The high peaks of Dun Morogh have been a subject of discussion for long. Lordaeron, Stormwind, Stromgarde, Darnassus… Alliance cities fall, sometimes they get rebuilt… yet only Ironforge withstood the test of time.
Be it because of its unsiegeable position or the sheer lack of enemies the dwarves and gnomes have made over the years, the Khaz Modan is widely considered one of the safest regions, and its inhabitants are dedicated to maintain it so.
The Forgecog Fellowship reflects this mentality, with men and women ready to take up arms and unleash their most potent machinery to defend themselves from invaders… and to assail those who wrong them.
Heigh-ho dawners,
The Forgecog Fellowship is currently recruiting Dwarves and Gnomes to join us and help us defend the most wonderous region in all of Azeroth, north of the Kinglands and south of Thandol Span: The Khaz Modan.
The Forgecog was born as a joint union between two pre-existing guilds: the Assemblage of Uld and the League of Modimus, both with a vast history of incredible RP. We do all kinds of roleplay, from casual to cross-faction, we thoroughly enjoy cross-guild interaction and we prefer not to isolate.
We don’t have a specific uniform rule since most people who play dwarves/gnomes tend to be able to tmog decently, just look suitable for a para–militaristic organization and you’re good to go.
We also encourage you to use the guild tabard (Though it’s not a must).
If you are interested, please DM Bravebraid or Kanma but any online member should be able to help.
Since joining the Fellowship my power level has increased considerably, alongside my ability to drink Ale, you should consider joining to lads and lasses!
The stock of the blunderbuss was a perfect walking cane for Bronzeo, it helped him find his balance as he waded through the steep ground of the Loch. The dwarf had gone through a sleepless night… dark eyebags drooped down to his cheekbones, yet he didn’t feel like sleeping at all. He was too on edge, too paranoid. An heavy sleeper is hard to wake up… but it’s even harder for him to fall asleep.
As he climbed up the grassy hills, his mind swirled with thoughts. Not too long ago he was almost killed while on the battlefield… two shots to the chest. Somebody wanted him dead. It’s hard to get used to this feeling, you feel as if there’s always someone watching you… waiting for you to lower your guard.
A rustle.
The dwarf gasped, hastily going to grasp the blunderbuss. He darted his eyes around warily, seeing another rustle coming from a bush. He didn’t second guess himself, with a single squeeze he pulled the trigger. A soft whine could be heard from the bush. Bronzeo hurried to check, pushing the blades of grass aside to reveal… a rabbit.
He exhaled, wiping drops of sweat from his forehead before gripping his backpack tightly and retrating towards his hut. The sun had just peeked over the horizon, flooding the valley with light… yet the morning was still cold to Bronzeo. The kind of cold to chill your bones and make you want to slumber against the pillow.
He stopped for a moment… to glance at the sun… then entered the hut and shut the door behind him. He wasn’t gonna sleep today either.
