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nicker44 · 3 months ago

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Holyendowed's Turtle WoW journey pt. 1

Level 20 has been achieved!

Good news everyone! I got Holyendowed to level 20! The quest that brought me over the top had me killing murlocs to get their fins. The quest reward is one of my favorite items in the game (which I can't use) but I think it is funny nonetheless:

Spells:

Now that I'm level 20 that means I finally get the coveted Blessing of Kings!

For those that don't know, every 2 levels you get new spells to purchase from your trainer and every level after 10 you get to distribute talent points. As I stated in my first post I was going with the retribution spec. If you don't put any points into any other spec by level 20 you usually get a defining spell/talent that really separates you from the other specializations. Turtle WoW switched up things from the original classic WoW. In OG WoW Blessing of kings was the big level 20 thing you got for the protection spec. However, in Turtle WoW it is now the big thing for the ret spec. Blessing of kings is probably the best singular buff in the game. Everybody wants 10% more stats across the board, it's great! As stated before, every even level you get additional spells and usually at the big milestones of 10, 20, 30, etc. you tend to get more spells and more class defining spells. Unfortunately, I haven't been "working the auction house" that well and I'm a bit low on funds. So, I wasn't able to train all the spells However, I got the 2 most useful (in my opinion) spells right away:

A new spell that does great AOE damage; it used to be a spell dedicated to the holy spec in original classic but has since been moved to a general paladin spell (a move I definitely agree with) consecration:

2. It's not a new spell but it is a rank up of the bread and butter spell for the Turtle WoW ret paladin and will nearly double my damage output. The top portion is the old "Rank 1" whereas the bottom is the upgraded "Rank 2" spell. It is a significant increase in damage.

This left me with a decision on what to train next because I didn't have enough money for all of it. But depending how my time in Stormwind city ended up going I may be able to get one maybe two spells:

Exorcism is a solid spell. It's an instant cast damaging spell that hurts undead or demons. Great for pulling and increasing your DPS and I'm just about to head into a questing zone that's full of undead.

Flash of light, is the second healing spell you get (third if you count lay on hands); it is more mana efficient it takes less mana and less cast time but heals less per cast. Holy light heals (Rank 3) 167 - 196 whereas Flash of Light (Rank 1) heals 62 - 72

Holy Strike is a neat little spell, this would be a rank up, I have rank 2 right now. It deals holy damage on a short cool down and heals you and your allies for both health and mana. However, the catch here is that it shares the same cool down timer as crusader strike. So, I'll probably be getting this one last. It's great for tanking and niche scenarios but I will mostly be spamming crusader strike instead of holy strike:

Lastly, is Devotion Aura Rank 3. For those that don't know. Paladins get a variety of auras. A paladin may only have one aura active at any given time. At the moment I only have 2 auras (level 22 I get my third). So at the moment, when I'm out and about questing it is a decision between Devotion Aura or Retribution Aura. Now, usually I have Retribution Aura active but there are times I switch devotion aura if I need the extra survivability. My current level gives 160 armor and this rank 3 gives 275 which is a nice upgrade but not game changing. At any rate, I'll get this one eventually but it is not a high priority.

So order of priority is flash of light, exorcism, devotion aura, and holy strike. I only have enough money for 1 or two. So, let's switch gears to upgrading my equipment because we have a lot to do.

Equipment:

We're finally able to upgrade from the Heavy Copper Broadsword to the Bronze Warhammer, it'll be a little bummer to lose the extra hit points but it's a 2.6 DPS increase! We've been stuck with that sword for 6 levels, it served us well but it is time to ascend. We won't be with the Bronze Warhammer for long though. We'll be able to upgrade to new weaponry for level 21 and 22!:

Both of these will be marginally increases in DPS but every little bit counts! We didn't only get to upgrade our weapon but also we got to get new armor! New bracers:

New Pauldrons:

For the shoulder upgrade I had to scour the Auction House for that recipe but it was worth it. With all these new upgrades I am losing some defense and hit points but gaining damage and a bit of armor. I hope the new Blessing of Kings buff will compensate for the lost defense/hit points.

I had to spend some money to learn these new recipes but also while leveling up my blacksmithing I had to create some stuff. So, between vendoring my old equipment and the new creations for leveling I was able to squeak away and get two new spells. Both Exorcism and flash of light!

Class quest:

So with my newfound spells and upgraded equipment I was off to do my level 20 paladin quest! The quest was to go to some lady in Westfall named Daphne Stilwell and to defend her from mobs of Defias bandits. I couldn't do it on my own. As luck would have it though, I ran into another paladin who was doing the same quest. We were able to help each other out and get the quest done together! When all was said and done I got a new spell. Sense Undead and a nice shield; which I can't use, because I didn't make it but it did sell for a pretty penny! Sense undead can be useful once I make it to duskwood and start killing some undead. It allows me to see undead mobs on my minimap:

Thanks for joining Holyendowed on his journey! :)

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bookskeepers · 4 months ago

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a little bit of love ◆ chapter one

content warnings: mentions of violence/gore, mentions of cheating, probably not how South Korean court works (i got my information from a guide called 'An overview of the criminal law system in South Korea' which was on... canada's government website)?, mentions of penises, trauma !, woo jinchul IS in this chapter

word count: 2,363

author's note: heh...? reader rlly said "oops"

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The police had appeared on your friend's doorstep the next day. When she opened the door, they simply mentioned that they were there for you and that they determined your location based on eyewitness reports. They didn't tell your friend what the crime was, instead opting to push past her and arrest you in the kitchen.

You'd've been foolish if you hadn't known this was coming; through the haze of your memories, you distinctly recalled mutilating your ex-boyfriend somehow. And, unfortunately for you, your ex-boyfriend was someone of mild importance in your neighborhood, so the police moved faster than usual to get you.

The actual investigation against you hadn't lasted very long -- they sat you down in a small, tiled room to ask you questions about your supposed motive. You could tell from their phrasing that they were already convinced you were guilty of whatever crime they were informed of, since each question was pointed and guiding.

After that, the trial itself was relatively short; you hadn't opted for a jury trial, so the decision was made by a judge. You had been detained in between the investigation and trial, cited to be "unfit to return to civil life" due to your apparent awakening and lack of control over your abilities. Your lawyer did most of the speaking for you, as your evidence was presented orally. There were only four separate court sessions total despite you having confessed to the crime, since the circumstances made the entire thing more nuanced.

When word first got out, it made national news -- it's not every day that a newly awakened hunter loses control of themselves and injures someone else unintentionally, especially not in a situation like yours. As a result, you lost your job due to the sudden criminal charges looming over your head. However, you and your ex-boyfriend's fifteen seconds of fame soon faded as the case progressed. The internet was full of arguments about who was in the right, with most people on your side since you were cheated on and abused. Your personal life was aired in every sense of the word, making you feel more like an animal in a cage than a human, and it felt like the entire world knew anything there was to know about your life by the time the trial was over.

The judge had deemed you guilty, but had given you a fairly light punishment given the scenario itself: you were to perform community service under the Hunter's Association. More specifically, you were to assist the Surveillance Team in something-or-other. You hadn't been paying close attention to the specifics, overwhelmed by relief that you weren't going to spend your life behind bars.

The same could not be said for your ex-boyfriend, however -- he lost his guild contract due to his mistreatment of you and was hospitalized for quite a bit to ensure his newly grown penis (courtesy of an A-rank healer) was working as intended. You had heard through the grapevine that it was extremely malfunctional, and you had taken a private moment of glee in response.

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The verdict had been delivered two weeks ago. Now, you stand in front of a mirror in your friend's apartment, dressed in the best business-casual attire you own. A loose white button-up, a pair of black leggings, and a crepe blazer that dangles over your frame. You find yourself once again grateful that your friend had agreed to host you until you were able to find your own place, despite it all. You make a mental note to buy her lunch later, thankful that you were able to save while you were stuck in that awful relationship. After all, your hunter ex-boyfriend had insisted on paying for everything to appear more "masculine" to whoever may have been watching, whatever that meant.

You take a deep breath, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth, straightening your blazer before pulling your bag over your shoulder. As you make your way out of the spare room and into the entryway of the apartment, you stop by the door to slip on a pair of low wedges to complete your outfit. You leave your slippers by the shoerack.

It doesn't take you long to reach the main building of the Hunter's Association. Upon your arrival, someone at the front desk whisks you away to a different building across the street, telling you that you need to be evaluated before your community service can actually begin.

You spend a good chunk of the morning waiting in the queues, trying to maintain an air of patience while you ignore the stares aimed at you. While you may have faded from national headlines, your verdict had been public and the case itself had been considered "juicy" for lack of a better term. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together to figure out who you were.

Right before noon, your name is called and you shuffle into the evaluation room. The giant sphere in the middle intimidates you, and you feel a pit of dread begin to form in your stomach when the attendant instructs you to place your hand on the surface of it. Some brainwashed part of you whispers that you hope you're not an E-rank, despite knowing that's impossible; you were able to harm your C-rank ex-boyfriend, after all. It's only when the attendant lets out a soft sound of surprise that you look up at her with a tilted head, a questioning look in your eyes.

"You're an A-rank," she says with a bright smile, and you wonder if they're trained to deliver all news with that expression. "In fact, you're on the upper end of the spectrum! Congratulations on your new rank." She gestures you over to her so you can look at the screen dictating your power levels. The graphs and images don't mean anything to you, however, so you decide to take her at face value.

"An A-rank?" you echo, confusion lacing itself in your tone. "That's... wow. I didn't think..." You trail off, struggling to get the words out.

The attendant seems unbothered. "If you're lucky, maybe you'll get scouted by a major guild!"

Her optimism sinks its claws into you, and you give her a weak smile. "I don't think that'll happen," you say earnestly. You've never heard of anyone with a criminal record being recruited by one of the big five. Besides, you have a stint with the Hunter's Association that has to be completed before you can even consider guild recruitment.

You thank the attendant for her time and head out, picking up your Hunter ID on your way out. You retrace your steps, crossing the street once more and re-entering the Hunter's Association HQ. The individual behind the desk herds you into an elevator this time, pressing the button for a floor higher up in the building. Soft music fills the tense, awkward silence between the two of you as the elevator ascends.

The muzak doesn't do much to quiet your thoughts, which are currently spiralling out of control. Ever since the incident, you had been trying to make sense of these sudden new powers, trying to see if you ever felt the sensations of those abilities manifesting since then. Simply put, the answer was no. In the past several months, there had been no itch in your fingertips, no sparks of red-hot rage. To be quite honest, you aren't even completely sure how awakening works -- you honestly think there should be more incidents similar to yours, because how often do people awaken with perfect control over their abilities? How did people even learn how to use them?

As if the universe itself is trying to answer your question, the elevator dings softly and the doors slide open to reveal a long hallway. You can faintly hear bustling and ringing phones off to your left, and you suppose that's where one of those huge offices with cubicles is. The secretary gestures for you to follow as they lead you down the long hallway, past the door you're sure leads to those cubicles. There are two rights and three lefts on your route, and you're working on memorizing them before the secretary stops in front of a door that matches all the other doors you've seen thus far.

"You can wait in here," they say, albeit not unkindly. They open the door with one hand, and you can feel their eyes on you as you walk inside.

It's a fairly average-looking personal office; there's a mahogany desk in the center, with giant windows as the backdrop. A swivel chair sits behind the desk, along with a neat stack of papers next to a monitor and keyboard. Several meters in front of the desk are two sofas across from each other with a coffee table in between. The walls that aren't windows are lined with tall bookcases, and closer inspection reveals that most of the books are about hunting, raids, and mana. The other few are fantasy novels and science fiction novels, which comes to you as a mild surprise.

The secretary closes the door behind you with a soft click, and you take the time to inspect the room some more. On the desk, there's a silver placard with the name "WOO JINCHUL" written in bold letters on it. The handwriting on the paperwork is extremely organized, as if whoever wrote it took extra time to ensure it's legible. The monitor isn't displaying a screensaver and the PC it's attached to is hidden out of view, but the rim of the screen has several sticky notes detailing important dates hanging from it.

You run your fingers along the placard, feeling the grooves of the letters. The metal is cool to the touch, and your hand comes away completely free of dust. You're beginning to form an image in your mind of this Woo Jinchul when the door suddenly opens rather loudly without warning, frightening you.

In your state of panic, your mind flashes back to the times your ex-boyfriend would do the same, usually with the intent to shout at you or worse. The itching in your fingers suddenly returns full force, and you find yourself firing off another one of those airblades at the newcomer. You let out a strangled "watch out," thinking about how you're about to have yet another criminal charge on your once-perfect-now-ruined record.

To your relief -- and perhaps shock -- the newcomer makes a slashing motion with their hand, and the incoming attack dissipates. Your knees suddenly collapse beneath you, the fear coursing through your veins too much to bear. It takes you several long, silent minutes to calm yourself. Once you succeed, you cringe at how awful of a first impression you just made on this individual.

"Better?" the person asks, tone polite and plain. The voice is deep and masculine, pleasing to your brain.

You blink a few times, taking the time to actually look at him. He's tall, clad in a black suit, and his blondish-orangeish hair is slicked back save for one curl that rests against his forehead. He's too far away for you to determine the exact color of his eyes, but from your vantage point you can see that they're on the darker end. His frame is broad, and something about the way he stands suggests years of experience at doing whatever it is he does. He also exudes a slightly intimidating aura, made worse by your embarrassing interaction just now.

"Um, yes, thank you, sorry," you manage to say, although your voice is not much louder than a mumble.

The man makes a show of dusting himself off before striding across the room and sitting on one of the sofas. He gestures to the couch opposite him. "Sit."

You pick yourself off the ground, wincing at the pain in your knees, and obey his command. Now that you're closer to him, you can tell that his eyes are a shade of violet. Pretty.

You swallow the lump in your throat, willing your voice to be louder this time. "I'm really sorry about that," you begin. "The door... startled me, and I don't have the best control ov--"

He holds up one finger, and you find yourself stopping mid-sentence. "Don't worry about it. I've dealt with worse." He leans forward, reaching his hand out over the coffee table. "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Woo Jinchul, and I'll be your... case worker, for lack of a better word."

"Case... worker?" you echo, confusion laced in your tone.

"I'll be the one overseeing your community service," he clarifies. "I'm the Chief Investigator of the Hunter Association's Surveillance Team."

You blink, all these words making sense separately but not together. "So... that means...?"

Jinchul raises an eyebrow at you, perhaps the first sign of emotion he's outwardly displayed since stepping foot in the room. He slowly retracts his hand once he realizes you're probably not going to shake it. "It means my team and I keep an eye on hunters and investigate raid-related incidents when necessary."

You nod, things finally clicking into place. "I'm guessing I'll be helping you do that?" you finally say.

"Eventually. Firstly, I'm going to help you control your abilities. Then we'll see about fieldwork."

You note that he has a very straight-to-the-point way of talking, and he excels at keeping his voice even to ensure it doesn't betray his internal feelings. In fact, you can't actually get a read on how he might feel about this whole situation, as he's been nothing but polite yet somewhat cold during your entire brief interaction. Nothing about the way he's acted thus far suggests he's repulsed by you, at least.

"That's good, at least. Maybe this way I won't accidentally kill anyone for opening a door loudly," you joke.

The silence that follows your words is deafening. You find yourself wishing that there were at least crickets in the room, as their chirps would be more responsive to your comedy than Jinchul is.

After a bit, he just lets out a small sigh. "I look forward to working with you, Ms. Sun."

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