Why a Hunter should get a Stun

*Note: This story occured during closed beta*

aving had my hunter since the day they came out, I felt it was time to leave the general area of Loch Modan. Level 24 just seemed a bit high compared to most of the mobs. So I decided to head out to the Wetlands and beat up something there.

After a short walk I found myself in the Wetlands. Some fella asked me to kill some orcs for him, and being the kind person I was, extorted money from him for the task. This was a bit too easy of a task, except for the whole spectral attack thing they had going on. Luckily, my bear could either see or smell their spectral images, and I was able to actually hit them using my bear's cleverness and the fact that a shot from the gunshot can actually loop around me and hit something behind me. After about 15 minutes of trying to figure out what exactly was going on, I decided to leave. Besides, I killed all the orcs I needed to in the first 3 minutes. Now it was just abusing the weak.

On the walk out from the newly found Horde graveyard, I saw a chest. Unfortunately, my fingers weren't a high enough level to lift the lid. So I had to leave it behind. It was a bit disapointing, but then again I had gotten about 3g worth of stuff when the chests were giving out stuff that most level 50's would be proud to have. So I continued my journey of beating everything I saw.

About the time I got to the actual wetlands area, I saw that my bear was getting hungry. I searched through my bag, but I found that I had run out of gnomes, so I gave him a banana. He seemed pleased enough, so I decided to see if he wanted to fight something. Appearently he did, since he ended up taking on 3 oozes at once. If you don't have a pet yet, let me just tell you this. They die to one thing at their same level sometimes... 3 is horrible. But, thanks to an odd little bug, he pulled through. Now as you all know, oozes drop the best loot, including slime covered bones, decaying boots, and the occasional skull. Collecting my bounty, we once again started heading towards the harbor to get drunk and fight people.

Sparing you the tale of how I killed a crocilisk [i]THIS BIG[/i], we ended up in the harbor. We found gnomes galore, so I restocked my bag. We also found a drunk, a lady who had the great idea of throwing a purse at an ooze, a guy who wanted me to kill murlocs, a drunk guy who was the only survivor of a ship named The Blind Princess, a toad, as well as a guy who wanted me to kill more orcs. Overwhelmed, I started swinging. Only the toad went down though. Since there was nothing better to do, it seemed that the murlocs would be a good thing to hunt.

I was wrong.... The murlocs can't be hunted down in any way. At best you may get the first hit, but that just means your gonna die slower. Murlocs will group up and attack you, even if the only one near the one your attacking is 3 miles away. I luckily survived with the help of my bear and his ultra thick hide. After all the death and dieing and murder, I still had to kill the boss of the fish. He woulda been hard if I wasn't so used to taking on 3 at a time. He went down in no time, and didn't even manage to really fight back. He did however manage to run near the end and draw in 5 other murlocs, half of which where puddlejumpers, quite possibly the worst murloc ever. Needless to say, I spent about 4 minutes walking back.

After all of that, I turned in the quest. The guy was so happy he decided to make me do it again... Except this time he decided I should directly attack the 5+ mob camps along the coast. Showing my gratitude for the opportunity to die 6 times before I hit the ground, I kicked him in the shins and was on my way. The first camp wasn't too hard because the murlocs just didn't seem to get that I was attacking them. Most of them decided that I was just goofing around and decided not to attack as I killed them off. The second one showed me the true meaning of "THIS IS F**KED UP!" Not only did they all attack me at once, they also drew in murlocs that were just wandering the beach nearby. After being attacked by a group of about 10 a few times, I expressed my displeasure by saying bad things in the general channel. For some reason, a level 33 decided to kill them off for me. This was great for me, because I ended up with about 5 small lusterous pearls and an iridescent pearl, as well as a number of magic items and a unique. All that, and I got the quest done.

Since she had helped me, I decided to help her with her quest. Turns out she was just looking for a Crimson Whelpling. I knew we would never find it, but the chance to skin all those dragons just couldn't be passed up. We spent a good 30 minutes of her killing and me looting, when suddenly the impossible happened. Since I was in charge of picking up all the loot, I was the first to see it, as well as hold it. A Crimson Whelpling. A 30g+ pet. Funnier yet is that she had spent 2 months hunting for it. I gave it to her, since she had helped me so much, and I made a new slave... er friend.

We continued to look around at dragons for a bit longer, just killing them for skinning. In all, I got at least 4g worth of stuff from skinning, most of which was medium hides and dragon scales. We were both pretty happy with how it worked out, so she decided to start doing every quest in my book. We wandered nearly everywhere doing quests, and I got even more skinning loot. With all the stuff I had collected, I made at least 2g just selling vendor trash. This was great for me, because 2g at level 24 is like having 50g at level 40. Not quite enough to get what you want, but still a good amount.

This went on for about an hour, and then we decided to stop. I had stuff to do, and she wanted to sleep. So we busted up the party, and went our seperate ways for the day. In all, a pretty good day, full of hatred, loathing, pain, death, and happiness.