leaders of the alliance:
varian wrynn, tyrande whisperwind and malfurion stormrage, genn greymane, the council of the three hammers, prophet velen, gelbin mekkatorque
(Source: borgiabutts)
“So I get into an AV. We all rush out of the gate, yawn. As the cap timers start to come up, I notice something strange. Alliance is sweeping the field, no horde caps. Okay, fine, maybe I got into a premade. Make my way down to Drek, get into the room… and find 30+ horde characters (death knights, resto druids, ele shamans) all named very suspiciously (aredone, aredtwo, aredthree, aredfour, ablueone, abluetwo, abluethree, etc). They attack with astonishing synchronicity, laying waste to player after player after player. We have a multiboxer, folks. An impressive multiboxer, or perhaps several. We try zerging, to no avail. We try bunching up and going in all at once spamming AOE’s… alas, no dice. He’s too much for us with Drek on his team. Well, AV has a resource component, right? Let’s just cap the mines, and we’ll starve him out. Well that would work, see, if he ever came out for long enough to kill anyone. He loses no reinforcements once all the towers are gone if nobody on his team dies. An hour passes. People leave. Others stay. “I’ll be damned if I let this motherfucker beat us.” Our reinforcement counts are getting disturbingly close. Every so often people get fed up and try to zerg Drek’s room. This isn’t going well. But there is hope. “Hey… doesn’t Ivus attack their base? Who has storm crystals?” It took a while, but we got the druids down to midfield. We all stood around, completely clueless, summoning at the rock in the middle. Ivus “Ivan” the ForestLord shows up in all his glory. He pats around midfield for awhile, and the crew of stalwarts wonders aloud if he’s bugged or something. No, he just takes his sweet time. Reinforcement count: Horde 90+, Alliance 120+. A crew of brave souls has been running supplies from the mine back to base all this time to keep our reinforcement count up. “I come to raze your bases, Frostwolf Clan. Ivus punishes you for your treachery!” We’re in business! The whole alliance raid follows Ivus south, shouting cheers. Speculation is made as to whether this will work. Doubts are expressed. But finally we arrive. Ivus engages the multiboxer. Everything lags to hell. A few of us die, but we zerg back. Horde reinforcement count isn’t budging… wait. It moved. It’s going down! There’s another! ALL IN, ALL IN! START AOE’ING! GET HIM, GET HIM! The horde reinforcement count is plummeting. “He’s out of mana, LOL!” I notice some very very low nameplates in Drek’s room. I’m spamming wound poisoned FoK as fast as I can. Suddenly the room is clear of horde! “Everyone on Drek!” WE WON! I-vus, I-vus! AV hasn’t been this fun since vanilla. Thanks, you magnificent bastard multiboxer, for giving us someone to hate.”
“The Horde shouldn’t feel like villains because they took more territory.
The Horde should feel like villains because you attack without provocation, murder civilians, use chemical and biological weapons, torture helpless prisoners, and otherwise make every effort to commit every atrocity imaginable, including desecrating the enemy dead, kidnapping family members to extort the enemy, and turning people into ooze.
We firebomb children to death.
The Horde should feel like villains because the Horde does nothing but villainous things. As someone who plays a tauren I have given up on RPing him, because there’s no way to justify my actions. Azeroth would be greatly improved if the Horde was destroyed.
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Let me show you my boyfriend … errrr… a paladin… hmm.. a Singing Sunflower Concert with her current background band the lvl70(?) elite tauren chieftains!
Do you like my new hairstyle? Or should keep my natural silver color? Wich one fits better to the horde blood? I am standing at the blacksmith by the way.
When I played my priest I thought this is for the plate wearer’s job, or maybe it is for the rogues because they are so fast.. Anyway I have never ever tried to get that damned carroty flag and run for my life, run for my victory.
