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The Rolfs are working on a guild!

Hello there people who are mildly interested in our antics. It’s been a blast playing a character that is so different from the normal demeanor and playstyle that I am accustomed to. I’m used to playing a character from scratch, but not one with a more kind and simple-desired mindset. We (The Rolfs) have been working on a guild/community for a while now but we haven’t finished ironing out all the details, I’d like to just throw this out there to gauge interest as well as have anyone interested reach out to us. So our short little synopsis: Huntsman! A grim, horror themed guild/community based around, well, hunting. Grim? Horror? Yes! I mention them as such because the events I intend to make are going to have gore, they will deal with more of the spooky scary-and we plan to make them difficult. No event should be a walk in the park for you, so if you like a more difficult, but rewarding, type of event and roleplay you’ll fit in well. Guild and community? Yep! Originally we thought to make it solely a guild, but we figured why exclude people? If you already have a home, we’d still love to have you by. One day we’ll be running things as a sort of hunter lodge where you can come in and take a bounty to go out and hunt (x), but that is plans for the future. Once you learn our combat system and get sorted you are welcome at our events whether you have the Huntsman guild under your name or you’re sporting your local Lord’s banner. Anyone can become a Huntsman. Those in the guild may just have a few...cosmetic advantages on people outside; (guildies may get to help design a monster one day, accolades, trophies, etc.) Nothing that necessarily gives an advantage, but something even still. How difficult? Typically many events seem to have your character cleaving through a single monster with ease, not here. I’ve taken monsters and built them from the ground up. Different monsters are weak to certain things, some are less susceptible to some attacks, and then some you have to play to your surroundings even. Every time you face a monster, we want it to feel like a raid boss because every monster is unique and worth being hunted for the good of man, the coin, or a fine trophy for the mantle. Monsters may be smart, brutal, or just too damn tough, you’ll need your fellow Huntsmen to bring it down, or to help you retreat if things turn south. What sort of monsters do you have? Well I’ve taken monster ideas and hooks from various other media; (Games, movies, books, Mythology from various regions of our own world, and the WoW lore itself) to make unique creatures that would be the equivalent of an IC rarespawn basically. You’ll have to learn how to take them down, and do so with care lest the hunter become the hunted. Things like the Kelpie from celtic mythology may show up on the board, a banshee, wraiths, wendigos- it’s a monster lover’s paradise. Unique combat system! Nothing is all that ‘unique’ any more these days sadly, but we are trying something new that is in testing before we go through with the guild starting: The Morale system. Everyone wants to be a badass, we get it, but every wo/man has their limits. We all have our breaking point. After playing Darkest Dungeon for the 50th hour, we thought, why not try adding something like that to spice things up? You are fighting horrible, crazy monsters, there should be a level of discomfort. The longer you are in combat, the lower your morale gets by various actions: (being damaged, environment, creature specific abilities) and the lower your morale gets, the harder the event becomes. Some creatures are unique even in that they specifically target your morale to try and defeat you, they will whittle you down spiritually rather than bleed you dry. This is all the shorthand of it. We have a good bit more of character abilities for combat, events out in the world, working with guilds, but I’m saving all that for an official announcement post. If you have any questions, might like to know more, or are just interested please feel free to reach out! We are still testing some things to make sure everything runs smoothly but we would happily keep people in the loop or possibly bring people on/around in the start.

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Tuskarr Troubles

Everywhere we go folks seem t’ be havin’ some kind of problems goin’ on and ain’t no one interested in helpin’. People an’ races we never even knew were out there, like the Tuskarr here, are all in need an’ just waitin’ fer someone. These lads ‘ave had a tough go of things lately if y’ call invaders torchin’ their homes an’ dwindlin’ food ‘tough’. Ain’t nobody else steppin’ in, but me an’ Rolf are always willin’ t’ help between hunts, which are runnin’ a bit short ‘round here. By the end o’ve it all both sides took a bit o’ve a lickin’ but we’re the ones tha’ kept on kickin’. Lads don’t have much but their gratitude but that’s good ‘nough fer me an’ Rolf, oh and they allowed us t’ ride their giant turtle...ship...thing. Beastie’s big as a boat an’ I bet he tastes delicious...what was I talkin’ ‘bout? Oh, right! No’ much more we could do here for the lads but wish ‘m the best as they rebuild. Time t’ move on t’ the next big hunt or lads in need, eh, Rolf? Would have been nice if they’d have let you use one of their sleds before we left...did not expect them t’ be so touchy about those but y’ lay a pinky on one an’ they go yellin’ at ya. Anywho! Here we are, Chief, scooch on in Rolf an’ look t’ the camera. No, the camera. Down here, down...oh forget it- Yoohoo!

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The Tundra Wolfman

Seen plenty here in a short amount of time, things any Rolf ought t’ be turnin’ an’ high tailin’ away from. Rolf an’ I spotted drakes with shrill screams an’ beatin’ wings like a bat. The winged lizards could bellow a tree with a single flap an’ quickly see it t’ ash faster than you can say ‘Where’d that fookin’ tree go?’. Seen ourselves giants too, big, hulkin’ things they are. Tall as a fancy man’s keep an’ wider than a lodge, y’ feel ‘m stompin’ around over the hills b’fore y’ ever even see ‘em. No’ things Rolf an’ I are lookin’ t’ go toe-to-toe with, aye? Then there was this beastie. Moved like a man, an’ at first we even took ‘m for a worgen in the distance, that is ‘till we got close. Creature was half the size o’ve a tree he was! An’ nothin’ like some o’ve the other things we’ve encountered; wooden armor an’ a pair of rusted, jagged claws sported either hand. The way he moved, quick and effortlessly over the snow, it was like his feet never collided with the ground an’ then before y’knew it, he was bearin’ down on y’. Don’t know how long he’d been stalkin’ these hills, but the creature’d amassed himself a mighty hoard of gold an’ goods of fallen adventurers. I wonder about these monsters, how long they’d been there ‘till we come along, how many tha were the hunted, ‘stead of the hunter. A savage hunt he was, an’ a fine trophy, but more than anythin’ I’m glad this beastie’s no longer out there waitin’ fer someone. Creature like this deserves a place in the scrapbook fer sure though, plenty of room t’ fit him in too with how big the bastard is. Alrighty, Rolf, huddle up, s’ cold one quick picture then we make camp, say- Yoohoo!

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Brewfest

S’ not all books and beasties fer me an’ Rolf, sometimes a lad just needs a pint and a pal, an’ there’s no better pal than Rolf. This here was our first time at Brewfest an’ we’ve had ourselves a blast, even walked away with a bit of coin in our pockets too! Rolf an’ I helped deliver some much needed ale fer the lads who are downin’ it faster than ya can pour. We got ourselves a genuine brewfest commemorative stein fer the first time ever, an’ some fine brew t’ fill ‘er up with! It was a grand time, ‘ell, Rolf an’ I even found ourselves in a little drinkin’ contest! Didn’t go too well...but, at least we didn’t lose to the elf in our match! Hah!

We’d never had the chance t’ come until now, an’ it’d be hard t’ pass up the opportunity ever again. Didn’ even know they had prizes! Got m’self no’ one, but TWO fanceh hats! An’ yer lookin’ at two of the newest members to the exclusive, Brew of the Month Club. Here’s t’ the good times, Rolf, an’ some much needed relaxin’- Yoohoo!

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More Kings in the Crater

Rolf an’ I have seen many o’ve things on our adventures so far. Massive bears an’ raptors, birds the size of a carriage an’ gators that could snap a ram in half with a single snap. But nothin’ like this. The ground shakes, the birds an’ bushes go silent. Other beasts run from the area jus’ ta clear a path. The tauren calls it a Devilsaur. Taller than a tree, strong as a mountain, an’ a bone-chillin’ roar tha’ you can hear from miles away. I didn’ know what it was before when I could hear ‘im in the distance, didn’ want to know, but now I do. Our Tauren friend says this is the greatest hunt of the crater, of the world maybe, an’ I damn well believe ‘im. This is no raptor, this is nothin’ we’ve ever seen before, I reckon even Hemmet Jr. would have had the sense t’ run. We’re no’ ready fer this, no’ somethin’ that massive. Maybe one day, but m’ not gonna hold mah breath fer that. I do know one thing though, m’ gettin’ the fook out of this crater with things like tha’ walkin’ around. Goodbye Un’Goro, thank you an’ Yoohoo to you, but nooooooooo thank ye’.

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Fashionable Folk

Took us a bit o’ve time gettin’ ourselves back t’ familiar soil. Been gone a while, lots ‘ave changed since we were last ‘round here. Things ‘ave been in dire straits since the news hit, everyone up in arms, raisin’ flags an’ sayin’ their farewells. No’ our business realleh. Our fight’s no’ with the Horde, an’ truth be told, we’ve found plenty o’ve fine folk over there...some no’ so great, but still I’d rather ‘ave company with a goblin lad than an elf at this point. None of them lads ever tried cursin’ me, LIKE SOME PEOPLE ‘ROUND HERE.

Found ourselves invitation t’ a bit o’ve fun in the city; a sort o’ve clothin’ competition, what where y’ dress up real fanceh or funny t’ fit a theme. S’ nice t’ see some lads findin’ ways t’ keep merry even in these times, plus gettin’ t’ see Rolf put on a dress an’ yell at folks made m’ nearly spill milk out m’ nose. A’ the end o’ve it all though, wouldn’ y’ know I won even! Tha’s right, me, Rolf! Yer boy is fanceh, Mum! M’ fashion sense s’ undeniable now, an’ a winnin’ smile t’ boot! Scooch on in Rolf, s’ time fer fancy pictures in yer little oot’fit. Here’s one fancy schmancy- Yoohoo!

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Tanaris: The sea of sand After tha’ great beastie of a bat I don’ think there’s much left fer us ta look for in Thousand Needles, nothin’ but rocks an’ seawater. A short skip of a ferry over from our fine goblin friends an’ we found ourselves through the small mountain pass ta’ this little gem. Tanaris they call it. Doesn’ look like much, if anythin’ looks pretty dead here. Nothin’ but bones an’ sand, mountains an’ even more sand as far as the eye can see...an’ even the spyglass. Could already tell after the first few steps in this’d be an unforgivin’ land. So damned hot...sun beats down on ya, no water ‘cept for the coast an’ just the miles an’ miles of dunes.

Was nice lookin’ through the town a’ least. One interestin’ little place smack dab in the middle, some sort of fightin’ pit they call the ‘Thunder Drome’. After seein’ a few of the types tha’ fight in there though I don’ think Rolf an’ I are too eager ta go testin’ our mettle. It’s at least nice t’ be around decent folk though, we’ve ‘ad nothin’ but fine encounters with these goblins so far, so the more settlements we find with them the better off I’m feelin’. Alrigh’ Rolf, quick little one fer the scrapbook an’ we can watch the next fight, say- Yoohoo!

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The Great Hemmet Hunt The stories we heard made us mighty scared, even more so when we heard it even brough’ a chill t’ Hemmet! The Great White Tiger o’ve Stranglethorn. So much time spent trainin’, learnin’, adaptin’ fer this one. We prowled fer the big cats o’ve Stranglethorn’s jungle. Stalked the raptors o’ve Arathi’s open plains. An’ toppled the giant o’ve the Thandol Span’s canal. It was a long trek t’ the cliff where the King of the jungle called home. T’ finally be counted among Hemmet’s hunters was like a dream com’ true t’ me an’ Rolf. But let me tell you they were no’ lyin’... He was a massive beauty. Towerin’ bigger ‘an a horse, claws like a rusteh pitchfork, an’ a coat like the snows o’ve Dun Morogh. It took the combined mettle o’ brawn an’ bullets t’ bring ‘m down, but in the end the King had fallen. We finally did it! Proclaimed true hunters by Hemmet m’self! Was enough t’ bring a little bit o’ve a tear t’ my eye, an’ Rolf might no’ admit it but I could see he was too. We go’ ourselves a trophy out o’ve it, an’ Hemmet Jr.’s own gun fer Rolf, this’ll truleh be one o’ve our greatest moments. This time I know I won’ have t’ drag ‘m in, I jus’ know Rolf is lookin’ ta give me the best darn yoohoo of his life- alrigh’ Rolf, say Yoohoo!