About me continued…

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It has been a while since I wrote about how I got to be me. So I thought I would cover some parts of it today.

After I left Teldrassil, I spent some time roaming the lands by myself until I got to know a little group of people and adventurers that called themselves ‘Pious Brothers’.

I joined them first time in Zul’Farrak. After a while I became a trusted member and joined them wherever they went. Once or twice we raided the Horde at their Crossroads in the Barrens. It was enjoyable. During that time I had drifted into the role of healer, a bit of a suicidal healer as I couldn’t say no to opportunities. I remember once when a friend of mine Happy asked me to come to Andorhal in the Western Plaguelands while he and another tank killed Araj the Summoner. It took some tries as I was not experienced enough, nor did I have the power in my spells that we would have needed. But, when there was no other healer available. I went to where I was called and did my job.
Shortly after the Araj incident I was summoned to Blackrock Depths as a healer.

I remember that we managed to help Marshal Windsor and kill Bael’Gar.
I returned at a later point to the dungeons under the Blackrock spire, just to sit on the Emperors throne of power.

 

But now. During the time I spent roaming the world before I joined the nice people in the Pious Brothers, I picked up some useable trade skills. Herbalism I had picked up already before I left Teldrassil and when I visited Ironforge for the first time I picked up Mining, These two professions became the best way to finance my traveling urge. Wherever I went, I ended up with ore and herbs in my bags that I then could sell to people that needed them or trade for better equipment in a city.

My new mount

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Paid a visit to the Sons of Hodir Quartermaster the other day to pick up my new Ice Mammoth.

Gilneas and Dalaran

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I paid a visit to the refugees at the Graymane Wall. Those poor people are still hoping that the gates will open again one day. I remember reading a little bit about this some time ago.

Apparently the Gilneans supported their leaders decision to stop helping the alliance after the second war, their biggest argument was that they didn’t want to support an alliance that kept the enemy alive at the internment camps. So King Genn Greymane decides to build a wall. And evidently he had the support from his people.
I have heard a rumor that some Gilneans traveled with Jaina Proudmoore to Kalimdor during the third war. I shall try to find some evidence for this.

Lastly I must quote King Genn Greymane from one of the copper coins he tossed into the fountain in Dalaran.
”Pah, the fountains in Gilneas could grant ten times as many wishes as Dalaran's!” -Genn Greymane

As I for once was in the Eastern Kingdoms, I decided to head to the old location of Dalaran as it is not a long ride from the Greymane Wall. I have always been fascinated by the wonders of magic, and probably that is why I have learned it. But the most visible magic I wield is my shape shifting abilities, it is quite a small scale compared to lifting a whole city from the ground. And yes, they lifted quite a lot from below the city as well.

Outside of old Dalaran is an old interment camp where the alliance had kept the orcs after the second war. To my surprise, the camp outside of Dalaran is used by the mages for studies of the undead. They hold a handful of them in the old wooden buildings. To my relief, the undead seem to belong to a group that don’t have anything against being there.