Covered In Dust & Nostalgia

Ever remember having a [Nerubian Reinforced Quiver] filled with the finest range of [Iceblade Arrows], just so you could shoot down enemies with your hunter? Wait, you also needed to make sure you had enough Mana! "Where's my ice cold milk?"

It was after this, looking back on an old alt, that my experience turned into something more than a short trip down memory lane...

The last encounter.. and The New Venture

Still being in the initial 'honeymoon' period of my WoW career, I remember a number of wonders which caught my eye..

I began my journey in 'vanilla', the original version of the game. In which, the first PVP system existed. However it wasn't until level twenty/thirty-ish that I discovered this portion of the game. Heck, I didn't even have a clue about Battlegrounds. The only experience I encountered, that side of the game, was from endless Horde assaults on Sentinel Hill, Westfall.

Into Warsong Gulch I went. Being so long ago, I cannot remember much. Not enough to say whether I spent more time dead, than alive. Although, despite the lack of memory, I do recall one moment. The moment in which I acquired something, very special. Grasping, what was to be, the spark. This was the honourable rank of - Private.