#Lord Marrowgar

[scourge-lover]

I can be trusted with your bones.

I won't....combine them with other bones to guard my seat of power. Nooooo.

[cuma-lee]

Boneshard

A small fragment of Lord Marrowgar, it will NOT stop assaulting your shins.

[wowcustodian]

So with 8.2 looming and all the Naga stuff that’s about to drop, I wanted to take a moment to look back on a personal favourite moment of visual storytelling in WoW; Lord Marrowgar.

Yes, yes, Bonestorm jokes but in all seriousness this guy is fantastic for setting the tone of the entire ICC raid.

He is constructed from the bones of fallen Heroes who tried to infiltrate the Citadel before the players come along. It could just as easily have been us that tried to break in and wind up as part of him. He is the very first thing you see walking into the raid, looming at the end of the first hallway, he is the vanguard we have to break to truly begin our assault on Icecrown and he is a symbol of what fate awaits us if we fail, what fate has befallen everyone who’s tried this before.

Nowadays and probably mostly back when ICC was current, the significance of him would’ve gone unnoticed as everyone was excited to get to Arthas, and now to get the damn horse.

But every time I run ICC I have to take a moment to appreciate how, with no words, no forcing it in our faces, Blizz managed to create a perfect summation of all the dread, fear and hopelessness that the raid is supposed to inspire.

[fitzefitcher]

HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY ICC!! GIVE ME THE FUCKING HORSE

Lord marrowgar // you spin me round (like a record) - M.A.N. BONE STOOOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMMM

Lady deathwhisper // livin’ la vida loca - ricky martin THE ADDS? THE ADDS? PLEASE? THE ADDS, GUYS-

Gunship battle // I’m on a boat - lonely island ft. t-pain I accept the parachute every fucking time even though ive literally never used it not even once

Deathbringer saurfang // x gon give it to ya - DMX It means “thug life” in Orcish

Festergut // 80s remix: numb - jerry galeries tfw you hit the pissy shitty jokes wing

Rotface // poker face - lady gaga ribbon? ribbon? ribbon?

Professor putricide // futurama theme - Christopher Tyng Insert low-hanging fruit here

Blood prince council // backstreet’s back - backstreet boys Naxxanar was merely a setbackstreet boy

Blood queen lana’thel // ...baby one more time - britney spears FOR FUCK’S SAKE IT WAS MY TURN TO GET BITTEN THIS WEEK FOR THE ACHIEVE, WHAT THE FUCK, JEREMY

Sister Svalna // mambo number five (bike horn version) - aberrantkenosis Who’s gonna be the lucky corpse

Dreamwalker valithria // bring me to life - evanescence Man why we always fuckin rescuing green dragons. Why is it always green dragons that fuck up

Frost queen sindragosa // ice ice baby - vanilla ice BETRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYS YOU

Lich King // Bohemian Rhapsody - queen Arthas stans vs the world

[BONUS] // Patty Mattson - Jing a Jing SYLVANAS SAID JINGLE BELLS

listen to it here: [8tracks] [playmoss]

[lorerunner]

Top 5 disturbing/messed up/terrifying characters/monster/boss from WoW?

Thaddius, an abomination made up of innocent lives.  Yikes. Keristrasza: Driven insane by Malygos in order to convert her into his consort, what the hell. Lord Marrowgar: A combination spectral entity forged from the bones of a thousand killed adventurers. Il’gynoth: A literal manifestation of Old God cancer plaguing the Emerald Dream. Xavius: A pathetic puppet pulled by too many strings, distorted and grotesque.

[wishyounew]

How the fuck do I beat Lord marrowgar as a mage like holy shit it's impossible

[theatresuper]

Wow icecrown gunship battle solo

Just keep pressing 1 until the “heat” bar on the vehicle frame starts to reach the end, then press the number 2 attack to release the heat.

Mount a cannon and blast the enemy ship, making sure not to let the cannon overheat.

Successfully soloing the encounter is easy if you do the following: If you need a macro for it, here you go: /use item:49278 It’s not too bad once you get the hang of it, but make sure you go into it prepared.Īfter you talk to the goblin and get your rocket pack, make sure to have it hotkeyed. This is actually one of the more difficult encounters to solo in here. Just burn through her mana pool while she’s using Mana Barrier during phase one, then blow through her health when the shield comes off. I dealt with a few of the adds that she summoned, but you don’t need to sweat them too much. You can leave your pet parked on her the whole time and just burn her down. Clear the adds in the room and then start in on Lady Deathwhisper. His attacks don’t do much damage to a reasonably geared level 90, so not much to worry about as far as survivalfullness is concerned. Strategy here is to make sure Growl is turned off, hit him with Distracting Shot as needed, and pew-pew. As long as you’re atop the threat list, you can burn him down easy. He will not cast it on the player with the most threat, and fortunately, he won’t cast it on pets either. Lord Marrowgar will occasionally cast Bone Spike Graveyard, which is basically a stun that ticks away at your health until you are dead. The first boss in ICC is an easy kill provided you remember one important point…you must maintain more threat than your pet. With a little luck, ICC 10 man normal can be soloed in about 2 hours, and is a jolly good show. This guide is intended for casual noobs like myself, so if you’re like me, and you want to see some raid content you may have missed, AND you love soloing on your hunter, then read on. I know many of you reading this have already cleared this instance and are thinking, ICC 10 man…that’s like sooo 10 months ago… I went through the entire instance with a Ferocity specced Spirit Beast. I made one small change to my build for Valithria which I’ve noted in this guide. I completed the entire instance in ilvl 499 PvP welfare epics, using a Beast Mastery build like this. There are a couple of critical fight mechanics to be mindful of, especially with Valithria, but with a little know-how and some preparation, ICC 10 man can be completed by just about any reasonably geared hunter (with a quintet of Spirit Beasts on hand). I was pleasantly surprised to find that the once dreaded ICC is now actually quite easy to tackle solo as a strapping level 90 hunter. Last week I’d mentioned on the Facebook that I finally decided to progress my solo campaign into ICC. WoW Classic Coupon: wowcgold & WoW Gold Coupon: wowrgold.

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[acherys]

[ approval ]

NON-SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE - ACCEPTING

     [ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made.  

     There is a wolf in the den of lions.

     She stands stained in shining ruby blood and ichor the shade of bad jade, armor rent, right arm limp from the elbow, swinging in the breeze as it were, and breathes. Inhalation, exhalation, hold for seven seconds in between, don’t mind the whine of fractured ribs as lungs jostle them, it’s just noise, they don’t even hurt. Bring to mind all those bloody recollections of how this Citadel fell, the grim skeletal deaths of its court and masters. The shatter of Marrowgar’s bones on the floor, Lana’thel’s rasping last words as she was shot from the sky, Saurfang’s arm swinging in the breeze (as it were) as his father carries him away. In this way, a lord may remember she is not Scourge.

     If her breath stutters, if she holds for three seconds only, if what escapes her throat is not a smooth stream of mist but a clatter, a death rattle, it is because of those whining fractured ribs, and nothing more. Certainly not because she stands broken-armed and broken-armored in this Citadel which had fallen but not stayed felled, summoned by a King whose overthrow had only been a setback, with Galen Trollbane’s ichor splattered across her face and his father’s resignation as he was led to be fitted for his Horseman’s regalia still ringing in her ears. 

     It’s just her ribs. Nothing more. 

     The snarl which rumbles through Tiris’ chest heralds the oil slick of the Prince’s voice which slides down her spine with greasy��nauseation. Her knees buckle, her good arm rises to her chest - thoughtlessly, she starts to kneel before him, the Deathlord of Acherus sliding off her shoulders like a discarded mantle ‘til nothing but that hopeful young acolyte slaughtering the Scarlet Enclave remains. She rears back, face twisting into a sneer, chin up, shoulders back - she is Lord of the Ebon Blade, she does not need this.

     Doesn’t want this.

     “Am I supposed to thank you, Highness?” 

     There’s not nearly enough bite to her voice. That bloody little knight still hovers in her skin, and Zoen would prefer the whining of bone, the staccato of breath, to the sudden warm bloom of pride which fills her chest at his approval. 

[varda]

Hearthstone - Lord Marrowgar by namesjames

[cyrail]

Hearthstone - Lord Marrowgar by namesjames

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[scourge-lover]

Lord Marrowgar is He/They and don't you forget it.

[brian-wellson]

An Open Letter ((OoC))

Hello, awesome people of Wyrmrest Accord! I felt compelled to write this because of, well, you’ll see!

I. A bit of background.

I first started playing WoW as a PvE’er (January 2009), and as an RP’er just a touch over two years ago (May 2015). It’s true… I am a Wrath baby, one nurtured on thottbot.com (and I ignored all advice given by icyveins.com). In July 2010, I developed a neurological disorder, one which has rendered me in constant pain and unable to sleep much past four hours a night, even under sedation, ever since. Needless to say, I had/have plenty of time on my hands. Once I maxed out at 80, achieved Explorer, and became a Loremaster, I decided to spend my time as a ‘raider’.

My feats were truly epic. Indeed, my guildmates had given me the affectionate nickname ‘Dr. Death’ – partially due to the fact that I have a Ph.D., but mostly because I was a horrible raider. Every pull? Dead. To this day, I still avoid ICC because Lord Marrowgar lives there. That bastard, he owned me. I can hear the redolent echoes of “Bonestorm!” quite clearly, and usually that echo’s antecedent is the death rattle of a human male.

Make no mistake, I held this title – Worst. Raider. Ever.

The friends I made in that guild, we’re still friends today, 7 years later. I even met one of them at BlizzCon 2015. That moment was amazing. We got drunk in the hotel room he was splitting with his girlfriend (and they’re still together to this day!), and laughed about the time our tank had finished off Professor Putricide, by herself, with 10% health remaining. I’ll never forget the thrill of that kill, nor the way we cheered once it was over.

Even though we are no longer in the same guild or even on the same server, we have celebrated real births, supported each other through real deaths, and rejoiced in real marriages – all online. Back when my liver was on the verge of failure, I had lost 60 pounds, and my kidney function was in the toilet, those former guildmates were the people who kept in contact with me the most. I’ve since recovered, but will forever be grateful to them. They cared, and they still do.

II. Why it matters.

I suppose what I am trying to say is the people with whom I align myself, they’re my friends for life, and I would do anything for them. (Well, everything except move a dead body, but even then there are three people who I would assist, if necessary.) Such unwavering loyalty has led to my being called a lapdog or yes-man; yet, unlike such people, I will often disagree with my friends, and tell them directly. And then we move on, send each other aesthetically incongruent covers of truly awful songs, and revel in gifs of cute pets doing silly things.

Therefore, when I see an anonymous call out leveled at someone who is very dear to me – someone who has been a far better friend than she probably knows – I get irritated. I get defensive. When compounded with the fact that someone has besmirched the quality of our writing, I am vexed that much more. To be sure, constructive criticism is good and we welcome it; anonymous insults, however, can be damaging and help no one.

III. Let’s talk about RP.

My RP partner and co-conspirator, Quai, and I worked toward resolving a plot for close to two years. We were faced with some very real logistical issues. There were more moving pieces than I think either of us had anticipated. Blackbay prides itself on its gritty realism, so how does RP resurrection even work? The short answer is, we did something different. The long answer is just that – long – and largely beside the point anyhow. The key takeaway is that we had to work within the confines of the game, in addition to our own harsh and self-imposed restrictions. To criticize us for being ‘too slow’ in pacing… well, I am sorry to hear that someone has perceived it this way, but I must respectfully disagree. Killing off a character is a big deal, but bringing one back? – even more so. The density and amount of detail necessary to craft something remotely believable in our gritty take of the Warcraft universe was quite high.

Quai and I – as well as our DM, Monette – are always pushing each other to think harder, do more, work faster, and to project things ever further out. To be clear: length does not equal quality – an axiom not only applicable to the line level, but also that of a plot or story arc. Does this mean every plot we craft is two years long? Of course not, for that would be preposterous. Does this mean that everything from one-offs to a years-long long plot or story arc feeds into an even bigger narrative? You bet it does. Admittedly, sometimes our stories flop, and sometimes threads are left hanging. More often than not, these issues arise because communication had broken down somewhere. Do we take lessons from such moments? Yes, absolutely.

While I understand and most certainly empathize with the point of view that new characters may have initial confusion during a long-term story arc, I present this challenge – if you don’t know what’s going on, ask the writer, ask the DM, ask the GM … hell, ask all three. I can guarantee that the people running the story would be more than happy to talk about it with you, either OoC or IC. We – all writers – love to talk about our babies. If you don’t know why someone needs to recover ‘X-object’, ask them: “Why the hell are we risking life and limb for X-object, when I don’t even know what X-object is or does?” (Perhaps with a bit more tact…) The reply could be OoC, or it could be IC, or it could be a little of both. Irrespective of the encounter type, the fact remains that it is always within your power – and I would say it is your imperative – to understand your peers’ and storytellers’ motivations.

Ultimately, RP is about enjoying oneself. If something is unclear, ask … because, you know what? You will enjoy yourself far more if you understand what is occurring, for understanding leads to personal investiture. This said, is asking difficult? It can be, but its rewards vastly outweigh the probability of being miserable… and this is coming from one of the most insecure RPers out there. Heck, there are times I am reticent to ask questions, so I understand this more than you might think.

More than anything, RP is about forming connections with characters and people, and granting those connections and relationships the opportunity to flourish.

Think of RP like wine. The best wine comes from the most carefully cultivated terroir. Even then, some of it is sour, or just doesn’t sit right with us. This is ok. Not all varietals are meant for all people. Some people can’t stand a Châteauneuf-du-Pape and only drink moscato (because they’re weird, teehee!); others want to vomit when they smell the sticky sweet of moscato, yet salivate at the mere thought of a well-blended meritage. And, once more, this is ok – that is why there are so many different varietals!

IV. A parting thought.

When I say that I’m lucky to be RPing with the people in my circle, it’s not bullshit – I mean it. These people, my friends and partners and peers, they impel me to work toward greater clarity, work harder, and be more creative. And these things, to me, are their own rewards.

Perhaps most importantly, those in my circle, and even those with whom I have yet not had contact, teach me how to be a better friend, peer, and collaborator.

Please. Before you complain about the length of a story or plot arc, the quality of the GM or DM or writer running it, or the general guidelines of a guild of which you are not part – I beseech you. Reach out. Ask what is happening, or why certain restrictions exist. Find your way out of the rabbit hole. Encourage interpersonal skills. Be kind & respectful. And, as always, write with heart, presence of mind, and with the cognizance that other people are involved aside from yourself. The decisions you make about your characters – IC & OoC – impact the way both you and your character will be perceived.

We are here for each other.

Let’s write a story.

(( Shout outs to my main RP partner and co-conspirator, @quai-mason; the fantastic people in [ @blackbay-wra ]: @monettemason, @juniper-rose-blower, @killerkyara, @alastar-wyatt; so many other people who I admire: @thalsianiii, @risrielthron, @adhelin, @manduhs-things, @patiencekindnesscourage; and all those who escape my exhausted mind at the moment. I adore you for who you are, and what you bring to the game. ))

[aliensquidking]

like if you play world of warcraft

[primarining]

lord marrowgar is a fucking bitch.

[discordeddovahpony]

Fucking Lord marrowgar on hearthstone is a piece of shit

His BS free health power and bonespikes are fucking annoying

[aristocratic-thrillseeker]

For some reason, Mindbreaker didn't work against Lord Marrowgar so basically I'm stumped :)))))))