#Dornogal

[gears2gnomes]

Nearia is ready to delve deep into the mountain of Khaz Algar.

[trixcuomo]

Dear Blizzard,

I said this as a joke before, but I think it has potential--could you please make the NPCs in capital cities romanceable, like in Baldur's Gate?

No, I'm serious! And it doesn't have to be romantic as a rule. Let's increase player presence in the big cities. We could grind rep off these profession trainers and vendors for things like the Ruby Feast cosmetic buffs that give you top hats, or little pets that ride on your shoulder for a day. Or these giant bongo drums that I once saw a vulpera wearing on his back? Stuff like that!

The NPC wants us to run an errand, or collect a thing? Steal from the other hunter trainer, settle a bet, park their mount after insulting us like that scene in The Fall Guy, or listen to their god-awful life story? We'd do any of that for a 24-hour fur boa mog. Or a buff with flavor text saying we chipped a tooth on ancient candy. My 10k-years-young Night Elf loved that last expac.

Maybe a few of them flirt with us too, I dunno. The more we click yes, that we like them back, the happier they are to see us the next time around. We could go on these adorable picnic dates in Valshara or to the Darkmoon Faire. Like if they mention they are bored and we bring them ride tickets? That boredom prompt could be open-ended with lots of options for dates. I can't wait to see what bringing Master Apothecary Faranell a pickled murloc head does! We could even be the third wheel when Mankirk finally pops the question to his new wife, over kodo steaks. Cause he was too nervous to do it without us.

At the highest reputation level with these guys, maybe our best friend NPC shows up unexpectedly in the new expac main city. They're standing next to our new profession trainer and want to put in a good word for us. Maybe that's +2 profession knowledge a week--thank you very much, Jhordi Lapforge! That'll keep me a step ahead of other crafters, or help me level up, but not break the system.

Or, it's sorta funny and awkward when they flag us down in the Dornogal inn, shouting our name. We buy them some food and drinks from the innkeeper to get them calm, and we eventually help them buy an apartment in the city. Get them settled with a new workshop that only we can see. Or, if other players can see how we helped them and they brag about our special friendship, even better!

These NPCs could also give or receive gold, goofy gray-grade items, and even instacart some special food from random expacs like Orgri'la chicken tendies. How else can you deal with a sudden craving! Best friends go on munchies runs for each other.

If you want to give them an actual story arc and let some of them become obsessed with us, then fine. Of course they would! We're the champions of friggin Azeroth and it's about time we had our own fanclub.

If I get chased down the streets of Dornogal at least once by Gravy about my bar tab back at the Wyvern's Tail, you will make my Horde life.

All I'm sayin--This could be Real World World of Warcraft. Your choice.

Your friend,

Trixany Cuomo

[omusasteelhorn]

It's time for fel shenanigans in Dornogal featuring Loreenna Flamesinger and Yokotah Felwhisper.

[azerothtravel]

The looks for October. With the Anniversary on, seemed like a good time to go classic for PvE. And for PvP, just some cool lookin stuff thrown together. Dornogal, October 29, 2024.

[aleanas-silverquill]

(sung to "Family Madrigal" from Encanto)

Well here we are now, on a new adventure My hearthstone's bonded now to the isle of Dorn Started in Dalaran, but now we must avenge her Help out our new friends, bring us to a better morn

Oh! You ever seen a statue walk and talk? Whoa! The earthen do all that while made of rock Oh! They're buddies with the local stormrook flock So much to do before their stasis lock, SO Checkin' out the city Dornogal Home of the council Dornogal, we're on our way Where everything's tectonical and technical here in the city Dornogal!

[wispofisis]

Was another fun Brewfest with new decorations in Dornogal this year. 🍻

[wow-topazel]

If you know, you know.

[doctordragon]

GOT HIM!!!!!!

[sigurdjarlson]

I think Khadgar is pranking me

Bro keeps telling me to go to Dalaran and talk to him but he’s not there whenever I go :c

It’s funny tho I get the same missive every time I log in and I’ll go look because maybe they fixed it but nah

[daeluin]

man im never leveling up like this

[skymagpieart]

Asking the visitors around Dornogal about their thoughts on Jaina Proudmoore and her role in the Kirin Tor 💜🎤 (also known as me dispelling the idea that I hate Jaina, featuring my four mains (in character): Shazi, Waria, Telarius and Palanzual) 💙

[claret-ash]

Happy New Year all-!!! I hear the fireworks are excellent in Dornogal! 🎆✨🎆✨🎆✨🎆✨

[thelearnedsoldiertoo]

Watcher Fenixia

Originally a Ranger of Silvermoon, Nixxie died the first time in Arthas's attack on her people, being raised as a Banshee with her sisters in their last stand near Fairbreeze; one of the original Dark Rangers of the Forsaken, she was a devoted follower of the Banshee-Queen and a skilled soldier and assassin--ultimately driven by duty and loyalty, when she died for the second time as a result of the Fall of Dalaran over Dornogal, she first found herself in Revendreth for her crimes, but later in Bastion, where she became a Kyrian Watcher-of-Souls, able to provide comfort and companionship in the final moments of the dead in a way she never had.

Which is extremely sweet and a good high note for her arc I feel. She's in a really good place, and her devotion is now being applied to helping others, instead of just her superiors in the Forsaken. She has a task, and a way to help people through that task.

...but that doesn't stop her from being very horny in her free time. Have you ever done it in mid-air with a ten foot tall buff blue woman with wings? She has.

Credit to the lovely @cadhla182 for this delightful commish!

[azerothtravel]

The looks for November. PvE continues revisiting some of my favorite sets, while PvP is trying to look as evil as possible based around that wicked axe. Dornogal, November 21, 2024.

[fio-renze]

November DWC 2024 Day 1 - Haze/Sexy

Dornogal was gorgeous at night. The firelight flickers of the lanterns strung up in the great trees that grew on the crags in between the boxy homes and buildings contrasted with the street lamps and distant glow of crystals in the Foundation Ward. People milled about at all hours, even this late. Quiet laughter passed below the little balcony of her inn room, enough that it had drawn her out to enjoy the cool air ambiance of the strange city. 

Fiorenze flicked the end of her second cigarette, the bite of the thistle lingered in the back of her throat while she watched the ashes dance on the breeze. Multiple glasses of bourbon at After Dark and hours of dancing on a table with dear friends had left her flushed and uncomfortably warm, but not tired. She braced her arms on the cool, artfully worked stone railing that overlooked the hewn city below and embraced the solitude. 

In the past she would have considered ending the night alone a failure. What was the point of dressing to the nines, flirting and being charming all evening if there was nothing to gain from it? 

The evening, even if she was here alone, hadn’t been a failure in the least. She’d had fun, the performances had been enlightening and engaging, the after party a wonderful time in its own right. Here she was, alone, not minding her own company for once. 

It certainly would’ve been nice to fall into bed with someone familiar, especially after a show as hot as that one had been, but when would that stop being a rebound? And wasn’t it a little unfair to any potential someones familiar to simply be a distraction? 

Perhaps a bit. 

There was no shame in wanting. She wanted to be adored, coveted, desired. Loved, and lusted after. She’d come to terms with all that — and that the future was long and yet unwritten. What was the saying again? Another year older, another year wiser. 

Fiorenze took another long drag and smiled to herself as the subtle glow of dawn began to threaten the dark at the edge of the horizon. A new day, bringing with it endless possibility — what a wonderful thing to behold.

[musee-de-muse]

Anar'alah Belore

DWC November 2024 Day 4: Surrender/Tranquil OC: Lilliana Whitedawn, Sin'dorei "Felblood" @daily-writing-challenge Art Source, Artist

The long, lean blonde rode the path to the Whitedawn estate at a slow trot... closing her eyes, giving Tiberius the reins - old as he was, the faithful charger knew his way home well enough. She could feel the heat of the afternoon sun prickling at her skin, as her leathers grew warm... and for a moment, she let herself simply bask in the sun, drinking in the scent of a garden in bloom – pausing only a moment to enjoy a spot of shade beneath orange and yellow leaves.

That's when she saw it – the crimson strider heading towards her at practically break-neck speed - which could only mean one thing. She swung a leg up and over the massive equine, hopping down to brace herself as the bird came careening towards her.

“Minn'da!” The bird was upon her in no time – as was her daughter - the feathered creature having grown just as much as Caitiri had since she'd first received the bird as a gift... and a lesson in responsibility.

It still knocked the wind out of her, as the girl practically flung herself from the bird as it came to a halt – throwing her arms around her mother as she slammed into her, the older of the two rocking on her heels. She'd forgotten just how much bigger Caiti was now... no longer a little girl she could pick up in her arms and swing around; no longer climbing all over the couch with her mother, pretending to make Lily walk the plank – she would be a teenager in the next year. That thought alone made her chest tighten - and as she settled back onto her feet, she squeezed the girl tighter.

Caitiri squirmed, “Alright, alriiiiight -” wriggling her way out of her mother's arms, scrunching her nose up at the woman, “It hasn't been that long...” As if she hadn't been the one to race out to meet her mother, “Can I go back with you to Dornogal?”

And there it was. Lily supposed that, after all, this was not only her fault for bringing Caitiri along to the Dragon Isles, but... this was her daughter, after all... and they were cut from the same cloth. The heavy exhale through her nose was enough to see the preteen's features immediately crinkle in anticipation of the “No” that sound often preceded.

“Caitiri... this isn't like it was in the Dragon Isles. For one... I mean, you know that Eryth is busy – the Dragon Isles might be safe, for now, but we're not his only family – there's much the dragons still need to tend to. And he's really the only person I would trust to watch over you in a place like Dornogal – the only being powerful and trustworthy enough to keep an eye on my most precious treasure, hm?” She flicked the girl's nose, earning a faux-grimace, and a huff as the girl rubs at the spot. “Besides, it's more dangerous, as well. Even if Erythraestrasz were free to spend time with you and I every moment of every day... I still don't know if I would allow it. The things happening out there... not even the main city can truly be considered safe – and it's not peopled and guarded by dragons, either, like last time.”

The girl's crestfallen expression ate at her, as she brushed a strand of brunette hair back behind her daughter's long, slender ear, “I know... the taste of a 'no' on my tongue wounds me, as much as you.” How she hated those words – her own youth was not so far gone as to dull the memory of the ache of hearing such things, herself; no child likes the feeling of being left behind - of not being "enough," yet.

The young Sin'dorei rolls her eyes, however, and turns on a heel - to re-mount her bird – her mother quickly moving to do the same with her own steed, “It's so boring here with Aunt Ci. She's so stuffy, and never lets me do anything fun.”

By the Light, but it was like her own memory come to life... the brown hair, the sullen expression, and the open complaints about her aunt – it was all too familiar. But at least, with all the years that had passed, Lilliana had made peace with the Aunt who had raised her. She had been a child that Cecily hadn't expected – the woman and the child having lost a brother, and a father, respectively... and neither were prepared for the hardships to come. Cecily had been harsh... even cruel in her expectations and punishments – but she, too, had been lost in grief, with the responsibility of a child thrust upon her that she hadn't asked for – and they had both suffered for their inability, and eventual unwillingness, to work things out. But they were all the family each other had – and with time, and a concerted effort – they had reconnected, worked through the pains of Lilliana's own childhood... and she could confidently say that she felt safe with entrusting her own daughter to her Aunt "Ci," these days. The woman might be stern, and demanding – but she was no longer a broken woman, tormented with loss, struggling to raise a young child she'd never asked to bear responsibility for.

"You know, what she's teaching you is important... though I admittedly didn't enjoy having to sit around learning most of it, either. Some battles are won by blade, arrow, and spell... and others are won with wit, words, and poise." And a little bit of cheating, if a certain red-haired rogue had instilled anything into the towering blonde during their time together - but that was a lesson that could wait until Caitiri was a little bit older, herself.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Typical of a twelve year old, the frustrated mutter – but she let her daughter have this moment of frustration. To be a child on the cusp of her teen years, denied what seems like the adventure of a lifetime? She could mutter under her breath a bit, as a rebellious little treat.

Lilliana urged her steed forward, to ride alongside her daughter perched upon her bird, and the girl shot her a frustrated look – brows pinched, lips pressed flat - before simply prompting, “Well... tell me about it, at least! It's a brand new place! No one's EVER been there, right? Do the Dwarves really eat rocks? Do they all live in caves? I bet that's why there's so many spiders.”

The sun kissed her leather-clad shoulders anew, as they rode out from under the overhanging branches, closing in on their home, while Lily simply listened – allowing her daughter to chatter, the woman answering the occasional question peppered in along the way - allowing herself to enjoy the tranquility of the moment. This moment that never should have been, with a child she'd never planned for. Caitiri had been an “accident” – the child herself not the mistake, so much as the time spent with the man who had fathered her - but for as much as she had long regretted letting him woo her... the one good thing that that bastard Dayne had ever done, was to leave her this child that made her heart sing – that gave her hope not just for herself, but for a brighter Azeroth, in time.

But first... they had to save Azeroth – and that... that she would not tell her only child - the weight of the world would be her mother's to bear.