Frostfell couldn't have come at a worse time.
Of course, Niami DenMother had known in advance when it would arrive, and had tried to plan accordingly, but as was common these days, time and a solid dose of Bristlebane's mischief, conspired against her.
This meant that her normal exploration of all things Frostfell was more than a little rushed, experienced in quick little bursts in between the inevitable distractions.
First, of course, came the new recipe books, which Mum browsed through with one hand while she was busy harvesting the Frostfell gifts with the other.
"Och! I love th' new scarves. I could knit those up pretty easily ... Mm, I love th' smell o' scented sandalwood! An' that glittery powder will be perfect frae making a candy striped cudgel, I think! Thank ye, bountiful harvest! Now, if I could jus' dive intae th' crafting without having tae spend all this time harvesting ... oooh ... mayhaps ...
Mum's wandering monologue trailed off as she summoned her gathering goblin, Giggles.
"Dees packs be full! Take 'em from mes before I eats 'em!"
"Patience! I'm working on it, ye silly thing! There, that's better! Now, I've got a new harvesting target frae ye, lad."
"Seems to mes that you needs a master harverster to show you how it's done! Good thing you have mes!"
She avoided, with an effort, rolling her eyes at the goblin's ego. She knew she had far, far more harvesting experience and skill than he did. But she also had a lot less spare time, and if a bit of ego-massage would make him more willing to work efficiently, she'd allow it - to a point. "I know. Which is why I'm giving ye a special project, an' ye can show me yuir skill while having a bit o' fun at th' same time. I want ye tae harvest here in the Frostfell Wonderland Village."
"Noes! Can'ts do!"
"But ye said ye were a master harvester, an' this is summat that e'en a youngling could easily do! I e'en brought extra bags to stuff all th' goodies intae."
"Nopes! Nots allowed! Dis is Frostfoot gobbie turf! Union rulez and all that!
"Och! I'm sure they wouldn't mind if it was frae me. Please? I'll e'en knit ye a lovely new scarf!"
"Not happening! Nopes! Not even for lovely scarfseses."
Mum argued, coaxed, and cajoled but Giggles could not be convinced. She soon found out that the Frostfoots couldn't be budged either, not even after she helped them out by crafting decorations for them in Permafrost.
"Meh. I could hae had everything harvested in th' amount o' time I wasted on that. Gobbies, unionized. What's next?!"
What was next was gingerbread.
At first, hearing about Candice's confectionary factory being overrun by treats sounded like a delicious, if fattening, holiday treat.
But these sweet snacks, instead of being the crafted holiday help she was aiming for, were quite aggressive indeed! Treats are not supposed to bite back!
Of course Niami would have to help - after all, didn't she own the infamous Rolling Pin of Doom? What better to beat stabby snacks into submission? How bad could it be, after all?
Without further ado, Mum rolled up her sleeves and let herself be teleported to the Confectory.
It was a provisioner's nightmare. Gumdrops bouncing around on the floor before splorking to attack were bad enough, but the gingerbread-turned-gingerdread were going to give her nightmares for weeks.
As one friend put it, it was as if that nasty nith doll Billy had mated with a gingerbread man, and these were the offspring. The evil-looking faces were bad enough, but the way they moved was what really bothered her. They were just plain ... creepy.
Eventually, of course, she finished clearing them out and returned to Candice.
"There's naught but crumbs left, lass, which gi'es me an idea. There's nae way ye'd want tae risk anyone's health wi' th' remains, but what aboot building summat wi' 'em?"
"You mean like gingerbread houses and the like? But they'd be too crumbly!"
"Well, ye see, lass, since it won't get eaten, there's stuff that we could do tae firm it up a lot, an' use it as building blocks an' the like. Much like what we do wi' th' dwarven battle bread or th' sturdy fruitcake folks like tae throw around. If we use th' right hardening agents, it will keep th' color, but be a lot sturdier."
"Just think, a whole building block set with the gingerbread texture, and some of my sweets as decorations ..."
Her next stop, as visions of gingerbread still danced in her head, was to check on her daily gift from Santa Glug.
That is when Mum was forcibly reminded that some visions could not be un-seen, some sounds could never be un-heard.
There she was, cooing happily over the lovely 3-layer cake she had received, while eyeing someone's new Cardin Ward snowglobe enviously, when she was startled by an loud screech coming from several feet above her.
Oh dear sweet Bristlebane. It was her friend the (frequently) love-sick ogress, and she had Santa Glug dead in her sights.
Much like someone who knows a raid is about to end in a catastrophic wipe-out, she couldn't resist standing there and watching in horrified fascination. She should turn away and flee while she had the chance, but some perverse part of her made her stand there, rooted.
The ogress wanted antlers. After all, folks had been mislabeling her "horny" for years, so she wanted to get some horns to see what all the fuss was about.
However, Santa Glug had already given her a hat as her random gift for the day, and he wasn't about to break his 1 gift per day rule. She tried begging, she tried pleading, she tried threatening. Santa would not be moved.
Finally, with a gleam in her eyes, she patted her green mohawk, gave a big gap-tusked grin, and started ... to sing.
Santa baby, slip some antlers under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
If such a sultry, if off-key voice, wasn't bad enough, the shimmying, bumping and grinding of such scantily-clad green ogress was, if anything, worse than the creepy gingerdreads! By the time she reached the third verse, poor Santa was showing signs of cracking.
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Frostfell list
Boo doo bee doo
"AIYEEEEEEEE!" Norrathian landspeed records were shattered, along with a several pairs of eardrums, as Santa fled in terror, leaving behind his bag of presents.
Quick as a wink, the unwanted hat was stuffed into the deserted bag, and her large green fingers had snatched up a pair of wearable antlers.
"NOW 'Granna is horny ogress!"
Where was the eyeball bleach when you needed it?
Mum knew that experimentation on weapons and armor was all the craze, but she really couldn't see the reasoning behind the option to experiment with ornamentation until she gave the new crafted candy weapons a second and third look. After all, it really wouldn't hurt anything if she got fumbled-fingered and destroyed a candy-striped weapon meant mostly as a costume prop ...
After a bit of research, she found that they could hold a minor essence, giving them a bit of extra colored sparkle. Naturally, this once again side-tracked her from her idea of a "quick" overview of the new Frostfell goodies, and it was quite a while later when she surfaced from her experimentations.
Sometimes her days went from odd, to odder.
"Mum! Mum! I've just come up with the greatest anti-theft invention for your candy jar! It will be a perfect Frostfell gift ... once I fix the bugs with it, that is!"
"Oh, aye, Gnorma-lass? Please tell me it is nae like th' last one an' prone tae exploding. I want th' candy an' the jar tae stay in one piece."
"Oh, no worries there at all. This one is, um, will be, perfectly safe for the candy and the jar, and just cause some slight discomfort to the would-be thief."
"An' how slight is slight, lass?"
"Well, you see, I've managed to apply this miniature likeness of you holding the Rolling Pin of Doom onto the cookie jar, and when a would-be-thief tries to reach for the jar, your likeness animates and raps their knuckles with the RPoD.
Mum paused for a moment, having flashbacks to the animated ginger dread men from earlier in the day.
"An' can it tell friend from foe? An' will it stop at jus' a single rap o' th' knuckles?"
"Well, um. Not yet, but it will! I'm about to go try with prototype number 734 now and I'm sure I've got it right this time!"
Great, now she was going to have nightmares about ginger dread men battling miniature versions of herself, while a warbling ogress bumped and shimmied as a cheering section.
Merry Frostfell indeed!
Frostfell 2012 is upon us! I may be incoherently running around like a chicken with my neck cut off, but I haven't forgotten about this eagerly-awaited holiday!
First and foremost - this event will be available after the patch on the morning of December 13, 2012 and will run until 7am Pacific on January 10, 2013
Now that we have that out of the way, on to the stuff that is new this year!
The house items:
|Giant Cinnamint Swirl
||Giant Blue Raspberry Taffy Stick
||Giant Vanilla Taffy Stick
Giant Cherry Taffy Stick
|Giant Green Apple Sour
||Giant Vanilla Ball
|Giant Butterscotch Ball
||Frostfell Steamed Green Beans
||Frostfell Soup Toureen
|Classic Frostfell Mug
||Candy-Striped Frostfell Mug
||Baked Gingerbread Tile
|Baked Gingerbread Short Column
||Baked Gingerbread Tall Column
||Baked Gingerbread Tall Divider
|Baked Gingerbread Half Block
||Baked Gingerbread Short Divider
||Baked Gingerbread Rail
|Baked Gingerbread Rounded Tile
||Baked Gingerbread Stair
||Baked Gingerbread Block
|Festive Frostfell Snowflake Garland
||Regal Frostfell Snowflake Garland
The wearables - note that you can experiment on the weapons if you like, and add a minor particle effect.
|Candy-Striped Crook, Candy-Striped Cudgel|
|Candy-Striped Sword of Death, Candy-Striped Crook of Death,
Candy-Striped Cudgel of Death|
|Cool-Mint Bow, Cool-Mint Crook, Cool-Mint Cudgel, Cool-Mint Shiv,
Cool-Mint Sword |
|Candy-Striped Bow of Gloom, Candy-Striped Crook of Gloom, |
Candy-Striped Cudgel of Gloom, Candy-Striped Shiv of Gloom
|White Woolen Scarf, Brown Woolen Scarf, Red Woolen Scarf|
Phew! I hope you're not already tired of the eye-candy, as there's more for you! Again, this is only the items that are new this year, not all the fabulous items that are returning from past years.
|Vengeful Minstrel's Chimes
||Vengeful Minstrel's Harp
||Vengeful Minstrel's Drum
|Ornate Icy Brazier
||Hart of Ice
|Frostfell Storm Wings (300 tokens)
|Purple and Gold Oblong Bauble
||Tiered Frostfell Cake
||Cardin Ward Snowglobe
||Antonican Stag Antlers
||Bucket of Icy Snowballs - (harvest
no-zone snowballs from it!)
In addition, Santa gives out two Dungeon Maker activators: a Gingersnap Activator and a Santa Glug Activator
The quests from last year are returning, and many of them have a new reward option. In addition, there is one totally new quest, "Merry Mischief", from a lady-halfling located near the Frostfell Stove & Keg in the Frostfell Wonderland Village.
|Peppermint Candy Crown
"Frostfell Candy Grab" - Enormous prize
|Gleeful Gingerbread Man
|Burnt Gingerdread Man
"The Tale of the Gigglegibber Grump"
|Blue Snowflake Scarf
"The Giftgiver's Dilemma"
"An Exalting Experience!"
|Festive Frostfell Antlers
"A Gigglegibber's work is never done"
|Pucker Pink Gumdrop
|Tangy Orange Gumdrop
|Blizzard Blue Gumdrop
Additionally, the "A Frostfell Favor" quest offers a new choice of a 10 charge "Petamorph Wand: Icemane Lion". "Merry Mischief", in addition to the gumdrop fluff pets mentioned above, has 2 activators amidst the reward choices: Crumbles and Chocolate Chanter.
That's all for now! Merry Frostfell, everyone!