I have to admit, I haven’t posted in a while because I’ve been in a bit of a WoW slump. Breige is LFRing in current tier, but the only really exciting thing, to me, is getting to see the raids. I certainly don’t get a lot of time to poke about, but I’ve been having a whole lot of fun.
But, there’s a little side project I’ve been working on since I finished getting Muirri to level 85 for the Class Act achievement. Muirri is being promoted to bank toon from little-used alt. While I was in BC, I found a chestpiece I really liked, and so decided to make a mog around it.
I did have a few restrictions on this mog, though. The first was that I wanted Muirri to still have the feel of both a monk and a dwarf.
Her back-story is that she is one of the few surviving Doyles because she’d already been sent to Ironforge to learn the ways of a Shaman when the Cataclysm hit. With the Earthen Ring all sent off to rebuild the World Pillar, she stayed quietly in Ironforge, waiting for word from her family about whether they needed her at home. She made friends with Gryth Thurden, and helped with the Gryphons, watching as bedraggled heroes passed through on their way to Stormwind. It wasn’t a life she thought she wanted. Her idea of excitement was running errands for Innkeeper Firebrew, getting exotic items for his guests in trade for a room.
Then, a few years later, a bear of a man (or perhaps a man of a bear) showed up on the heels of news that there was another continent no-one knew about. He took a room in the inn, and on his first night there, Muirri was sent off to find some of the more unusual ales in Dun Morogh and Loch Modan. The next evening the Pandaren, who called himself Liu, insisted that Muirri join him in sampling the brews she’d collected for him.
He was impressed with her ability to hold her ale, having not yet met any of the Wildhammers, he didn’t know that she was only an average drinker among her peers. They sat up long into the night, sharing the stories of their cultures, and what the two non-brewers knew about making ales.
When a fight broke out between some Dark Iron dwarves and Bronzebeards, the two were drawn in by collateral damage (Liu’s tankard got tipped over). When all was said and done, Muirri and Liu were the only two left standing.
Liu bowed to her, and asked where she’d learned to fight. She said she’d just picked it up. In wartime, everyone walks around armed, and the politics in Ironforge were not easily navigated all the time. In turn, she complimented his poise and control, and asked what it was that he’d been taught.
He briefly explained the slavery of the Pandaren, and how they’d trained for their escape. Then, he asked her if she’d like to learn the ways of his people. Surprised by the heartfelt offer, she agreed.
Her training seemed swift. Liu taught her very early to meditate, and join the monks in Kunlai Summit. Early in her training, he sent her on simple errands to help her people, then further and further out, encouraging her to help both the dwarves and the Alliance. During this time, she met a hunter who was also a Wildhammer. They became friends, and Breige asked her to join a guild with members from all across the Alliance.
Finally, Muirri decided she’d learned enough to go home. She wanted to know why she’d never heard from her family. When she learned that her home was no more, her clan all but wiped out, she went to Liu and apologized to him. She could not go on with her training. If she and the others had never left, perhaps they would have been able to help.
Liu tried to dissuade her, but she would have nothing of it. She was done. She would use what she had learned to protect herself and the Wildhammers, but she would not go to Pandaria.
Her guild leader offered her the position of keeping the guild’s accounts in order while the rest of them were out fighting, and she accepted it without hesitation. In honor of the guild’s heritage of Alliance Paladins, Muirri went through her belongings, and visited the Warpweaver. This is how she would go about her official guild business:
Muirri is wearing: Spaulders of the Ring, Lo’ap’s Tunic of Muck Diving, Bloodcult Handwraps, Vermillion Belt, Spear-Impaled Leggings, Mud Encrusted Boots, and carrying the Decalcyfied Elven Spear.
Since I play Alliance almost exclusively, I decided to go with the Chopper. Since it’s a lovely batch of blues and yellows, I wanted to pull that into my gear. To mix things up a little bit, I didn’t want to go with black accents, so I went with brown instead. I did originally design this on a human female, but ended up with leather, and Kerridwen wanted it for when she gets her bike (come Mists), so I did the finalization on my lovely Night Elf druid.
So, blues and yellows. Well, nothing says biker to me more than a nice sturdy pair of jeans, and goggles. So those were some obvious starting places for me. I definitely wanted some buckles on the gear, to go with those lovely packs on the bike.
This picture didn’t manage to make it to the judges, for which I am sad. I might have a had a slightly better showing. But, who knows for sure.
Kerridwen is wearing: