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Post by brittleiron on Oct 10, 2017 11:29:25 GMT -5
Before I begin the tales of my travels perhaps I should start at the beginning...
Born some 300 winters ago I was for the most part a typical member of my race the Kaldorei, or the Night Elves to the other races of Azeroth.
This all changed when the violence of war came to our world. As the battle lines were drawn and our kind joined the Alliance, my people fell into the roles for which they were best suited. Some became the warriors on the front lines, some the druids that tapped into our innate bond with nature to use against our enemies, some the healers to help the injured and some like myself became rogues.
Most us used our skills to scout for the armies of the Alliance, with some becoming assassins and a few of the more unscrupulous among my kind leaving the battle to become bandits, pirates and thieves. I never could find a place as any of these due to a personal moral compass that found the violence and the death repulsive. It was then that I made the decision to join the ranks of the conscientious objectors throughout the Alliance... the Pacifists.
But even among my fellow pacifists I was looked upon as odd.
So many of the fields and forests of Azeroth had been ravaged by war that I resigned myself to never destroy the plant life that was around me unless absolutely necessary, which prevented my ever taking up a career as an Herbalist.
After watching other races over-fish the lakes, streams and oceans I swore to never put rod to water so as to do my small part to renew that which had been lost.
Horrified by the exploitation of the land by the mines of both the Alliance and the Horde to power their war machines and armories, I also promised myself I would never commit the same crime against the land.
Even archeology held no interest for me, too many other civilizations that fell in Azeroth's past through bloodshed deserved to have their scared places left alone and the graves of their dead left undisturbed.
And yet my empathy for my fellow inhabitants of Azeroth required that I do something in my own small way to help. So I set out to show that change could still occur without violence and more importantly without compromising ones own moral codes.
Many of my early travels I honestly don't even feel are worthy of mention. Days spent running errands to help strangers, exploring the world around me, and to be honest falling victim to a small streak of larceny that I have come to justify in my eyes as hindering the warlike races of Azeroth by stealing their treasures whenever I can.
Truly I figured I would have been dead by now... yet another of the unmarked graves that litter this world. Only now as I have reached the 28th rank of my Pacifist order do I begin to chronicle my travels...
The story of Pacibrittle the profession-less pacifist.
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Post by brittleiron on Oct 10, 2017 11:57:16 GMT -5
Today outside of the Horde's Warsong Lumber Camp in Ashenvale I met one of the the Ancients of the forest... Gnarl. I shared his outrage over the senseless killing of so many trees and vowed to assist him. Sneaking into the horde lumber yards I gathered the remains of what I can only assume are Gnarl's brethren and returned them to him. I then traveled to the Legion infested woods to the south and planted seedlings to help reclaim some of the Fel-tainted areas and closed several of the Legion's portals to slow their return to the area. This job proved a good opportunity to test the glyph an alchemist friend had given me for assisting him with a project. While the glyph did allow me to take the appearance of the horde guards of the camp; it was not sufficient to fool them once I stepped out of the shadows. Still though it is proving to be a source of amusement, especially when returning to town in the image of some the the more 'interesting' races I encounter in my travels. Gnarl did not seem amused by my orcish lumberjack disguise when I left him however. Attachments:
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Post by brittleiron on Oct 11, 2017 10:02:51 GMT -5
During my exploration of the highlands of Arathi, I stumbled upon a small cove tucked away far from the main road. The pirate ship anchored there was nearly enough to send me in search of safer places to be, but as usual my curiosity got the better of me. Oddly enough though the pirates here were friendly and even odder still were the two gnomes with them. Professor Phizzlethorpe and his companion Doctor Draxlegauge were quite proud of becoming new members of the Blackwater Raiders, rambling on and on about some treasures hidden at the bottom of the cove and how they had developed some new gnomish tech to help find it. Honestly most of the details of the conversation went way over my head (why must gnomes talk so fast when they get excited anyways?)... and I eventually walked away from them to look out over the ocean and enjoy the sea air. A few moments later Phizzlethorpe approached me, soaking wet and looking quite disheveled. He angrily sputtered something about how I was supposed to have protected him whilst he charged his goggles in the cave at the rear of the cove. Apparently at some point one of my confused "uh-huh"s, as they ran me through the technical explanation of how the device worked, had been taken by them to mean that I would help them in this endeavor. Long story short Phizzlethorpe had entered the cave, begun charging the goggles using some sort of enchanted stone within the cave and had then been attacked by the water elemental spirits guarding it. End result of this being that he accomplished his goal, but barely escaped with his life. Feeling guilty for the misunderstanding I offered to use the goggles and retrieve the treasures for them. The goggles were designed to allow me to see the energies of the 'elven gems' as they called them, even through the coral that had formed over them. Diving into the dark waters of the cove I learned quickly why they were so willing to let me retrieve the gems for them.... the area was infested with Naga. Grumbling to myself at the gnomes forgetting to mention that 'minor' detail I resigned myself to going through with the task at hand. After slipping into stealth and sapping several Naga swimming too close to the gems the job was finished and I returned to the gnomes. The two of them proceeded to excitedly babble about all amazing and wonderful traits of these gems and the multitude of uses they had planned for them... before glancing over at their Captain waiting nearby and suddenly growing very quiet, somberly asking if I could please bring the gems to him. He introduced himself as Shakes O'Breen and seemed pleased, if not surprised, that the gnomes had actually come through on their promise to help find the treasure. Before the conversation could continue however one of his crew, an ogre by name of Lolo, sounded the alarm that the Naga were massing to attack for the theft of the gems. This time I heard the request for help that was gven, politely declined and slipped away into the shadows before the fun started. Judging by the string of insults against my parents lineage from O'Breen as I left the cove, I imagine my next encounter with pirates won't go quite so peacefully... but at least my time in Arathi helped me reach the 30th rank of my Pacifist Order.
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Post by 'Ster on Oct 11, 2017 16:00:45 GMT -5
Don't sweat the insults, pirates always bring up your family members in discussions.
In fact, next time you talk with a pirate, ask them this: What do you call a pirate with two eyes, two hands and two legs?
A beginner...
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rustyiron
Iron Veterans
Never Surrender, Sometimes Retreat
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Post by rustyiron on Oct 12, 2017 22:28:02 GMT -5
lol
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Post by brittleiron on Oct 13, 2017 10:11:38 GMT -5
Nothing terribly eventful in my recent travels... more running of errands, sneaking into camps, stealing treasures and such. I did however have an interesting encounter in Desolace and might I just say that place is well named. While passing through the centaur village east of the Cenerion Wildlands I ran across a rather amorous centaur who refused to leave me alone. After chasing me around half the camp I was forced to subdue him and leave before he recovered. Back at the druid camp I was informed that it is apparently the centaur mating season... oh lucky me. At least I've made it to the 34th rank of the Pacifist Order.
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Post by brittleiron on Oct 14, 2017 12:40:43 GMT -5
"Level a pacifist without tradeskills?" they said... "When Nagas fly" they said... After a lovely stroll through Duskwallow Marsh and Feralas I was ready to blow off a little steam. Remembering that the gnomes were having their annual race to Booty Bay I returned to Theramore to set sail for Menethil Harbor and then on to Ironforge. My plan was to sell a few trinkets I had liberated from their previous owners on the auction house and then stop by New Tinkertown for the race festivities. Sadly the harbormaster informed me that the boat wasn't running today and a trip to Ratchet resulted in the same information about the boat there. Disheartened at my chance to dye my hair pink and join the racing fun I decided to drown my sorrows at the Broken Keel Tavern. Innkeeper Willy tells me "tough luck on missing out on the race", but somehow I think that filthy goblin is laughing at my misfortune. So close to the 40th rank of the pacifist order... tomorrow perhaps.
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Post by brittleiron on Oct 19, 2017 12:29:55 GMT -5
Ah Hallow's End one of my favorite holidays... for the candy of course! I spent the better part of a day running around the Eastern Kingdoms trick or treating. I'd dare say I ventured into several areas I had no place being, but I just can't resist a challenge. A swim up the shore from Stranglehorn to get the buckets in the Blasted Lands, sneaking from Fuselight to the Iron Summit and sprinting from Deadwind Pass to The Harborage certainly got the blood flowing. After that I decided to visit Northrend figuring I could at least grab the candy buckets from the Alliance bases and Dalaran. While visiting Valiance Keep I met a kindly member of the Kalu'ak who mentioned they had adopted our Hallow's End ritual. It was at this point I decided to take a long swim to Unu'pe, grabbed the bucket there and then took the Kalu'ak transport to visit their other lovely villages. Did I mention they use giant sea turtles as boats?... simply amazing and they even rock a bit less than a ship if you are prone to seasickness. Ended the day running a few errands for the Argent folks out in Eastern Plaguelands but most of the 'help' they wanted involved a bit too much violence for my tastes and I left them to their holy crusade. As I was leaving the area I did find one chest guarded by a member of the Cult of the Damned. I gave him a gentle rap on the head, took his treasure and planted a batch of flowers at his feet. All in all it was a productive day and I was able to acquire rank 43 of my Order.
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Post by brittleiron on Oct 24, 2017 4:45:19 GMT -5
Dead at 50... attempting to do one of the Stratholme collection quests. Got aggro from several mobs, ran to a corner and hit Shadowmeld (failed) then hit Vanish (also failed)... so disappointing since I had opened the Winterspring Cub daily just prior. At least 50 is a new personal best for a profession-less pacifist.
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Towny
Challenger
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Post by Towny on Oct 24, 2017 13:37:51 GMT -5
Sorry to hear your death did you have a dot on you or something? seems strange both abilities failed. Good luck with your next attempt!
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Xaya
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Post by Xaya on Oct 24, 2017 15:43:34 GMT -5
RIP
Xayahunter lvl 71 nightelf hunter (alive) Wyrmrest Accord Xayapanda lvl 65 pandaren shaman (dead) Wyrmrest Accord Xayamonk lvl 110 tinman draenai monk Wyrmrest Accord Xayapaci lvl 36 pacifist gnome rogue (alive) Wyrmrest Accord Xayahorde lvl 15 bloodelf rogue (alive) Wyrmrest Accord
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