I refer to my Sandstone Drake as my mid-life crisis dragon. It was stupidly expensive, I don’t like using it as my normal mount (why would Cynwise turn into a dragon?), and it feeds into all the disconnect issues I had with my main in 4.2.
That said, it’s a hell of a lot of fun during holidays when you get to fly your friends’s lowbie alts around for holidays, which is the first part of what I did tonight.
We had staged the worst raid on Crossroads ever, which ended in Cat’s pally running headlong into the giant stream of lava crossing the Barrens – oh, wait, this was after I said I needed a flying bus so Zable and Snack and I hijacked the zeppelin to Orgrimmar, only the lowbies couldn’t get onto it – so Cat had run her paladin into the lava and I’d been flying Maeli and Narci around when I landed on the roof of the world of Hyjal.
Narci said something joking about my parachute failures. But then I realized, yes, I was going to jump off of the tallest mountain in the world, parachute or not.
Repeatedly.
The first time I hit my rocket boots, soared off, teleported back up, soared off again, hit the chute, and made it to Felwood.
Then the chute timer ran out and I giggled as I crashed into Talonwood Glade. WARLOCK FASTBALL SPECIAL.
The second time, I got into Winterspring, but my corpse was on the rocks where I couldn’t recover it. At this point Narci decided that jumping off Hyjal indeed was a pretty fun thing to do, but she was smart. She got a priest.
The third time, we levitated off of Hyjal and yelled jokes at each other all the way down (until we drifted too far apart.) I came crashing into Felwood again, this time in the Furbolg camp.
Poor Furbolgs. They probably get these kind of antics all the time, random humans and dwarves dropping from the skies…