Sunday, 11 October 2009

A title...

I see people around Northrend with fancy titles... You know, Ambassador This and Keeper of That, So-and-so of Undercity. And I thought now that's something I need. A title. Maybe something like Princess Beelzebelle or Beelzebelle, Queen of Style and Decorum of all of Azeroth, or similar. And then once I had earned my place in the hearts of my people, they would come to know affectionately as 'Queen Bee' which really would look nice in print on the cover of all the Silvermoon society magazines.

'Queen Bee opens her home to us: The Silvermoon Tatler takes honeymint tea with the blood elf who defined fashion for a generation of Sunwell worshippers.'

*sigh*

I mentioned this to my guild and they said there were lots of titles I could get. I asked them which was the easiest, because I wanted one sooner rather than later - it's a little embarassing just running around unadorned with any kind of status. And they said they'd help me get one.

They took me to this room with a bunch of eggs in it and aggravated all of the baby whelps, then got me in to help burn them all up in one go. It was good fun and it did earn me a title for having distinguished myself in battle against a bunch of baby dragons through the use of a somewhat questionable strategy.


Titled after a man who shouts his own name as a battle cry.

Ah yes. Jenkins. I now have a title that is really more of a surname. It sounds like a 1950s family name from an American sitcom. Oh that Leroy Jenkins next door, he's always trying to outdo me by planting bigger azaleas than mine! The hilarity. Whatever will that Jenkins do next.

This is probably not exactly what I had in mind. It may actually be time to put my nose down and do some reputation grinding.

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