A more druid-y theme.
While not exactly transmog, I would like to feature this outfit for the human form of my worgen druid.
> > > > > Druid Set (Human) < < < < <
And a variant for lighter travelling.
A little bit of exploring
And I was reduced to quiet contemplation and slow-falling tears.
After getting to know Orgrimmar a little more, I decided to explore the Southern Barrens to Thousand Needles while grabbing the additional flight path points along the way. I started from Ratchet, swam down and ran through the green belt of somewhat nuclear + tentacluar vegetation to snag the zone’s northern flight point before running over to Camp Taurajo.
Rather, what was left of it.
The Great Wall bears scars of an attempted invasion, and the serene Barrens music gave way to a more somber, earthly tune. The full weight of the new music only fully delivered its intended mood when I came up on the Ruins of Taurajo.
It wasn’t so much of the camp itself on fire and destroyed, but the corpses of the NPCs there that me stop in my tracks. Strewn unceremoniously around where they had been standing guard and guiding countless would-be adventurers on their first tasks into the unforgiving territory for so many years. The patient flightmaster, the motherly innkeeper… all silent now. My druid stood in the middle of the smoldering mess on her wolf, unmoving while my eyes grew mistier by the second.
The red-named mobs—Taurajo Looter—I ignored until one of them said something along the lines of:
“Hey, did anyone loot the mailbox yet?”
And that’s when my druid jumped off her wolf and drove a heavy staff down upon the insidious beings in a flash. 3 of them in total.
After a little more silent contemplation, ran south to Desolation Hold to grab the next flight point. I do not appreciate the whole war-like stance the Horde is taking now, but in that moment upon entering the hold with its foreboding metal structures and roaring fires, I knew something had to be done. What happened to Camp Taurajo was against everything the my druid stood for, and vengeance had to be mete. In that moment, I realized what fighting for honour was about.
In that moment, I realized my place with the Horde.
Blood and thunder; LOK’TAR OGAR!
Those who committed this grave act of supreme cowardice will pay. Very, very dearly…
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Well done, Blizzard. Well done.
Back to our regular posting.
Not to say we are putting the forum Real ID issue behind (this incident should always be remembered), but here’s a summary of what I’ve been up to in-game.
Nabbed 3 upgrades from ICC25 HM.
I am finally ArPen-capped! :D
And! By golly, the whining about Pillar of Ferocity never being attained got me what I wanted! It dropped last night during a guildie’s rep run of the place with PUGs and I won! Woohoo!
How would your toon/s retire?
I saw this thread ‘If your main character could retire…‘ this afternoon and spent the better half of the day wondering what mine would do.
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My main: 80 female tauren druid.
If there was no more threat of the Scourge, the Burning Leigon, old Gods, huge insects, centaur, the Alliance or any other kinds of forces to destroy her people, my druid man would become a wanderer. She feels restless being in any one place for too long. Her love for the hunt will never wane, and probably would grow as time passes without much missions at hand. One will never find her in her tauren form when traveling—her preferred form has been and will always be that of a lion, especially when hungry. Unlike most of her people, she freely gives in to feral instincts for food; stalking, fighting and taking down her pray as well as any wild lion. That said, she absolutely loves food and will sometimes even bothers to cook her catch. Her travels will carry her on the winds far and wide in search for different prey to conquer sink her fangs into. Eventually—if the world remains in a state of peace well beyond her years—she will continue growing more and more feral, making little if any contact with sentient races, until she completely embraces being a wild animal and completely loses her tauren identity but still able to shapechange into her various druid forms as every form is utilized very liberally. She will pass from the material world of old age, or by succumbing to injuries after a glorious fight with the ultimate prey. Whatever the Emerald Dream holds—be it a paradise or nightmare—she will arrive into it, and despite no longer having a sapient race for an identity any longer, be prepared to defend Nature; her deeply-rooted love for it will never diminish even after years without a true purpose.
2 days into the Midsummer Festival…
And I am having SO much fun! Why? Because I have been collecting a demonic-looking set for my little druid that happens to be red, and thought it looked very festive!
So I pulled out a few doodads from my overstuffed bank. This is the result:
The Scorchling is from last year’s Midsummer Festival boss. I fed him a pet biscuit to buff his size up a wee bit :D
The Hordie staff didn’t quite fit the mood, so tried these hand-held items instead. Scorchling didn’t seem to approve.
Throw in an [Orb of the Sin'dorei] and my toon looked so HOT!
I posed beside the Midsummer Dungeonmasters and many players stopped in their tracks, thinking I was an NPC and targeting me. One sent this very kind message!
This is the ‘Use’ effect of [Circle of Flame]. This. THIS is why I wanted it so badly.
Too smexay :o How’s that for a druid, eh?
Later, I moved to Dalaran and got some more reactions. Err, right.
Looking all regal with mah little elemental.
More posing!
The story behind this purely cosmetic ‘rp’ set starts from last year’s (2009) Midsummer Festival, when I attained the [Crown of the Fire Festival] and thought it could look a lot better for something to represent fire. It wasn’t until I spotted someone on my escapist roleplaying realm wearing the [Circle of Flame] that I began trying to attain it.
As most of us well know, Blackrock Depths is one heck of a huge dungeon. It was daunting to 2 of my guildies when I dragged them in there in an attempt at exploring the place (and to find out where that boss with the [Circle of Flame] was located. None of us had the Shadowforge Key, nor any experience in the instance. It took us 3 to 4 whole exhausting hours getting the keys and MC attunement done. Still, I was put off by the whole need to travel down to Blackrock Mountain and actually find my way in just to farm a rare drop from that boss.
Then Brewfest happened. [Direbrew's Remote] dropped and I finally got a way to not only directly get to BRD, but also to a location only 2 minutes from the boss I wanted to farm!
And I farmed him till this year on and off till last week when that rare headpiece dropped. That drop made me realize my druid had nothing appropriate to wear with it! And so, I began to farm some BC gears to suit it, and the above screenshots are the incomplete results. Why incomplete? I’m still lacking gloves and bracers for the set!
I have a feeling this vicious cycle is about to start again. Why? Because [Frostscythe of Lord Ahune] dropped yesterday, and I need a white/ blue to match it!!!! Oh noes!!!!
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How has your Midsummer Festival been, and how have you been celebrating it in-game?
PS: Chawa, sorry :< It appears I didn’t screenshot the [Frostscythe of Lord Ahune] yesterday. Will do so when the server is up! :D
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PSS: For anyone interested in dolling up their characters, do check out WoW Threads–an RP outfit blog! : )
The dragon and the druid: The Barrens
((YES! Another round of terrible writing! Just cos I have to give my lowly bank alt some moar love!!!! >_<))
Another dreary afternoon slipped by the Barrens. Daytime creatures began their quiet routine retreat before the overpowering sun dipped below the farthest mountains. The scattered sentient inhabitants of this harsh landscape too made respective preparations for the approaching darkness.
Except for 2 silhouettes appearing over a bluff. One small, slender and almost fragile; the other tall and burly. They stood there for a while, surveying the landscape with the fading light at their backs.
“Remind me again why we’re traveling during the night, when most stuff of nightmares emerge?” A grouchy light-skinned elf regarded her tauren traveling companion.
“Because we don’t really want to draw people’s attention to the fact you’re a high elf?” The tauren paid the cranky tone little heed, continuing to search for a path to their destination.
The dragon and the druid.
((Had this conversation between my 2 characters—my main (level 80 tauren druid) and my bank alt (level 6 blood elf)—floating around in my head for a while now. Behold my horrendous writing!)) (more…)
