A whole new World
Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 12:29 pmAfter just dinging 19, I started venturing North of Loch Modan and into the Wetlands. Being a recent player who was made to level boost by his friends, I had never been to this place before. After mucking about a bit and running back to Loch Modan, I met a Hordie and tasted my first ganking experience ever.
Leaving the sweet but sad memory behind, I ran South, The guard at the gate leading to Searing Gorge stopped me from going further. My curiosity peaked; I had never been to this zone before. I was talking to the guard when a level 49 Priest showed up behind me. What you are about to read next is definitely the best WoW moment I have ever had to date.
The friendly stranger asked if I would like to go on an adventure. I hesitated, filled with excitement and doubt. I decided to take up on his offer, and lo -- the gate swung open for both of us. As I trailed behind my unlikely escort, I marveled at the unfolding scenery beyond the the tunnel. The simple thrill of being where I was not supposed to be gripped me with delight.
It was a barren landscape, void of trees and water. The stout priest paced himself, stopping at interval as he expounded on the history of the land -- stories lost to me as I caved into peer pressure many months back. Our conversation was punctuated by powerful, dangerous creatures creeping along our footsteps. Seeing my mace missing five times in a row was both hilarious and humbling. I have a long way to go.
Eventually, we reached an outcrop overlooking The Cauldron. I could see, in the distance, hovels upon dirt; wooden cranes towering over crudely built settlements.
"What goes here? Orcs enslaving people?", I asked
"Not orcs. Dwarves. The Dark Iron."
"I've seen some of them!"
"Yes indeed. Now, do you want to see the place of joyous hell, or perilous haven?"
"The latter sounds exciting, but both are not much different I guess."
"You are more correct than you think."
As we were leaving the rock, some Alliance rider came behind us and muttered some cursed words. He must have wondered what on Earth I was doing here, and how long I would last atop this treacherous soil. I would not blame him. The entire experience was still surreal to me at this point.
We then climbed some more rocks and fought some more nasty spiders. Just as I cast my Blessing of Freedom shake a snare off my companion, a sudden jolt came though my back. Before I knew it, I was dead on the ground. A skull level Hordie in red coat revealed himself. The priest pleaded with him, but held his hands. The end came swiftly. Though I had mentally prepared myself as I saw the Alliance flag turn on, the action was chilling. A sense of hopelessness briefly washed over me as I ran towards my cold, dead body. But the priest was calm, and there was strength in his whispers. Death was but a stepping stone in our journey.
Determined, we rezzed and rezzed again as we made our way onwards. I had since lost my bearings, but we were suddenly on an outcrop again. This time, there was a brief, but vicious battle between two Alliance and four Hordies. When the dust settled, the Priest pointed out to me an NPC who was, supposedly, a dragon. As I listened to his narration of the quest this character had put him through, I could not help but worry that our chatter up here would attract the attention of those baddies down there. Alas, they did not look up, and we left the outcrop safely.
The pace quickened as we snuck past another Hordie and his pet. I was primed for a fight, but nothing happened. The priest exclaimed that some Hordies are kind, others blind, but mostly the latter. As I chuckled, the guards of the neutral Thorium Brotherhood came into view. The scenery was foreboding, with skeletons strewn about your every step. Nonchalantly, the priest led me up the tower overlooking the area. The rocky landscape and hazy air was at once beautiful and dreadful from up high.
My companion was about to reveal the history of the Dwarves when a faint figure materialized in front of my eyes. I braced myself, but the stealthy Hordie went straight after the priest. Death was swift to him. The assassin turned his gaze towards me. I instinctively stepped back. Suddenly, the Hordie paused. His cowardice had caught the attention of a nearby guard. I watched with glee as he retreated under hot pursuit.
I might not be able to touch anything in this zone, but my ability to resurrect remained powerful. Alas, our celebration was short-lived. Two more Hordies stormed up the tower and, before I could do anything, threw a crushing blow onto my fellow dwarf. Again, the killer turned towards me. But I was prepared. I stepped back, stomaching a critical hit from his dart. Then, just as my hunter inched forward, I cast a bubble and fell straight down.
I staggered towards the nearest Thorium Brotherhood guard, who stood dutifully neutral amidst this carnage. A gasp escaped my mouth as another skull Hordie rode in front of me. Those were tense seconds. This Hordie apparently decided that it was too much trouble for a small fry and let me be. But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, something caught the edge of my vision. The Hordie who killed my guide jumped downed from above, primed for murder. He stood erect, loaded his bow in leisure, and snuffed out my insignificant life with a single shot.
My frazzled, ghostly presence hovered about the nearby flight point impatiently. What was going to happen next? How could I reclaim my fallen body with all these Hordies roaming about? Just as I was losing all hope, the next amazing thing happened in front of my eyes. Three Alliance heroes dismounted right next to me, and proceeded to give those bad Hordies some deserved greetings. As the last Hordie fell, I jumped in joy, and came back to life next to my whole priest once more. We bid farewell as I took a flight back to Loch Modan. It was like coming back from a dream in a summer afternoon.
Needless to say, that was the most beautiful, thrilling, and entertaining WoW experience. High level players, take someone out for a ride sometimes. Game companies fold and servers die, but you may just make a mark on someone's life.
Leaving the sweet but sad memory behind, I ran South, The guard at the gate leading to Searing Gorge stopped me from going further. My curiosity peaked; I had never been to this zone before. I was talking to the guard when a level 49 Priest showed up behind me. What you are about to read next is definitely the best WoW moment I have ever had to date.
The friendly stranger asked if I would like to go on an adventure. I hesitated, filled with excitement and doubt. I decided to take up on his offer, and lo -- the gate swung open for both of us. As I trailed behind my unlikely escort, I marveled at the unfolding scenery beyond the the tunnel. The simple thrill of being where I was not supposed to be gripped me with delight.
It was a barren landscape, void of trees and water. The stout priest paced himself, stopping at interval as he expounded on the history of the land -- stories lost to me as I caved into peer pressure many months back. Our conversation was punctuated by powerful, dangerous creatures creeping along our footsteps. Seeing my mace missing five times in a row was both hilarious and humbling. I have a long way to go.
Eventually, we reached an outcrop overlooking The Cauldron. I could see, in the distance, hovels upon dirt; wooden cranes towering over crudely built settlements.
"What goes here? Orcs enslaving people?", I asked
"Not orcs. Dwarves. The Dark Iron."
"I've seen some of them!"
"Yes indeed. Now, do you want to see the place of joyous hell, or perilous haven?"
"The latter sounds exciting, but both are not much different I guess."
"You are more correct than you think."
As we were leaving the rock, some Alliance rider came behind us and muttered some cursed words. He must have wondered what on Earth I was doing here, and how long I would last atop this treacherous soil. I would not blame him. The entire experience was still surreal to me at this point.
We then climbed some more rocks and fought some more nasty spiders. Just as I cast my Blessing of Freedom shake a snare off my companion, a sudden jolt came though my back. Before I knew it, I was dead on the ground. A skull level Hordie in red coat revealed himself. The priest pleaded with him, but held his hands. The end came swiftly. Though I had mentally prepared myself as I saw the Alliance flag turn on, the action was chilling. A sense of hopelessness briefly washed over me as I ran towards my cold, dead body. But the priest was calm, and there was strength in his whispers. Death was but a stepping stone in our journey.
Determined, we rezzed and rezzed again as we made our way onwards. I had since lost my bearings, but we were suddenly on an outcrop again. This time, there was a brief, but vicious battle between two Alliance and four Hordies. When the dust settled, the Priest pointed out to me an NPC who was, supposedly, a dragon. As I listened to his narration of the quest this character had put him through, I could not help but worry that our chatter up here would attract the attention of those baddies down there. Alas, they did not look up, and we left the outcrop safely.
The pace quickened as we snuck past another Hordie and his pet. I was primed for a fight, but nothing happened. The priest exclaimed that some Hordies are kind, others blind, but mostly the latter. As I chuckled, the guards of the neutral Thorium Brotherhood came into view. The scenery was foreboding, with skeletons strewn about your every step. Nonchalantly, the priest led me up the tower overlooking the area. The rocky landscape and hazy air was at once beautiful and dreadful from up high.
My companion was about to reveal the history of the Dwarves when a faint figure materialized in front of my eyes. I braced myself, but the stealthy Hordie went straight after the priest. Death was swift to him. The assassin turned his gaze towards me. I instinctively stepped back. Suddenly, the Hordie paused. His cowardice had caught the attention of a nearby guard. I watched with glee as he retreated under hot pursuit.
I might not be able to touch anything in this zone, but my ability to resurrect remained powerful. Alas, our celebration was short-lived. Two more Hordies stormed up the tower and, before I could do anything, threw a crushing blow onto my fellow dwarf. Again, the killer turned towards me. But I was prepared. I stepped back, stomaching a critical hit from his dart. Then, just as my hunter inched forward, I cast a bubble and fell straight down.
I staggered towards the nearest Thorium Brotherhood guard, who stood dutifully neutral amidst this carnage. A gasp escaped my mouth as another skull Hordie rode in front of me. Those were tense seconds. This Hordie apparently decided that it was too much trouble for a small fry and let me be. But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, something caught the edge of my vision. The Hordie who killed my guide jumped downed from above, primed for murder. He stood erect, loaded his bow in leisure, and snuffed out my insignificant life with a single shot.
My frazzled, ghostly presence hovered about the nearby flight point impatiently. What was going to happen next? How could I reclaim my fallen body with all these Hordies roaming about? Just as I was losing all hope, the next amazing thing happened in front of my eyes. Three Alliance heroes dismounted right next to me, and proceeded to give those bad Hordies some deserved greetings. As the last Hordie fell, I jumped in joy, and came back to life next to my whole priest once more. We bid farewell as I took a flight back to Loch Modan. It was like coming back from a dream in a summer afternoon.
Needless to say, that was the most beautiful, thrilling, and entertaining WoW experience. High level players, take someone out for a ride sometimes. Game companies fold and servers die, but you may just make a mark on someone's life.
