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About Zarja

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  1. This came up recently with a few of my friends. We couldn't find an answer ourselves. How long has each warchief ruled, starting with Blackhand?
  2. Me too. I've used cooldown as a way to tell which rabbits I have bred. Ie: "That buck can't be used today, he is on cooldown from yesterday."
  3. Warrior hands down everytime. There just something about charging in with a huge two-handed weapon that never gets old.
  4. Congratulations. It was a great story.
  5. Last day for voting guys. Good luck to all!
  6. Kerchak: My favorite book happens to be Tarzan of the Apes. Since Tarzan happens to be a famous name, Blizzard disabled it as a name. However, Kerchak is named after the bull or king of Tarzan's tribe. Before Tarzan takes over of course. And since Cairne Bloodhoof was my favorite character from Warcraft III it was only natural to use that surname. Brinks: Was created as a guild bank before they were added into the game. Everyone I knew had names like Posbank, Ibedabank, and the like. I decided to go with an armored car company. Finding a shamanic surname was harder. Since a lot of players I knew at the time had names dealing with fire or water, I picked a different element and came up with Windfury. Zarja: Her name was simply the first five letter name from the randomizer that wasn't already taken. Ajraz: A friend of mine had two characters called Ajo and Oja. After he told me that he clearly had just spelled one backwards, I stole his idea. Since one of his characters was a mage and my main at the time was Zarja; it was that simple.
  7. Nodding her agreement for company through the thick, wild and often dangerous jungle, Zarja swallowed her mouthful of food. “Ya, dat’s a good idea. Da jungle be a rough palce ta be alone. We gonna wait for da weather da clear up a li’l afore going. An mi goin’ need a new weapon. Dis dagger is ok, but could use somthin’ with more reach,” Zarja said. “Mi used ta know a goblin around here dat built good weapons at reasonable prices, if he still lives. An mi only need a li’l of da bloodvine, so any extra we get, joo can keep.” She continued. Returning to the food, Zarja ate in silence. The storm raged outside, the pounding rain on the roof of the inn only quieting only when the thunder deafened the ears of the populace inside. Suddenly a different kind of boom sounded on the rooftop. The end of a large tree limb appeared like magic in the ceiling. Cold, wet rain poured into the inn from the new hole. A few of the lanterns blew out as the wind discovered the opening. Zarja smiled as she heard the line of curses escape form the goblin innkeeper. He ran about shouting at his workers to get busy removing the intruder. The workers leaped into action like a kicked ant hill. Someone appeared from the back with a bucket, while another ran out with towels. Another came bearing hammer and nails. A fourth had an armful of short planks. By the speed and effectiveness of the inn workers, Zarja could tell that this sort of thing was not out of the ordinary. “Ready?” the giant ogre bouncer said to everyone. With nodding all about him, the brute wrapped its massive hands around the limb. Muscles grew and bulged as the ogre focused. Water poured onto him as the limb slowly inched out of the hole. With a final heave the limb exited the hole. Without the limb in the way, water poured into the inn full force. The howling wind also managed to blow out the rest of the lanterns. Working only by the light from the fireplace, the ogre took the planks and hammer from his assistants. In short order the only evidence that anything had happened was a fairly slow steady drip. As a goblin went around relighting the lanterns in the inn, Zarja turn to Mabuse. “Well, da was exciting,” Zarja commented.
  8. Maybe I should have said that it's releasing onto DVD and Blueray. I saw it the day after it was in theater. Plus I got two free accounts, which was cool. My Mom, her High school friend, and my cuz all enjoyed it. And none of them have any background in gaming or much less Warcraft. I think that says something about the film in itself.
  9. ((Nice work, and funny. Most of my alts know each other, in fact my oldest character was married to an alt. Sometimes I wonder if I might have a split personality. My meeting would go something like this:)) Thunderbluff outside the bank near the mailbox. Zarja: “Oh hey Kerchak nice meetin’ joo here. How it be goin’?” Kerchak: “Its good.” Zarja: “Dat’s it. All joo got?” Kerchak: “Well … ok maybe it isn’t good. My class has changed so much since I started adventuring. Between figuring out all the changes and trying to build up engineering to get the motorcycle for you, I haven’t had time to really enjoy hunting.” Brinks: “Hey you two, what is cooking?” Kerchak: “Hey, Brinks.” Zarja: “Kerchak was just complaining about class changes again. Always the same story.” Kerchak: “Oh sure. Blame me. Warriors haven’t changed like hunters have. You guys still run up and smack people. We hunters have seen a lot of change. First, we can shot at any range, no more ‘dead zone’. Then ammo and quivers are gone. No more attack speed bonuses there. Then there is the mana to focus thing. I’m not my pet.” Brinks: “I see.” Zarja: “So, Kerchak here said he needed extra mats for mi motorcycle. Think joo can mine some up, Brinks?” Brinks: “Come on, Zajra. You know I dropped mining ages ago to pick up Enchanting. Since you saw the price enchants got on the auction house. By the way, you’ll have to send me more vellum, if you want the gold train to keep rolling in.” Zarja: “Oh right, I’ll mail you some later. I’m out of ink.” Kerchak: “Did you get dat Bijou I found in my bank, Brinks?” Brinks growls menacingly. Brinks: “I’m not the ‘bank’ character anymore, Kerchak. Not since it was discovered that Shaman are enjoyable to play, by our player.” Kerchak: “Oh right.” Ajraz: “Hey you three.” Brinks: “Ajraz.” Kerchak: “Hey. I could use some bigger bags, when you have the chance, Ajraz.” Zarja: “Yea mi too, mon.” Brinks: “A bigger enchanting bag wouldn’t hurt.” Ajraz: “Whoa, talk about bull rushed. Kerchak, your new bags are in the mail and you should have them already. Brinks and Zarja, I’ll send you some later. Maybe if you sent mats like Kerchak, I wouldn’t have to buy mats off the AH.” Brinks: “Any of you guys got some extra gold? I’d like to get my epic flying. I got that bronze drake from old strat the other day.” Zarja: “Is that even around anymore? I heard that mounts are account bound. I haven’t looked into that.” Male Orc Rogue: “Don’t know either. But I have it listed on my mount page.” Female Undead Warlock: “Me too.” Kerchak: “Who are you two?” Rogue: “We’re the alts the player uses to take a break from being IC all the time.” Warlock: “Yep, and I just made half way to max level last night.” Brinks: “…” Kerchak: “Um … dude.” Zarja: “Max level is 110 now. You’re going to need another 10 levels for that to happen.” Warlock: “What!? Srsly? Damn it. Every time I make half way it changes. I haven’t been on in awhile clearly.” Rogue: “Yep, that is true.” Zarja: “We all haven’t been on in a LONG time. Something like four years.” Kerchak: “Yep.” All the characters turn toward the screen. All together: “Get with the program, player!” Me: “Come on guys, don’t hate me. The game just isn’t playable on Dail-up anymore.” Zarja: “Well, get back to us when you get high speed then. Until then, we’re gone.” Brinks: “Yea.” Screen flickers and goes black. Me: “Damn.”
  10. Well thank you. In other news the movie is great. I was truly worried about it as we all know that movies based on games are usually bad. However I didn't play Ors & Humans, so I can't say how close the storyline is. It's releasing September 27th, stateside, for those of you who missed it in theater.
  11. Two male trolls stand within the ring of the Gurubashi arena. The first one is of average build with flame red hair. He stands with his axe gripped in his left hand. Two thin trails of blood run down that arm to pool at his knuckles before dropping to the sand covered floor. The cuts, one on the forearm and the other on the bicep, are deep. His left eyelid flickers as the blood from a cut above drips into it. One finger of the right hand points out perpendicular to the other, clearly broken. The second troll is no better. He wears his black hair back gathered in a large ponytail that falls between his shoulder blades. He is clearly bigger then the red haired troll across from him. On his chest is an expanding black bruise clearly marking a cracked rib. His right tusk ends suddenly in a jagged break and he turns slightly to spit out a mouthful of blood. Along with a broken nose and a droopy black eye, his left leg bears a long deep cut across the hip. Ner’ja shakes his head, turning an arc of blood outward, in an attempt to clear his eyesight of blood. His opponent turns to close ranks, but his leg is slowing him too much to move quickly. Ner’ja simply step back maintaining the distance between the two combatants. Understanding that the rogue before him has greater reach with the sword, Ner’ja looks around the arena floor for something to even the odds. Seeing nothing but bloody sand and the end of Bor’s tusk, Ner’ja groans and shakes his head again. “There is no glory in watching me bleed to death, coward,” Bor shouts at the axe wielding warrior. “There is a vistory feast I have to attend after this,” he continues, boastfully. Ner’ja nods in agreement and moves forward, a plan forming in his mind. As Bor’s sword swings in from the right side, Ner’ja moves his axe in to parry. Carefully checking his swing Ner’ja manages to lock Bor’s blade between the axe’s cutting blade and the handle. With a flick and twist of arm and body, Ner’ja sends the sword flying across the ring, disarming the larger troll. Bor so disarmed grabs the closest thing to him, that being Ner’ja broken hand, and wrenches down on it. Pain shoots up Ner’ja arm into his brain. He howls and drops to his knees as the axe falls out of his grip. Balling his now open hand into a fist, Ner’ja punches Bor in the chest, turn his cracked rib into a broken one. Bor releases the hnad in his grip and kicks Ner’ja. The warrior grabs the incoming limb and uses it to throw Bor off balance onto the floor. The two figures lock together on the floor, rolling around kicking, punch, and biting. The crowd watches as small clouds of sand and dirt float away form the fighters as they brawl like wild animals. Being larger, Bor manages to gain the upper hand and pins the small troll to the sandy floor. Locking his hands in a viselike grip around Ner’ja’s throat, Bor steals the air from Ner’ja lungs. Seeing an object in the corner of his quickly diming eyesight, Ner’ja reaches out for it. As his grip locks around the circular object, the warrior swings his arm towards the eye of his opponent with the last of his failing strength. Bor’s death scream rings out far into the jungle causing small birds to take flight. With one last shutter, he falls to the ground, dead. His broken tusk jets out of where his left eye had been but moments before. Blood wells out of the wound as Ner’ja tries to get up. His body betrays him and he passes out from both pain and exhaustion. (( Taken from old guild site.))
  12. (( Written, but not typed yet. Found it in a pad I misplaced.))
  13. (( place holder. Not written yet. ))
  14. A lone troll stands in the center of the gurubashi arena. Hundreds of fellow trolls sit in the stands watching as a larger troll enters the circle before them. This new comer begins to circle the first troll. As Ner’ja stood there with sword and shield at his side, he looks up into the crowd searching. Unable to locate his wife of daughter, his eyes return the ring. Dropping to one knee he mutters a pray to his Loa. As the warrior is kneeling, the larger troll sees an opening and charges forward. Seeing this movement out of the corner of his eye, Ner’ja leaps into action. Bring his shield up between himself and the rushing attacker, Ner’ja readies himself for impact. AS the rushing troll nears, Ner’ja adjusts his shield to angle downward. Just as the troll hit the shield, Ner’ja quickly rolls onto his back using the shield as a lever to flip the bull rushing troll up and over him, unharmed. The attacker continues on a few feet before coming to a stop and turning back to Ner’ja. Taking this time to strike Ner’ja is already on his feet and rushing forward. The larger troll manages to see this attack and begins an open palmed backhand. Ner’ja in his rush is unable to bring his shield forward before the sinewy arm of the much stronger troll stirkes home. As the hit connects to Ner’ja’s chest the smaller troll is sent flying back the way he came. The berserker troll completes his turn and looks down onto a breathless Ner’ja. Moving in for the finishing blow, he raises his tree-like arms above his head. Ner’ja, still far from death plays possum. Just as the strike about to hit home it strike wooden shield. The thundering boom of cracking wood is heard throughout the arena. As the dust clears Ner’ja is seen throwing half a shield from his hand. The other half rest in the bleeding hands of the berserker. The crowd cheers. Tossing the broken shield from his hand the berserker grins widely. Knowing that the now shield less troll stood little chance against his might, the Berserker charges; however Ner’ja knew this too and with catlike reflexes he sidesteps the rush and manages to strike the berserker in the back. The strike only enrages the berserker and he quickly turns and charges again. And again Ner’ja reflexes prove better. This charge, dodge, strike game continues for full minute. In the next past the berserker chances his tactics. In his next rush he reaches out with one arm and goes to cloth line the dodge troll. But Ner’ja dodges this by leaping over the lowered arm. As he passes above the berserker, Ner’ja again strikes home, this time to the head. Roaring in pain the berserker grabs at his head. Pulling its hand back it looks upon a bloody ear. It’s ear. Tossing the useless flesh, the berserker scoops up a handful of dirt and tossing it into the eyes of Ner’ja. The cheering crowd begins to roar. Blinded by the cheap trick of the berserker, Ner’ja turns away. The berserker leaps into the air onto Ner’ja back crushing him to the ground. With his arms pined to his side Ner’ja strikes out with his legs. His blows prove unsuccessful for a moment. But with luck on his side, Ner’ja hits his target; the tinder groin area of the male antonym. So weakened the berserker rolls off Ner’ja freeing the troll. With his arms free, Ner’ja drives his sword into the neck of the berserker. Ner’ja removes his sword and stands. Rolling the dead berserker onto his back, Ner’ja strikes again, this time at the heart. Cutting down into the chest, he crams his hand into the dead berserker. Grabbing out his target, Ner’ja rips the heart out of the chest of his fallen adversary. Holding it high above him, Ner’ja pumps his arm up and down, turning in a small circle. Completing his circle, Ner’ja roars. Then he stuffs the heart into his mouth. Blood sprays out of his mouth as he chews covering his chest. Swallowing the meaty material, Ner’ja again roars in victory. ((I know that this is already posted but I'm reposting all the arena fights into one area. And I'll be adding new ones too.))