Post by ironpleb on Jan 8, 2019 18:12:51 GMT -5
Champion of Dun Morogh, and the last two percent of Elwynn Forest!
Ironpleb the First (whom is likely to be succeeded shortly) began his journey as a common warrior of the Dwarven kind. Not the optimal choice of class, if my hindsight may be honest, but onwards he shall press! Trudging through the thick snow of his home, conquering goons and trolls alike, he aided everyone in their needs in sharpish fashion! This was not due to the player having previous experience with these quests, not at all! It was all due to Ironpleb’s inborn skill! Nonetheless, off Ironpleb flew in a Gnomish contraption to Kharanos, a yummy leftover leg of meat and his belongings with him.
There he aided a chef, slew Wendigos in the dozen, rescued some mountaineers and performed many other heroic deeds, such as contributing another four silver to the economy in order to purchase a 6-slot bag! Not to mention that he slew a rare wolf! With meals racking up, it surely seemed all was well for Ironpleb... and sure enough, it was! He moved on to an excavation site, rescued trapped miners and recovered relics, then laid enraged elementals to rest and rescued his brethren who were frozen solid in chunks of ghastly ice! Being sure to not equip any dastardly green items, the traps that they are, he moved onto the airfield. It seemed as if nothing could derail Ironpleb the First’s train of slaughter...
That was, until two plucky pyromancers from the Dark Iron Clan tried their luck. Foolishly and cockily, Ironpleb attempted to ignore these pests before coming to terms with his sticky situation! At first slaying the cads seemed optimal, yet to no avail! He fled the scene, fireballs following close behind! With thirty health left, he ducked beneath cover, rendering the pyromancers’ casts useless. The flame-wielding fools gave up chase after that, and with it came a valuable lesson for his future endeavours: ‘never leave the opposition unchecked’. Soon after recovering with some spiffingly mouth-watering legs of meat, he concluded his quest and climbed aboard a plane of sorts, then bombed the living devil out of those Dark Iron blighters and slew their commander! A good show, indeed.
With the mastermind revealed and brought to justice, Ironpleb made haste for the Deeprun Tram and ventured to Elwynn Forest, where he encountered... Goldshire on an RP server for the first time. Shuddering and scarred, nightmare fuel up to the brim of the tank, he soldiered on towards Westfall, but not before witnessing a military roleplay at a fortress, slaying Gnolls for their bandanas and bringing down Hogger himself in a test of might!
The journey continues soon, into Westfall.
Will Ironpleb emerge victorious and all the more skilled? Or will the player regret ever choosing the warrior class and wonder why he’s sunk over six hours of his real life into this challenge?
Find out, soon.
Ironpleb the First (whom is likely to be succeeded shortly) began his journey as a common warrior of the Dwarven kind. Not the optimal choice of class, if my hindsight may be honest, but onwards he shall press! Trudging through the thick snow of his home, conquering goons and trolls alike, he aided everyone in their needs in sharpish fashion! This was not due to the player having previous experience with these quests, not at all! It was all due to Ironpleb’s inborn skill! Nonetheless, off Ironpleb flew in a Gnomish contraption to Kharanos, a yummy leftover leg of meat and his belongings with him.
There he aided a chef, slew Wendigos in the dozen, rescued some mountaineers and performed many other heroic deeds, such as contributing another four silver to the economy in order to purchase a 6-slot bag! Not to mention that he slew a rare wolf! With meals racking up, it surely seemed all was well for Ironpleb... and sure enough, it was! He moved on to an excavation site, rescued trapped miners and recovered relics, then laid enraged elementals to rest and rescued his brethren who were frozen solid in chunks of ghastly ice! Being sure to not equip any dastardly green items, the traps that they are, he moved onto the airfield. It seemed as if nothing could derail Ironpleb the First’s train of slaughter...
That was, until two plucky pyromancers from the Dark Iron Clan tried their luck. Foolishly and cockily, Ironpleb attempted to ignore these pests before coming to terms with his sticky situation! At first slaying the cads seemed optimal, yet to no avail! He fled the scene, fireballs following close behind! With thirty health left, he ducked beneath cover, rendering the pyromancers’ casts useless. The flame-wielding fools gave up chase after that, and with it came a valuable lesson for his future endeavours: ‘never leave the opposition unchecked’. Soon after recovering with some spiffingly mouth-watering legs of meat, he concluded his quest and climbed aboard a plane of sorts, then bombed the living devil out of those Dark Iron blighters and slew their commander! A good show, indeed.
With the mastermind revealed and brought to justice, Ironpleb made haste for the Deeprun Tram and ventured to Elwynn Forest, where he encountered... Goldshire on an RP server for the first time. Shuddering and scarred, nightmare fuel up to the brim of the tank, he soldiered on towards Westfall, but not before witnessing a military roleplay at a fortress, slaying Gnolls for their bandanas and bringing down Hogger himself in a test of might!
The journey continues soon, into Westfall.
Will Ironpleb emerge victorious and all the more skilled? Or will the player regret ever choosing the warrior class and wonder why he’s sunk over six hours of his real life into this challenge?
Find out, soon.