We venture out, beyond the comforts of the mountain city...
With the snowflakes resting gently upon Feignhearts fury hide. Having spent quite some
time now within the
protective boundaries, of
Ironforge, it is overdue that we take a moment to
see past it's walls. This follows a
suggestion from a
reader named
Nairu from, coincidentally,
Nairu's Journal. They
suggested that we
explore the reaches of
Dun Morogh and Ironforge. Though we had already
covered Ironforge previously in '
Cataclysm Journal 24!', we hadn't been further than the courtyard. So without further
ado, we present:
Dun Morogh
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The sky tells the story |
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As we step through the almighty gates of the Dwarven prowess, we are swept with a spine chilling, yet entirely refreshing, breeze of wind. As though from somewhere far away. Looking down into the valleys of snow, with an abundance of near-perfect shaped trees (quite like Christmas ones), we descend down the long winding path. Into the wilderness of frost.
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Down into the Valleys of Snow |
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Frozen lakes lie dormant. With an impression, soon to be diminished, that everything is as settled as the snow, many hidden dangers are set in place. A yeti waits for unsuspecting victims to come it's way. Now we may see what was to be, of those lost to the distant winds. Seeing fields of poison, oozing into the fields of white, a desperate battle is fought by the Gnomes of Gnomeragan. Though the once Dwarven Quarry of Gol'Bolar, depicts that more, buried deep beneath, is in store...
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Through the Mountains |
Entrances or exits shrouded within the tree-line. Where these underground tunnels will direct you, is not always clear. Though the residents, of the snow-bitten land, seem well adjusted to the gentle yet firm climate. Especially those of the Kharanos town, who, among their small settlements, have made many adaptations to cope and live, alongside the variety of Snowlife (wildlife) ...
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The creatures of the land |
Without a care, they
wonder. Treading through the ground,
crunch by crunch. Footprints left, some very similar to those of our own (
as a Worgen). Although, the all so
pleasant beings within the snow, also make room for those, which are not so nice...
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A culture forgotten |
Throughout the
enemies you encounter, and between the areas uninhibited, nothing could
predict; a full scale
war. Over the
mountaintops, going unnoticed by many, a
raging battle is being waged. For it is a sight in itself...
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The Airfield |
Despite any of this, the
music, which sets up each particular area, is
generally slow and, in a way,
thoughtful. As though it wants you, with the
push of the
wind, to look at
yourself and take a
breath. Not
depressing that is, just
settled, like the snow beneath our your feet.
But
hold on.. How can we
forget the
golden nugget of this whole zone! Saying that, it wasn't until
Elfi, of
World of Elfi (Convincing name again right?), alerted us to a hidden beauty that can be found. Seems that there is a bunch of
crazy Dwarves, living the
high life by
sledding there way down the
slopes of Dun Morogh. For more on this 'report' head over to -
Discovery of Sledging Dwarves.
Now, with that, it's once again time to
depart. However before you go. I will
repeat, that this post was
inspired by one of our very
readers. So if you have any
suggestions,
ideas or even
requests that you would like to see,
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The Warmth of Fire |