and read them!
  Karen of Baking in a Tornado has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month!
  SpikesBestMate often publishes a nice verse in the comments.
  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey who has been a faithful participant, is slowly returning to blogging after her husband's passing from this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of prayers her way, now that her mum's health is in need of a prayer too. But still we dare hope that she will join Poetry Monday again.

Today we celebrate Talk like a Pirate Day! Which happens to be a day celebrated in the online game World of Warcraft too.

In that other world where oft I go
For rest and relaxation
It's Pirates day today. YAHOO!
We have some recreation

A mug of rum, or maybe two
To end our deprivation,
Forget the fights with friend and foe
Now I'm a pirate too!

Ol' Chumbucket then spoke to me
A word of truth and wisdom.
Dress like a pirate halfways be
To talk like one - perfection!





So 'hoy there, matey! it'll be
Instead of "Hello darling".
And should I like a cup of tea
Yarrr! Tea! you'll hear me snarling!



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Next Monday again we'll meet and write poetry: Field Trips are our theme.

Still alive.

Hello! No, MotherOwl has not left the blogosphere, neither has she totally succumbed to the "man-flu" attacking the Owlery.
Thank you Elephants Child for shaking me awake.
But to try to forget the effects of said flu, MotherOwl has been burying herself in another world, the World of Warcraft. This guy, her in game persona did very much want the halo you see him proudly wearing here:

I Photoshopped the screenshot to hide his name, badly done, I know.

And to do this, he had to do some quite difficult things in the game, and get his butt to level 50 (of 70) to be able to get the halo from the ones handing it out. He was only level 44 when it all began, and I'm normally a very slow player. And he had to do all this before the end of today, when the Midsummer festival ends in game. Yes, I know, as do you, that midsummer was long ago, but in 2008, when this event went live for the first time, it coincided with the Olympics. And as they cannot be moved, the Midsummer celebrations were moved to once again coincide with the Olympics.

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And now to the Words for Wednesday. By David M. Gascoigne, but posted on Elephant's Child's blog, we were given:
Plumage
Sleek
Peripatetic
Agony
Permissive
Pray
     And/or
 Duty
Colourful
Absent
Mastery
Prey
Orchid

I was once again hit by a writer's blog, but this morning, I awoke with the ghost of an idea in my brain. Writing will happen.

Ⓐ - Ⓩ O - Overleve

Hver dag klokken 12 kommer der et A-Z indlæg. Temaet er ekkoer, de løse ender, halve projekter, nye begyndelser, gyldne løfter og lokkende udsigter. Men jeg ville ikke være Uglemor, hvis ikke der sneg sig nye projekter og ideer ind i denne omgang A-Z også.

Ⓐ - Ⓩ

Every day at noon a new A-Z post goes live. The theme is Echoes, finishing touches, half done projects and endings. But I would not be MotherOwl if these posts would not contain more than a fair share of new beginnings and plans.

O for Overleve  =  Survive

Overleve. Det er det, min Ironman gør i World of Warcraft. Jeg spiller udelukkende Classic, det vil sige at jeg kun kan blive level 60. Lige nu er jeg "allerede" nået til leve 14. Med den fart varer det vist et par år, før jeg når nogen vegne. Men det er heller ikke det primære, altså at nå til level 60. Det primære er at overleve - og have det sjovt undervejs.

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Surviving. That is what my IronMan Challenger is doing in World of Warcraft. I play exclusively Classic these days. And this means that the max. level is 60. I have now reached level 14. Continuing like this, it'll take me some more years to get there. But the main thing - for me - is not getting there. It is surviving and having fun.

Link IronMan blog

Exonerating Guard Parker

 Apologizing is the new black. MotherOwl also wants to apologize. For many years she has killed, abased, slandered and in every way possible besmirched poor Guard Parker.

Here you see him:

And here my most recent incarnation dressed in his Sunday best, offering him my sincerest apologies:

You can read the whole story on my World of Warcraft blog HERE.

A Grumpy WoW Player

I needed a break, and as love doing almost all kinds of Quests and stuff in World of Warcraft, I logged in on my poor suffering main, Bredil. But it was a short lived pleasure, as I just hate being thwarted in my attempts to have fun.
I'll show you just what I mean.

1st photo:
Here I am, once again back in the test version of WoW Classic.
I had reached level 15 (max. for this test). I had crafted, fought for, bought or quested for the best armor and weaponry you could have.
I had not done much cooking, the Savory Deviate Delight was given to me by a nice player. Thank you!
Now I wanted to see, how tough I really was.
The colour of the Quest's name in the log, tell me how hard they are to complete. This one is red. That means either group up or prepare to die - a lot.
I called my pet, Scorpy, and together we were just able to handle two of those bad ass Bristlebacks at the same time. My chance of gathering 60 Quillboar Tusks before the servers closed for good were non-existent. But in 12 days plus some more for leveling this far again, I'll do it!

2nd photo:
Back in Battle for Azeroth, my main has been fooling around. He was beset by this expansion's Quillboars, Briarbacks, and got himself a bunch of Quills. The info-text tells him that Hobbs might be interested. He went in search of Hobbs.
But as he finally found the Quillboar enthusiast, he was in for a nasty surprise. Hobbs wanted nothing to do with him or his quills.

Arrows point from the Quills' flavour text, to Hobbs, to the empty slots (nothing to sell).

A search at the helping hand site - Wowhead - told me why.

The last, topmost arrow points to the explanation for his misery. He's not yet level 120!

The key words here are: getting honored with Storm's Wake - which of course you cannot do until you reach level 120 and can do world Quests.
I exited the game.

Now only 295 hours left.

Ventetid -- Waiting

320 timer endnu!                                                                                                        320 hours more!

Quest Helper in WoW

Earlier I have been agonizing over Blizzard's lack of writing skills. Today I met up with another example. Darnassus, daily cooking: Remembering the ancestors.

(This screenie is taking with my main (level 114) looking at the Quest - I did not take a screenie first time around, as I thought it was a straightforward Quest)

As I always do, when meeting a new to me Quest, I read the Quest description carefully before accepting.  I went to the Temple of the Moon, got the rice cakes, and then I went back to the trainer. Qua Quest objectives: "Collect the blessed rice cakes from the Temple of the Moon."

He did not want to talk to me. The text reads: "... presenting them to the ancestors". Well yes, I thought that was your job, as it is not part of the objectives. But if I should do that part as well, a pointer to where the ancestors want their cakes would have been much appreciated.

Nothing to it but to open Quest-helper-cum-map.

Oh - there's a golden ❔  up there!

I've never been up there before.Only passing on my way in and out of the Capital.

" ... the shrine the trainer mentioned." Oh, no, he did not mention any shrine.

Does it hurt to write a Quest text in a way that I can do the Quest without having to resort to using Quest-helper?

World of Warcraft - my story

Most of you know of MotherOwl's secret vice. She likes to play computer games, mostly World of Warcraft.

Back in 2012 she heard about the IronMan Challenge. The rules were harsh and it seemed next to impossible.
We were many who tried and failed. Then one man finally made it.
The 28th of February 2012 Kripparrian made it to level 85, the then max.

I knew I'd probably never make it, so instead I began chronicling my advenures here: A Draenei Paladin's Musings.
I wrote the first chapter a long time ago, only a week or so after Kripparian's success. But I only finished my tale yesterday.

World of Warcraft - Madlavning

     Uglemor kan godt lide at lave mad. Bare ikke hver dag - og helst hvis folk (læs Ugleungerne) gider spise maden. Så er Uglemor også lidt træt af at lave pasta men tilbehør, pizza og tortillas - som altså er blandt Ugleungernes favoritretter.
Så fik Uglemor en kogebog i gave. Det er ikke fordi hun ikke har kogebøger i forvejen, ja hun har faktisk sin helt egen kogebog. Men denne kogebog er lidt særlig. Det er nemlig en World of Warcraft-kogebog

Westfall Stew. Ingredienser, Goretusk Snout, Stringy Vulture Meat, Murloc Eye. 

    Vi startede med at lave Westfall Stew den sidste dag man kunne spille Classic Demo - og det var en succes! Siden har Uglemor lavet retter med sære navne og umulige ingredienser: Steaming Goat Noodles, Braised Riverbeast, Whitercrest Gumbo.
     Det er morsomt at få Ugleungerne til at spise kål, underlige kødretter og sære grøntsager, bare man laver Westfall Stew, eller en af de mange andre sære retter fra World of Warcraft. Og hvis der ikke er opskrifter nok i bogen, er der over tusind madvarer mere i spillet. Så der er nok til adskillige års legende madlavning.

World of Warcraft Classic

MotherOwl has dusted off her old World of Warcraft-skills. We bought a virtual ticket so that we could try out WoW Classic. So far it's as good as I remembered.

It is tough!
I have already been killed many, many times, even though you start out in green gear (That's magical gear, that gives you extra strength spellpower etc) with a very small chance of substituting it. Lots of things are still missing with only Westfall/The Barrens to run around in and starting at level 15½. You're given set professions e.g.. all Paladins have mining and Blacksmithing. There's no cooking, fishing or first aid, as there's no trainers - which I miss immensely as that was a big part of my pleasure in Vanilla. 

Reporting for duty. 10 points if you recognise this place.

 I LOVE IT!

My new hunter doing one of my favourite Quests in Westfall.


Of all the things I miss in World of Warcraft levelling at a slow pace, doing only the Light knows what along the road is the most important.
In Vanilla you could go fish, learn one or two professions, study cooking and always you were able to find more recipes to buy or learn, one more fish to catch or one more herb to pick while levelling. How much other stuff you do, is (was) up to you - you could level entirely by cooking, as farming for ingredients would take you surely, but very slowly to max. level.



One of the other things, I remember with joy, was named elites dropping gears named after them. I defeated Brack - the running murloc, and had his claw as a dagger

 

Nice little weapon, perfect for the well-dressed Hunter. 

I also defeated his bigger brother Slark with my Hunter, and had his Slarkskin. But as Slarkskin is a mailcoat, I sent it to my Paladin, who proudly wears it here:

Nice looks, tough armour. What's not to like here?  

I also met Vultros, a level 26 elite. But he killed me and my faithful pet in seconds.  4 of us grouped up and defeated him. The item he dropped was for level over 20, it was not his signature gear, and our group leader won it - totally fair, he deserved it.

Did you notice the strangely black hands of my Hunter in the character shot? She's wearing yet another piece of signature gear: Ghoul Fingers, named after Lepritus, the ghoul, who - together with two of his fellow ghouls - haunts this small grave after dark.  

I have enjoyed my stay in WoW Classic immensely, and I am looking forward to the day this Summer, where I can play from level 1 to 60. See you in 2020 after that. 😀

A lot of us waiting for the world to end at the pier in Ratchet.

En ny, gammel Blog -- A new, old Blog

Forleden dag var der en World of Warcraft-historie på bloggen her. Uglemor har skrevet flere af den slags, og da de ikke ligger offentligt tilgængeligt, kommer de nu her i små bidder. Hop over til IromManChallenge og læs med. Det er kun på engelsk, for WoW foregår nu engang på det sprog.

Some days ago the blogpost was a piece of World of Warcraft fan art. MotherOwl has been writing more of this, some of it written long ago, some of it in the last few days. But as it in a closed forum, I decided to revive my old blog A year of IronmeanChallenge - a rather misleading title as I have now been at it for 5 years - and put up the stories there. If you want to read jump over to IromManChallenge and follow the life and death of my IronMen. 

WoW-Story (19. november)

Dagens historie er skrevet på Engelsk til en World of Warcraft fan-art side - vores gamle Guild-hjemmeside, hvor man blev bedt om at skrive sin spilpersons forhistorie. Den er derfor ikke på dansk.

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Today's story is a piece of World of Warcraft fan-art. Written for a long dead Guild in WoW, that requested backstories for our in-game characters.

A very young Hunter on her way to Darnassus, the capital of the elven.

Ishnu'alah elven brethren.
 
I was no more than a toddler when my village was annihilated by the wild, tainted furbolgs. Everybody seems to agree that Starbreeze was the first and only village to suffer this fate. I suppose is it because our village was far smaller and there was no survivors to tell the tale, except from me, and I only learned the whole story a short while ago. The village was to the south west in the more desolate parts of Teldrassil, although I can't rightly use that word of my beloved isle.
Among my first memories are the giant shadows of furbolgs on moonlit trees, screams and frightening sounds. The next thing I remember must be years later. An old hunter sat skinning a furbolg body by the fire. He had found me in the ruined village and took me to his hiding place in the southern hills. It seemed a sunlit and nice place to me as a child.
Sometimes in his darker hours he hinted at an unspeakable crime that kept him away from other people. That was the reason he did not live in our village any more. Now that I think about it I realize that I must have been related to him in some way, but I can't start to guess how.
The old hunter, Wilwarinn -- named after the stars, his name means butterfly -- raised me more like a pet than a child. From him I learned how to cook, skin and make clothes, skills he found appropriate for a girl. Later he realized that old age was soon upon him and if he wanted to eat, he had to teach me tracking and hunting. He taught me the tracks of beast and elven, he made a bow for me and made me practise for hours on end until one day he let me shoot at living targets. My first deer was an unforgettable triumph, but even more so my first furbolg only days later.
I was still only a wisp of a girl when he turned ill. In his illness he ranted about unicorns and immortality. He asked me to fetch master Strongoak from the great tree, Aldrassil. I did it even though I nearly fainted from fear, I had never spoken to other people before. After Wilwarinn had died, master Strongoak told me some of the things they talked about. He told me that Wilwarinns crime was that he in the recklessness of youth shot a unicorn, but he found this misdeed fully atoned by his caring for me all those years. He also told me a bit more about my village and the furbolgs.
I took over the old cottage and the owl wich belonged to Wilwarinn. Master Dazalaar in Dolanaar taught me what more was necessary. For many years I lived peacefully in the old hut hunting out furbolgs in the surrounding woods.
In the end curiosity got the better of me and I travelled the world. I met strange and amazing sights, but mostly I kept to myself, not being quite confident around people. Then one late evening in Elwynn Forest, I met a young elven man who were about to be killed by a pack of wolves. My owl and me killed most of the wolves, and the young elf invited me to join a nice group of elven. I was shy at first, but he convinced me. For a time I kept in the background and listened to the older ones, slowly I got a little used to living and talking with other of Elune's creatures. But after some time a spirit of evil spread in the group and it disbanded. After this disillusion, I went back to my beloved Teldrassil. If you have an errand for me, you will find me where the evil gnarlpines gather.

Elun'edorei sisters and brothers.

Vanilla WoW (12. november)

      Uglemor har en hemmelig - eller måske ikke helt så hemmelig last. Hun spiller World of Warcraft og har gjort det i mange år. Den seneste nyhed er at Blizzard (det firma, der har skabt spillet) vil give mulighed for at man kan spille ligesom i starten. Uglemor glæder sig, og har derfor siddet og følt sig nostalgisk og kigget på billeder.
     Her er mine to spillepersoner fra da de var meget unge. 

MotherOwl has a secret - or maybe not that secret - vice. Computer gaming. She's been playing World of Warcraft for more than 10 years. Now Blizzard has announced that they're going to open some Vanilla servers - the game as it was in the beginning. MotherOwl is overjoyed and looked through her old screenies, reminiscing about the good old days. Here are my two main characters when they were very young.



My Human Paladin at about level 10:

My Elven Huntress at level 22 or thereabout. She is in Southshore, a town that has since been destroyed. I look forward to revisiting it.

Ragnaros Socks

     Spirillen manglede sokker. Dels er han vokset, dels var hans uldne sokker endt i en varm vask ... Så Uglemor gravede sine bløde, uldne rester frem. Der var bare ikke nok af nogen af nøglerne. OK, så liver de stribede. Men medens Uglemor slog op en 5 - 6 gange for at ramme den rette størrelse, var Spirillen gået i et Raid for at besejre Ragnaros.
     Tykkere garn og større fødder betyder ny "opskrift" "Opskrift" fordi der bare står, hvor mange masker der slås op og hvor mange, der skal tages ud over hvor mange pinde på en aftegning af hans fod, sådan at de to sokker kommer til at ende med at blive ens. Da Uglemor så nåede til enden af det allervarmeste sted, og Spirillen stadig bekæmpede Ragnaros' minions, fandt hun noget Ragnarosfarvet garn frem til overgangene mellem nøglerne.
     Det første billede viser hvor langt Uglemor nåede inden Ragnaros blev besejret.


Marsupilami needed new sock. He had grown, and his old socks had mysteriously found their way into a hot wash. MotherOwl dug out her warmest, softest wool. Alas none of the balls contained enough for a pair of socks. Stripes would be the solution. But while MotherOwl cast on 5 or 6 times Marsupilami had joined a raid in World of Warcraft to defeat Ragnaros. 
Bigger feet and thicker yarn made her need a new "pattern" "Pattern" because MotherOwl's sock patterns are a sheet of paper with a drawing of the foot with notes on how many stitches to cast on, and how much to increase over how many rounds for toes so that the second sock will turn out same size as the first.
As MotherOwl reached the end of the first colour, Marsupilami was still fighting Ragnaros' minions. MotherOwl found some Ragnaros coloured Yarn, and decided to use it between every change in colours.
This is how far MotherOwl had knit, as Ragnaros was finally defeated.

   Her er lige et billede af Ragnaros. - - - - -   Just to show what Ragnaros looks like.

Kilde - Source

     Næste dag skulle Uglemor til øjenlægen, først med sig selv og senere med Piraten. Det gav masser af ventetid til at strikke i.
     Og der var ikke noget i vejen med vores øjne :)

Next day MotherOwl and the Pirate went to the ophthalmologist. That made for lots of waiting time = knitting time.
And nothing was wrong with our eyes :)

     Tirsdag strikkede Uglemor i imellem fødselsdagskage-fabrikation og reparation af diverse tøj og andre gøremål. Der mangler at blive hæfter ender og så en vask, men nu er Ragnarossokkerne færdige. 

Tuesday, MotherOwl knitted in between the making of birthday cakes. repairing, and other chores. And finished the Raganros socks. Now they only need darning in and a wash.

Og sådan nåede Uglemor at deltage i Ginnys strikkeklub igen uden at have vævet den mindste lille smule på det blå.

And this way MotherOwl participated in Ginny's Yarn Along without having touched the blue weaving.

Dagens billede 9 -- Picture a day 9

     I den virkelige verden har jeg fået sat Slåenlav til at trække i ammoniakvand. Det blev grønligt lige med det sammen Minimmax og jeg hældte ammoniakken i. Nu får vi se hvad der sker.
     Vi har også fået kartet en hel del mere hvid uld og fundet en kasse sort uld frem, det skal så lige kartes også.

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Minimax and I got some Oakmoss in a jar. The water changed to green the moment we poured in the ammonia. Now let's see what happens. We also got some more white wool through the drum carder. Now some black wool is waiting.

• Slåenlav i ammoniakvand. Så skal vi bare huske at ryste det. Denne gang har jeg stillet det i vinduet i stuen, dels for at holde det varmt, dels for at huske at ryste det. 
• Oakmoss in water and ammonia. Now we just have to remember to shake and aerate it. This portion is placed in the living room window. It is hotter there than on the bathroom, and I suppose it is easier to remember it there. 

     ... og nu til noget helt andet 
    I "fritiden" spiller jeg af og til World of Warcraft. Der har jeg taget en udfordring op, kaldet Ironman Challenge. Stig til level 85 (måske 90) uden at dø, uden hjælp fra andre, uden andet end det dårligste tøj, uden buffs eller potions Link til regler. Det er svært. Adskillige af mine characters er døde før de nåede level 10, de fleste mellem 10 og 20, og min rekord er 53.
     Min nulevende rekordindehaver er lige steget til level 40. Jeg startede med ham den 20. april sidste år, så det går langsomt.

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An now off to another world ...

Sometimes I play a bit of World of Warcraft in my "spare time". I have taken up the Ironman Challenge. Level to 85 (maybe even 90) without dying, without help, without buffs or potions, without better gear than grey or white. It is a hard challenge. So far only one - worldwide - has made it to level 90, several is at 85 or beyond. My personal best is 53.
 My current challenger made it to level 40 yesterday. I rolled him April 20th 2013. I'm not quick ;)

• Her hilser han på Nat Pagle og stiger til level 40. 
• Hitting level 40 by visiting Nat Pagle.

Ikke mig! World of Warcraft-udgave -- Not me! World of Warcraft-edition

Problemer i anledning af Noble Garden

Det var ikke mig, der løb rundt og rundt med min kanin i Azure Watch og ikke kunne forstå at den ikke  gjorde det, kaniner er kendt for. Jeg spurgte en flink fyr med en Spring Rabbit, om han ikke godt gad stå stille, så jeg kunne få mit Achievement. Han og jeg stod måske et minut, så gik det op for mig - og han skrev i samme øjeblik - at jeg havde taget min Snowshoe Rabbit frem, og netop ikke min Spring rabbit. Så tog jeg rødmende min Spring Rabbit frem, og så var vores eneste "problem" masser af baby-kaniner.

Det var heller ikke mig, det ikke kunne forstå at jeg ikke kunne slå de tossede små murlocs ihjel. Ja jeg var faktisk selv ved at dø af dem ... og jeg er med i Ironman-challenge, hvor døden er permanent ... indtil det gik op for mig at mit sværd lå i rygsækken og jeg sloges med en buket blomster (Spring Flowers)! Heldigvis havde jeg da taget skjoldet på og ikke prøvet at gemme mig bag æggekurven!

Problems caused by Noble Garden
It was not me who were running around in Azure Watch, trying to do “Spring fling”. Stupid rabbits won’t do what they have to do. I asked a nice player to please stay in one point for more than two secs, for a mating to occur. We wait like two minutes. Then he writes - and I realize simultaneously - that I have my Snowshoe Rabbit out NOT Spring rabbit. After I took out my Spring Rabbit, we had several baby rabbits within seconds.

It was also not me who fought some low level murlocs wondering why I had such a hard time killing them. They actually almost killed me -- and I'm participating in the Ironman challenge, where death is permanent! -- until I discovered that I had my sword in my backpack, and was fighting with my Spring Flowers. Luckily I had my shield equipped and was not trying to hide behind an Egg Basket.