The hearth was warm in the tavern, the air thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced ale. Retributus, always one for a tale after a few pints, leaned across the table to me and began speaking of the days when Legacy was but a whisper in the winds of Azeroth.
“Let me regale you with a tale,” he said, voice low but steady, the room hanging on every word. “Legacy started as a small few, no more than a handful of us, locked in battle against General Drakkisath. He clutched his Breastplate of Valor like it was made of gold, forcing us to return again and again. We bled for that armor, and through that blood, we were forged.”
I remember nodding along, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Drakkisath, the stubborn old wyrm. He was the start of it all.
Retributus continued, his voice rising as he spoke of the adventurers who first faced the mighty Azuragos. “They fought in the icy wastes, blades gleaming in the moonlight, arrows flying true. Blood and sweat mingled in the frost, and just as the dragon faltered, they struck the final blow.”
It was their victory that brought more to our side. As the tales spread, so did the ranks of Legacy. We became a force, growing stronger with every battle, from the heart of Zul’Gurub to the fiery depths of Molten Core.
“We fought, we yelled our battle cries,” Retributus recalled, “Thorium blades glinting as beacons of light to the gods of war. But Ragnaros… ah, that molten terror. He scattered us across the floor like embers, our bodies charred and broken.”
A somber silence followed, but then he laughed, as if shaking off the memory. “Yet we rose again. No defeat ever stopped us.”
That’s what Legacy is—resilience, determination, and a thirst for glory. And now, after years of fighting the darkest foes Azeroth has to offer, we stand victorious, yet ready for more.
But we need more heroes. Adventurers who aren’t afraid of a challenge. Those who seek more than just battle—they seek camaraderie, stories to tell, and victories to share.
Legacy needs you.
Whether you’re a sharp-eyed hunter, a priest with healing hands, or a warrior who charges into battle without a second thought—there’s a place for you here. We’re still slaying dragons, taking down the likes of Kel’Thuzad, and even venturing into the fiery pits of Molten Core, Blackwing Lair, the Temple of Ahn’Qiraj, and the icy halls of Naxxramas.
Our battles continue Monday and Friday from 7pm to 10pm Pacific time. And in the tavern afterward, we raise our mugs, laugh, and remember the nights like the one when Retributus shared his tale. Battle always ends with a pint of ale and a pairing of cheese.
So, adventurers of Azeroth, the call is out. Join us. Become part of our Legacy today: https://discord.gg/Ux5m9wPYe3