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It was a sunny, beautiful day in the World of Warcraft. People were going about their business, having long forgotten the terrible affliction the Cataclysm has brought upon their land.
The rest was however disturbed by a terrible prophecy Malfurion made that day in Darnassus. "I sense a terribly great power gathering nearby." He said worried. The queen looked at him and asked "Deathwing..?". "No" answered the master of Druidism, "something way more evil".
Malfurion sent out a messanger to Stormwind, to report the prophecy to the King. The King, sceptical at first, eventually believed the tale the messanger told him and wanted to use this power to defeat Deathwing. All of the sudden, it started to rain cheese, the sky unleashed a terrible flurry of lightning bolts and mushrooms.
"WHAT IS THIS TERRIBLE CURSE UNLEASHED UPON MY KINGDOM?!" The King burst into a terrible rage. Almost suspiciously, the storm stopped. And everything returned to normal.
Meanwhile in Teldrassil, a weak, inexperienced Night Elf Druid with green hair was born. As was a purple haired Night Elf Rogue. The Rogue, having visited Azeroth before the Cataclysm. Still remembered everything from before the Cataclysm, but unfortunately lost hisaccount former self, having to gather his powers all a new.
The Druid was terribly confused, he had so many things to see, so much to learn. After following the advice of his Rogue friend carefully he soon completed his first quests. His power increased. The time came for the druid to learn his first healing spell, after doing this, he and his friend went into a cave for a quest.
The rogue had monsters following him and was running away like mad "HEAL ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HEAL ME" he exclaimed. The Druid, trying to catch up to the Rogue to heal him with his "Healing Touch" failed to do this on time and the Rogue died.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU HEAL ME?!" The Rogue yelled at the Druid. "BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T STAND STILL SO I COULDN'T GET IN RANGE". The Rogue went berserk "YOU WERE IN RANGE THE ENTIRE TIME". "NO I WASN'T" the druid yelled "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CAST HEALING TOUCH ON YOU WHEN YOU'RE 10 YARDS AWAY, MY ARMS AREN'T THAT LONG".
The Rogue started laughing and, seeming to have regained his calmness said to the Druid: "There is no such thing as "Touch Range" in Azeroth, you can cast all of your spells at range".
The Druid, being baffled by this piece of information, tried out the Rogue's claim. And surely enough, he was able to heal at long range with something that was claimed to be a "touch".
The Druid and the Rogue quested through multiple areas. After the Rogue escorted the Druid to the city of Stormwind, in order to go to the Rogue's favourite area in the Eastern Kingdoms "Westfall", the Druid was impressed by the sight of dragons and horses going around. The Druid, having recently learned his first few shapeshift spells, wanted to become a Feral druid, because he had noticed that he could do more damage in cat form than he could in his normal form.
The Rogue replied with a strict "No". The Druid asked why. The Rogue said that as the Druid's power increased, his normal form will be stronger. The Druid relunctantly agreed to learn "Balance Magic" instead. But the Druid wasn't pleased with his life.
"I'm getting sick of these quests" The Druid cried out in desperation. "Isn't there anything else we can do to train?" he asked. His friend, having seen the Druid improve massively in the time they've spent together, looked at him and said "I think you're ready for the next step".
The Druid, willing to do almost anything to become stronger without questing, waited patiently as his Rogue companion wrote down his name and the Druid's name on a sheet of paper. After waiting and fooling around in Stormwind for a couple of minutes, an announcer yelled that "the group was ready". The Druid suddenly got teleported with his friend into a small room with a humanoid dog staring him into his eyes.
He noticed how there suddenly were 3 additional people as well, all wearing the same group banner. One of them looked ill-equipped for the fight, but seemed to emit a very gentle energy. One of them looked like an oversized beefcake.
One of the people talked to the doglike creature, and went into a door. The Druid followed him. The "tank" as he was called by the group, started yelling at some nearby monsters. The Druid, being sharp to his surroundings (or so he thought) noticed the tank getting angrier and angrier until he released his rage in a mighty attack that seemed to anger the monsters.
The druid, having learned damaging abilities, started attacking one of the beasts (who seemed incredibly strong), with all of his might. The beast suddenly ran towards him and killed him in a few hits.
"WHAT HAPPENED" the druid yelled at his Rogue friend. The Rogue, with a slight tone of disappointment in his voice answered: "You got aggro". The Druid flashbacked to a few years prior, when his uncle, a mighty troll priest from another land (don't ask how a troll is an uncle of a night elf). Told him about the land of Azeroth and how you had something called "aggro", which was something that the tank is meant to keep, and if you attack a beast, you will anger him and he might start attacking you.
The Druid, being terribly confused, suddenly felt a warm energy touching him and before he knew it, he was standing on his feet good as new. The battle raged on, he was his rogue friend expertly avoiding angering the monsters too much and seemed to be at ease with the situation. After killing multiple beasts and having to put his hands inside of dead creatures to search for a few copper pieces, they came to a very powerful being.
He could tell from the being that this was no ordinary foe. He looked at his group, who were looking a bit nervous now. The tank screamed with all of his might at the foe, instantly drawing the attention. The person who had previously brought the druid back to life seemed incredibly focussed and started spamming powerful spells that mended the wounds of his allies.
The Druid attacked with all his might until they finally killed their opponent. The Druid, having enjoyed the increased difficulty and complexity of the fight said to his friend "this is much more fun than questing, we should have done this all along". His friend laughed and they kept doing this until they reached a new level of power.
The Rogue escorted the Druid (who still had no idea of how to navigate through Azeroth) back to Darnassus. This time, whilst on the boat, he was expecting an epic voyage accross the ocean, happily talking with his friend on the boat. But, before he knew it, the boat landed at the Night Elf docks. Slightly disappointed, the Druid disembarked from the ship and proceded to Darnassus. Where his friend introduced him to a very special lady.
"Who is this woman?" The Druid asked. The Rogue smiled and said "She is going to teach us to ride a sabre". The Druid learned, and happily rode off on his giant creature.
Meanwhile in the throne room of Stormwind, the King was organizing the fight against Deathwing, the Druid, being new to this world, was unaware of the brave men and women dying in this fight.
As time passed the friend became stronger and stronger. Until they reached what his friend called "level 74". Where his friend left him all alone, and never came back to Azeroth again. The Druid, being stuck in a world of ice unknown to him, decided to press on through this world on his own. He had declined all the invitations to join a guild until this date. However, one of the final things his friend told him was that being in a guild gives you advantages, like learning 10% faster.
So our Druid friend went out in search for a guild. "LOOKING FOR A FRIENDLY, SOCIAL RAIDING GUILD" he screamed at the top of his lungs. A raid, he had learned, was where you vanquished the evil in Azeroth, and he wanted to do this very badly. A young woman approached the Druid, she was wearing heavy armour and wielding a sword and shield. The Druid concluded that she was a Paladin Tank. The woman whispered "we have one, would you like to join?". "Sure" the Druid answered, the woman invited him to the guild and the druid accepted.
After joining a guild he noticed that his sabre was moving faster, he was learning faster and lots of other things. Another fact he noticed was being able to hear his guildies in his head, no matter where he went. He wasn't bothered though.
The Druid assumed that the first guild he joined wasn't going to be the right one, because that seldom happens. So he remained quiet. One day, when he was riding the love boats in Darnassus that were present for a local celebration. He decided to talk and make jokes to the people in the guild. It worked out well, the people seemed to be laughing, even though he didn't know who they were.
After that day he and his uncle went over their experiences in Azeroth. The young Druid happily said to his uncle that he had found a level 16 guild that raids aswell. His uncle used his magical device to check the progress of the guild in the raids. His uncle explained to the Druid that the progress his guild has made is very poor, they have only vanquished foes that have been vanquished a long time ago!
The Druid, slightly disappointed, said to his uncle "ahh well, it will only be until I reach my maximum power, after that I will join your guild".
The Druid reached level 85 in an area known as the twilight highlands, he decided to quest the final bit of knowledge he needed to reach the highest powerlevel in sheer exitement "I'm going to be able to raid now" he thought.
Shortly after reaching this level of power and raiding some dungeons in order to gather better equipment. The young woman who had invited him into the guild asked in the guild chat if anyone wanted to join "ICC", which he had learned meant Icecrown Citadel, home of the Lich King, killer of Ozzy Osbourne. The Druid, being a personal fan of Ozzy, swore that he would take down the Lich King. He met up with nine others who seemed to have unspeakable power. The Druid had relearned his spells and was now a healer, a job which he seemed to enjoy more.
The Druid remembered the days where he got yelled at by tanks for being an awful healer, but because he disregard the tanks yelling, he kept trying. Until another tank told him that he was a great healer. The Druid remembered how he rejoiced.
He now believed in his healing abilities fully, and with a full set of confidence, he entered the Lich King's lair. He was asked to use a mystical device so his voice could be transmitted instantly to other members of the raid. He did as he was told. Being in a situation where you are forced to talk to people you don't know is never easy, but the Druid didn't mind. "I'll just be myself, and if they don't like it, I might aswell leave for my uncle's guild" he thought to himself. And so he did.
He remembered a few of the names "Termia" the woman who had introduced him to the guild. And "Clammy" who he had heard was the guild's leader. Up until that point, the Druid always thought that Clammy was a man. But as soon as he heard her voice, that idea changed.. very rapidly.
He joked and he joked around, and the people seemed to be enjoying it. Even though he died again and again he didn't mind, he was having the time of his life. He had even noticed that his healing wasn't good enough. But he still had a great time! He met up again and again with these people to do all kinds of things.
They weren't the strongest people in Azeroth, but atleast they were kind. The Druid grew closer and closer to them, talked to them more and more, until one day his uncle asked "so, are you ready to join our guild?". The Druid hesitated for a while, but eventually answered. "No, I've found a guild that I really like, they're not the best raiders, but they are really nice. I'd rather not". His uncle, being slightly disappointed that his nephew preferred that guild over his (which had a lot of stronger people in it), eventually agreed and said: "It's okay, everyone likes their own thing".
The Druid had found his home, the first guild he found was also the one he liked the most. And even through the most difficult of times, he still stayed in it. This is where he belonged, with these people.
A few months later he was even elected to become an officer, something which he considered a terrible idea at first. He thought he was too childish and young to become an officer, he had a reputation for being "an insane idiot". He wasn't exactly known as the most reliable person around (possibly having to do with the three billion deaths he caused by trying to comfort bosses). But then he thought, well they must have their reasons for wanting me as an officer. And he accepted the offer.
The Druid watched the guild grow, change. Change he was relunctant to accept at first. But came to love later.
Malfurion and Wrynn, enjoying a particularly well brewed cup of horde blood. Discussed about the evil they observed one day, and how it was still there, but somehow different, as if it was tamed. Wrynn said to Malfurion "I thought you said this person had a huge power". "Yes" Malfurion said, "I have met this person a few weeks ago, and he does have huge power, unfortunately all of it is wasted". "How come?" Wrynn asked. Malfurion answered: "It seems this young druid is using 90% of his druidic energy to strengthen his stomach with roots". Wrynn laughed and said: "Why would one do that?". "Because he wanted to eat more cheese.." Malfurion exclaimed almost in disbelieve. "Atleast he was tamed by this guild called Twilight Justice, someone that crazy could have doomed us all, imagine that facing Deathwing and deciding to attack him with a toy car, it would spell the end of us all. Luckily, he'll never do that thanks to this guild.."
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I guess this Story is a way to thank the guild for the great time I'm having. And not going 400% batshit insane from my blabbering
. I wanted to write this to make up for all the crap I said about the guild through time. The guild ain't perfect, but in all the games I've played, this is the guild/clan/corporation/league I've enjoyed being in the most 
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Too long ; Didn't Read version: I LOVE YOU ALL SO FRICKIN MUCH, COME ON OVER HERE AND GIVE ME A HUG. *sobs*
Coming up: A new story, in my usual insane blabbering (it's hard being serious for this long)
The rest was however disturbed by a terrible prophecy Malfurion made that day in Darnassus. "I sense a terribly great power gathering nearby." He said worried. The queen looked at him and asked "Deathwing..?". "No" answered the master of Druidism, "something way more evil".
Malfurion sent out a messanger to Stormwind, to report the prophecy to the King. The King, sceptical at first, eventually believed the tale the messanger told him and wanted to use this power to defeat Deathwing. All of the sudden, it started to rain cheese, the sky unleashed a terrible flurry of lightning bolts and mushrooms.
"WHAT IS THIS TERRIBLE CURSE UNLEASHED UPON MY KINGDOM?!" The King burst into a terrible rage. Almost suspiciously, the storm stopped. And everything returned to normal.
Meanwhile in Teldrassil, a weak, inexperienced Night Elf Druid with green hair was born. As was a purple haired Night Elf Rogue. The Rogue, having visited Azeroth before the Cataclysm. Still remembered everything from before the Cataclysm, but unfortunately lost his
The Druid was terribly confused, he had so many things to see, so much to learn. After following the advice of his Rogue friend carefully he soon completed his first quests. His power increased. The time came for the druid to learn his first healing spell, after doing this, he and his friend went into a cave for a quest.
The rogue had monsters following him and was running away like mad "HEAL ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HEAL ME" he exclaimed. The Druid, trying to catch up to the Rogue to heal him with his "Healing Touch" failed to do this on time and the Rogue died.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU HEAL ME?!" The Rogue yelled at the Druid. "BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T STAND STILL SO I COULDN'T GET IN RANGE". The Rogue went berserk "YOU WERE IN RANGE THE ENTIRE TIME". "NO I WASN'T" the druid yelled "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CAST HEALING TOUCH ON YOU WHEN YOU'RE 10 YARDS AWAY, MY ARMS AREN'T THAT LONG".
The Rogue started laughing and, seeming to have regained his calmness said to the Druid: "There is no such thing as "Touch Range" in Azeroth, you can cast all of your spells at range".
The Druid, being baffled by this piece of information, tried out the Rogue's claim. And surely enough, he was able to heal at long range with something that was claimed to be a "touch".
The Druid and the Rogue quested through multiple areas. After the Rogue escorted the Druid to the city of Stormwind, in order to go to the Rogue's favourite area in the Eastern Kingdoms "Westfall", the Druid was impressed by the sight of dragons and horses going around. The Druid, having recently learned his first few shapeshift spells, wanted to become a Feral druid, because he had noticed that he could do more damage in cat form than he could in his normal form.
The Rogue replied with a strict "No". The Druid asked why. The Rogue said that as the Druid's power increased, his normal form will be stronger. The Druid relunctantly agreed to learn "Balance Magic" instead. But the Druid wasn't pleased with his life.
"I'm getting sick of these quests" The Druid cried out in desperation. "Isn't there anything else we can do to train?" he asked. His friend, having seen the Druid improve massively in the time they've spent together, looked at him and said "I think you're ready for the next step".
The Druid, willing to do almost anything to become stronger without questing, waited patiently as his Rogue companion wrote down his name and the Druid's name on a sheet of paper. After waiting and fooling around in Stormwind for a couple of minutes, an announcer yelled that "the group was ready". The Druid suddenly got teleported with his friend into a small room with a humanoid dog staring him into his eyes.
He noticed how there suddenly were 3 additional people as well, all wearing the same group banner. One of them looked ill-equipped for the fight, but seemed to emit a very gentle energy. One of them looked like an oversized beefcake.
One of the people talked to the doglike creature, and went into a door. The Druid followed him. The "tank" as he was called by the group, started yelling at some nearby monsters. The Druid, being sharp to his surroundings (or so he thought) noticed the tank getting angrier and angrier until he released his rage in a mighty attack that seemed to anger the monsters.
The druid, having learned damaging abilities, started attacking one of the beasts (who seemed incredibly strong), with all of his might. The beast suddenly ran towards him and killed him in a few hits.
"WHAT HAPPENED" the druid yelled at his Rogue friend. The Rogue, with a slight tone of disappointment in his voice answered: "You got aggro". The Druid flashbacked to a few years prior, when his uncle, a mighty troll priest from another land (don't ask how a troll is an uncle of a night elf). Told him about the land of Azeroth and how you had something called "aggro", which was something that the tank is meant to keep, and if you attack a beast, you will anger him and he might start attacking you.
The Druid, being terribly confused, suddenly felt a warm energy touching him and before he knew it, he was standing on his feet good as new. The battle raged on, he was his rogue friend expertly avoiding angering the monsters too much and seemed to be at ease with the situation. After killing multiple beasts and having to put his hands inside of dead creatures to search for a few copper pieces, they came to a very powerful being.
He could tell from the being that this was no ordinary foe. He looked at his group, who were looking a bit nervous now. The tank screamed with all of his might at the foe, instantly drawing the attention. The person who had previously brought the druid back to life seemed incredibly focussed and started spamming powerful spells that mended the wounds of his allies.
The Druid attacked with all his might until they finally killed their opponent. The Druid, having enjoyed the increased difficulty and complexity of the fight said to his friend "this is much more fun than questing, we should have done this all along". His friend laughed and they kept doing this until they reached a new level of power.
The Rogue escorted the Druid (who still had no idea of how to navigate through Azeroth) back to Darnassus. This time, whilst on the boat, he was expecting an epic voyage accross the ocean, happily talking with his friend on the boat. But, before he knew it, the boat landed at the Night Elf docks. Slightly disappointed, the Druid disembarked from the ship and proceded to Darnassus. Where his friend introduced him to a very special lady.
"Who is this woman?" The Druid asked. The Rogue smiled and said "She is going to teach us to ride a sabre". The Druid learned, and happily rode off on his giant creature.
Meanwhile in the throne room of Stormwind, the King was organizing the fight against Deathwing, the Druid, being new to this world, was unaware of the brave men and women dying in this fight.
As time passed the friend became stronger and stronger. Until they reached what his friend called "level 74". Where his friend left him all alone, and never came back to Azeroth again. The Druid, being stuck in a world of ice unknown to him, decided to press on through this world on his own. He had declined all the invitations to join a guild until this date. However, one of the final things his friend told him was that being in a guild gives you advantages, like learning 10% faster.
So our Druid friend went out in search for a guild. "LOOKING FOR A FRIENDLY, SOCIAL RAIDING GUILD" he screamed at the top of his lungs. A raid, he had learned, was where you vanquished the evil in Azeroth, and he wanted to do this very badly. A young woman approached the Druid, she was wearing heavy armour and wielding a sword and shield. The Druid concluded that she was a Paladin Tank. The woman whispered "we have one, would you like to join?". "Sure" the Druid answered, the woman invited him to the guild and the druid accepted.
After joining a guild he noticed that his sabre was moving faster, he was learning faster and lots of other things. Another fact he noticed was being able to hear his guildies in his head, no matter where he went. He wasn't bothered though.
The Druid assumed that the first guild he joined wasn't going to be the right one, because that seldom happens. So he remained quiet. One day, when he was riding the love boats in Darnassus that were present for a local celebration. He decided to talk and make jokes to the people in the guild. It worked out well, the people seemed to be laughing, even though he didn't know who they were.
After that day he and his uncle went over their experiences in Azeroth. The young Druid happily said to his uncle that he had found a level 16 guild that raids aswell. His uncle used his magical device to check the progress of the guild in the raids. His uncle explained to the Druid that the progress his guild has made is very poor, they have only vanquished foes that have been vanquished a long time ago!
The Druid, slightly disappointed, said to his uncle "ahh well, it will only be until I reach my maximum power, after that I will join your guild".
The Druid reached level 85 in an area known as the twilight highlands, he decided to quest the final bit of knowledge he needed to reach the highest powerlevel in sheer exitement "I'm going to be able to raid now" he thought.
Shortly after reaching this level of power and raiding some dungeons in order to gather better equipment. The young woman who had invited him into the guild asked in the guild chat if anyone wanted to join "ICC", which he had learned meant Icecrown Citadel, home of the Lich King, killer of Ozzy Osbourne. The Druid, being a personal fan of Ozzy, swore that he would take down the Lich King. He met up with nine others who seemed to have unspeakable power. The Druid had relearned his spells and was now a healer, a job which he seemed to enjoy more.
The Druid remembered the days where he got yelled at by tanks for being an awful healer, but because he disregard the tanks yelling, he kept trying. Until another tank told him that he was a great healer. The Druid remembered how he rejoiced.
He now believed in his healing abilities fully, and with a full set of confidence, he entered the Lich King's lair. He was asked to use a mystical device so his voice could be transmitted instantly to other members of the raid. He did as he was told. Being in a situation where you are forced to talk to people you don't know is never easy, but the Druid didn't mind. "I'll just be myself, and if they don't like it, I might aswell leave for my uncle's guild" he thought to himself. And so he did.
He remembered a few of the names "Termia" the woman who had introduced him to the guild. And "Clammy" who he had heard was the guild's leader. Up until that point, the Druid always thought that Clammy was a man. But as soon as he heard her voice, that idea changed.. very rapidly.
He joked and he joked around, and the people seemed to be enjoying it. Even though he died again and again he didn't mind, he was having the time of his life. He had even noticed that his healing wasn't good enough. But he still had a great time! He met up again and again with these people to do all kinds of things.
They weren't the strongest people in Azeroth, but atleast they were kind. The Druid grew closer and closer to them, talked to them more and more, until one day his uncle asked "so, are you ready to join our guild?". The Druid hesitated for a while, but eventually answered. "No, I've found a guild that I really like, they're not the best raiders, but they are really nice. I'd rather not". His uncle, being slightly disappointed that his nephew preferred that guild over his (which had a lot of stronger people in it), eventually agreed and said: "It's okay, everyone likes their own thing".
The Druid had found his home, the first guild he found was also the one he liked the most. And even through the most difficult of times, he still stayed in it. This is where he belonged, with these people.
A few months later he was even elected to become an officer, something which he considered a terrible idea at first. He thought he was too childish and young to become an officer, he had a reputation for being "an insane idiot". He wasn't exactly known as the most reliable person around (possibly having to do with the three billion deaths he caused by trying to comfort bosses). But then he thought, well they must have their reasons for wanting me as an officer. And he accepted the offer.
The Druid watched the guild grow, change. Change he was relunctant to accept at first. But came to love later.
Malfurion and Wrynn, enjoying a particularly well brewed cup of horde blood. Discussed about the evil they observed one day, and how it was still there, but somehow different, as if it was tamed. Wrynn said to Malfurion "I thought you said this person had a huge power". "Yes" Malfurion said, "I have met this person a few weeks ago, and he does have huge power, unfortunately all of it is wasted". "How come?" Wrynn asked. Malfurion answered: "It seems this young druid is using 90% of his druidic energy to strengthen his stomach with roots". Wrynn laughed and said: "Why would one do that?". "Because he wanted to eat more cheese.." Malfurion exclaimed almost in disbelieve. "Atleast he was tamed by this guild called Twilight Justice, someone that crazy could have doomed us all, imagine that facing Deathwing and deciding to attack him with a toy car, it would spell the end of us all. Luckily, he'll never do that thanks to this guild.."
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I guess this Story is a way to thank the guild for the great time I'm having. And not going 400% batshit insane from my blabbering
. I wanted to write this to make up for all the crap I said about the guild through time. The guild ain't perfect, but in all the games I've played, this is the guild/clan/corporation/league I've enjoyed being in the most .Too long ; Didn't Read version: I LOVE YOU ALL SO FRICKIN MUCH, COME ON OVER HERE AND GIVE ME A HUG. *sobs*
Coming up: A new story, in my usual insane blabbering
(it's hard being serious for this long)