WoW

I saw something awhile back from Giggler about all his current and past chars in WoW and it made me think about mine.

So I figured I'd try as best I can to list my roster (not counting bankalts).

Maelstrom
Xiphoid - 70 Undead Mage - Active
Unholyram - 61 Undead Rogue - Active
Ceriphen - 35 Orc Shaman - Temporarily Inactive
Morelia - 21 Undead Warlock - Inactive
Siscyllya - 20 Blood Elf Priest - Active
Johndowses - 10 Blood Elf Hunter - Active
Nzetta - 5 Blood Elf Paladin - Deleted

Skywall
Unholyram - 44 Undead Rogue - Inactive
Johndowses - 42 Tauren Hunter - Inactive

Silver Hand
Grynm - 31 Dwarf Paladin - Inactive
Briallen - 21 Night Elf Druid - Inactive

The Venture Co.
Delynn - 11 Draenei Warrior - Semi Active
Ryanna - 5 Gnome Warlock - Semi Active
Delynn - 11 Gnome Warrior - Deleted

Drakthul
Cerridwynn - 20 Orc Shaman - Deleted

So maybe Giggler isn't the only one with AADD (Alt Attention Deficit Disorder)

((I posted this to the WoW forums after Maleficium's Bagmas event. AoD encouraged me to post it on here and share it.))

It was just a normal day for good ole Wiley at the Broken Keel Tavern in Ratchet, when a battle-weary Tauren Warrior came in and had a seat. After a while, the Tauren introduced himself as Andrusin and they began talking. It was then that Andrusin revealed to Wiley the legend of Murin.

"I remember those days well," began Andrusin. "I had just left Mulgore. Being a warrior I knew that it was always wise to make friends with the Priests. The best priest I ever befriended was Murin, even if was an undead. I could always rely on Murin to be there for me, although he did like to make me sweat it out sometimes by waiting till the last possible second to help me.

"Murin and I would always be out adventuring together. One problem we always came up with though, was we never had enough room for all our stuff. Well that is, of course, except when our rogue friend unholyram would help himself to our stuff, and then only he would never have enough room for our stuff."

"Murin decided to take up tailoring to help us out by crafting bags. As we continued in our adventures, we'd always talk about the days when we were starting out. We'd reminisce about our escapes from those dreaded Sons of Arugal. But we'd also think back to how much time we had to waste going back to town to clear out space. We always felt sorry for those just starting out who had to deal with the same things."

"One day, right after Murin had just created himself a larger bag, we were heading back to Razor Hill, when we saw this fresh faced Hunter out and about. He seemed as if this was his first ever excursion outside the Valley of Trials. We walked up to him, and called out 'Hey there.' He was nervous to see the two of us approach but he returned our call"

Murin asked, "Hunter, how many bags have you got?"

"I... I have but this one," the hunter meekly replied.

"Would you like this bag?" Asked murin as he held up a bag, made of Mageweave, a little tattered but still useable.

"Yes...., but I don't have much coin on me."

Murin thought for a moment and then replied, "I'll make you a deal, I will give you this bag, and in return I ask only that you swear an oath. You swear, that when the time comes that you no longer need this bag, you come back here, and find someone, who much like yourself today, is just barely starting out on their adventures. You give them this bag, but you make them swear this very same oath. Do you promise to do this?"

"Yes, I promise, I promise," exclaimed the hunter as Murin handed him the bag.

"And thus was born the Oath of Murin." continued Andrusin, before pausing to drink from the flask Wiley and just given him.

After a few hearty swallows, Andrusin continued, "It was this way for a while. We'd give out bags randomly as we didn't need them. But one day we decided, why only do a bag here, and a bag there. We decided it was time to really help out. So with the aid of Murin's mate Morlei, and her sister Malyss, Unholyram, Murin and myself went about collecting all manner of cloth. We collected every little bit we could for weeks. When finally we decided we had enough cloth, Murin went to work. For two full days, and full nights, he worked on making bags. If he had flesh it would have been calloused."

"Finally he was finished, and it was time for our celebration which we named Bagmas. We went to Brill, and to Razor Hill, and to Sen'jin Village. We handed out bags, and made people swear to the Oath of Murin. We drank, and partied. There were fireworks. It was a wonderful celebration, as Bagmas was born."

"But after a few years, the celebrations of Bagmas began to dwindle. Not as many celebrated it, and I thought it had been forgotten"

Andrusin paused as a tear began to form in his eyes. After a moment he continued, "That is until tonight. I was checking out the lands of our new allies, the Blood Elves, when I started to hear murmuring of someone giving away bags. So I headed to Silvermoon, and was directed to Sunstrider Isle. It was there that my Tauren eyes beheld a beautiful site. <Maleficium> was there, and they were upholding the ideals of Bagmas. There was even an undead who had taken the name upon himself. As the festivities died down I talked with Raaji, and he mentioned to me that they had handed out well over 200 bags of varying sizes that night."

"It warms my heart to see the ideals that Murin started with me, way back. It's great to see such great people as those in <Maleficium> continuing a great ideal. It's good to see Bagmas, and the Oath living on, even if Murin is no longer with us."

And with that Andrusin finished his drink, and then left the tavern heading for the Wing Rider