#redridge

[unteriors]

Mullers Road, Redridge, Queensland.

[tastytofusoup]

Vanilla WoW (2004) ↠ Lakeshire

[oldeazeroth]

Lakeshire, Redridge Mountains (21,45)

[ladymariayuri]

[wowscenery]

[migiganteknapkindispenser]

Exams are done, had some time to explore.

[dandelionandkrindle]

REDRIDGE MOUNTAINS

An idyllic region of rushing rivers, towering elms and rising elevations, the Redridge Mountains are under Stormwind's protection. Their inhabitants supply Stormwind with timber, fish, and crops. Only a handful of dangers trouble it: the usual monsters of the woods and the small matter of the Alliance keep overtaken by orcs.

[pyraelia]

August 12 - Day 2 Violence/Tenderness

Pyraelia smoothed her left hand across the weathered old map that Hilarie, one of her research assistants, had pulled out of the archive. It was a delicate thing, worth taking care with. One of the younger students — a bright star from Redridge who had managed to make it to the university on a scholarship — furrowed his brow as he looked at the inked in features, “Is that really Dalaran?” 

“Yes, the Dalaran I moved to well over a century ago, back when it was still fully in the ground,” she smiled fondly as she pointed a prosthetic finger at an outer ring that no longer existed, “It was never a sprawling city like some others, keeping it compact meant it was able to be protected by the Council easier. A thriving settlement existed outside the protective wards, and it was left behind when the city was lifted into the air.”

The Violet Crown had been no stranger to violence; even before her generation, before her parents even, and theirs, threat upon threat had been made to the magocratic jewel.

Was the present any different? 

She muttered a quiet thank you to Odille, her other research assistant, as the woman draped another large and much more modern map over the older one.

They’d lost so much.

She missed the candy shop, and the whimsy bar. Others had stepped in to take their place, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the charm of those that had been left behind. It wouldn’t do to let the gaggle of young people before her see the weight this put on her shoulders — but it had to be done, just in case. 

Pyraelia straightened up to her full six foot stature and cleared her throat to get their attention. She had never considered herself to be someone who could command a room — that was always Fiorenze’s arena, but the young students and scholars all immediately hushed their conversations and looked to her for guidance. “Alright, class. You all know the histories, you have heard of the trials and tribulations that have befallen our beautiful city. The High Archivists of every ward have instructed us to pass a message along.” 

Her hand waved, tracing small runes in the air over the beautifully painted parchment which caused glowing waypoints to pop up in every district, “If something should happen, there will be dedicated portal specialists in each one of these locations to get you and anyone you have here with you out of the city.” 

There was a palpable feeling of unease as she watched each student fixate on a different point of light, each one’s posture changing as they realized what this lesson was. She’d received similar briefings from the university and her Head Archivist each year she’d lived here, but it certainly hit different now that the Radiant Song had been touching more and more with each passing week. It was her job to help, not cause more anxiety, “You’re all the brightest of your age, dear students. I’ll be the first to tell you that we’ve received no direct threats to the city, but we want you all to be able to protect yourselves just in case.” 

That seemed to relax them. A younger elven woman raised her hand, as if she needed to request permission, before speaking out, “Is there a plan for the books and scrolls, too?” 

Pyraelia smiled, “Yes, we have plans for all manner of potential issues; I’m on one of the committees to keep our archives secured. We revisit our contingencies annually and have agreements with various kingdoms and cities. I’m afraid I can’t disclose more than that — even who we have agreements with is a well guarded secret.” 

After all, who could they trust? Especially now that the Council had become strange, even to her. She had her own contingencies, too, even if they would get her into trouble later. 

Someone would forgive her — even if she had to beg for it in whatever potential aftermath lay ahead in the infinite timelines that diverged from this exact moment.

@daily-writing-challenge

[wyrmguardsecrets]

[Just saw crawdad priest responded to glittermage rant and lol wish I had some popcorn.] sadly it won't matter. Crawdad priest has a toxic amount of control over his community. they'll invite others in and then throw them under the bus purely to make himself look good and perfect. nelf bishop? shittalked. redridge bishop? shittalked. redhead's bishop? shittalked. they're kept around so that crawdad can point to them and make up lies to make himself look even better.

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[renaultmograine]

Shout out to the four who wiped in Redridge tonight

[hopescrystarium]

Hey you! Yeah you. Hi!

I haven't been exactly sure what I want to yap about on here yet, but I think I'm going to semi live blog my experience actually paying attention to the WoW lore as I play for the first time ever. Now, would you want to pay attention to a random person yap about WoW lore they discover? Who knows. lol

Context: I've played WoW on and off a lot throughout my life, but treated it like a quest simulator with no real substance. However, I'm getting invested in the story thanks to TWW and want to say hi to the old stuff. Currently, I'm running Cataclysm Classic as a Human Mage and am having a blast with it. Let's get to the good stuff.

The Westfall experience is under the cut : )

W E S T F A L L

This is low key a plot rehash, but it might be fun to poke at it. Walk with me.

Topic: Class Discrepancy, Anti-War, and Gnolls initial thoughts

Going into the area and immediately getting hit with a whodunit style quest line was right up my alley. However, what actually caught my attention was Farmer Saldean giving us the set dressing for the region. Having just been in Elwynn Forest and getting to see the beautiful green land and the grandeur of Stormwind made traveling Westfall feel like I was swept out of Kansas.

It quickly dawned on me that there must be a major class discrepancy, at least, due to the events of Wrath and the Cataclysm. It's actually hard to imagine a Westfall that more lush than what I later got to see in Stranglethorn. Especially since the area is so downtrodden now: homelessness and poverty at an all time high with a bandit organization increasing in power.

My first thought was to question why Stormwind wasn't doing anything, but Saldean actually mentions that there are struggling people leaving Stormwind. This was supported, too, by the Stormwind Migrants who were at the entrance to the area and an unruly group berating the guards for not letting them into Sentinel Hill.

By this point, the major class discrepancy I was imagining wasn't entirely up in smoke, but I grew to realize that there was probably a bit more to it than what I was picturing: everyone was struggling and they blamed the King. No doubt here that it is due to the people suffering from, what I'm going to call, "the King's war" that most likely only hurt their own people in the eyes of the common folk as supported by Farmer Saldean. All of this begs the question: Why is upper class Stormwind not helping her people? (Yeah, the Cataclysm may be happening, but come on.)

When I got to speak with different military men, I started picking up on a bit of an anti-war sentiment that I'd swear couldn't be real considering how visceral and long the faction war lasted. Hell, we got to play through the Fourth War in Battle for Azeroth! But, I may be losing the point. These are people on the ground who are living the impacts of these wars be they faction war, scourge war, or dealing with the legion.

So, the conversation with Marshal Stoutmantle actually does support the possibility of even the military developing anti-war sentiments. They do their duty only for their lives to become significantly worse; we later see this repeated in Redridge Mountains, but we aren't there yet. Now, it's clear that I'm not sure exactly which war or events have had this impact on Westfall. A lot of it seems to be about the Scourge war, but I actually don't know much about yet. What I can pick up on, however, is that the people are tired and struggling horrifically.

To back track and clarify just how bad it is here, for anyone who may not know, there is a quest where you go to kill some animals for meet so this family can eat for the first time in weeks, and the reward you get is a dirt pie (at least that's what I think it was). It caught me so off guard that I actually saved the item and put it in the bank to hold onto as a memento from the area.

Now, I would not be doing my due diligence with this if I did not mention this. Words are important, even in a fantasy setting like WoW, so it really took me by surprise (it shouldn't have) when I registered the vernacular being used to describe the Gnolls.

Gnolls are described as the indigenous of the area. This description actually sets them apart from other mobs and creatures, to me so far, like the murlocks. The inclusions of an indigenous group was certainly a choice not only because it reflects the reality of real life indigenous people being pushed against, killed, and worse but also because it bursts the "Alliance is inherently good" bubble.

I bring all of this up about the Gnolls in particular because they are humanoid, hyena creatures with their own culture as simple as it might be with how the game presents it. It would be one thing to call refer to a certain type of boar as being indigenous to the area because that is just a straight up animal, but the framing of a humanoid race as such kind of darkly grounds the story.

I'm not saying that this should not be in the game at all, but what I am saying is that it is worth looking more into. I haven't actually researched my thoughts, this has all been more my general reaction and initial thoughts to what I'm discovering. So, maybe one day, I'll come back with proper organized, researched thoughts, but that is not right now.

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If you stuck around though all this, hi, I'm glad to see you here. If I got anything wrong or you want to add, comment, or anything like that, I'm more than open to it. I love to yap even if I'm awkward. I'll work on a post about Redridge Mountains semi soon. : )

[void-soulwhisper]

"WANTED"

Today’s episode of Leonar being an absolute clown actually started with one of the rare instances of himself being a good father - picking Xynaria up from class after school. It wasn’t a long walk from their camp to school and back again, but he rarely ever made the journey with her. It was always ‘you have legs so you can do it yourself’ kind of situation. But not today. Today at least he planned on giving the illusion that he was a good parent. He would pick her up and they’d head to Yanahan’s together for a surprise afternoon visit.

Or at least that was the initial plan until something caught his eye. A poster hung up near a back alley with a picture of himself on it. He let out a curious hum and tore it down, studying it for a moment before showing Xynaria.

“Time to practice what they teach you in that place. What’s this say?” He asked, still trying to hide the fact he could no longer decipher the strange shapes on the paper.

Xynaria squinted at it and tried sounding it out a few times - words were still hard - before she eventually got it.

“Wanted.”

“Huh…” Leonar muttered as he tucked the poster into his coat pocket. “Why don’t you, uh, head to Yan’s and I’ll meet you there in a bit. Kay? I’d like to check this out.”

The young girl didn’t need to be told twice and after a brief confrontation of what had been said, she ran off happily. Well, there went Leonard very brief ��good parent’ award. He had more pressing matters to attend to now…

“Wanted…” He mused.

Who could want him? And why? He wasn’t going to argue with it, especially if they wanted him so much they had posters up. And he and his partner were in an open relationship. It had been so long since he had been with anyone else... This wouldn’t hurt, would it? Apparently it would. Because after stopping and asking a few people where the source of the poster was, finding directions, he ended up in Redridge. In a jail cell. Apparently it wasn’t /that/ type of wanted as he first thought. At least it wasn’t the Stormwind Guard he had been arrested by. That would have caused significantly more problems. But, as it was, he was still stuck there until he made bail. Or escaped.

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

Breakaway

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/H9JTMRk by Glacy After accepting a position as an analyst for the struggling Redridge Revenants, Jonathan Sims expected to crunch numbers and guide the team to victory. What he didn’t expect were eerie occurrences hidden beneath the surface of this small-town hockey team. When Jon befriends Martin Blackwood, the Revenants’ goalie, they soon find themselves entangled in a dark web of supernatural events—and a bond neither of them anticipated. Words: 21136, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Georgie Barker, Jordan Kennedy, Michael "Mike" Crew, Michael Shelley Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Gay Panic, Permanent Injury, mild body horror, Slow Romance, Cannon Typical Horror, Ice Hockey Typical Homophobia, AU - Ice Hockey AU, imagine the eldrich horrors playing ice hockey read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/H9JTMRk

[oldeazeroth]

Stonewatch Falls, Redridge Mountains (83,59)

[syliune]

They're exploring the Redridge farms

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