So my first choice wasnāt really a choice. A good friend suggested I play. They kept telling me how great the game is, and I kept saying no. So while visiting them, they asked me to just take a look. They logged on to their Hunter, shot a deer in Aldrassil, and⦠I was hooked.
No, not because they killed the deer!! It was all so pretty, okay?
So to play with them, I had to play Alliance, and if Iām playing, might as well play with my friend.
But they stopped playing not long after and here I was, a lone night elf priestess in Darkshore. While smiting and kiting murlocs on the beach, I saw a pair of strange figures on the beach. Iād seen humans, seen gnomes, swore I saw a dwarf, but these people were playing something else. Something cool. Something exotic and tall and blue and hunched over like a monster ready to eat me.
I rolled my troll hunters shortly after. Just to see, yāknow? Orcs looked so cool, trolls looked 100 times better, and allegedly there were minotaurs and zombies too. I didnāt see any of those until I got a quest that sent me tooā¦
Orgrimmar.
I had been to Darnassus, and it was beautiful. But Orgrimmar? It made me feel something deep in my core. I had grown up on fantasy books and AD&D. I knew elves and dwarves and gnomes. Allegedly Iād even met some humans irl too. And their architecture wasnāt foreign to me.
But Orgrimmar? This was a whole type of other. This was Org before the spikes and chains and chains hanging from spikes and spikes hanging from spikes, hanging from chains on more spikes. Old Orgrimmar.
That was when I chose, for me, the Horde.