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Lightwalkers a journey... |
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Written by Indigo
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Monday, 11 August 2008 00:42 |
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March 2005, 5 journeys began
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Nevel
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The journey of Nevel, the courageous and mighty warrior: with a fierce determination to vanquish the enemies of the alliance, he shouldered his heavy battle axe, polished his best armor, and left his home, Northshire Abbey, to venture forth to the gates of Stormwind, hoping to find adventures, see amazing new things and places and meet other warriors of the Alliance on their quest for glory and justice. But unfortunately, the axe and armor were heavy, the sun shining just as fiercely determinated, and the mighty warrior soon thirsty, so he decided to stay at the Goldshire inn for a rest and a glas of cold milk.
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Voxa
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The journey of Voxa, the good-natured, kindhearted mage: always eager to help other people, always curious and eager for knowledge, she put on her finest mageweave robe, packed her small handbag full of little magical reagents, scrolls, wands, runes, muffins, pets (a mouse, a rabbit and a squirrel), spare clothes and ofc the proper make-up and left her home, the Stormwind mage tower, wandering out of the gates of Stormwind and into the small town of Goldshire. By now, the small handbag had already become mightily heavy to carry and her feet were starting to ache a bit as well, so she decided to have a little rest at the Goldshire inn. Entering the tavern and sitting down at a free table, she takes a look at the only other patron: a young warrior with a huge wooden axe, a shiny copper breastplate and a pile of empty glasses in front of him. Friendly as always, Voxa rummages in her handbag and finds a few muffins. "Here, that should go nicely with your milk" she says. "And just ignore the bite marks, my mouse, rabbit and squirrel are all healthy and houseclean!"
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Stalwart
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The journey of Stalwart, the courageous holy paladin, who even at level 20 already wore pink pants and happened to have his hearthstone set to the Goldshire inn. He had just fought an epic battle against the enemies of Stormwind, the vile Defias Brotherhood, who had been plundering a farmstead near Goldshire. Armed with his gleaming silver sword and the powers of the light; by the light his enemies should be purged! And there is, of course, absolutely no doubt, that if they had been less numerous, he would certainly have succeeded in his mission, instead of bubbling and hearthstoning. With a heavy sigh, and a loud *clank* of his pink plate pants, he dropped onto the empty chair next to the warrior and the mage seated in the tavern. The mage offers him a muffin as well and while chewing on it he asks "Say, did you ever try to make muffins with cheese? I'm sure..."
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Horax
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The journey of a little green haired gnome mage, interrupting the conversation with a loud *BANG* as he blinks into the tavern and smacks against the back wall. "Hello, Horax." the barkeep says without looking up from polishing a glas. The gnome struggles to his feet, jumps over the bar and vanishes beneath it. "None of you ever saw me." a squeaking voice comes out from under the bar. "Especially not if it's a sheep that's asking." The 3 people at the table are staring at the bar with open mouths.
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Indigo
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The journey of a noob, valiantly trying to figure out how to play this game. Little did i know of the consequences of walking into the Goldshire inn on that sunny day and meeting a group of odd but friendly people there. Little did we know, what would become out of these 5 adventurers, who decided to head towards Stormwind at the end of the day, to purchase a guild charter. It was Voxa who named us those that walk with the Light ("Nevel and the hot chicks" certainly only lost by a small margin) and i was "allowed" to pay the guildcharter.
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A day later, we set out on our journey into the wide, strange lands of Azeroth together.

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We helped a lot of weird people with yellow ! above their heads, slayed huge, evil dragons, ventured into the bastions of our enemies and killed even their most dangerous leaders and shared a lot of treasure - and a lot of wipes and corpse runs. On our way, we met more people, and sometimes some of them decided to join us on our journey.

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Last Updated on Saturday, 10 October 2009 17:10 |
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