Westbound
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Say goodbye to warm beds and homemade cherry pies and hellooooo to mosquito tents and mystery stew!
Gah.
Happy New Year!
A crowd gathered at the gates of Stormwind to ring in the new year, boisterous with their overflowing mugs and wine goblets. Many familiar faces swirled around me — old friends and new raised their mugs, greeting me warmly as I passed by. I was in search of a good spot for the upcoming firework show, away from towering heads and floppy hats, when me eyes looked upon an old friend I’d never thought I’d see.
Presents!
I was roused from me sleep early morn when Ringo shook the bed as cookie crumbs fell from his beard onto the sheets. Before I could pull the covers back over me head, he tells me that Greatfather Winter has left surprises under the tree!
I did not want to fumble around for a clean robe so I grabbed Ringo’s overalls and undershirt on the chair next to me bed and ran to the entrance of Ironforge where the great tree was. Sure enough, there was a crowd milling around — humans, gnomes, and night elves shaking the presents, trying to figure out which one they wanted. One of the goblins told me I could take up to five presents so I elbowed me way through, accidentally stepping on a few fingers, and snatched the prettiest boxes I could find.
I bit off the strings and tore through the wrappings to find five yummy eggnog in little containers, five delicious gingerbread cookies, a little red helper and a mini-snowman! Other folks were winding up their little green helpers, tiny reindeer and snowmen toys so they’d dance and jingle.
What a great way to wake up — Happy Winter’s Veil!
Greatfather Winter Returns!
It’s that time of the year — one of celebration, feasting, and gift exchanging. The Winter Veil is upon us once more!
For us dwarves, Winter Veil is a celebration of Greatfather Winter and the snowy blessings he brings to Dun Morogh. As the legend goes, Greatfather Winter would walk Azeroth late in the seasons with winter as his billowing cloak over the lands marking the occasion as a time for rebirth and renewal. We consider him to be a personification of the Titans, the greatest ancients to ever walk across Azeroth.
Not of this World
A warlock summoning people across continents is one thing, but to summon unholy creatures from another world? This I had to see. The pair of us were off to conquer a fire-breathing mare for Voca, our resident warlock and gnome extraordinaire.
Matthias and Ulrich, a virtious paladin and a beefy warrior that had no shortage of battle scars, joined in Voca’s quest to hack and slash the way through the western wing of Dire Maul, ultimately defeating Immol’thar at the final summoning circle.