History might remember me as a monster, and call what I did unthinkable.
School children for centuries to come will learn of my horrid acts, which have come to be known as "The Dragonkin Massacre"
They will learn of a mad lone Warrior named Marros on a forgotten realm named Undermine. Marros was a strong Warrior, one forged by 67 years, or levels as his kind called them, of heroic questing and dungeon battles. He had been a champion for the weak, a defender for the defensless, but as the story goes so often, Marros fell on hard times.
Though he was a skilled blacksmith, Marros was always LFW, and could not find the work or the money he needed to further increase his skill. A master miner as well Marros often depended on the rich ores he harvested from the Earth, but the times and the economy were not what they once were. To many newbs sold their trade and materials for a price far below their value, and Marros could not compete with such low prices.
Then one day Marros heard a tale, a tale of riches far beyond what he could make with his craft, riches that would be enough to buy him that flying Griphon he had tried so hard to save for.
There was rumor of an Azure Whelpling, a baby of the blue Dragonkin, and people with far too much money were paying to turn this little beast into a token pet. So Marros flew to the long forgotten land of Azshara. Azshara was an uninteresting land without dungeons, one that had been forgotten by it's creators and the people of their world, but Marros had to go there and see for himself, to see for himself if the stories were true.
Marros arrived and began his search. He only at first observed the Blue Dragonkin to see if there were signs of the whelpling, but to no avail. Then Marros drew too close, and all was lost.
The Dragonkin knew why he was there, for their land had been plagued for weeks with others like him, looking, looking for what was not theirs.
Marros' greed however pushed him on. He began to slay the Dragonkin with ease, they fell one by one under his axe, and he continued the slaughter in search for his prize.
But his prize remained elusive. Marros knew this was to be a long battle, but also that others had succedded,and after every kill he convinced himself that only one more would be needed. Marros carried out his genocide on the Dragonkinfor hours, and the longer he fought, the greater his rage grew. He went from kill to kill, corpse to corpse, pillaging the dead bodies and finding only scraps, a few silver coins, and rarely and green item he could sell at the market later.
Marros quickly fell into madness, and the few hunters that still came to zone could often hear him in the distance yelling, "Damn you Dragonkin, GIVE ME YOUR BABY!" The hours eventually turned into days, yet his prize stilled remained elusive.
And so goes the tale, of Marros the Mad, and "The Dragonkin Massacre". Little else is known about what happened to Marros, only that he never found his Whelpling, and vowed never to return to Azshara again.
Great story, shame it wasn't a happy ending :(
LOL, you made my night =) I vote this the most creative thottbot post EVER!
Aleidis
Hyjal
Poor Marros.
But that is definitely the best Thottbot post I've ever seen. Way to go!
Ohh My god...........That was the best ost Eva! you made my night and my morning! man that rocked, Be Prowd!
Master 21st
That has to be one of the most creative posts Ive ever seen on thott. Props... and blizz should take note of this story for all to remember.
LOL man that should be one of the books that blizz makes on tables in SW!!!!
best post EVER! lol :( sorry u never got one
Omg dude, awesome story. made my night!
Well most famous authors did "type up a fake story he thought up." That's kinda the point of fiction.
That was a great story. Loved it! Good to see some creativity on Thottbot every once in a while.
I really don't know why anyone likes that story, i mean, some guy typed up a fake story he thought up. It is not that great, i don't know why it has a rating of over 140!!!
I know this post will somehow magically have like -200 rating, but seriously, i don't get it. I thought it was kind of gay.
LOL, I guess the "Lore of World of Warcraft" just magically appeared with no typing, no thought process at all!
.... almost brought a tear to my eye..
I too killed many a dragonkin, to try and find an Emerald whelpling to call my own, but to no avail.
Good Story.... best i ewer heard!
Ceril Azjol-Nerub
wow, GREAT story, good job ^^
THAT IS JUST SOOOO TOTALLY AWESOME!!! best story on Thottbot for sure! its funny and sad but all in all a great story
Lol blizzard should give you a free Azure Whelpling after that!
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You should get 80k gold AND a free Azure Whelping for that awesome story that made my LIFE!!!
History might remember me as a monster, and call what I did unthinkable.
School children for centuries to come will learn of my horrid acts, which have come to be known as "The Dragonkin Massacre"
They will learn of a mad lone Warrior named Marros on a forgotten realm named Undermine. Marros was a strong Warrior, one forged by 67 years, or levels as his kind called them, of heroic questing and dungeon battles. He had been a champion for the weak, a defender for the defensless, but as the story goes so often, Marros fell on hard times.
Though he was a skilled blacksmith, Marros was always LFW, and could not find the work or the money he needed to further increase his skill. A master miner as well Marros often depended on the rich ores he harvested from the Earth, but the times and the economy were not what they once were. To many newbs sold their trade and materials for a price far below their value, and Marros could not compete with such low prices.
Then one day Marros heard a tale, a tale of riches far beyond what he could make with his craft, riches that would be enough to buy him that flying Griphon he had tried so hard to save for.
There was rumor of an Azure Whelpling, a baby of the blue Dragonkin, and people with far too much money were paying to turn this little beast into a token pet. So Marros flew to the long forgotten land of Azshara. Azshara was an uninteresting land without dungeons, one that had been forgotten by it's creators and the people of their world, but Marros had to go there and see for himself, to see for himself if the stories were true.
Marros arrived and began his search. He only at first observed the Blue Dragonkin to see if there were signs of the whelpling, but to no avail. Then Marros drew too close, and all was lost.
The Dragonkin knew why he was there, for their land had been plagued for weeks with others like him, looking, looking for what was not theirs.
Marros' greed however pushed him on. He began to slay the Dragonkin with ease, they fell one by one under his axe, and he continued the slaughter in search for his prize.
But his prize remained elusive. Marros knew this was to be a long battle, but also that others had succedded,and after every kill he convinced himself that only one more would be needed. Marros carried out his genocide on the Dragonkinfor hours, and the longer he fought, the greater his rage grew. He went from kill to kill, corpse to corpse, pillaging the dead bodies and finding only scraps, a few silver coins, and rarely and green item he could sell at the market later.
Marros quickly fell into madness, and the few hunters that still came to zone could often hear him in the distance yelling, "Damn you Dragonkin, GIVE ME YOUR BABY!" The hours eventually turned into days, yet his prize stilled remained elusive.
And so goes the tale, of Marros the Mad, and "The Dragonkin Massacre". Little else is known about what happened to Marros, only that he never found his Whelpling, and vowed never to return to Azshara again. I sat in my chair reading this over and over entertaining myself, man that made my life as posted before by me.
IT doesnt even help that WotLK came out either. when you put stuff on the Ah its priced way too low. i cant keep up.
Love this post! It is almost as funny as that infamous "long robe" post. Wish I could remember the name of that robe.
Please someone link us to that one if you know it, so other humor in posting fans can enjoy that one too.
I am going to log in now to hunt for something in Azshara.
Whelpless in Alleria
Lol joe very nice story you told there sorry you didnt get it even tho this is over a year since u didnt get it but creative as hell.
Snovvyball
Snowshock (i came up with the snowshock name so up all u guys i even armoried it to make sure it was open)
Snovv (was originally snowyball came up with that too)
Stonemaul
Wow, i know it was over a year too, but that was the best World of Warcraft story ever :D sorry you didnt get your dragon, but that, again, was the best story ever
Absolutely brilliant - your story telling is excellent - bravo to you.
Best thottbot story ever!!!
Another EPIC POST FTW!!!!
thank you!!!
[quote]History might remember me as a monster, and call what I did unthinkable.
School children for centuries to come will learn of my horrid acts, which have come to be known as "The Dragonkin Massacre"
They will learn of a mad lone Warrior named Marros on a forgotten realm named Undermine. Marros was a strong Warrior, one forged by 67 years, or levels as his kind called them, of heroic questing and dungeon battles. He had been a champion for the weak, a defender for the defensless, but as the story goes so often, Marros fell on hard times.
Though he was a skilled blacksmith, Marros was always LFW, and could not find the work or the money he needed to further increase his skill. A master miner as well Marros often depended on the rich ores he harvested from the Earth, but the times and the economy were not what they once were. To many newbs sold their trade and materials for a price far below their value, and Marros could not compete with such low prices.
Then one day Marros heard a tale, a tale of riches far beyond what he could make with his craft, riches that would be enough to buy him that flying Griphon he had tried so hard to save for.
There was rumor of an Azure Whelpling, a baby of the blue Dragonkin, and people with far too much money were paying to turn this little beast into a token pet. So Marros flew to the long forgotten land of Azshara. Azshara was an uninteresting land without dungeons, one that had been forgotten by it's creators and the people of their world, but Marros had to go there and see for himself, to see for himself if the stories were true.
Marros arrived and began his search. He only at first observed the Blue Dragonkin to see if there were signs of the whelpling, but to no avail. Then Marros drew too close, and all was lost.
The Dragonkin knew why he was there, for their land had been plagued for weeks with others like him, looking, looking for what was not theirs.
Marros' greed however pushed him on. He began to slay the Dragonkin with ease, they fell one by one under his axe, and he continued the slaughter in search for his prize.
But his prize remained elusive. Marros knew this was to be a long battle, but also that others had succedded,and after every kill he convinced himself that only one more would be needed. Marros carried out his genocide on the Dragonkinfor hours, and the longer he fought, the greater his rage grew. He went from kill to kill, corpse to corpse, pillaging the dead bodies and finding only scraps, a few silver coins, and rarely and green item he could sell at the market later.
Marros quickly fell into madness, and the few hunters that still came to zone could often hear him in the distance yelling, "Damn you Dragonkin, GIVE ME YOUR BABY!" The hours eventually turned into days, yet his prize stilled remained elusive.
And so goes the tale, of Marros the Mad, and "The Dragonkin Massacre". Little else is known about what happened to Marros, only that he never found his Whelpling, and vowed never to return to Azshara again.[/quote GIVE ME YOU BABY! lol ROLEPLAYER! imma try get my whelpling tuesday. ^.^
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