Mar 20th 2012 9:39PM As a resto Druid, if locks got perma-metamorphosis, it would make me slightly sad. Not jealous that you have a perma form, but sad that you won't see your armor in competative environments :)
Mar 20th 2012 8:23PM Sylvanas walked around the... old God ally that was seemingly dead. In this time-twisted world, most everything was dead, and Sylvanas could tell that she was dead. Well, more dead than usual. Suddenly, Bronze lightning raced up and down the creature's tentacles, bringing it back to life! One tentacle grabbed her and pulled her into its maw.
She easily survived the fall, quickly noticing her surroundings. Immediately she saw another, much smaller Old God~esque being. Somehow she knew that this was Warlord Zon'ozz. "You will pay for what you have done, heathen!" she shouted. The creature shrieked in some unintelligible language, prompting her to fire off arrows at it. They bounced off the creature's tough skin, barely phasing it.
Furious, Zon'ozz conjured a void of unmaking, firing it at Sylvanas. Ignoring the seemingly minor threat. Sylvanas lunged around it. But the void was not to be trifled with, and bent around, hitting her squarely in the back. "Bastard!" she yelled.
Zon'ozz was not done with her yet, however, and fired another one at her, also cursing her with dark magics. Sylvanas immediately knew about the curse, familiar with what one feels like, and thought how to retaliate. All during this, she fired a steady stream of arrows at Zon'ozz.
But the Warlord knew that his foe was adept at archery, and craftily altered the void when he had conjured it. When it got close to Sylvanas, it sucked her bow out of her hands, disarming her. "You believe I can not hold my own in the fray? You have made a foolish mistake." she whispered to herself.
Curse still upon her, it was taking its toll on her, slowing her and eating at her life. She conjured a banshee servant out of the twisting agonized souls that drifted in this black world, and just as it came into existence, she twisted it. By using a clever trick she devised, Sylvanas transferred her curse onto the banshee, who quickly succumbed.
Sylvanas leapt to Zon'ozz, drawing her swords in the air. Landing on a spike on his carapace, also impaling him on her weapons. She could feel her life depleting... Slowly dying. She focused all her will, and ripped her spirit from her body. Summoning ghoul minions, she finished the beast off in a dark ritual.
Gathering her strength back, Sylvanas repossessed her body, damaged as it was, healing it with dark magic.
Mar 18th 2012 2:23PM I believe that nobody will be living in Southshore for a long time. In one of the quests I did on my baby forsaken, when you bring back the readings for the plague amount, the quest giver is surprised you are still in a solid form. So unless we get the Druids to clean it, it will take years, maybe decades for it to clear up.
Mar 13th 2012 6:26AM Personally I am overjoyed at the silhouette that they gave us! I do like my female characters to have some muscle, or at least not be a twig, and I love that the males aren't pumped up on steroids like most of the other races :) Bouncy ftw! (does this mean a pandaren rogue could jump off the LM in Arathi Basin and take like 5% of their health as damage?)
Mar 12th 2012 8:54PM Heh, reminds me of the ending to Wowcrendor's How to win at PvP 2.
"Okay, so we're going to cc the healer and burst down the... Aw crap, they got a paladin. I quit."
Mar 12th 2012 8:50PM Thanks for mentioning my story! It's neck and neck, hopefully Jaina wins, because she can snare and blink away from the warrior, plus she is smart enough to at least acknowledge the totem and shattering tactics! Jaina ftw!
Mar 5th 2012 7:44PM Hi! Guess I'll put a quick note up here, I'm Vaniya and I play on both Elune and Wyrmrest Accord, and any time in the past you've seen the name Vaniya on these, it's me :P Story Time!
Arcurion stood outside the double doors, unsure how he got to be there, when an arguing duo of a Worgen and Undead rushed past him, breaking down the door. Arcurion shot a bolt of frost magic at them, but it dissipated in a small flash of light. The pair, still unaware of him, shouted "Godfrey! You will pay for your crimes!"
Lord Godfrey, disturbed from his work, looked over and swiftly shot at the two. They were flung out of the room, past Arcurion, who was walking into the room. After he passed the threshold, a bronze shield covered his only exit. Godfrey turned towards the Ascendant, saying "More interruptions? This will not stand!" he fired a round of cursed bullets at Arcurion, who leapt out of the way. In response, Arcurion fired a Hand of Frost at Godfrey, grabbing his throat.
"Insolent wretch!" Godfrey cried as he flung Arcurion with inhuman strength away from him. Arcurion, angered, called upon his magic and summoned forth his elemental minions. Not pleased, Godfrey raised a small army of ghouls, which went to attack. After seeing his minions dispatched of, Arcurion said "You shall not survive today, Mage!" and conjured up a Torrent of Frost, cutting down swathes of the undead.
"I can do that too." stated Godfrey calmly, aiming his pistols at Arcurion. While running from the barrage of dark bullets, Arcurion formed an icy prison around Godfrey, trapping him in place. Walking smugly to the now frozen man, Arcurion charged up a massive spell. "Guess we know who is stronger." said Arcurion.
Right as the spell shattered his prison, Godfrey blinked past Arcurion, shooting him in the back of his head, killing him instantly. "Guess we do." said Godfrey. And at that moment, Sylvanas fired seven arrows into his black heart. "That's for killing be, you bastard."
Mar 4th 2012 8:04AM For me, I always love the Temple of the Moon, but recently trying out the Horde, it's kinda hard to hear ;) but the music of SMC and Everson Woods is amazing.
Feb 27th 2012 7:41PM Asira crouches behind the arm bone of the massive dragon, eyes following Thrall and the adventurers as they fought through the cultist lackeys. Then, her target, a red drake, flies into view. She takes a running start and jumps towards the drake. As she is gliding through the air, the drake stops, and its scales turns bronze as Asira falls into a portal. "That was easy..." mumbled Chromie.
Asira falls through the bronze timeway, landing deftly on the scorched ground. "What the.." she muses, then a giant pit lord catches her attention. "Some help would be appreciated, stranger!" cried a night elf with a blindfold on. He was fighting, somehow, the pit lord without being hit.
Before Asira can make sense of this, another elf cries "For Azshara! for our Queen!" Varo'then runs at her, sword held high. Leaping out of the way, Asira throws one of her enchanted daggers at Varo'then, binding his tongue with magic.
Varo'then and Asira trade blows for a while, and soon she has him on his knees. Mustering all his strength, Varo'then casts off Asira's hex, shouting "Mannoroth! Aid me!" The demon opened a portal, from which waves of lesser demons poured forth from.
"Damn." Asira cried. Seeing Varo'then trying to stand, she cut him down swiftly. By that time, the demons had reached her, and in return she used a fan of knives to cut swathes of them down. Mannoroth, still dealing with Illidan, sent two Nazrethim to deal with her once and for all. They landed a ways from her, and channeled their dark and debilitating magic on her. Being the skilled assassin she was, Asira knew she would fall in a matter of seconds if she did nothing.
So she threw her daggers, the last weapons on her, at them. The projectiles struck home, and the nazrethim burst into clouds of dark energy. But Asira was running out of options. Still, demons poured through the portal, so she grabbed Varo'then's crackling sword from the ground and began cutting down the demons. Reaching the portal, she disrupted its focus by using the enchanted sword.
At that moment, she heard a cry from behind her. Turning to look, she saw Illidan flyin through the air, falling quite far away. "Illidan!" cried the previously unseen night elven woman, as she dashed to his aid. "I guess it comes down to you and me then." said Asira, turning her attention to the pit lord.
Letting loose a war cry, Asira hurled the blade at Mannoroth, Landing a direct hit. "AAAUUGGHH!" cried Mannoroth. Growing tired of the Rabble, he summoned a firestorm of fel energy, pretending to focus all his attention on maintaining it. In reality, as Asira bobbed and weaved from the firestorm, Mannoroth was cleverly opening a connection to the Twisting Nether.
Grabbing her daggers from the twisted armor of the nazrethim, Asira formed a plan in her head. Silence the oaf when he was done, drop a smoke bomb, and cut his oversized throat. Simple was often the best. What she wasn't expecting was, when the fire cleared, another army of demons was waiting for her. Shit. She dropped a smoke bomb, Planning to flee from the scene. But when she went to run, she found a surprise. There was the pit lord's hand, a split second from grabbing her. Her last thought was of how she never got the payment for the last job.
Mannoroth wiped the elf blood n' bits off his hand on the grass. Ready to take over the world now, he turned his attention to the elves he had earlier lost track of. They had just finished slaughtering his army. The female cried "Goddess, guide my arrows!" and fired at him. The arrows, while not fatal, distracted him from the other elf, who cut his connection to the portal in the well. "Noooooooooooo!!!!!!" he cried as he was pulled into the well.
A voice, rather dragon sounding, whispered in his ear "take the Druid with you!" and so Mannoroth's last act on Azeroth was taking Malfurion with him to the Nether. Let's hope he doesn't make it back. Knaak on wood. (Knaak pun courtesy of Ask a Faction Leader: Chromie)
Feb 20th 2012 9:26PM I ask that we bring back Tyrande. Not that arm candy in Darnassus, but the strong woman from WC3! Or I'd be happy if they brought back Cairne and/or Magni, but that would cause a mess...