This being Bizarro Outland, Draenor is replete with familiar faces. You just never know who you might run into.
Today I ran across the former warchief of the Horde, just hanging, as former warchiefs are wont to do. He let me take this sweet selfie.
I found this evil looking axe laying nearby. Asked him if it was his, he didn’t say it was.
Left it, though. The stats were all wrong.
Kicking myself, now – I could have DE’d that for some decent pixie dust for Jas. I bet someone came along and grabbed it already. No point in going back for it now.
By the way, don’t let the brochures fool you. Nagrand might look familiar to the old one, but it’s a lot more humid. Pack accordingly.
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Tonight, as I headed towards my rendezvous with the start of the Uldum zone, I thought I’d stop by what used to be the entrance to Uldum (which I visited way back here) to see what sort of flim-flammery they were up to. I expected a giant cop-out, to be honest.
Not so much.
You really don’t get anything more than two rooms, one which you cannot enter, but it’s sufficient to qualify as “not a cop-out”. The image doesn’t do it justice, of course, but all that stuff behind the rubble is moving – turning, pistoning, and otherwise looking like it’s earning its pay for the week. Plus, there are a bunch of Earthen just hanging out, being cool.
Do yourself a favor and stop by on the way to the caravan. It’s worth the detour. Besides, you’ll want that flight point just to the east of it, anyway. It’s not really out of your way.
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Sometimes you look down, and realize …
GUYS, THAT’S THE FREAKING WELL OF ETERNITY DOWN THERE!
Legends step out of the pages of history.
And give us quests.
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