When I first played WoW in TBC and created my Night Elf, I loved the scenery in Darnassus, I remember my quest killing the queen spider, which is my fondest memory because it was one of my first quests.
I remember that quest because it’s what made me fall in love with WoW.
All these years later and I’m still here…
When WoW came out i was probably 14 years old with no idea how to play. I was questing in western plaguelands when about 25 orc shamans rolled up on their wolves and surrounded me.
I was ready to embrace death when i see in chat ‘For the Alliance’ and an army of paladins rolled in on their chargers and engaged the shaman while i made my getaway. Ahh good times.
When me and my friend thunderstormed an entire horde guild off one of the giant pillar in Deepholm back in Cataclysm after some level 85 got mad he didn’t suceed at killing 2 leveling players and called his entire guild.
I think there was at least 15 of them that got blasted off, it was glorious. We found a few corpses when we flew down to check on them.
That was an ADVENTURE for me! I absolutely loved that quest chain! Very expensive back in those times, but it was fun!!!
Jumping down and howl of fearing an entire wsg premade turtling. They were from the best guild on the server. And their A team was doing some pvp. This was before cross server, and everybody knew each other.
I carefully ensured that I got everyone to trinket beforehand. Jump down and got my howl of fear off at the right moment with the right distraction from a teammate. Grabbed the flag, grabbed the boots speed boost, popped my goblin rocket boots, then finally a swiftness pot at the end for the winning cap. Half their team jumped on their horde alts to say the play was amazing – good guys.
The next day I hit rank 13. Glory.
Back in classic, a few accounts ago for me, I remember watching a group of naked first level Gnomes “raiding” Hogger. Of course they all died, but it was glorious to watch!
I remember when they changed the Druid forms from completely naked to wearing wristbands and such. I actually quit over that, but finally got used to it. I still don’t like it, but got used to it.
edit for clarity
in LK, hitting E instead of W and running my self off a cliff.
I remember being a lowbie on this toon. Turning in the quest that leads to Sylvanas singing in the undercity. That was just so cool.
You can imagine how blizz kinda soured that memory with her recent stories. But eh. Was still cool at the time
This is a weird one, considering the amount of more prestigious things I’ve done.
My Vanilla raid leader had a teenage son, who I have to assume was on the spectrum, started to talk to me on occasion, until one day he proposed going on a literal trek through EPL. RP was barely a word of recognition of the day, and I had no clue I was getting baited into an RP quest. “Okay! Why not!” (Score points with the raid leader I thought).
Nothing more to it other than a solid 2 hours of following this kid disguised as a blue-haired night elf around on his journey through the mountains of EPL with his novice narration. Nothing remarkable, but wildly memorable even 20 years later. I still think RP is trash and cringey, but I cherish the moment of chance. Better times.
In WotLK, I would sign in on my druid every day, trudge my way through H Sethekk Halls, and summon/kill Anzu for a shot at the mount. Every. Day.
Months go by, and I made casual plans to run stuff with a guildie. I told them I was going to hit Anzu before we started getting the whole group together, and invited him to come along. I noted that Anzu never drops anyway, but it’d be faster to duo it. Anzu dropped, he won the role.
I got a sweet pic of me standing next to him mounted though. I gave up on the mount and haven’t tried since.
This was during Wrath and my guild was doing Naxx, Construct wing. I don’t know how it happened but it was in the slime room before Patchwerk, our GL pulled all the slimes and constructs for simple old AOE putdown. Somehow, not only did we pull the slimes, we pulled 3 groups in Patchwork’s area and next thing you know, the guild hears, “PATCHWERK WANT TO PLAY”. We tore out of there because literally everything started coming. Everyone too close to the entrance to Patchwerk’s are got creamed and the rest of us just escaped a bum rush of constructs, slimes and the big boi himself, Patch. “End Game Content - we crash on trash”. It was spectacularly funny.
Reminds me to do a sethekk run & kill Rivendare again. For the lulz, because at this point, I’ve given up on the mount.
Shadowlands Season 4 m+, +18 Gambit
Entire guild was amazed when I hit 250k DPS.
Aside from that, probably running old deadmines when I was 10 with my mom and aunt with fishes in our hands.
Killing Magtheridon with my old guild full of my sons friends and he was one of the tanks. Halcyon days.
I remember, I wanna say in Cata?, I got out of a BG and zoned into Durotar where people were dueling and I must of had like seed of Corruption on me or something because it went off and killed a bunch of lowbies. I’m not sure why but I thought it was the funniest thing, and it’s always stuck with me.
back in Vanilla my running through Westfall for the first time. It was dark as there were actual day/night cycles, with the spotlight of a distant lighthouse flashing on the horizon. Giant robot scarecrows jumped out at me, along with giant vultures and snarling giggling hyena-men.
Gotta say another one for me was back in TBC on my lock. I had ran Kara with my guild. The first boss, the horseman I think it was, was a challenge already. Somehow someway, I pulled aggro and tanked him for a good chunk of the fight. My guild was truly amazed. I felt so empowered at that moment! It was the healers, in their god mode, keeping me up.
It’ll sound really stupid, but back during Vanilla, I will never forget being 16. And I had been on my very first character that made it passed level 5, which was a troll warrior. I was questing in Thousand Needles, having gone there because a friend told me to. It was the middle of the night. And I had gotten a quest, or told or whatever, to then head to the Shimmering Flats.
It must have been one in the morning. But I remember the flats coming into view, and all I saw was white with the pitch black night settings of Vanilla WoW and just open space. And I thought it was so friggin’ cool. And I just remember standing there, taking in the sight.
In terms of social moments, countless guild moments (like most guilds, oriented to PvE content). In terms of gameplay moments though, the stuff that sticks most in my head are PvP moments. One memory that sticks out is swinging an imminent victory from the Alliance to Horde (as a horde priest).
I had been a long match, eventually stalemates were broken, and Alliance and Horde were neck and neck in their final pushes. But at the last bit, the Alliance managed to edge us out, starting the final pull on Drek’thar (with one tower still up) before we started Van. Chat was calling out the health percentages. “Van’s at 80%!” “Drek’s at 35%, GG we lose” type discussion.
I used the AV trinket to hearth back to Frostwolf Keep, ran inside, and mind controlled the tank on Drek’thar, causing him to lose aggro. Instant chaos. I was quickly stunned, but trinketed, Drek ran after some DPS, who I fear bombed. His fear path took him outside the building, resetting Drek’thar back to full health.
Horde won. The chat was full of shocked capslock at our victory.
In vanilla leveling in the barrens with my mate (both hunters)
A skull level rogue on an epic mount turns off the path and comes straight towards us.
My mate dies and the rogue sprinted at me, I managed to scatter shot it and I started running around in aspect of cheetah miss, miss, miss, hit.
Took forever but my mate managed to corpse run back and join in.
The lvl60 rogue eventually started runnings away from us but we kept him perma dot’d, perma slowed
Watching him fall over dead was a massive adrenaline dump that had my teenage self shaking.