Or something like that.
Yesterday, I spent the majority of my time visiting every single bonfire in the entirety of World of Warcraft for the sake of getting those pretty burning flower things. And gold! Lots and lots of gold!
Every your-faction bonfire you visit (except capitals) gets you nearly 6 gold, every opposite faction bonfire you visit (except capitals) gets you 11 gold 99 silver. In essence, a daily quest’s worth of money, at the cost of traveling there and pushing a button thrice.
So now I’m somewhere like 700 gold richer, I gots me that sexy dancing brazier thing, and some experience in world PvP.
In essence, what I found out was that in general, people are utterly clueless on how to stop people when they want to run away.
my strategy in getting into the capitals was simple: charge in, frozen guns blazing, leaving behind me a trail of rooted/slowed NPC’s, grab the burning fire inferno thingy, then charge right back out again.
Exodar.
Didn’t even enter combat until I was halfway through the city. Got all the way fire thing, with 3 city guards in mildly chilly pursuit. Then this level 70 Paladin decides that I would make an excellent HK. So now I’m facing a Paladin, and 3…4…5…6… a bunch of city guards. There was only three! Why are there so many more now?! GAH!
Oh well. Killed the Paladin (poor guy never stood a chance, I’m a frost mage for pity’s sake), evaded the guards (distracted with water elemental), grabbed the fire, and then… a level 30 mage started attacking me? I tried telling him to /shoo, but he kept attacking me. Uselessly. But still. I had no choice but to kill him.
If you’re out there, level 30 dranei mage who’s name I can’t remember, I’m sorry. I hope that corpse run wasn’t too long.
Off to Darnassus!
I actually thought I had to infiltrate the damn city, by that stupid “har har guards will eat yo face” teleporter entrance thing. Imagine my pleasant surprise when the fire I needed was sitting outside, totally unguarded, on the beach. Grabbed it, mounted up… and was promptly attacked by a level 11 mage.
Bonus points for bravado, Firelash! I remember this ‘uns name; you can’t really forget the confusion. Imagine being a lion, and a grasshopper rushes over and starts beating on you. That’s what it felt like.
I killed this mage too. Le sigh.
And THEN I realized that if I wanted the bonfire in that little night elf town… I’d have to run through Darnassus to get there…
Mount up. Run to the Portal. GUARDS AGGRO FROM EVERYWHERE.
Into the main city. RUN! RUN! RUN! DAZED! CRAP!
Guards on giant cats! Nooo! Giant walking tree! Gah! Two giant walking trees!
I made it through, just fine oddly enough, grabbed my flame, and then ported myself to Thunder Bluff.
I did kill an Ancient Protector, though, just to see if I could.
Apparently, I could. I guess the night elves didn’t really appreciate having their sacred home invaded and then set on fire.
Or, more accurately, frozen then smashed to pieces.
Off to Iron Forge!
Getting in was easy. Iron Forge has whole stretches of city and hallway, completely dwarf free. I got all the way to the bonfire, got my quest, and was starting to leave before even entering combat. Then, of course, there was about two dozen city guards, an elite dwarf with some really big hammers, and a 70 paladin and druid (feral specced) trying their damndest to get me killed.
I don’t get what they were so mad about.
I mean, I may have gotten a little lost, I might have taken a wrong turn, and quite possibly have hit King Magni Bronzebeard with Fireblast…
Somehow, I managed to get all the way outside Iron Forge and halfway down the hill before dying. I would have gotten completely away, but the druid had reneged into moonfire spam once I got to the entrance…
Oh well. On to Stormwind!
Ran in the front door. No problem. Ran right past the trade district. No problem. Got to the bonfire. Major problem. A rogue, a druid, and two warlocks of a problem. All of them flagged, all of them ready to rumble.
So I died. Le sigh. Time to be sneaky.
Respawned in the building by the fire, disabled my title, walked outside just enough so my name would (hopefully) be obscured by the tent, clicked the bonfire, mounted up, and left. They tried to chase me, but failed utterly. Neither warlock had Curse of Can’tRunAway, it seems. The druid seems to have forgotten he had roots.
Ahh, well.
Oddly enough, the hardest place to accomplish was Wildhammer Stronghold in Shadowmoon Valley. Almost right next to the damn bonfire are a pair of elite guards, and some named elite NPC of some sort. The named guy is rootable/slowable and doesn’t hit too hard, the two elite guards can’t be controlled at all and hit for over one thousand damage apiece.
And you can’t fly in, either, the dwarves on griffons will throw giant electrical hammers at you, then you DIE.
I died three times getting this bonfire down. Gah.
Oh well. Now I can pretend I’m a dranei when I dance. ON FIRE.
You can fly in and get the fire at Wildhammer Stronghold. I just came in low, just high enough not to agro ground units and landed on the back side of the fire, click and fly out.
Maybe they just hated me more than you. It seems logical, considering what I did to Ironforge.
Use Invisibility ><
Invisibility?
I do have my pride, you know.