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Pandaria

Life’s been one big adventure since we’ve left the farm, but with tha’ adventurin’, s’ been a job most days too. S’ been huntin’ down what beastie made it’s home in a mine, keepin’ folks from their work. S’ been helpin’ folks what ain’t had nobody t’ come by. An’ s’ been readin’, learnin’, practicin’ day in an’ day out. Rolf an’ me, we need ourselves a vacation.

Introducin’ scenic Pandaria! Lush an’ green, rollin’ hills an’ beautiful streams, this is the perfect place fer me an’ Rolf t’ have ourselves some time t’ relax an’ unwind. Boat here sure took a long time from Stormwind but neither me nor Rolf can stand but a few days in tha’ city b’fore we’re goin’ mad. No’ sure where we’ll go fer certain here but we’re thinkin’ it’d be nice just t’ take it easy fer a wee bit. Here’s as good as any t’ mark the beginnin’ of our vacation though, tuck in Rolf- Yoohoo!

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Embracin’ the Basin Many places are still near-inhospitable t’ folks Rolf an’ I have found crossin’ Northrend. Folks always in need of help, land irreparably damaged by the Scourge so many years ago, an’ monsters always lurkin’ in the woods an’ snow. Only one place remained fer us tha’ might hold promise: Scholazar Basin. Even here, Rolf an’ I found tha’ sadly, we were just too late. The Basin’d all but been discovered, claimed, an’ stripped o’ve her beauty. Goblins are always lookin’ fer the next opportunity, can’t fault m’ on that, but we were sad t’ hear their machines a’ whirlin’ rather than the crickets chirpin’. Found Hemmet himself down here, but sadly he’d never heard o’ve us- perhaps Hemmet Jr. never made mention, or they’ve just no’ had time t’gether yet. Them lads an’ the goblins are havin’ a bit of a scrap, rather than pickin’ sides, me an’ Rolf thought it best we stay out o’ve it all. Sadly tha’ was about it fer us. Plenty of beautiful sights, but nothin’ worth huntin’ down here. Land’s already been stripped. This marked the end o’ve our trip North sadleh. Learned quite a bit, seen even more, an’ though we didn’t find many things worth a trophy, I think me an’ Rolf learned a bit more about ourselves. Think we’re walkin’ away with our boots strapped tight an’ a better sense o’ve direction in our hearts, an’ for that I’d say that’s worth a- Yoohoo!

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The Rolfs are working on a guild!

Hello there people who are mildly interested in our antics. It’s been a blast playing a character that is so different from the normal demeanor and playstyle that I am accustomed to. I’m used to playing a character from scratch, but not one with a more kind and simple-desired mindset. We (The Rolfs) have been working on a guild/community for a while now but we haven’t finished ironing out all the details, I’d like to just throw this out there to gauge interest as well as have anyone interested reach out to us. So our short little synopsis: Huntsman! A grim, horror themed guild/community based around, well, hunting. Grim? Horror? Yes! I mention them as such because the events I intend to make are going to have gore, they will deal with more of the spooky scary-and we plan to make them difficult. No event should be a walk in the park for you, so if you like a more difficult, but rewarding, type of event and roleplay you’ll fit in well. Guild and community? Yep! Originally we thought to make it solely a guild, but we figured why exclude people? If you already have a home, we’d still love to have you by. One day we’ll be running things as a sort of hunter lodge where you can come in and take a bounty to go out and hunt (x), but that is plans for the future. Once you learn our combat system and get sorted you are welcome at our events whether you have the Huntsman guild under your name or you’re sporting your local Lord’s banner. Anyone can become a Huntsman. Those in the guild may just have a few...cosmetic advantages on people outside; (guildies may get to help design a monster one day, accolades, trophies, etc.) Nothing that necessarily gives an advantage, but something even still. How difficult? Typically many events seem to have your character cleaving through a single monster with ease, not here. I’ve taken monsters and built them from the ground up. Different monsters are weak to certain things, some are less susceptible to some attacks, and then some you have to play to your surroundings even. Every time you face a monster, we want it to feel like a raid boss because every monster is unique and worth being hunted for the good of man, the coin, or a fine trophy for the mantle. Monsters may be smart, brutal, or just too damn tough, you’ll need your fellow Huntsmen to bring it down, or to help you retreat if things turn south. What sort of monsters do you have? Well I’ve taken monster ideas and hooks from various other media; (Games, movies, books, Mythology from various regions of our own world, and the WoW lore itself) to make unique creatures that would be the equivalent of an IC rarespawn basically. You’ll have to learn how to take them down, and do so with care lest the hunter become the hunted. Things like the Kelpie from celtic mythology may show up on the board, a banshee, wraiths, wendigos- it’s a monster lover’s paradise. Unique combat system! Nothing is all that ‘unique’ any more these days sadly, but we are trying something new that is in testing before we go through with the guild starting: The Morale system. Everyone wants to be a badass, we get it, but every wo/man has their limits. We all have our breaking point. After playing Darkest Dungeon for the 50th hour, we thought, why not try adding something like that to spice things up? You are fighting horrible, crazy monsters, there should be a level of discomfort. The longer you are in combat, the lower your morale gets by various actions: (being damaged, environment, creature specific abilities) and the lower your morale gets, the harder the event becomes. Some creatures are unique even in that they specifically target your morale to try and defeat you, they will whittle you down spiritually rather than bleed you dry. This is all the shorthand of it. We have a good bit more of character abilities for combat, events out in the world, working with guilds, but I’m saving all that for an official announcement post. If you have any questions, might like to know more, or are just interested please feel free to reach out! We are still testing some things to make sure everything runs smoothly but we would happily keep people in the loop or possibly bring people on/around in the start.

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The Spirit Bear

Things ain’t right in Northrend that’s fer sure. After walkin’ all of the Fjord we though things might be settlin’ down, yet even here things ain’t at peace with the land. It started out as a guttural, painful groan on the wind with this one. Could never see the beastie, but somethin’ called out over hills and through the trees that told you that somethin’ wasn’t quite right. We didn’t see ‘m at first. The beastie seemed t’ shimmer an’ fade in and out of existence but if y’ kept an eye on where he was he’d keep comin’ in an’ out of focus. Now me an’ Rolf have done well t’ be stayin’ out of the way of ghosts, demons, an’ things that are just beyond the means of normal huntin’ but when the lads up the hill are tellin’ us they’re starvin’ an’ the only way t’ get them food is by goin’ through this one right here...we had t’ ask around. There was a druid lass at the encampment, a hierophant she called herself. Apparently this elven lass had been investigatin’ the lands herself, rightin’ wrongs of a supernatural sort an’ put things back t’ balance. Me an’ Rolf seen druids, an’ many a time they tell us t’ leave things well enough alone, some creatures ain’t hurtin’ nobody an’ have a job t’ do, but this one’d been in pain, grown angry in it’s death, an’s turnin’ on folks. What’s dead’s s’posed t’ stay dead, an’ this one needed t’ go t’ rest, even iffin’ it weren’t interested in goin’ nicely. Normal weapons weren’t goin’ t’ do nothin’ against it, an’ Rolf n’ me never hunted a spirit b’fore. Probably should have asked if she had any more tips but she gave us what we needed t’ fell the beastie. Arrows, enchanted an’ blessed with elven writings an’ spellwork, these would be able t’ pierce the veil an’ strike at him like any other animal. Most lads might thinka bear’d be nothin’ t’ get worked up about, y’ fought raptors an’ other sorts a bear can’t be all that bad aye? Damn, bloody, wrong. Y’ go swingin’ at a bear an’ he’s likely t’ tear yer arm off, overpower y’, or just plain cut y’ down with their sharp as a dagger claws. Y’ take a shot at m’ an’ you’ll just piss it off. Now imagine all tha’...an’ then it’s a spirit. It can hurt you, but y’ can’t even touch the jammy bastard. Rolf an’ me perched on a hill away from m’, watchin’, waitin’ fer a sign of the spirit t’ shift into our plane again. First shots sunk into his hide an’ started glowin’ white, then he disappeared. Reload, he’s spotted again an’ makin’ for us. Ended up havin’ t’ split up an’ put about ten more arrows into him b’fore he finally slumped. Great beast he was, would have well been worth a hunt in it’s life, but in the afterlife he’d just be needin’ t’ rest. Learned a lot here, an’ while we’re not collectin’ anything off this one he’s definitely worth a damn good- Yoohoo!

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Tuskarr Troubles

Everywhere we go folks seem t’ be havin’ some kind of problems goin’ on and ain’t no one interested in helpin’. People an’ races we never even knew were out there, like the Tuskarr here, are all in need an’ just waitin’ fer someone. These lads ‘ave had a tough go of things lately if y’ call invaders torchin’ their homes an’ dwindlin’ food ‘tough’. Ain’t nobody else steppin’ in, but me an’ Rolf are always willin’ t’ help between hunts, which are runnin’ a bit short ‘round here. By the end o’ve it all both sides took a bit o’ve a lickin’ but we’re the ones tha’ kept on kickin’. Lads don’t have much but their gratitude but that’s good ‘nough fer me an’ Rolf, oh and they allowed us t’ ride their giant turtle...ship...thing. Beastie’s big as a boat an’ I bet he tastes delicious...what was I talkin’ ‘bout? Oh, right! No’ much more we could do here for the lads but wish ‘m the best as they rebuild. Time t’ move on t’ the next big hunt or lads in need, eh, Rolf? Would have been nice if they’d have let you use one of their sleds before we left...did not expect them t’ be so touchy about those but y’ lay a pinky on one an’ they go yellin’ at ya. Anywho! Here we are, Chief, scooch on in Rolf an’ look t’ the camera. No, the camera. Down here, down...oh forget it- Yoohoo!

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The Peaceful Peak

Somethin’s been amiss here ever since we landed on the shore. Y’ can feel it in every step like somethin’ always watchin’ y’, or some unknown presence is playin’ it’s little game. We’ve been tryin’ t’ help the settlers we’ve found here as best we can but some are a bit... untrustin’, think we’re about t’ take their land rather than just lookin’ t’ help where we can. One lass, Night elf she was, asked fer our help with somethin’ but says we’ve too much weighin’ on us, tha’ we ‘ave t’ be at peace with ourselves. There’s tale of a shrine atop a mountain here, a place where a man not right with himself goes t’ find comfort an’ resolve his issues. Y’ sit, y’ pray an’ meditate, an’ yer confronted by yer demons. By the end o’ve it all, y’ve either found peace an’ overcome yer fears, or you’re damn near consumed by ‘em. I’d never really thought I had much problems or fears b’fore comin’ here. Was happy with Rolf an’ the piggies, but in everyone there’s always somethin’ gnawin’ at the heart the lass told us. I came up an’ put my head t’ the slab an’ found what that was fer me. Saw m’self different I did. Saw m’self puttin’ me an’ mine above everyone else, not carin’ about what might happen t’ the less fortunate as long as I was fine. Turnin’ folks away in need, hurtin’ people what don’t deserve it. Damn right I was afraid of somethin’ like that ever happenin’, I’ve got no shame in admittin’ it. Rolf an’ I’ve seen many things since we left home, done plenty more too. Hell, Rolf an’ me may have done more than any other Rolf ever has! But I’m afraid it could change me, could leave me rough an’ dark like so many things out here we’ve found an’ had t’ put down. S’ a hard world out there, I can see why people become like the things they fight against. S’ easy, really, s’ much harder t’ stay kind in a harsh world, an’ sometimes y’ do the wrong thing because it’s what has t’ be done. Rolf doesn’t talk about what he saw, can’t think it’d be anythin’ good either, but when he’s ready ‘m sure he’ll tell me. S’ good we confronted these demons now b’fore they could sink their teeth into us. Kept us on the straight an’ narrow, reminded us o’ve what’s important. We’ll- Yoohoo, soon. Fer now we’ll be needin’ t’ get back down this mountain an’ have a hard think about some things.

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The Tundra Wolfman

Seen plenty here in a short amount of time, things any Rolf ought t’ be turnin’ an’ high tailin’ away from. Rolf an’ I spotted drakes with shrill screams an’ beatin’ wings like a bat. The winged lizards could bellow a tree with a single flap an’ quickly see it t’ ash faster than you can say ‘Where’d that fookin’ tree go?’. Seen ourselves giants too, big, hulkin’ things they are. Tall as a fancy man’s keep an’ wider than a lodge, y’ feel ‘m stompin’ around over the hills b’fore y’ ever even see ‘em. No’ things Rolf an’ I are lookin’ t’ go toe-to-toe with, aye? Then there was this beastie. Moved like a man, an’ at first we even took ‘m for a worgen in the distance, that is ‘till we got close. Creature was half the size o’ve a tree he was! An’ nothin’ like some o’ve the other things we’ve encountered; wooden armor an’ a pair of rusted, jagged claws sported either hand. The way he moved, quick and effortlessly over the snow, it was like his feet never collided with the ground an’ then before y’knew it, he was bearin’ down on y’. Don’t know how long he’d been stalkin’ these hills, but the creature’d amassed himself a mighty hoard of gold an’ goods of fallen adventurers. I wonder about these monsters, how long they’d been there ‘till we come along, how many tha were the hunted, ‘stead of the hunter. A savage hunt he was, an’ a fine trophy, but more than anythin’ I’m glad this beastie’s no longer out there waitin’ fer someone. Creature like this deserves a place in the scrapbook fer sure though, plenty of room t’ fit him in too with how big the bastard is. Alrighty, Rolf, huddle up, s’ cold one quick picture then we make camp, say- Yoohoo!

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The Northrend Journey

It was good t’ have some time back in the city, but the call fer explorin’ and hunting always gets the better o’ve us eventually. Y’ take that an’ the fact most o’ve our time was spent readin’ books an’ it’s no wonder Rolf an’ me were itchin’ t’ get back out there. We’ve seen our fair share of the Eastern Kingdoms, an’ traipsed across most o’ve Kalimdor, was only natural that one day our journey’d lead us here: Northrend. Northrend, where the winds blow hard an’ the nights are colder than th’ frosty arse o’ve an Ice elemental. Heard plenty about this place, tha’ it’s a barren wasteland an’ all the folks that live here are born hard an’ tougher than anywhere else, guess that means their beasties are as well, aye? Rolf an’ me ‘ave hunted in the jungles, the woods, deserts, an’ snow, but nothin’ like this tundra ‘till now. Long journey ahead of us here, Rolf, we got time fer one quick- Yoohoo! Then we hit the road.

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Brewfest

S’ not all books and beasties fer me an’ Rolf, sometimes a lad just needs a pint and a pal, an’ there’s no better pal than Rolf. This here was our first time at Brewfest an’ we’ve had ourselves a blast, even walked away with a bit of coin in our pockets too! Rolf an’ I helped deliver some much needed ale fer the lads who are downin’ it faster than ya can pour. We got ourselves a genuine brewfest commemorative stein fer the first time ever, an’ some fine brew t’ fill ‘er up with! It was a grand time, ‘ell, Rolf an’ I even found ourselves in a little drinkin’ contest! Didn’t go too well...but, at least we didn’t lose to the elf in our match! Hah!

We’d never had the chance t’ come until now, an’ it’d be hard t’ pass up the opportunity ever again. Didn’ even know they had prizes! Got m’self no’ one, but TWO fanceh hats! An’ yer lookin’ at two of the newest members to the exclusive, Brew of the Month Club. Here’s t’ the good times, Rolf, an’ some much needed relaxin’- Yoohoo!

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The quest for magic

S’ a hard life out in the world without any bearin’ on the mystical an’ magical. Rolf an’ I’ve found tha’ out the hard way more times ‘n we care t’ experience; Found lads throwin’ fire an’ bendin’ shadows t’ reach out at y’ an’ give y’ a proper beatin’, monsters an’ spirits what don’ even have a body any more but can still carve y’ up like a Harvest Festival ham, an’ even regular lookin’ beasties breathin’ fire, lightnin’, frost, damn near anythin’ between t’ boot! Was high time Rolf an’ I hit the books.

Wasn’ no Rolf tha’ knew anythin’ about magic b’fore, an’ we’d be damned iffin’ we didn’t know where t’ start so we did what any lad in our boots might do: we roamed the city. Found ourselves a few folks, gypsy rune fella’ what read our fates first. Lad said Rolf shouldn’ be so greedy, now I agreed with tha’, but then he said there’d be somethin’ that’d drive a wedge b’tween us! US?! Rolf an’ me?! Ain’ nothin’ comin’ between us, but I outsmarted tha’ man right quick an’ in a hurry. Ran ourselves down t’ the cheese shop an’ slapped a wedge o’ cheese between us, hah! No’ so smart now are y’ magic man if y’ can be beaten by some fine dwarven dairy!

While later we found ourselves some real help, no’ like that jammy bastard b’fore. Lad tells us of mana pools an’ some lads don’ have much affinity fer magic. How it takes years an’ years of hard work n’ study t’ master even a single school. Rolf an’ I barely read or ate ten books between us growin’ up so we know we’ll never master nothin’, but we’ve still got t’ learn somethin’ t’ help with what’s out there. Real nice lass ended up findin’ us in the end. Pleasant draenei lass, real tall, dressed a bit fanceh so y’ know she knows what she’s talkin’ about. Brought us down t’ a shop wherein’ they gave us some beginner guides an’ even books that’d give us an introduction t’ single, minor spells. Place even has a ton o’ve other things t’ bring our huntin’ t’ a whole new peak; spell scrolls even lads like us can’t muck up, reagents t’ help with learnin’, oils an’ texts on beasties. In the end Rolf an’ I settled on two beginner books t’ learn, an’ a specialty book of runes fer each o’ve us; Rolf got ‘imself a rune book of minor healin’, won’ do much now but enough books an’ time, he’ll keep us well out there. An’ me, I got a book on beginner fire runes, the starter edition: Heat. That’ll help eventually start a fire at least, but with time I’ll be a master o’ve it. With time though, an’ no small measure o’ve coin, them damn books are expensive!

We’re on our way now though, a whole world o’ve possibilities are at our fingertips. Come on in now, Rolf, gather ‘round the magic man an’ give ‘em a wizardly- Yoohoo!

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Fashionable Folk

Took us a bit o’ve time gettin’ ourselves back t’ familiar soil. Been gone a while, lots ‘ave changed since we were last ‘round here. Things ‘ave been in dire straits since the news hit, everyone up in arms, raisin’ flags an’ sayin’ their farewells. No’ our business realleh. Our fight’s no’ with the Horde, an’ truth be told, we’ve found plenty o’ve fine folk over there...some no’ so great, but still I’d rather ‘ave company with a goblin lad than an elf at this point. None of them lads ever tried cursin’ me, LIKE SOME PEOPLE ‘ROUND HERE.

Found ourselves invitation t’ a bit o’ve fun in the city; a sort o’ve clothin’ competition, what where y’ dress up real fanceh or funny t’ fit a theme. S’ nice t’ see some lads findin’ ways t’ keep merry even in these times, plus gettin’ t’ see Rolf put on a dress an’ yell at folks made m’ nearly spill milk out m’ nose. A’ the end o’ve it all though, wouldn’ y’ know I won even! Tha’s right, me, Rolf! Yer boy is fanceh, Mum! M’ fashion sense s’ undeniable now, an’ a winnin’ smile t’ boot! Scooch on in Rolf, s’ time fer fancy pictures in yer little oot’fit. Here’s one fancy schmancy- Yoohoo!

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Maroon - What are you most passionate about?

“Blacksmithing. Experimenting with new metals and materials to try to create something fantastic,” she beamed, pulling the sword from the sheath in her hip and twirling it casually. “It takes a lot of research sometimes, but I’m always open to learning new things.”

[ @alliesweetsong-wra ]

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The trials of Winterspring. They promised us good huntin’ an’ they delivered on that, tha’s fer sure. S’ not been a stroll through the tavern here fer me an’ Rolf. Every turn o’ve our head there’s another beastie blendin’ in t’ the snow waitin’ ta make you his next meal. Some...mostly nice lads gave us permission t’ hunt on their lands an’ even pointed us in the direction of some famed hunts. We clipped the wings of Hell-Hoot, the great stalker of the peaks an’ scrambled his eggs fer an’ omelet. We hunted the great bear Ursius an’ took his flank fer a hearty steak. An’ we even managed t’ stalk Shy-Rotam, follow him t’ his den, an’ slay the beast. Things have started t’ take a turn fer the better here, even if I damn near snapped m’ leg an’ Rolf had t’ sled me back t’ the goblins settlement. We even managed t’ drive back the Winterspring tribe! Receivin’ some honorary trinkets fer our help from our Timbermaw pals, good lads they are. Was here we saw the smoke in the distance though. Lad gatherin’ Winterspring cubs t’ be trained fer riders gave us th’ news: Teldrassil’d been burned t’ the ground. Ain’t safe fer us here no more, an’ as nice of a time as we’ve had, looks like our stay in Winterspring’s at an end. Found a nice lad who runs supply trade between here an’ Ratchet who offered t’ take us down, fer coin of course, so’s we can get ourselves a ship back t’ the Eastern Kingdoms. Hope we’ve no’ lost anyone we knew in Teldrassil. S’ a shame...a damn shame. No Yoohoo’s tonight, no’ while I can still smell th’ smoke.

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Winterspring We’ve finalleh made it! S’ beautiful innit Rolf? Land seems untouched by the fightin’ an’ fell, s’ almost enough t’ draw a tear t’ m’ eye. Rolf an’ I been gettin’ a bit sentimental here, the snow an’ beasties remindin’ us of home. We’ve agreed t’ help our new Timbermaw friends with their maddened neighbors the Winterfall. These lads have apparentleh gone crazed after drinkin’ of some sort o’ve ‘firewater’ an’ such, got t’ put a stop to ‘em before they wipe out our Timbermaw boys. Met an interestin’ bunch here; a troll lass who happen t’ teach us a bit more about charms an’ somethin’ she calls tha E’ko, a fine dwarven lass doin’ a bit of research an’ who helped us with a bit o’ve the Winterfall, an’ even goblins! Them lads are springin’ up every turn o’ve the hill, but we could nae be happier, haven’t met a goblin yet that’s done me an’ Rolf wrong. We’ll do our part an’ help who we can but Rolf an’ I have got our eyes on the prize. We came here for huntin’, we were promised great beasties here, an’ we intend t’ find them. M’ sure y’ can’t see Rolf over there rollin’ in the snow but rest assured we’re happy t’ be throwin’ out a- ‘Yoohoo!’ once again.

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The roads North We’ve seen a great many a’ things in our travel North. Rolf an’ I found beautiful hills an’ forests, great beasties an’ more ore than we could carry, but plenty of bad signs as well. Saw members o’ the horde out in droves puttin’ pitch an’ fire t’ trees an’ villages, an’ that was no’ the worst o’ve it even. Fellwood...nasty place it was. Land was no’ dyin’, was already dead...y’ could feel nothin’ but death an’ despair ever step y’ took. The air tasted o’ve sulfur an’ anythin’ that grew from the ground was tainted, took us days b’fore we could find somethin’ we could actually eat an’ two boars an’ dwarves goin’ without meals don’t make fer a pleasant journey! Despite all tha’ we forged on. Found our way t’ the pass here an’ after gettin’ in the good graces of these Timbermaw folk they gave us safe passage. They’ve go’ their own problems out here an’ it only seems t’ be gettin’ worse by the minute. Still a lively bunch though, even in dark times they’ve still got enough t’ muster up a- Yoohoo! Or at least their version...s’ mostly growlin’. ((This was actually taken during the preevent before the burning of Teldrassil but with our short break I forgot to continue uploading.))

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LF RP help: Magic, charms, and the unknown.

Heyo random people of tumblr! While the Rolf’s have just made it back to Stormwind I am trying to catch up on scrapbook posts but we are in need of IC help. We’ve learned many things in our travels and just recently so much more of our character’s knowledge has expanded on magic, trinkets, and the like. While we’ve only started to dip our toes in to magical study and such we are looking for more help before setting off on our next escapade: Northrend. With that being said we are looking for anyone interested in helping our dwarves expand their knowledge on just about any subject you might be proficient in! Some things we are looking for just to give an idea are; Shadow magic, blood magic, Druidic magic, charms and trinkets, the elements, rune magic, or even the more obscure forms/uses of magic. We are trying to learn ways of defending ourselves like warding, rituals, etc. As well as the in’s and outs of dealing with practitioners of these things. If you might be interested or think you may have something you would be interested in offering please by all means reach out! You can find our tumblr: @rolf-son-of-rolf and we would be happy to make something work to meet with you.

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A Change of course Things...didnae quite go to plan movin’ North. Seems we weren’ even in the thick of it yet by tha’ time we made off further in ta the Stonetalon Mountains. Made our way up an’ what did we find? Orcs. Oh but no’ just any orcs o’ve course, these lads ‘ad themselves guns. Guns, tha’ shot FOOKIN’. FIRE. FIRE GUNS, ROLF! Met ourselves a mailman ou’ there oot o’ve his damn mind sayin’ “We could make it past,” an’ “How far could they actually reach?” How far could they reach, mate?! S’ a fookin’ gun tha’ shoots fire! M’ no’ wantin’ ta find out how far they can reach! Good fookin’ luck with tha’ Mailman. Next we try our luck makin’ fer the path North through the Northern Barrens...just as bad. Nothin’ but Horde spires an’ beasties lookin’ ta pick your bones clean after Horde baddies get at ya. So’s this left us with just about one option- back ta the Eastern Kingdoms. Found ourselves ta a man in Rachet who was happy ta take us North ta’ Darkshore, for some coin of course, what luck! May be a few weeks ‘til we’re there but at least we’re still on course! It won’ be long now Rolf! Now sing me a shanteh that I can work in a- Yoohoo!