World of Wacraft
Came back last month and checked out the Shadowlands stuff I missed and Dragonflight. Bought two more months of game time with the WoW token. I've been doing rated battlegrounds, RPing, and working on some other grinds. New underground zone arrives next week in 10.1. The WoW dev team has just experienced several departures and it seems like 10.2 isn't going to come out for several months, so I don't intend to stick around the whole duration of 10.1.
Over the past week, the Moon Guard RP server has been hosting a cross-faction campaign against the Primalists. The Primalists in our RP felt far more threatening and imposing than they did in Blizzard's content. In our campaign, the Primalists are such a threat that the Horde and Alliance mobilize their armies and fleets to the Dragon Isles.
A Horde army leaves Orgrimmar for the Dragon Isles on day 1 of the campaign.
Alliance forces assembling in Stormwind Harbor on day 1.
Horde on their ships sailing towards the Dragon Isles on day 2.
Alliance on their ships.
We encounter turbulent seas and spot storm clouds as we approach the Dragon Isles. We receive word that the Primalists have launched a preemptive strike on our fleet. Lighting strikes down gunships with hundreds of soldiers on board. The coalition's forces break up into multiple groups to respond to the many different crises occurring simultaneously.
Map showing the position of various forces as we landed on D2.
My character joins the D-day landing on the Waking Shores. We trudge inland through the mud under as a pitch black sky punctuated by lightning. We struggle to retain control over our frightened steeds. We stumble upon the dead bodies of our brothers. We become enshrouded in dense mists and can't see more than a few feet in front of us. An unnatural wind sucks the very air out of our throats. We are kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. Frostbite is setting in on our extremities. A massive storm elemental that we can barely see through the wind and rain manifests before us. We are eviscerated by glass and sand and small rocks. The sheer hurricane force launches even heavy orcs and Tauren back, sending a trail through the mud. We turn around and run for our lives. Squadrons of gyrocopters are hurtling towards the earth and impact into the rocks all around us. A menacing voice booms like thunder through the mountains, mocking the spawn of the Titans...
That was just one event. Then you have stuff like molten cubes slowly advancing upon our encampment, with molten tendrils that extend out and grab people and retract them inside to be cooked alive. A half eaten orc sticks out of the fire elemental, begging his comrades to stay away as he melts. Blackened bones fall out of the back of the fire elemental. Events where Primalists are performing dark rituals, and their bodies contort and erupt into fire elementals. Dragons are actually formidable. We are briefed in camp how to fight them without being eaten, crushed, or roasted alive by them. We take the Primalist's heads back to camp and stake them out for all to see, trophies of our hard fought victories and a warning to any would dare turn against us.
Officers brief the coalition encampment on the status of the campaign and the day's assignments.
