#wow orgrimmar

[peach-jelly-lemon]

Does anyone else think there should be more major cities for specifically alliance and horde? Going through the hallows end quests I realized how fun the whole 'sneaking into the others capital to throw stink bombs/douse the wickerman' thing is and that in all the newer expansions everything has been for all factions. I think Northrend and Pandaria expansions did a good job of mixing horde/alliance specific places and important unfactioned places. But I mean specifically big cities like Silvermoon, Thunder Bluff, Stormwind, etc. Especially with Undercity being screwed up with the plague bomb, Darnassus being burnt, and with all the new races that have been added. There's just like a lot less pvp options for world of WARcraft after like four storylines straight of 'we must unite to save azeroth from this Bigger Worse Threat!'

Or like an update to existing capitals, Orgrimmar having little sections for tauren and trolls is cool but including spaces like it for goblins, pandaren, the little fox guys, and dragons would be interesting. And then having something like that for Stormwind as well for the displaced elves and worgen. I know there's refugees walking around but I mean whole sections like old town and dwarven district.

tldr there should be updates to old stuff for new expansions that dont involve blowing the whole place up and making it unusable perhaps?

All with the caveat that I know making big detailed stuff like that is hard and takes a long time esp in videogames and I also don't have the new expansion

[squea]

Bendegúz, the half-gnome inventor dude that tries to trick u into buying "magic rocks" (he found them in a puddle outside his little workshop). usually found with a rolling cart of gadgets and doodads. thank u @buttertrait for creating the simblr adventuring guild he may not be good at fighting but he is usually smart so i hope the guild has room for him :)

[tastytofusoup]

Vanilla WoW (2004) ↠ Orgrimmar After Dark

[oldeazeroth]

Valley of Strength, Orgrimmar (41,64)

[twofadedroses]

[khadgarbignaturals]

Stormwind holds regular charity fundraisers! The money they raise is to keep Westfall poor.

In this podcast I will-

if stormwind cared about westfall they’d send aid to sentinel hill, assist the homeless population in westfall (and stormwind! a lot of the houseless citizens in stormwind are from westfall), help the farmers rebuild their fields and homes after bandits and deathwing took over or destroyed them. donations are great but they mean nothing if the people in power don’t contribute or send aid themselves. those in power have a duty to protect their citizens and stormwind has consistently failed

[azerothtravel]

A Hero's Funeral, Orgrimmar, September 24, 2019.

[wowscenery]

[akasika]

Shhh they're on a date...

I feel like i need to talk about Love In The Air event. They made new things, new dailies and new roses, but there is one thing i will never forget. Was it necessary to completely delete old quests?...

I bought roses and will never come back to this Gala of Gifts. I'm not mad, I'm just.... sad

[chryseis]

Watching this happen live this afternoon through Taliesin & Evitel's livestream is my Roman Empire

[illidan]

just thought “combat rogue” instead of outlaw. its been 7 years

[thetantiger]

Dodging and Frostweaving

Word count: 1,192

Characters: Cryagosa (she/her), Dewdrop (she/they)

Somebody please help them, they're so awkward.

Cryagosa looked at her surroundings. What was once a barren ice cave of freezing solitude was now a proper dragon’s den, thanks to the inspiration struck by that tauren and goblin she’d encountered in Orgrimmar. She put her claws on her hips and marveled at the bright Lichfire braziers, the mound of lavish cushions and beddings dyed navy and gold at the back of the cavern, the beautiful frostweave curtains flowing in the slight breeze from Icecrown outside and the impressive stash of gems, trinkets and precious jewels she was able to scavenge from the remains of her old den. It had only took a little help from a geomancer; Obsydia was an incredibly easy dragon to persuade, for the price of a few choice crystals from Crya’s old stash.

The Frostwyrm grinned at the brilliantly decorated den before her. Oh, yeah. Prime place for a good fight. Dewdrop will love this.

She heard a rustle at the front of the cave and broke into a grin. She looked over her shoulder, seeing the faerie dracthyr she’d been waiting for. “Ah! Dewdrop. There you are. Do you like what I’ve done with the place?”

Dewdrop, in their usual routine, started out aggressive. It was a comfort to Crya, honestly. “You’re not outside raising Frostwyrms. What are you planning, Cryagosa?”

“You see, Dew,” Crya began, turning around and looking at them, her arms folded neatly behind her back underneath her wings. “I have since given up the attempt to raise Frostwyrms.”

She conveniently left out that this was solely for moral reasons; with the recent campaign to take care of some of the Residuum, Crya and the friend group of Death Knights she was connected to began realizing their distaste for the excessive authoritarianism of the Ebon Blade, and had begun focusing on their living selves. Cryagosa, as a soul that had died about ten thousand years ago when Neltharion made an example of the Blue Dragonflight during the War of the Ancients, was quite disconnected from her old self and honestly didn’t remember much of it other than how the impact of the Dragon Soul’s energy felt in her chest. What she did know, however, is that she was going to be left behind if she could not get a grasp on herself morally, just as the vrykul Knight Sjorkan almost was when he chose the Blade over them--and then quickly regretted it and chose to disobey orders to save their asses instead. However, she needed her and Dewdrop to continue this performative rivalry, this almost silly and theatrical mock-hatred of one another. Their combat was riveting; Dewdrop was an impressive opponent for such a small dragonkin. It fueled her. It ignited her.

“Instead, I have..” Crya broke into a grin, rubbing her hands together as she made her grand announcement. “..kicked over a public trash can, intentionally! And I didn’t clean it up!”

…

…It was silent for a moment.

Dewdrop looked around with large, bug-like eyes. “What? What is all this?”

“Oh, this?” Crya asked, grabbing the end of a curtain and rubbing the fabric between her claws curiously. “I was told I should decorate. Do you like it? Imagine all the things we can destroy in here fighting each other.”

Dewdrop blinked at her, the fuzzy antennae of their eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I don’t think I understand. You’re giving up raising Frostwyrms?”

Cryagosa sort of shrugged nonchalantly, leaning her head back and forth. “I.. er.. became bored with it.”

“And kicking over public trash cans is less boring?”

“It makes me feel less bad.”

Dewdrop gasped at her, starting to form a slight smile. “Crya! You’re forming a moral compass.”

Cryagosa scowled and immediately turned away from them, stomping further into the cave with a dismissive wave at the dracthyr. “Nonsense,” she hissed, aware of the sound of Dewdrop’s talons on the cold floor of the cave as they followed her. “I am just-.. trying to find less inconvenient ways of being evil.”

“Sure, that’s what it is,” Dewdrop replied sarcastically, the amusement audible in their voice. “Alright, fine, I’ll bite.”

“Good!” Crya exclaimed. “You use only your claws too often.”

Dew sighed. “Well what in here were you planning to destroy? This all looks pretty expensive.”

“Well I’m delighted you asked!” Cryagosa whipped back around, immediately reaching for Dewdrop’s shoulders and spinning them towards the wall. Dew made a small noise of alarm--not dissimilar to a peep--and sort of threw them into the curtain. She made sure to be a little gentle at least for this, as Dewdrop hadn’t struck her yet--she always let Dewdrop strike first, it was more fun that way--and quickly realized the dracthyr’s back might hit the cave wall a little too hard for her liking so she grabbed them again to ensure that didn’t happen.

Dewdrop’s horns were slightly eclipsed by the frostweave of the long curtain but that was about it. The cloth barely dipped over their forehead, and their hands sort of planted against the wall, deep purple eyes wide and staring at her.

“Well, if I threw you with a little bit more effort, you could get completely tangled up in this thing,” Crya said, her talons still on Dewdrop’s shoulders. “You would tear at it, and then maybe throw me into that pile of gold over there, and-”

…

Something was wrong.

Crya examined them carefully. As a being afflicted with the same Shadowfrost element that Frost and James were, big sources of heat were easily detectable for her if close enough. And by the Aspects, they were close enough. Crya only just now realized how this might look, with Dewdrop in her den and the whole place decorated so extravagantly and her claws on their shoulders against the wall and suddenly she felt the ice within her spike. She looked at Dewdrop, vibrant blood rushing to their face and reddening the light blue hue of their base scales. Dewdrop simply stared back at her and didn’t say anything, their bug-like eyes endless pits of violet. They didn’t exactly look bad, pressed against the frostweave cloth, their mouth slightly agape in startlement and their set of razor teeth barely visible. She could’ve sworn she saw Dewdrop move, saw their head tilt, saw them lean in, saw their eyes flutter. She could’ve sworn she leaned in, too.

“I HAVE TO GO,” Cryagosa said much louder than she intended as she pulled away at the last possible second. She’d never felt such intense cold emitting from the icy core in her chest before. This was something different and she most certainly was not having it. Dewdrop paused, eyes widening again, and didn’t respond. “I- I have to run some errands.” She very consciously removed her claws from the dracthyr’s shoulders and started literally sprinting for the exit.

“Wait! Crya, what are you-”

“Bye!” She didn’t even wait for Dewdrop to finish a sentence. She took off with a strong beat of her wings, and soared towards the Borean Tundra, grasping at her own muzzle with sheer embarrassment and hoping maybe one of her friends could explain this away for her.

[kwanitathetauren]

Out and about in orgrimmar gathering some herbs!

[warcraft-positivity]

Day #183 of things I love about WoW:

Seeing familiar in-game zones in CGI cinematics. Azeroth has been my home for so long - it's so surreal and so exciting to see these places brought to life.

(Honorable mention for shots from the World of Warcraft movie. Nothing quite describes the feeling I had seeing Stormwind like that for the first time).

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[oldeazeroth]

Valley of Honor, Orgrimmar (72,35)

[findmeinshattrath]

Love the Unshackled so much. Really glad that Neri and a few others showed up in Durotar later on. Would love to see more of them.

I like to think they would set up one of those underwater "dive bars" we saw in BfA, a nice place to gather and celebrate their new safe haven.