#arathi basin

[azerothtravel]

My adoring public, Arathi Basin, May 30, 2024. This was the outfit.

[resto-druid]

[the-nerd-beast]

I wish they raised the item level of warfront gear like they do for world quest rewards as an incentive you to keep playing them! I love warfronts but they don't really have any rewards unless you want the sets for transmog!

[wowdetails]

Healing Chest

Stables, Arathi Basin

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[aestheticsofazeroth]

Arathi Basin, Battleground

[ghorftas]

The Weirdest Arathi Basin Ever.

Alright, so I had an experience with Arathi Basin recently and I felt as if I should share this with as many people as I could. Let’s begin. 

So, it started out just like any other Arathi Basin match, right? Random salty healer, check. Guy talking in /say rather than instance chat, check. Then the guy who tries to get everyone to listen to his plan of attack and to explain how to win this game. That guy was me this time around. 

I basically said I wanted everyone to make sure stables was capped, and the rest split up between Blacksmith and Lumber Mill. Usually Alliance strategy, we always take Lumber Mill first. I counted at least... five of us going up to Lumber Mill, I basically just shrugged it off since usually there’s only about three to five Horde up there anyway. Stables was assaulted and everything had gone according to plan. Except... for one little thing.

The ENTIRETY of the Horde team was sitting on Lumber Mill. I am not joking. I swear I am not making this up. There was at least three healers, a monk, a priest, and a paladin with their soldiers just up there and ready to boogy. Keep in mind, there’s only five of us. But we sat there and took it like the Alliance scum we were. We were able to AoE the Horde off of the flag so they couldn’t get it. It was a completely meaningless effort because even if all five of us focused down a single Horde player, the healers could keep them alive. They were invincible, we were merely brave. After a solid two minutes of holding off the Horde from our precious Lumber Mill, they finally assaulted and capped the flag there. Soon after we ended up all perishing.

But... as I looked up at the base count, my eyes widened, I could not believe my eyes.  We had not just assaulted but capped four out of five bases in the entire match. It was glorious. I began to wonder how long that would last. A million thoughts raced through my head about WHY every single Horde player on that team would go Lumber Mill. I finally got over to Blacksmith to hold the fort but there was not fort to hold as only a single mage every now and again would float down from Lumber Mill to immediately get killed. 

The match continued on, eventually the Horde capped Farm and we honestly all began to believe that our luck had turned. Horde were attacking every base we had except Mines. But the thing was, it would only be in groups of three or four. Not enough to actually hurt us. 

The match was about 1000 to 800, occasionally they’d cap one of our bases for a short time but it wouldn’t last long. Then... suddenly... all the attacks stopped. It was the calm before the storm. We watched at Lumber mill as they all began to regroup in front of the bridge that led to Blacksmith, occasionally trying to drag us out in the open. We saw as every single Horde player on that team regrouped at Farm and began to CHARGE. It was like something you’d see in Alterac Valley or some kind of Revolutionary war movie. It was glorious yet horrifying. 

But while this was going on, one of our team members who, other than me and the salty healer, were the only ones calling out alerts. This rogue suddenly just randomly announced in our chat that he was “gonna snek over to farms”. The salty healer actually stayed quiet, probably for the same reason I was, watching the storm begin to take shape. This charge, this... what looked like a one hundred horde charge came towards us, they were half way across the bridge until suddenly...

“Randomassrogue has assaulted the Farm”

We all watched at Blacksmith as this insane, “Might of the Horde”, oncoming storm did a full 180 turn and ran their red asses back to Farm. Everyone in our chat was completely losing it. Even the salty healer, who had been insulting everyone all game had a laugh. 

It was the most glorious gameplay I had ever seen in any PvP match, ever. The rest of the game went on, they didn’t capture a single base and we all just sat there, laughing our asses off at this strange match. 

We won an Arathi Basin match because some random rogue turned an army by basically saying “Hold my beer.”

[azeroth-aesthetic]

[azerothtravel]

I'm Having A Nice Day, Arathi Basin, April 23, 2022.