The Senior Citizens is a community of players who, although love playing World of Warcraft, actually have a life outside of the game. Whether it be family, friends, job or other hobbies, free time is not so easy to come by. Our main goal at the moment is to build a community with enough toons to undertake adventures, our endgame, is of coarse to face the most devestating foes Azeroth has to offer. We are here to level our toons in a peaceful and stress free atmosphere. To help each other out as best we can. Whether it be by aiding with a quest, donating some resources or just exchanging information, we all work together for the good of each other and for the good of the guild.
A Role Playing aspect is also included. If you like, you can take up an active role in the writing of the Senior Citizens history.
Prologue
In the magical realm of Azeroth, whispers of an impending invasion began to spread like wildfire among the seers. They foretold of a dark force that would descend upon the land, leaving devastation in its wake. In a desperate attempt to protect their beloved home, Lady Proudmoore, one of the finest mages in all Azeroth and the most powerful human sorceress alive, knew she needed to act swiftly.
Turning to her most trusted guardian, a mysterious figure known only as Medivh, Lady Proudmoore relayed the urgent news. However, he must not reveal his true identity, as he was meant to move in the shadows and work discreetly to uncover the threat that loomed over Azeroth.
Medivh understood the gravity of the situation and knew that he could not face this danger alone. Determined to assemble a formidable force, he set out to seek out unlikely allies from all corners of the realm. And thus, the Guild of the Senior Citizens was born.
Gathering a group of elderly but wise adventurers, Medivh led them on a quest to save Azeroth from the impending doom. Despite their age, the members of the guild possessed skills and knowledge that proved invaluable on their journey. Together, they braved treacherous lands, faced formidable foes, protected the weak and worked tirelessly to uncover the source of the impending invasion.
These are their stories…
Chapter 1 - An unexpected friendship
The stars were shining exceptionally bright this brisky April night as the clouds started to clear. The rain trickled down my neck and my long grey beard was soaking wet from the water running down my nose.
“Halt! Who goes there?”
The man was hard to make out in the dark. His armor flared in the light of his lantern and somewhat blinded me.
“I am Marshal Dughan,” he continued in a calm but firm tone, “protector of the east Elwynn Forest bridge. State your business stranger!”
“My name is Wrinkly,” I mumbled as I was wiping the rain from my lips. “I am in search of a hot bowl of soup and a warm bed for the night, apart from that, my business is my own.”
“Well Mr. Wrinkly,” he whispered cautiously, as if to tell the world’s best kept secret, “you’re in luck! Melika, the Inn keeper’s assistant at the Lion’s Pride Inn makes the best pot of Redbridge Stew in all of the Eastern Kingdoms. And don’t forget to have a pint of Orcish Ale, I heard it knocks out even the toughest of dwarves.” Almost drooling, he turned around and pointed. “If you continue down this road and around that bend,” his right hand making zigzags in the air, “you will arrive at the inn. I’m sure Melika will have a room for you as well. But watch out for yourself, an old man such as yourself shouldn’t be walking around the forest alone.” Pointing to the right he continued, “this side of the road is full of Prowlers. Mean vicious wolves that seem to have not eaten in days. And on this side of the road,” he pointed to the left, “you’ll find Defias Bandits. Ever since we posted guards at the bridges, they have been jumping travelers in the forest.”
“Rwlrwlrwlrwl,”
“Oh yes,” Marshal Dughan reacted surprised but was still calm, “I almost forgot about the Murlocks. Crazy little buggers they are. They have a camp about half a league from the inn, watch out for them. They come in numbers.”
“Thank you good sir,” Wrinkly said in his usual good mannered tone. “I will be sure to keep a look out.” Ruffling up his collar and stamping the rain off his wet boots, Wrinkly continued, “I may be old and grey now but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
Around the last bend, the walk turned out to be longer then Marshal Dughan explained. Wrinkly could hear voices, laughter and the sound of music in the distance. Through the tress he can see the lights illuminating the inn and the smoke rising from the chimney. “This must be the place,” Wrinkly thought as he checked the mailbox before entering the front door.
“Good evening to you young man,” said the soft gentle voice from behind the bar with a lot of irony. “What can I do you for tonight?”
Looking around, Wrinkly noticed many different classes. Three warriors and a mage sitting at a table playing cards. The group of Paladins keeping to themselves at the corner table eating a meal. Even the unconscious dwarf at the end of the bar did not get unnoticed.
“Don’t mind him,” the soft voice said again. “He’s always like that after the first pint of Orcish Ale. My name is Melika. Melika Isenstrider,” she said as she was wiping off a table collecting the tip. “Have you thought about what I can get for you?”
Feeling the water in his boots squishing between his toes, “I would like a hot bowl of your delicious Redbridge Stew Marshal Dughan told me about.” Remembering how the Marshal started drooling, Wrinkly noticed the saliva in his mouth starting to build up as well, “and a glass of that Orcish Ale I have heard so much about,” he continued. “I will be over there at that empty armchair by the fire warming up my cold bones and drying my socks.”
Ironhyde
“I’mmm coming, I’mmmm coming!” Melika yelled from the kitchen as she was cleaning the dishes. “Keep your feet on the ground, I’ve only got two hands you know!”
The hour was late and most of the guests have either gone home or were not able to do so due to the amount of Orcish Ale they had. Wrinkly however, just started on his third glass when suddenly the tavern door swung open. The creature standing in the doorway was hard to make out. The shine of the full moon behind him made only a silhouette visible. Two big green eyes and a growl that sends shivers up your spine.
“Is that my Frosty?” Melika asked in excitement.
“Growl, hoof, growl!”
“It is you Frosty!” You can hear the joy in Melika’s voice as a great big white Mangeclaw bear appeared from behind the silhouette. The massive beast stood 10 feet tall as Melika came over to give it a hug. Everyone who did not know better, were standing at the other end of the tavern in awe. A Mangeclaw bear, especially one walking free in a tavern, was not something to take lightly.
“My oh my have you grown Frosty! What has that dwarf been feeding you? You go on over to the fire and play rug and I’ll get you a chunk of boar’s meat!”
The great bear stomped its way to the fire place. With every step, you can feel the floorboards shake. Passing Wrinkly, the bear sniffed his sockless feet and continued on to finally fall to the floor with a great big thump.The creature in the doorway took a step forward into the light and removed his goggles. His beard, white and long, almost down to his belt, was braided extravagantly. The axes on each side of his belt were shining as if just sharpened with Adamantite sharpening stones and the handle of his Boomstick was towering over his right shoulder. His thick leather armor, studded with rivets was soaking wet and shining in the light as if it were made of Mithril.
“How’s my favorite innkeeper doin’?“ The dwarf asked as he was cleaning his goggles to put them in the pouch. “How’re ya doin’ my love?”
“Aww you know, trying to keep my head above water, she said as she was brushing the leaves off the dwarf’s shoulder armour. “It’s not been easy since the flood. How has the forest been treating you and Frosty Ironhyde? Have you been finding enough work? What can I get you? The same as always?” She went back behind the bar and started rummaging in the cupboards for a chunk of boar’s meat.
“No, no…” he said while taking off his armor to dry next to the fire. “I’ll start off with two pints of Ale and bring one to the barefooted geezer sitting in my chair.”
Wrinkly looked up.
„You’re not from around these parts are you old man?“ Ironhyde asked as he approached the fire. „Cause if you were, you would know not to sit in that chair on a night of a full moon.“
„Oh!“ Wrinkly started as he was getting up. „I didn’t know, I am new to these - „
Ironhyde interrupted him saying, „don’t get up, please stay seated, I’ll take this chair and you can tell me of your journey.“