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I had a lot of fun today hanging out in Stormwind, and I thought I would share. Thanks to all the people I got to fight, sorry not sorry to all the lowbies I killed, and I hope I find the fine city of Stormwind more populated than ever for years to come. Except for the people I depopulate, of course.
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Perching on a lengthy oak branch extending out over the rocky formations protecting Stormwind’s southeastern reaches, Gramuul used the precise vision of his hawk form to scour the streets of Stormwind for unwitting victims. He rocketed off of his war tower and tucked his wings, diving into the Trade District, seeking to make himself as small a target as possible.
Instincts born from hunting the wicked Kal’dorei guided the druid as he calculated his trajectory and let his body shift into the form of a lion, prepared to stalk the streets of Stormwind. He let the arcane energies granted him by Mu’sha wrap him in shadow as he landed atop the auction house in the middle of Stormwind’s plain’s district. Pressing his lithe figure to the rooftop, Gramuul’s gaze flickered over the vacant streets that used to be so bustling.
A snarl crept onto his fanged visage as he reminisced on the good ol’ days when Stormwind served as a savory hunting ground for his clan. Before the Shadowlands ruined everything. Like seriously.
Shaking his head, he focused on finding fine prey for his moon guided laser beams to latch onto. Spying a shaman, Gramuul breathed a quick prayer to An’she and mostly Mu’sha before calling on their power to turn into an incarnate form of the energy of Azeroth’s sun and moon.
Roaring, Gramuul called upon the celestial bodies to disorient the mount of an unfortunate soul, who proceeded to eject her rider. Launching himself from the roof of the Auction House, the druid chased his prey into the canals of Stormwind, engaging in a frantic back and forth duel with a mighty caller of the elements. Their battle raged for a brief two minutes, as many of Gramuul’s battles did.
A frantic loss of health had Gramuul searching deep within his soul for the strength to slay the shaman launching searing spells at him. Finally, Gramuul found the fortitude to finish the fiery feud. He clasped his hands together and howled as astral energy poured out of him and bombarded his foe. The last thing he remembered as the angry guardsmen of Stormwind hacked away at him while the very fire of the moon and sun lashed into their armored – soon to be – carcasses, was watching his enemy collapse into the dirty streets riddled with canal water.
Hours later, Gramuul awoke – (no I am not referencing the Elwynn corpse run) – floating in the Stormwind harbor. *Burble burble*
A few burps and glurps later, he allowed the Way of the Minnow to dispel from his body. He surged out of the water, spreading his arms and watching as feathers replaced fur, and then soared into the sky, circling back around for another bombing run over his favorite hunting grounds.
“Thank Mu’sha that Machik Earthspear taught me that fish form. Although I for damn sure don’t want to think about what I swam through in those canals.”
Gramuul shivered, losing altitude at a rapid pace before he recovered in time to land, once again, on the Stormwind auction house.
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Thanks for reading and I hope to see more and more RP-PVP return to our glorious server
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