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Amg... I'm so sorry. I hope someone sees this, but my parental control just kicked in (this wasn't planned, I think my parent have reduced it even further).

I'm really really sorry to the people who are up there, I hope you can all offer something to the Earthmother and finish the event.


Really sorry, again.


Naalo/Ghorana, on today's event.

Hi guys. Recently, I had trouble playing my shaman. Each time I logged on, I got a twinge of listlessness and didn't know what to do.
Thus, I have reduced my time playing on Ghorana, and am devoting a few days/weeks to a little dwarfette warrior rerolled on a french realm with a friend.

Thanks for understanding, and I will be back soon, because I have a guild event planned for us!

Hi folks. I'm an insufferable showoff with a massive ego to boot, so I like showing off what I've achieved in-game.
This thread is a small collection of screens of places I've reached, and which are sometimes so bizarre or beautiful or quirky that I felt like sharing them with you!

So, here goes.
Full credit to Blizzard for such a wonderfully bugged world.

A shattered door.


A cavern in a goblin town


Green mists and altar.


A friendly tauren ringing a bell


Plagued grass


A forcefield


No more money problems.


Glory!


Tea time in Silvermoon.


Glowing Omelette


The Arcane Dream


Draenei really are from space.


Netherspace Seashell


Floating Castles


Anomaly.


Mage Sanctum


HELP!


Heatwave


A Thorny Sky


Gladiators.


Candy Floss valley.


A zone of near-perfect symmetry.


Flying Horses?! What next?

[Ghorana]

Heya Orcs.
Just a copy-paste from the DB official forums. It will be on a Sunday, most likely.

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Before I left Earthen Ring, I had a hunting-themed event that I'd thought up, but never got round to creating it. So, here goes. (P.S: I'm assuming that it's the dry season in the Barrens for the lore behind this event).

*posted in Thunder Bluff, camp Taurajo, the Crossroads, Sunrock Retreat, camp Mojache, Freewind Post, Orgrimmar, Razor Hill, Sen'jin Village and Splintertree Post*

The months of fire's reign blaze in this season, as the other elements succumb to his burning majesty. For millenia, Orcs, Tauren and Trolls have practised the art of hunting in all kinds of environments, on different worlds. But as the sun scorches the land dry, do you have what it takes to bring back the biggest game?
The great hunt through the Barrens will be preceded by a small festival in Camp Taurajo to celebrate fire. Pyromancers, shamans, pyrotechnicians, ordinary folk are all welcome to come and show their respect for the fiercest of elements. After the Hunt, a ritual feast will be held in Thunderbluff with the Earthmother's blessed offering.

For sign-ups and logistics issues, please contact Ghorana Windaxe.

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~~OOC~~

• The date isn't decided yet, but it'll most certainly be on a Sunday afternoon.

If you sish to join after reading this, please send me an in-game letter, or post here and I'll toss you a calendar invite when the time comes round. (I will also say when this is on the forums.

Event Requirements:

- Sense of fun
- Knowing what RP is.

Optional, but would really help you, I reckon:  GHI add-on.


The first part of the event is a classic fire festival, where people drink, eat and show off their fire-related spells and gizmos, with some fireworks why not? And if some torch-jugglers are around, we can have a go at that, with a small dance to boot! Come dressed up if you can! This will take place in the afternoon for about 45 minutes to one hour, depending on attendance, at Camp Taurajo (middle Barrens)

The second part is a little less straightforward: the Hunt. Not everyone will want to join this IC'ly, so it'll be with less people; I reckon
People hunt in the Barrens, in an RP-way. (With all the fun of a real hunt, traps, chases, etc.). This is done in small groups of three or four, or even two, and all groups must bring back fresh carcasses of two of the following:

• A Zhevra buck.
• A Savannah lioness.
• A plainstrider female
• A raptor alpha male
• A hyena pack-leader

In addition, the groups can get together to subdue and bring back ALIVE:

• A woolly kodo matriarch
• A thunder-lizard male

Everyone will be in a raid, the channel of which will be completely IC, if you wish to share your hunting experience with others in the form of stories. How you hunt the animals is completely up to your group, be it on mounts, with traditional traps, guns'n'ammo, whatever. (plague will be frowned upon) Just meet up forty-five minutes to one hour later with the carcasses again in Camp Taurajo. Try and stay in the Barrens unless you IC'ly must go into neighbouring regions.
Try and aim for realism if you can: the dry season is the Barrens at it's most extreme, and I know many of you will be level 80, so don't just come back 5 minutes later with fourteen gazelles slung over your back and a stupid grin on your face. Pretend this is extreme.

The third part is a ritual feast, and speeches by those who attended the hunt/event. These take place in Taurajo at dusk. It is intended to show respect to the element of fire, as well as thanking the ancestors for the bountiful hunt. Then the event winds down, with a  second feast in Thunder Bluff (around the tier with the benches, in front of Cairne) for those wanting to stay a little longer.


Duration of the event... about 3 hours.


- Ghora, signing out. Please feed me back.

[19h00 (server time), Crossroads, Barrens.]

Ghorana tripped on a partly hidden root in the ochre earth, and swore ash she stumbled. She looked, pushed her thin grey hair out of her eyes. The summit wasn't far off. She glanced at her talbuk, tutting.

"Useless goat. I bet you're enjoying yourself, aren't ya, watching me toil up this earth-damned slope."

The young male, son of a proud lineage of Talbuks, looked at her for a moment, chewing on a root, then bayed as if he was laughing, and nuzzled her wrinkled hand. They struggled up the mountain, reaching the peak a few minutes later. There is was. The clearing with the little lake and the scraggly grass, hidden away from prying eyes. Quiet, peaceful and primal.
Exactly what she needed. She petted her mount on the neck, smiling tiredly.

"This will do fine, ye old goat. Now all I need is some young pups to help me carry the canvas and the timber up here."

Breathing deeply, she turned away and whistled out a long clear note into the setting sun. Eddies of wind picked up around her, whipping her hair and robes around. They strengthened, and soon the spirits of wind were gently carrying her down the mountainside. She looked back at her talbuk, who was baying nervously and pawing the edge of the ridge.

"Heh. Sorry. If you'd carried me up instead o' whining, I might've had the strength to get both of us down. I'll be in the village a couple miles south!"

Her cackling accompanied the sun over the horizon.



=== OOC ===


Ghorana has a found the ideal place in Stonetalon to build her hut, but now she needs strong orcs to carry up the building materials to the clearing. Simple event, meet up in the evening at the Crossroads. From there, we depart! Two or three orcs and their steeds will do nicely.

The hut itself is actually in-game all ready, all secluded and such. But we'll pretend we're building it.

19h00 (server time), Crossroads, Barrens.

[Character:]

Hi, Orcs of the Red Blade.

Firstly, I'd like to point out that Ghorana doesn't exist yet. At the moment, I'm experiencing difficulties faction changing my Draenei shaman into an orc. So, basically, my getting accepted into your guild will decide whether I go ahead with the transfer or not.
This Draenei shaman might be known to you, since she's called Onelu, and was the leader of the Pilgrimage to Oshu'gun a few weeks back.
Secondly, I'd like to apologize for the incoming wall of text.

Character: Ghorana (future name, haven't tested to see if it's available, liable to change).
Class: Shaman
Level: 80

I've been playing WoW since October 2005, and I have only ever raised one character to maximum level: my shaman. I started out with him as a Tauren shaman on a French realm (I'm a French kid). I've only ever known shaman at end-game raiding, be it level 60, 70 or 80. With the high-end instances now being quite accessible to a casual player like me, I have been able to experience every end-boss of every L-80 instance in the game so far, in varying levels of difficuly.


Roleplaying experience.

Fast rewind to about a year and a half ago: I suddenly develop an acute interest for roleplaying. Forgoing French RP-realms, I set my sights on the EU-English ones, and a few days later, Totemar is known as Ironail, an elderly Tauren teacher on Earthen Ring [EU]. The character develops himself, I become a regular and, if I may be so vain, respected member of the ER Horde community.
3 months ago, something happens IRL, in conjunction with the dying out of the Horde RP on ER, that makes me transfer back to my old french realm. This is where I get back into intensive raiding for a month. But I miss RP too much, and start looking for a new RP realm.

Defias Brotherhood sees the arrival of a shaman, Draenei now, about a month ago. I try to get involved into the Alliance's RP-scene, with more or less success.
And now... I realise that my heart lies with the Horde, as it has always done. I miss the rough-edgedness of this faction, the primal feeling of races such as Trolls/Orcs/Tauren, and the insidious nature of the Forsaken.


Ghorana Windaxe.

An elderly shaman from a village in Nagrand, Ghorana is wracked by guilt about the destruction of Draenor and the genocide of the Draenei. She sees herself as partly responsible for not being able to placate the elements to save her village. The following story happens during the dislocation of Draenor.

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She stumbled on the rocky slope, and blinked rain out her eyes. Thunder boomed across Nagrand, rolling across the plains in great peals.

And the earth screamed in tortured pain.

She gritted her teeth, and ploughed on. The summit wasn’t far off now. Wind roared up the mountain, pushing her onwards, stinging the sleet into her arms.

And the seas roiled and hissed in boiling anger.

Deep cracks in her mind echoed across the world. What was happening? Why were the elements so angry? Who had unleashed their fury?

And the wind howled like a wounded animal over the bleeding landscapes.

The peak was in sight. Her palms bled on the jagged rock, her bones ached with each peal of thunder. Every lightening bolt was like a swordthrust into her brain. A deep sound, unearthly yet terrifyingly familiar, rose from the land.

And fire consumed itself in wrath, scorching the wind, melting the very bones of the earth.

She dropped to her knees, clutching her head, and closed her eyes. The terrible cacophony of the screaming elements instantly replaced everything. She couldn’t bear it. She opened her eyes again, as rain continued to hammer the land flat with its bolts of iron.
Her land, her ancestors’ land, her children’s land, was being torn asunder. She watched, helpless, aghast, as the village she had to protect, the village she had tended to for years, broke away. The earth and rock screamed and bellowed, cracked and boomed, and suddenly sank. Crumbling away, as if a titanic force was breaking up a piece of bread, the rockshelf disappeared from sight, and lava sprayed like blood from the vessels of the planet. The roar rose to a climax, until she felt her head, her soul, her mind split like the world.

And she knew no more.

When Ghorana woke from her dreamless sleep, a sight that would haunt her until her dying breath greeted her.
The sea, the beach, the village were gone. She was staring at the edge of the world, a shattered reach, a ragged wound like that of an amputee. There was nothing but void.
She got up, to her knees, bitter tears stinging her eyes.

She had been unable to placate the elements.
She had utterly, despicably, failed her kin.