Dragon breath mints.

Morphemia, although not cured of her hemophilia, she is learning to live with it. Close to level 78, this beautiful Death Knight is one frosty chick. And although most of her spells make me think that someone left the freezer door open, or it's time to mix a martini, her fighting style is a thing of beauty.

I still have a lot to learn about this complicated class, but have always really liked the idea of a 'hero' class.

One idea I have is a hero class of dragon girls...why should Ysera have all the fun? Imagine a new class of dragon-oids running around in skimpy costumes by day, and rock-hard scales and claws in a fight?

Come on, Blizz...whaddya say? I know panda bears will be all the rage, but...but...but...

....dragons. It could work.


http://wow.joystiq.com/2011/11/08/death-knights-patch-4-3-blizzcon/

http://sonofalich.com/

http://wow.joystiq.com/2011/11/08/patch-4-3-ptr-the-real-ghosts-of-darkmoon-faire-island/

Stay thirsty, my friends...

Matty gently coaxed Morphemia out of the shadows..."My sweet little death knight, I realize you faint at the sight of blood and always have a runny nose from the chill, but please...come out and play..."

Well, good things do come to those who wait. 

Morphemia the Maladjusted went from a steady level 74 to 75 in a heartbeat. (You need to understand, this was after she sat for months at 74.) While leveling up on inscription, she made some Recall Runes, which is like hitching a ride on a small tornado - you just never know where you'll end up. This time, she landed under the house with the Wicked Witch of the East. 

There she was, just getting sand out of her, well, chinks in the armor in Tanaris, hanging with Don Carlos discussing celebrity millinery wear, when a shock of red light doused the evening sky. 

Could it be? 

Yes.

Death Knight Death by Deathwing

Faster than you can say "habañero," the fires swept through like a gasoline alcoholic with a lit Camel cigarette. Only one or two other characters have survived the fire, and for this happenstance to occur for the death knight is truly a testament to the power of the RANDOM NUMBER GODS...boom boom boom...they roll when they roll.

And of all of my brave little goat and elf girls, the death knight has by far shown the best on battlegrounds. It's like she was born, or reborn, for it. Keep it up, girl - you're on fire.

Where do you get that hat, anyway?

Postscript: But the happiest thing - so glad to see my long-lost friend back in the world, even if it's temporary. So glad that sneaky rogue girl didn't fence all of the guild contents. Señor, I needed those potions tonight while healing a heroic dungeon. You're always there, just in the nick of time. Gracias.

Morphing Morphemia...

Sometimes I wonder if I'm dead or alive. I live in a Morpheus dream-state; Epiales, the god of nightmares visits me frequently and socially, but this does not make me happy. Not knowing whether to damage monstrous souls with blight or bile, and the blood serves me poorly, too. I am an anemic Death Knight. I would eat raw shoveltusk steaks if I thought it would help.

Keeping balanced on my runes, and enough protection armor to see me and my minions safely through a difficult quest or dungeon hasn't been easy. I fail more than I succeed. Hero class? Me? Sometimes I just feel like a big phony. I got into this class by standing on the shoulder pads of greater players. No one can love me, or will. Not frisky and sweet like Mataoka, or fiercely independent like Haanta, the hunter, my Draenei ancestry only causes conflict within my fragile soul. Redemption and resurrection cannot clean the graveyard dirt from under my nails; no amount of scrubbing or repair can clear the conflicted emotions. Hanging out with the jovial and jocular Kalu'ak tribe, near Dragonblight, is warmth. Their friendly nature, down-to-earth advice, and warm blessing do cheer me.

However, I am still conflicted...should I tank, or damage? Should I just focus on damage, or brace myself to the criticisms, the slings and arrows of poor tanking? What if I make the wrong choice? What if everyone dies because of me? Do I want to be the biggest threat in the room, while simultaneously slipping further away from love and friendships? If I am under the spells of unholy damage, my minion faithfully serves by my side, but he is no match for a friendly fox pet or polar bear. He smells, too. Personal hygiene is not his forte. He's not much of a conversationalist either.

Note: many players get it right, though- http://forthebubbles.wordpress.com/2010/12/16/make-yourself-useful-the-cc-less-dps/