There Is A Part 1 To This Part 2

THE SHADOW PATH - Myriad Servers
My thoughts became pensive...and dark. There was more content out there, but I could not reach it in my current crippled state.
So I turned to the only available option at the time - the dark, risky magics of the Online Account Trading industry. I pawned off Luiseach heartlessly - I had grown tired of her - for a new, shinily-geared Human Rogue. The lack of connection I had with these and future characters will be symbolized by their lack of given names.
For a while I was content to smash talbuks with my giant fucking flaming mace shaped like a dragon skull, because to be honest, it was pretty fucking awesome. This guy shredded shit - Combat Rogues were at their peak. But my short dabble in forbidden magic had left me suffused with wicked energies, and my satisfaction was short lived. The resources of Rogue#1 were bled dry - I desired MORE!
Quickly I pawned off Human Rouge for Night Elf Rogue! He was laden with new pleasures - a swift dragon, a tiger for a steed, twin daggers for quick and dirty work. What's more, he was located on the server where Ev & Co had taken up residence. Reunion was pleasant, but it was not meant to be.
I learned of the Faustian cost of trusting too deeply the capricious and venomous words of the Trading Forum. My account was snatched back from me in the dead of the night, and I was left without the proverbial Pot To Paddle Up Shit Creek In.
For the first time in two and a half years, I was without a direct link to WoW. Emotions were mixed.
But I was too ensnared to simply call it at this point. Having just barely tasted the raw power of End-Game Content, I vowed to keep a wary guard up from now on when I reentered the swirling world of Trade.
The severance of all personal connection was, in some aspects, highly liberating. I was now free to choose my own way. Would I play Alliance, or Horde? What Class? Did I plan to raid, or PvP?
I had no idea, and more importantly, it was moot - I had no starting bargaining chip on which to build my empire.
So I called in a favor. Friskykitty got transferred to me, and I immediately hawked him for a series of quick fix characters - BE Hunter to Troll Rogue to Orc Shaman, all over the course of one summer. And yet, in the end, once again, I got careless, and paid the price. One day I logged on to find my account put up on cinderblocks with the windows broken in.
At the same time this misadventure was occurring, Rankour had returned - to a certain extent. A bug had been found in the Mechanaar wing of TK - There was a treasure chest that would spawn in three locations, and through the right amount of trickery and no small amount of skill, a rogue could reach and loot it by himself - a feat typically requiring five players.
So Kanoa and I took shifts. We turned Rankour into a treasure-hunting machine - the stealthiest, sneakiest most perfectly tuned rogue looter for the task - and we milked that bug until it got fixed. We made 6000 gold in a month.
And then we fell back into the vicious cycle. Rankour was traded for Epidemikz, the BE Spriest with every bell and whistle Kanoa could dream of. I don't know how he did it. I assume it has something to do with his limitless francophone power.
And I was left with nothing, again. So I called in another favor, and through some small demonic sacrifice I obtained a minuscule troll rogue.
And so, set back to the very first step on the road of WoW with only a tiny green-machine of a rogue, I shuffled off to rainy Seattle.
Thus, depending on your viewpoint, I completed the Shadow Path, and was the better for it.

THE AGE OF IRON - Tichondrius Again
After setting foot on sweet Seattlian soil and rapidly having any preconceptions or hopes of College Life dashed to the ground by the stark realization that life is, in fact, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short, I turned inwards.
Determined to end this vicious cycle, I went into the fray one last time and traded my little rogue for an equally little Blood Elf Warlock, by the name of Shadowspade. He was freshly levelled to 70, and I decided to keep him. I transferred him over to Tichondrius because Caleb had lured me over with tales of his BE Hunter, Djinn, and the life of luxury and excitement he currently possessed. So I returned to my home realm, and named my character Malachi. His story alone is long, but he started here.