For Gnomeregan! It's time for battle!
by Robin Torres 
May 22nd 2010 at 6:00PM
Hey! My name is Kixi and I'm subbing for Peenk this meeting. I'm her cousin and ... well ... yeah, I'm dead. I guess "undead" is the appropriate term. Whatever. I "died" during that whole Gnomeregan fiasco and then had to do chores for the Lich King for a bit, but now I'm back to help avenge my unlife! Or something. I don't quite get this life/death thing anymore. It used to be so clear! But I'm rambling.
And that's something that's been going on too long here. Rambling. Many of you are out there ... training ... not hanging around in bed in Teldrassil inns. Ahem. But we've still been lax. So Peenk has made me her Person In Charge Of Training, or PICOT. I guess that's some sort of stitch or other. So I'm a stitch in time!
Polite laughter is appropriate here.
Anyway. I want to see what you can do. You need to show me your fighting skills. So meet me in front of Ironforge at 9 p.m. tonight ((11 p.m. EDT, 8 p.m. PDT)) for some organized one-on-one combat.
And why don't you go around the room and tell me about your greatest combat achievement.
/facepalm
Don't all talk at once.
Please join us by telling us a PvP encounter (real or imagined), a close battle with a quest mob or something else of interest while staying in character. If you are new, why have you joined the army? All the World's a Stage is a great resource and this guest post by Anna is a must-read for making new characters.
Filed under: RP
Reader Comments (Page 1 of 2)
Deathknighty May 22nd 2010 6:22PM
How weird, I just alt-tabbed out of Gnomer. *scratches*
Bobury May 22nd 2010 6:52PM
I, Razzell, has had a great combat achievment. (Or something like that)
My task was to clear out a place called, Razorfen Downs. I had a whole group prepared. There was just the just of clearing the spiral, Glutton, and Amnennar the Coldbringer. Right after Glutton's Demise, Everybody besides me, and a paladin specialized as retribution, left the group. So, it was left for me and the paladin to clear it. Both of us, just the two of us, defeated all the undead there, up to Amnennar. Right before engaging Amnennar in combat, a warlock came and helped us. We three, killed Amnennar the Coldbringer, and collected our rewards. Never underestimate the power of a mage, warlock, and a paladin specialized in retribution.
((This is based off of a true story, that happend to me a week ago.))
Jack Miles May 23rd 2010 7:41AM
There, proof if you still need it. Great enemies working together to achieve something greater.
*Paid for by the Warlock, Archmage, and Retribution League of Cool, Kickass, Suber-Uber-Collective Killings.
Ziggi May 22nd 2010 6:52PM
I have killed a total of 223 Horde scum in these days since I have joined the Gnomeregan initiative.
It sucks though, because I still don't feel anything from the Naaru.
Maybe I hsould go kill more cretins to redeem myself?
Travieso May 22nd 2010 6:59PM
I'd like to present this article as evidence that housewives should be nowhere near computers.
Ziggi May 22nd 2010 7:00PM
The cool breeze tousled her hair and resulted in the fragile figure oulling her hodd over her eyes. She had not planed this and oh! how she loathed the water, but she could not handle it anymore.
She had to find them.
The ship moved swiftly through the water, like a knife cutting through butter, though not as smoothly. The girl sat on a crate pushed up against one wall of the boat, and she wondered what this 'Auberdine' was. She had never seen anything beyond Goldshire, yet she had heard tales of lands boasting terrible beauty.
Nothing could compare to her Draenor though.
The wind, which was now blowing more violently, tore the hood from the girl's head, revealing horns. No one looked twice at the horns, except one child, who stared. She was the only one with horns on the boat, yet everyone acted like it was normal. They must be used to them, she reasoned. There must be others out there like me.
This thought spurred her faith, so much so that she almost felt excited to be on the water.
Almost.
Anoushka May 22nd 2010 7:08PM
Hello, there - can you help me? I need...
Hello, sir, I was wondering...
Hello, please stop for a moment? Ah, thank you. I am sorry, everyone is always so hurrying past me. Yes, I am trying to get back to Exodar and was wondering if you could do magic portal thing for me? I will gladly pay you...yes, I know I can just get on boat at the end of dock. You don't understand. It goes across water. I have to be on it when it does this. Up, down, side to side...and then I have to come back on it with elekk.
No, no, please don't go - I pay you five gold! Ten! Fifteen?
This is getting difficult --
Hello! I was wondering if you...
Nobody understands.
totemdeath May 22nd 2010 7:17PM
From the journal of Phylimia
It has only been a few short weeks since that fateful encounter with the little warrior that has changed my life, at least in the near term. It seems like a lifetime thoiugh. I have since left the islands that I was sure would be my home, all flushed with victory upon the dispatching of Sironas. Well, even a Draenei over 300 years old can still learn a thing or two. I've gotten to know our new allies by helping them run errands and kill various creatures in the Eastern Kingdoms. It has been both exhilirating and tiring. I've had a series of waking nightmares where I'm flung into unknown places and have to fight my way through fearsome foes. The strangest was a giant walking cow that thought he was a pirate. I later found out they are called Taurens, and for the most part they are revered as fierce warriors, cunning hunters, and wise sages. I look forward to testing both my knowledge of the elements and my prowess in combat agianst them.
I recently was tasked with checking out Gnomeregan with 4 others to assess the situation in general. Whatever happened there, it was catastophic. I am amazed any gnomes got of that place alive and with their sanity intact. The place is overrun with troggs and gnomes that see troggs everywhere, even where none exist. The whole place stinks with a smell thats indescriable. It was a difficult trek, but we made our way to the bottom of the city, where we found none other than Thermaplugg. We destroyed his vehicle, though we think he got away, for now. He now knows he is no longer inverunable, and his days as ruler of that toxic-laden city is now numbered.
Hollow Leviathan May 22nd 2010 7:53PM
This article convinced me that the battle to retake Gnomeregan was upon us.
:(
Marc May 23rd 2010 3:49AM
Unfortunately, me too ..... stupid bloody article anyway.
Snurdred May 22nd 2010 8:43PM
Oi believe "reliving" is the word you are looking for. It's wot I prefer. As fer combat, Oi carry 'round a stack o' Scarlet Crusader skulls. Can't say fairer that that, eh?
Ciaran May 22nd 2010 8:59PM
I found myself in the Pig and Whistle tavern just the other day. I woke up in the cellar with the second worst headache I've ever had, covered in blood and clinging on to this tankard like there was no tommorow.
...and by the Makers I wish there hadn't been...
I'd had no idea how I'd gotten there, of course, but nothing rattles this old veteran. In fact, I'd woken up much the same way before, because if there's one thing my gran'pappy taught me, is that you never want to wake up in your workshop with a hangover. That's how good ol' Felix Filchwhistle finally snapped... Did I ever tell you about him?
... right, right, the mug. I'm old, not deaf.
Right well supposedly I'd knocked Bartelby the drunk out cold and pried this mug out of his hands. He certainly didn't want to part with it, it seems... Anyhow, there he was at the bar again, with two black eyes, swearing into his ale... And the warrior... Barry Hurlguard? These humans have such confusing names... What were we talking about?
Right, well, he taught me a brand new fightin' stance and everything.
Thing is... I've forgotten it all...
Ciaran May 22nd 2010 9:00PM
*the old gnome goes on to ramble at anyone else who will listen*
Isis May 22nd 2010 10:45PM
((Singepaw - NE Druid))
In the Gulch - again
I've captured their flag twice
Sitting on Ironman
Waiting in their tunnel
Enemy everywhere
Here comes the team
Going for the flag
Our rogue gets there first
Shucks - a win is a win
Roots entangle the warrior
Natures energy sustains our rogue halfway down the field
Mana is getting low!
Damn warlocks have cut down our flag carrier
I grab the flag before they can
Fast as a plains cat I run
Where are my heals?
In our tunnel now
Sprinting for the finish
Sweet victory - Ironman
Wanna medal?
Many fights still to come
Nerdwinkle May 22nd 2010 10:52PM
Hi, there! I'm not new, but I'm new to your world. Thanks to my Ranged Multidimensional Translocationalyser, I've recently arrived from a parallel universe. It's interesting, everything is almost everywhere exactly the same, then I'll come across something that is totally biro! One thing that's the same though . . . For Gnomeregan!
Ardelx May 23rd 2010 4:09AM
Aelqwn,
Thank you for the tail warmers, extemely welcome in cold wintery Dalaran, inform Exodar that the gnomes are restless, rumors abound that there will be an attempt to retake Gnomergan. They are flighty and are likely to bring more dsasters upon themselves and the dwarves than they can imagine.
i hear that Narel was caught breaking into the inn and found happliy drunk on some punch. The authorities should send him to Bloodmyst or Silvermyst to toughen him up.
As always may the light be with you.
Ardelx
PS enclosed is 2 gold for the tail warmers - can you sned another six for the same price.
Angidget May 23rd 2010 5:31AM
Tales of battle --- closing her eyes, breathing deep slowly the gnome finds her inner peace. I am a warlock but I do not relish the darkness of the challenges before me, nor do I relish bringing the death to another. I tolerate such actions because it is my calling to help my brethren and our allies to free our home and bring (hopefully) lasting peace to Azeroth.
Regardless of my reluctance to use magicks for battle I have had many opportunities to hone my skills in an effort toward self preservation. Two major battles truly tested my skills.
First, the troggs that have taken residence in the Dwarvish province of Loch Modan. Not far from Thelsamar the leader Grawmug and his thugs Brawler and Gnasher squat in a cave planning for attack. I was sent in to bring them down! And bring them down I did! That is, I did, with the help of a few healthstones, my soulstone and my minion Konrath. Their threat no longer looms over the good people in Thelsamar.
Second, in the human province of Westfall in a Defias run town called Moonbrook, deep underground rests the body of Edwin Van Cleef... his head I placed in a bag and delivered it to the Militia leader there. This battle victory does not solely belong to me, I had the aide of a druid, warrior, priest and hunter... and of course my minion Quzbis. Van Cleef was brought down and his terror is no longer threatening Westfall. Hopefully a plan to retake Moonbrook is coming soon.
There are other smaller battles in my effort to contain the darkness that threatens each time I summon my minions. But that is too personal to talk. Know only that I have been successful thus far.
moirafae May 23rd 2010 6:59AM
Dearest Mum and Dad,
Hope this finds you well since my last letter. I received the socks and butter brittle you sent. Tell Aunt Nella that the brittle was much appreciated by both me and several of the new friends I have made on the road. As much as one can appreciate a delicious candy that cements your teeth together, that is! It is always lovely to get things from home, so I will look forward to the next time a parcel or letter finds me on the road.
As for my adventures, I am finally starting to see some interesting things beyond animal ... body part collection and message delivery. I've actually been to a few Explorer League digs and found a number of small relics. Not only that, but you'll hardly believe what I saw the other day!
I was sent out to discover what was happening at a rather mysterious lake. Upon cresting the hill to look out over it, I saw that on an island in the center of the lake was what seemed to be the immense, stone body of a horrible fallen god. It seemed to be speared in place for eternity by a glowing sword, and was surrounded by its twisted worshipers, all of whom seemed to be trying to fix on a way to revive their dark lord. I knew I had to stop what was happening.
Tobias and I fought our way through the evil devotees as stealthily as we could, and we managed to take their sacred text from a central altar while thinning their numbers considerably. We also were able to help a child of Cenarius escape from their camp where she had been trapped. The three of us were almost overwhelmed by a few of the remaining cultists as we made our getaway, but my new training in first aid kept Tobias alive, and we just managed our escape.
Please do not fear for me as I tell you this, because I survived, and I am now convinced that if I could survive that moment, I can handle anything ... Especially with my pets at my side! We are becoming a truly formidable force, thanks to all our new training. Also, I am so glad to be helping people in this way. The Cenarian was very kind and grateful for our help, and hopefully the information we brought out will help the locals rid the lake area of any lingering fanatics, as well as help to glean what they might be planning.
For the present, I continue to familiarize myself with the land of the Elves. However, I think soon I shall be visiting you, because I have heard of a dig not far to the southwest of our town that has been having some Trogg trouble. It sounds like a perfect use for my bow, and it will be good to see everyone again. I will try to send ahead when I come. Until then, take care and I will remain,
Your dutiful daughter,
Glynnys
D May 23rd 2010 7:32AM
It has been mere days since my comrades and I have killed the Lich King. My wounds have not healed and yet, have already left their scars. I feel as though I will never be warm again, so long have I battled in the frozen North.
All around me, I see the faces of my friends and they are filled with both weariness and relief. Relief that this menace has finally been defeated and we can return to the safety of our homes and loved ones. But the faces of my littlest friends, the Gnomes are not relieved. Their brows are creased with worry. I ask what is troubling them, so soon since our victory over the Lich King and they show me letter from their own loved one -- letters that say they are not safe -- that another war is brewing beneath the shattered remains of their home.
"Will you help?" they ask me. I look at them, so small and yet so brave. My friends, I cannot refuse. I turn towards the horizon, weary, scarred but glad I am still alive to help these people. This is not my world, nor my home but I will fight to the death to protect it.
For Gnomeregan!
AliFarstrider May 23rd 2010 9:56AM
*plays with the shortened end of one nearly missing ear* Greatest combat accomplishment huh? Well. Lesse...
I think the one thing I have always been the most proud of and considered a personal challenge was my first solo Devilsaur hunt. Now many might not see it as that, figure an old hat like me can just send in pet, fire off a serpent sting and poof its dead. But I wasn't always old nor experienced.
I tracked an Ironhide Devilsaur all around Un'goro Crater, stalked the thing like a cat stalks a mouse. I learned his habits, his trails,his pray's locations, and avoided everything he walked past. I waited for the perfect moment and sent Ferren, my nightsaber, in to start slashing at his ankles. It was going well, I'd chosen a fairly defensible location to shoot from and it was going so well...
Till the Tyrant Devilsaur showed up. Apparently I didn't follow Ironhide enough. It was hectic, terrafying, I'll admit to a few girlish screams, but in the end... Two devilsaurs, masters of their domain and unrivaled predictors in the natural world lay dead and at the mercy of my skinning knife. I had won...
*looks down at the night saber glaring at her* Ok ok WE won. I couldn't have done it without you buddy.
I still have their hides in my home, and after a hefty sum paid to some goblins, turned one skull into a lounge in my living room. Naturally Catman here thinks its his personal bed.
*Ferren yowls and snorts as if to say 'you're damn right*