#trueshot lodge

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Ahellia at the Trueshot Lodge back in Legion ✨

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Fel and Blades: Pages 76 & 77-Now Live!

Shadeith and Tyrandidan go to Trueshot Lodge.

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Another one of my Vol’jin rants this time on how him living would improve the WoW story tenfold (elaborated from a twt thread I made)

Vol’jin denied Zul his aid, fought Zul’s forces and left alive, bargained with Bwonsamdi to revive his human bf and after all that, AAAALLL THAT, he’s just killed off before an entire expansion centering around the Zandalari? Nah something is fishy here.

He could have lived by the skin of his teeth and Sylvanas could have made plans behind his back, harming but not destroying Teldrassil, sparking the same conflicts in BFA and Vol’jin having a genuine connection with the Zandalari through his past tensions with Zul, especially taking into consideration that Talanji looks up to him and would be better mentally if she had a NOT DEAD father figure but no, we gotta have the pretty murder death elf on the cover of our advertising.

I know for a fact he would be down recruiting more members to the Horde and he would probably have an interesting interaction with the Maghar too, he’d also be the best character to change the Horde into a council, being the first non Orc Warchief and repeatedly being uncomfortable with the position of Warchief, he even said he wasn’t used to being called that out loud.

Recruiting Zandalari is a whole other deal though, Vol’jin has an ENTIRE NOVEL dedicated to how he feels about the Zandalari, he’s defeated Zul’s own general and denied Zul to his face without fear. He is the closest worshipper we know to Bwonsamdi, he’s that guys little pogchamp and all of this plus what I mentioned with Talanji is only part of why his death wasn’t needed at all. There would be so much he needs to stay humble and professional about but the fact that we were ROBBED of admitting he giggled about how ironic is that they joined the Horde when Zul asked him to join the Zandalari years ago is such a damn crime.

In MoP, Varian threatened to destroy the Horde if they didn’t uphold honor, Anduin would feel an obligation to at least remember this especially when Sylvanas commits atrocities and the Horde breaks from it. None of this has any significance if the one Varian threatened IS DEAD.

Oh and remember Tyrathan? Yeah he just got placed in the trueshot lodge and was forgotten. It’s not like he could have been a really interesting additional way for two major factions to end up forming a truce or someone Sylvanas would want to mess with, both being hilarious because two factions would end up fighting over Some Guy who lives in a lodge all because of one novel

The story could have gone on just as well if he was alive, it wouldn’t change much aside from who’s in charge but it would make a whole lot of people happier and hell, he wouldn’t even have an issue saving the Loa from the maw in SL and working with Bwonsamdi because just like the player, he would be ALIIIIIVEEEEEE. He also has a debt to Bwonsamdi and would help him anyway, he doesn’t need to be summoned.

You could even make a subplot where Vol’jin keeps heading a Loa whisper to him while he recovers in Legion until the “whisper” is so loud he has to investigate, hell that could even be N’Zoth in disguise.

So yeah Vol’jin was an integral Horde character and when he was removed it all went to shit complain at the wall about it

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Writer's Game: First Sentences

Saw @turbulentpumpkin43 do this and decided to tag myself! 😂

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

TRUESHOT LODGE - Arrows for the Fallen (a not very good WoW fic I wrote back in like...2017? 18?)

On the eve of the forced march to Denerim, Heulwen found herself standing in a dark hall of Redcliffe Castle, eyes fixed on the light flickering through the crack of a door. - On the Nature of Daylight (Rating: E)

Heulwen stood outside the study and took a deep breath. - A Bridge Ablaze

It was nearly a year after the Battle of Denerim, nearly a year since Loghain had struck the killing blow against the Archdemon and mysteriously survived. - Blood and Feathers (A Jowan/Morrigan fic.)

Two months after the death of the archdemon Urthemiel, the nobles of Ferelden were celebrating the union of Queen Anora and the newly crowned King Alistair. - Solace (Rating: E)

Loghain sat at a desk writing out his report for Weisshaupt. - The Hard Choice

I'll tag @milesmentis, @breadedsinner, and @illusivesoul

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Entry 28

-Entries 13 through 27 appear to be mostly day-to-day, slice of life news and logs of hunts, parties, social events, and otherwise. Notably he mentions receiving a Saberguard medal and a ritual at the Silver Circle, as well as Nameless passing on. Also included is the arrival of the dracthyr and the Dragon Isles.-

Feyahni and I at last made landfall on the Dragon Isles with a ship of the Dragonscale Expedition. While she sought out scouting and reconnaissance roles, I put my habits and skills as a hunter to use. The wildlife is enormous, and brings unique challenges. I've assisted in founding leatherworking and skinning operations in the Waking Shores, as well as making quite a bit of coin and notoriety for myself by helping take down the wild proto-drakes.

The native proto-drake population appears to be explosive. They have no natural predators, and they are as numerous as rabbits. And they are fixed on destroying any foreign influence on their islands.

In one of our trips back, I joined her at a meeting of the Kalimdor Collective, where they discussed returning a dragon to her homeland, a young whelp named Lumigosa. I met more members than I ever have; all kaldorei or highborne outside of Feyahni and myself. While my reception wasn't perfect, Commander Maeshkin Darksong extended the hand of friendship and unity, and welcomed me fully into the ranks of his organization.

I confess, I feel somewhat strange 'belonging' to something again. When I worked at Trueshot so many years ago, I was just another hunter; the last time I really belonged was the Fourth War, with Stromgarde. Highvale Lodge doesn't quite count either, though Lethian Starblade is very much intrigued by my new involvement with the Isles and the continent of Kalimdor. The Highvale community has fully cemented me into their ranks- but under the Collective, I will be able to be an equal, *active* member. In Highvale, however, I will never be considered a true Farstrider or even a Ranger of their organization, though I am a heard voice in the small, valuable and tightknit community and have found immense pride bonding with my elven heritage and the bow over the years.

However, now sworn to defend my new allies as well as staking a protective stance over both Kalimdor and my homeland of the Eastern Kingdoms fills me with determination. Four years ago, nearly, I walked into a tavern in Stormind lost and aimless. I had lost my drive, my predatory instincts, was down on my luck, and had few coins to my name. Now I stand under the banner of two organizations I can throw my heart into; interestingly, both led by elves. It seems my time standing mostly in the human world has come pass- with my father's retirement and my return from the Broken Isles, I find greatest company within the fairer half of my blood.

Of course, I'll also be able to stand side-by-side with Feyahni as a peer in some respects, now. While she noticeably outstrips me in a tactical sense, I feel I have plenty to offer as a salt-of-the-earth, responsible sort of professional for the Collective, and going from introductions to inductions with her organization leaves me a feeling of pride and accomplishment. I don't just represent her as I grow into this guild; I represent all of the "strays" as a certain Priestess put it. My actions as a foreign, unknown element could set the tone for their future interactions and alliances with other important individuals.

Speaking of Feyahni, we've drifted deeper into my learning of the Shadow. She has proven a most fruitful teacher, and while I have a long way to go, our most recent session sees me breaking forth into actually holding some of my own Shadow energy, not just borrowing hers. As I grow stronger with every step, it seems the magical force grows more intent on punishing me. For now I emerge victorious, but gripping the Shadow with my own mind and body left me nauseated, puking and blacking out from even the slightest direct contact.

I don't envy the ren'dorei. Few in number though they are, the burden they carry would drive me to end my life in a few short weeks, I fear. Other Shadow-infected creatures, like Kahleem, perhaps, struggle in the same vein. At least I-for now- have the luxury of releasing the magic I undertake when I am finished with it. This expression of Shadow, taking it's very nature and disease into my body and mind, is far different than simply activated the enchanted Black Arrows. Though, I wonder...I only have two of the Arrows left, so I'm saving them. But were I to set them ablaze with that summoned Shadow instead of my usual tap of mana...what greater damage could they cause? I will keep this in mind for future perils.

It seems everyone experiences this unique school of magic differently. For me...it changes the world around me. Veils it in darkness, warps the edges. Like a keen drunkenness. It summons past grievances, and when I break those walls, those boundaries- when I see clearly, or at least past the illusion, and when I dispel those nagging thoughts and evil voices, it resorts to noise. Echoing, disturbing, nauseating noise. At the start, it sounds like discordant violins and cellos, something you'd hear in an orchestra at Suramar or Quel'thalas. But as I push further, the strings are replaced with heavy, erratic drums and a low, haunting scream of a siren or woman in pain. The howling noise and thumping drums intensifies the further I go, till it threatens to drown out all reality.

I seek many things in the future; to grow and learn with the Collective, to explore the Isles in their entirety and destroy their greatest predators, and to quiet this insanity I struggle against, to greater master the Shadow. It offers every predator's greatest wish- to disappear, totally and completely, from view. What else could it give one with the respect and firmness to take it?

P.S. I'm already working on a new proto-dragonscale uniform! My hawkscale garb has served me well, but it's about time for an upgrade...

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Trueshot Lodge, Highmountain

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the sweetheart of the hunter order hall, Sentry Pierce. always so happy to see the huntmaster!  (give me an origin story of this man pls >:U)

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WORLD OF WARCRAFT • LOCATIONS (116/?) Trueshot Lodge

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YOU CAN PET THEM

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My favorite place!

Malrone is very busy. 

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#41 - Highmountain

A picture of a sunrise, set in Highmountain, but not from the doe’s lake-side camp. Written right underneath are the words ‘Trueshot Lodge’. She writes further below this.

I’ve been visiting this place a bit, and speaking with fellow hunters and trackers. I’m learning so much more about what we can do, and why we do it. Between speaking to folks here; and correspondence with Vik’wa, I have a better understanding of this Horde versus Alliance mess, and about the Legion. I’m horrified to have heard some of the things I’ve been told about. It makes my heart ache. 

Vik’wa has experienced so much hurt from the hands of this Alliance - I had no idea. She told me - on the topic of Routledge and I - that not all humans and Alliance are out to be assholes, just to be mindful - not everyone I might speak of us about will be neutral or happy for us. Routledge and I had discussed this before. And I do - I keep it to myself. I mean, it’s not everyone’s business. The few people I’ve mentioned it to have been fairly happy about it. 

The folks here at the Lodge are of all types, and the conflicts I’ve been learning about seem to be put aside, for the most part. The friendliest person here has been a purple elf called Finara - we’ve talked for hours on the merits of different beasts, and of the mission of the Unseen Path - an order of sorts here in the lodge. She explained all of the orders are working together on that Argus place, and that I should consider signing on to help the missions out on Argus if I get called back.

I’m considering it. I still keep the camp in Highmountain, and have some duty to the tribe still, but this Order might be worth looking in to. I’m told the pay is reasonable, and the experience I might gain is valuable. 

[sinyna]

Having a nice conversation with Halduron Brightwing in my order hall♥