Was a joy travelling with you! Thanks for coming and let’s caravaneer again!
https://imgur.com/a/nVcp0Vu
I am not allowed to say anything in regards to this….also…THIS IS ONLY A DISTRACTION AS THE DUNELAND KICKERS STILL NEED THEIR REVENGE AT GORGOL FC! WHICH SO NEEDS TO HAPPEN TODAY!!
looking forward trading with you guys again.
And speaking of Fishball, the Scavengers are training hard to challenge the Dunelanders soon!
Let those wagons roll
Rich dunes and save travels Dustpaws!
Hope to see more of the Swinetusks. 
Have you heart of the Bazaar in Dazar’Alor 
not until now o.o
When will it be?
And a bunch of us will be there for sure!
The storm whispers and the desert answers as the Caravan and the grunts make their way to the sands of Vol’dun. There under a desert sky we shall uncover riches that brought ruin to our dunes before, and fight enemies that are hiding in the shadows of buried curses.
We are the children of Vol’dun, people of the sand and wanderers of the most distant horizons. Whatever the world throws at us, we will survive. Even if some will find their end to travel onwards to distant shores, we, the Vulpera, the Dustpaw, we will survive! So let sand and sorrow settle as the caravan journeys to the buried dangers in the land of our ancestors!
Deep inside Vol’Dun an old man waits for the sun to go up. He took some of the sand and listened as it slid through his paws to be taken away into the dunes again. Many whispers were carried by the desert winds. Promises of glory and warnings of darkness. A shadow gathered to the north, an old enemy his kin knew far too well. A wound glittered in the golden dust that brought so much pain to his home in the past was opened to the east. And many travellers had arrived to the south. The desert was stirring as something brewed in the darkness beneath the sands. The blind man nodded as he took his staff and walked through the dunes again. To the east, to the south, where they were meant to be. A slight smile formed on his face as he felt the sand beneath his feed again. “The storm is calling…and the desert will answer…” he said and began his long march under a desert sky as the sun came up beyond the eastern mountains.
This one thinks this one has been sipping too much Voldunshine but that Krolusk was bigger than usual.
After a journey alongside the Grunts of the thirteenth Orgrimmar infantry the caravan and them had to fight off a Darkcaster on top of the Sethrallis temple. The dark rituals were stopped but the slaver went away, still hiding somewhere in the shadows or deep beneath the sands of Voldun…
After that we organised the bazaar of Golden Glory in Dazar Alor just to hear whispers of the next storm gathering at the Horizon.
Which lead into a trail through Nazmir, together with the Shieldmons of the seventh Rastari Cohort and the tribe mons of the Primal pact. Together we encountered a new unknown version of the Bloodplague. As more and more got infected and started to act like wild animals while their skin/fur turned white we made a deal with Bwomsamdi in our most dire of times. A deal that led to the Bloodwitch responsible for it, we defeated her and the Plague seems to be dealt with…for now…
Tomorrow we will then travel to the Kingdom of Quel’thalas to aid our allies against a blue storm coming for the Kingdom. We are not warriors but we are survivors and we shall endure the vile plotting going on and stand aside those we call brothers…
But no matter what happens in elven lands…something is already calling us back to the desert…something that lies beneath…
Thanks for letting us steal your krolusk.
Truly some of the best Vulpera around, if you’re around 3 feet tall and irresistibly cute-… a most ferocious creature covered in fur-… then this is the home for you!
I mean, every time I’ve personally run into these guys, it has been on the other side of the sword - but I’m always left feeling like making a Vulpera just to hang out with them more.
P.S. You’ll probably want to try and take Kronk back soon, there’s been talk of cooking Krolusk burger on him among the ranks.
when will the alliance stop (try) cooking our mounts?!
Truly an awesome Vulpera guild, wonderful to roleplay with! So seriously good that I find myself wanting to roll a Vulpera alt.
Hugs to the Caravan.
The war in Quel’Thalas is over. Now we shall return to Kalimdo and to the capitol. Who knows how long tho, for the road is always calling the wanderers for new paths to be taken.
This is also the perfect time if you want to join the Caravan on their adventures! Best case whisper one of us or send me an ingame mail 
And just as we return a small supply run evolves into a multi guild event chain with our bros from the Horde.
But tonight we finally shall enjoy peace. A small moment of victory in a world far bigger than we ever imagined. Telling stories of the roads behind us and drinking to the journeys ahead. While campfires crackle and the stars above Mulgore smile upon us.
Some days always make the journey worth it in the end, no matter how far the horizon may still be.
A man strolls through the sands of Tanaris. For most he will always be but a black spot on the horizon, for others the very end. As he comes closer to the town of Gadgetzan his heart is filled with regret and anger and flames that shouldn’t enter this world glare up for a moment.
The few people still awake that see the dark figure quickly run indoors and close their windows, all while the man with a gun, the man in black and the man alone traverse towards the Inn. He doesn’t enter it but his glaring eyes tell a lot. Those are the eyes of a beast that has found its prey. A dark voice spoken in silence still echoes through the night “Let the hunt begin…”
Surely this can’t mean any bad news for the caravan. So we go off and discover what is hidden and those sands so far from home.
Sand ain’t gonna hide anything from us!
Maybe not Sand, but dunes be da Troll land…
With graves robb…I mean tombs explored the caravan will return from the strange dunes of Uldum through the sands of Tanaris back to their ship in Gadgetzan and sail back to the dusty lands of Durotar.
If you are a kin exiled from the sands, lost and without a home, a family, a caravan then maybe the dunes will guide you to us.