#Dornogal

[wowthings]

[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

[howliteart]

Downtime in Dornogal 💦

Commission for Shadydog on FA! :3

Higher res and drawing stage snapshots on my Patreon!

[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.

[wowcats]

Stonelight Rest, Dornogal (they must really have a mouse problem)

[ladymariayuri]

they got hoes in dornogal?

[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC Nove '24 - Day 4 - Surrender/Tranquil - Tinnaire

Dornogal was an interesting city. Nahilvi had said she hadn’t liked it at the start--too blocky and hard for her. Tinnaire had liked it from the start, but could appreciate Nahi’s viewpoint. It was hard. It was straight lines and stone. But there were so many charming butterfly gardens. And they watered the sheep in one of the courtyards. Tinnaire couldn’t help but be charmed by that. There were flowers and moss and natural hot springs! And a large forge that rang out at all hours, similar to Ironforge. There was magma visible in places. And there were crystalline art structures and sentimental memorials.

Tinnaire sat on a fence, watching the tenders spray down the rocky sheep and their mossy wool. Butterflies ambled aimlessly between brightly colored flowers that dripped from bushes even druidic gardeners would envy. There was the hum of conversations just out of ear shot that added to the tranquil feeling around her. She tried to settle into it and let it affect her.

It wasn’t working. 

The others had told her it was all right, even normal, to be angry. And Tinnaire  was angry. But she didn’t want to be angry. She wanted to be aloof. Removed from it. Logical. She wanted to be elegant and mature. She wanted to be her usual optimistic, confident self. She wanted to be fine.

After all, who wanted to be heartsick?

Perhaps the anger was better. There was a large, fiery part of her that just wanted to surrender and scream at the top of her lungs. Or collapse into a heap and wilt like something melodramatic out of theatrical production. 

Or set something on fire.

Childish though it was, she _had_ done that last bit. So many origami rabbits had been sacrificed to the pyre of what felt like adolescent dramatics. But for a moment, there was small satisfaction.

He said he hadn’t realized how she’d felt. She could still hardly believe that. He’d said she was his _best_ friend. He couldn’t bear to lose the close relationship they’d shared. He’d been scared to try for fear of their possible failure. Rejection and embarrassment kept her shifting all the things she had wanted to say that summer day before she’d left with the mercenary crew. It had shifted everything else she’d wanted to say. Asking him to look in on her place had simply been a soothing favor to ask. To let him know she wasn’t abandoning him. She was looking out for his feelings again, when she should have been looking out for her own.

Yet, in all the months, he hadn’t reached out. Hadn’t had the kindness to warn her, even knowing how things had been left between them. It stung. His best friend that he cared so much about.

Tinnaire loosened her shoulders. Ash fell from her fingertips, singed from the edges of his most recent letter. No, that train of thinking wasn’t fair. Her eyes fell to the paper and the line that said he wanted to talk. What was there to talk about? He hadn’t done anything wrong. Hadn’t besmirched his or anyone else’s honor. She knew she wasn’t always responding logically--gods, it took her a shamefully long time to write the notes she’d sent. She didn’t want to make things worse than they were. But she also wasn’t going out of her way to make it any easier for him. Not again. They’d each take their lumps for the situation. At least he had some happiness in all of it. She was glad that they seemed smitten. He deserved that.

Anger was one of the stages, Fiorenze had said.

Maybe she could talk Talon into letting her off leave early. Work would be distracting. Tinnaire exhaled long and through her mouth before speaking to no one. “Okay. What’s after anger?”

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