Tear-filled night, my goodbye, I will leave everyone, again with this beautiful poem:
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
across Northrend’s bright and shining snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
on Westfall’s fields of golden grain.
I am in the morning hush,
of Stranglethorn’s jungle, green and lush.
I am in the drums loud and grand,
the thunderous hooves across Nagrand.
I am the stars warmly gleaming,
over Darnassus softly dreaming.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Just blew 5,400 gold on the breadmaker staff for my twink Mage, phew.. I’m goin all out on this!
So bummed I’m out of monster /:
Varland, a warrior who hails from the green Elwynn forest, worked the logging camp with his father, grew up to be a watch in the town of Darkshire and from then his adventuring days began, he found his father’s old journal after he had been brutally murdered by Orc scum. Tales of adventure, gold, loot, and distant lands instantly drew Varland’s attention. He took up his fathers old armor and his trusty skull-splitting battleaxe. Varland ventured through the luscious jungles of Stranglethorn, across the fiery steppes, and the arid blasted lands until he came to the colossal door known as the dark portal, he knew the moment he would step across the threshold of his world, his life would change more dramatically than would ever be imagined… And it did. Waves and waves of demons, carrying axes, swords, bearing fangs, and manipulating evil, dark magics. Varland’s will allowed him to cut through, scars of the hellfire still show in his eyes, he trudged through the vast marshes, forests, plains, and mountains of this Outland. He pushed through the forces of the burning legion, cut the head off of the demon Magtheridon, and moved with the forces of the Ashtongue Deathsworn upon the desecrated grounds of the black temple, sanctuary of the betrayer, Illidan. Alongside Akama and Maiev Shadowsong, the demon fell. but, alas, his homeland was calling to him. He ventured back to his birthplace of the Elwynn forest and to the glorious city of Stormwind, he had been called to battle by the king of Stormwind himself to battle alongside the forces of light against the ever growing threat of the scourge in the cold mountains of Northrend, and the land of Arthas, the Lich, the fallen prince of Lordaeron. The restless scourge were met at the tundra shores of Northrend by Varland’s tenacity. He ventured through the wastes of dragons’ past, he witnessed the massacre of his allies at the Wrathgate, he charged the citadel of Icecrown, the source of this evil, he sought to put and end to this. Alongside the forces of the mighty Tirion Fordring, and the argent crusade, Varland and his allies fought thousands upon thousands of rotting scourge before reaching the king, Arthas… Upon his frozen throne he rose and a great battle was fought, many were lost, but by the light, Varland and the crusade prevailed, and upon him, the title of “The Light of Dawn” was bestowed. With the threat of Arthas dealt with, Azeroth seemed to be at peace, aside from the conflict between the horde and alliance. That was.. Until the sundering, the disturbing of the world pillar, the cataclysm, Deathwing… When hard times come, people must find others to confide in, such is the way of all living beings, Varland had found a companion among the races of lycan within the walls of Gilneas. The battle of the homefront was great, the inhabitants of Azeroth along with Varland were fighting against Azeroth itself, with its very fabric of existence being transformed. The dragon soul was retrieved within the bone wastes of Dragonblight where the dreaded Lich King had ruled just before, Varland along with the forces of Azeroth stormed Wyrmrest Temple and took down Deathwing, crashing into the maelstrom where Varland, his Lycan companion and his other allies destroyed Deathwing’s very essence from the world. Many lives were lost that day, along with Varland’s companion… Bestowed upon him was a shard of Deathwing’s plate which had been forged into a sword as a token of victory. Many grieved for the lives lost, there was no exception for Varland, who was very shaken in losing someone who had been through his side through this. It was not long before Varland was on the deck of the Skyfire on his way to the land of the mists. The blank stare in his eyes, he slaughtered hundreds of Orcs on that shore of the jade forests. Overcome, but overcoming his fear, doubt, hatred, and anger in this new land.
Sitting in my chair eating gummy bears, drinking monster and about to watch Netflix. Yes.
Day 01 - Your first character.
Day 02 - The biggest jerk you’ve dealt with (in game)?
Day 03 - A class you’re awful at playing?
Day 04 - Your favorite zone (Classic, BC, WotLK & Cata)?
Day 05 - Your favorite classic instance.
Day 06 — Your favorite quest line?
Day 07 — Your favorite piece of…
I just added up all my /played time on wow and I have over 212 days… I may have a problem. :D
