Back when WotLK came out, my first 'toon leveling through those zones was Anoukisse. At the time, my husband and I leveled our mains together, so she was always trekking along behind Hapis, a very wide-shouldered and sexy Tauren. Yummeh. Errr.. anyway... Since he was the leader, and I think because it was most convenient from the departure point we were at, we leveled from the Eastern side of the new continent.
My first impression of Howling Fjord was actually AMAZING! I loved the music in that zone, the graphics, the Northern Lights, I loved the giant viking-type NPCs (even if I had to kill them with fire) and their neat little villages. Dragons flying in the sky were just a bonus.
Recently, I went back there for my try at the mount in UP, and I saw the massive castle-like structure from a different angle, and I just had to take a snap of it for posterity.
One day, Ragnar will be king, and he will hold this castle as his own. And Anou will visit him. >:) But I will not be writing about that interlude. /cackle
Now, here is evidence that Anou really is a gnome spy. Or.. an unreasonable facsimile.
On my quest to get an Alliance 'toon to 90 for the Double Agent achievement, as you can see, I've finally made it to Panda-Land! Only ten more to go! (/rubs temples /mutters something about 'Alliance scum')
Anou's favorite companion pets are the cats she picked up mostly as strays in Silvermoon City. One of her favorites though, was a gift from Exier's brother Evade (who's story can somewhat be found here). She named him Roméo--quite fitting, as she had the biggest crush on Evade for as long as she could remember...
Roméo waits for his mistress' return.
Ever faithful, Roméo can often be found napping in Anou's favorite spot at the Shrine's second floor café.
Squealing like a proud mama from the live studio audience, here's a picture I snapped of Anou as she waited demurely for her cooking challenge to start. I'm so PROUD of her for actually finishing her training for those adorable little noodle carts!
"La mort", in French, means "death". Literally, it can translate to "the death". This is a warlock on our realm, who I met several expansions ago--though we didn't keep in touch--who was excellent at his class back in the day, and judging by his current gear, still is.
While Octavien waited for something to happen, he stood quietly in the Shrine, people-watching. That's when he spotted Lamort standing a few feet away in his hideous ensemble. The men briefly exchanged words along the lines of "that's exactly what a warlock should look like" and then went on their way, as men are wont to do.