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Post by
SamuraiJakkass86
I'll start this off by saying that my post is entirely based on how I feel about warriors. I myself have never actually raised a high level warrior (I have a good reason for it...) and would like to share how I feel about it.
To me, when I think of Warriors, I think of notable characters such as Grom (mostly), Garrosh, and Lothar. I get shivers down my spine whenever I hear an appropriately stated LOK'TAR O'GAR! It's the idea of a blood curdling battle shout before charging headlong, shoulder first and large weapon first into combat that makes warriors my favorite class - even though I've never had a good one.
I'm bringing this up because of the new fanart wallpaper posted on mmo-champ, which shows an orc warrior cleaving through a pack of demons - the power, the conviction, the complete badassery and confidence that only a warrior can have in a situation like that.
The reason I do not have a warrior, well.. there are quite a few. First being that in the 3 years I've been playing, they never really looked all that interesting. I never really researched them, and it might have been a good thing that I didn't. It wasn't until a few months ago that I started reading about you, which regrettably has me mentally edging in wait for cata to come out. At that point I decided that I will either roll a male orc warrior, or a male worgen warrior. My favorite warriors have always been orc's, but I've never been impressed with their in game models as much as I have their concept arts, and the cinematic videos for vanilla/BC. Perhaps if we see a model update, this won't be such a hard decision. Worgen however, will have a sprint CD racial ability to use, furthering my need to smash face with high speed and a lot of force.
At this point I am holding off (and it is hard) until the xpac comes out before I make a warrior, I simply want to level through the new content as a grass roots (no heirlooms, by choice) warrior.
This post was specifically for expressing how I feel, so please don't flame.
Thank you.
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Post by
Rubendesmet619
I think this fits here:
"I am the Warrior.
When you see me, I will, most likely, not be attired formally. I will be encased in my steel. It will be dirty, bloody, and battered. I do not have a quick tongue or eloquent speech. I know nothing of the manners of the King's court, or the ettiquette of the formal ball.
I am known by many names. Tank. Meatshield. Fighter. Brawler. Corpse.
I am the Warrior.
I have not the capability, nor the inclination, to hide. I cannot strike from stealth with devastating blows, then fade into the darkness. I cannot incinerate a foe from twenty paces away. I cannot deal death from a distance, safe from the return attacks of my enemy. In order to kill, I must close with the enemy. I see his eyes. I smell his breath. I taste his fear. And he tastes mine.
I cannot bend Nature to do my bidding. I cannot tap into the Nether and force it to do what I command. I cannot study the arcane and master it to my control. I command nought but my mind, my body, and my will. It is by those, and those alone, that I stand or fall.
I have no friends on my journey. No walkers of the void, summoned from the Nether as servants and bodyguards. No loyal beasts of the plains or woods, to defend me and comfort me in my pain. My sole companion is my weapon. I must care for it better than any hunter has ever cared for his beast. I must master it more than any warlock has ever mastered his demon. Without me, it is useless. Without it, I am nothing.
I cannot heal. I cannot shield. I cannot call upon the gods and see my prayers answered. I call to the spirits of my ancestors in the heat of battle, and they are silent. My only ability to protect is to offer myself, my blood and bone and sinew, as a sacrifice. To draw the attacks of our foes. To take the blows that would kill a lesser being, and continue to fight on.
I cannot kill with the speed and grace of the rogue, the suddenness and shock of the hunter, or the flamboyance and power of the mage. When I kill, it is a slow business. Slow and bloody for all concerned, myself included. I fight on, pummeled and battered so that my companions may receive the glory of the kill and the wreaths of victory. If I die and they yet live, it is an expected sacrifice.
I come in all races, all sizes. I fight under a thousand flags, on a million battlefields. I am dismissed by the highborn, scorned by the noble, lectured by the priest, and forgotten by the peasant. Until the time when the trumpets of battle sound, and those who would destroy them come forth. And then the cry goes up..."Where, oh where, is the Warrior?"
Pray to your gods that I continue to answer that call.
Few do answer the call. Fewer still survive. It is a long and hard road, this way of the Warrior. Along it lie pain, and fear, and death. Scant rewards and scanter gratitude. At the end, for most, is an anonymous grave on some windblown battlefield. If they are lucky.
And yet, I fight on. I do not even know why. Perhaps for glory, perhaps for fame, perhaps for money, perhaps for my country, perhaps for my family. Perhaps it is simply all I know how to do. But fight I will. Whether you appreciate it or not. Whether you even notice it or not. I will be out there, on the battle lines. Fighting. Killing. Dying.
I am the Warrior.
Death is my business.
Be it yours...or mine.
As the copper that is traded throughout azeroth, so is our blood on the battlefield, with only the promise of enduring overtime in endless battles, I shall seek a quick end to my demise, though fortitude and will guide me, it is the rage of battle wich fuels me.
Knowing I move in by morning and leave at night, I am humbled each day, by each sunrise and sunset.
It is only fear that I fear, with the blood of my ancestors I press on in there footsteps. I seek the worst azeroth has to offer, knowing my weapon only will be remembered for who's blood it bears, it offers a legacy to those to follow in our path.
If we should meet on an open battlefield, I should be slain with haste, for it is the blood of battle that makes me stronger, and the cries of fallen warriors that enrages me, should a swift death be granted, you have spared your life and made those to come after me stronger.
As the fires spread and the battles rage across azeroth, you will find me, not dead, but alive and full of fury, like a whirlwind I will reap the battlefields and stain them red, for it is all I know, and I should think that someday there will be no more wars, because someday the chaos should be subdued by those brave enough to sense the urgency, and yeild to the call.
My armor is not shiny or polished and my weapons are not cleaned, I should kneel before kings and nobles, for it is not my matter to mingle in the polotics of such affairs or speak with great words. My honor, my courage serve me well and are cast before my companions to protect those who can entertain such granduer.
I am rarely fortunate enough to escape my foes, and it is this that has made me master my weapons and raise them in defiance.
If I should see death and know it is mine, I shall intercept it, I will demoralize it in defiance before I go, I will shred its tendons and slow its progress as it seeks out my faction, and if time permits I should disarm death so that it may overtake itself.
Should our weapons cross, and our wills collide, may the better warrior win. /salute "
Post by
masti
its been rewritten since I saw that last.
Post by
Rubendesmet619
its been rewritten since I saw that last.
Meh, there are severial of those. Took the one that was posted on the american forums back in october 2006.
Post by
mikeron
Roll orc for the dance moves.
Warriors are weird at first, because your only resource starts at 0. Putting in the time to enjoy this class is really worth it, though.
Post by
SamuraiJakkass86
I broke :| After reading the warrior's code I could no longer hold back - I am officially raising a warrior now.
It is already level 11, and becuz it's not the xpac, I'm going to wear the heirlooms. Funny thing though... when I had my first kill (I was at 90% because I traveled around the world for weapon skills, new bags, starter armor, etc) I dinged, and I insta-filled my rage bar in one hit with a crit (3.6 atk speed on reforged truesilver champ). I thought "huh.. must be a UI glitch.. /reloadui.. nope still there!.." So I did it again.. and again.. and again.. I always critted (17% chance of crit) and I always completely filled my rage bar. I went on a rampage and made it to lvl 4 in about 2 minutes xP and then it went away.
But damn was it cool.
Right now me and my wife (who is rolling female orc, I am a male orc, she's also making a warr) - are enjoying the lowby experience of jumping off the cliffs into the lightning lizard/burning blade cultist camps in Durotar, AoE'ing everything to hell with Thunderclap and following up with victory rush :O GOD DAMN IT FEELS GOOD.
*EDIT* Yeah thunderclap, not thunderstomp xP!
LOK'TAR MY BRETHREN!
Post by
masti
AoE'ing everything to hell with Thunderstomp and following up with victory rush
thunder clap =(
Post by
karlusdavius
best thing for me is getting blown off a cliff or some place high in pvp, seeing the guys who blew me off come to the edge of the cliff, only to see me chrage at other target, not die and pummel their fellow team mate into oblivion.
Post by
ocb05
I think this fits here:
"I am the Warrior.
When you see me, I will, most likely, not be attired formally. I will be encased in my steel. It will be dirty, bloody, and battered. I do not have a quick tongue or eloquent speech. I know nothing of the manners of the King's court, or the ettiquette of the formal ball.
I am known by many names. Tank. Meatshield. Fighter. Brawler. Corpse.
I am the Warrior.
I have not the capability, nor the inclination, to hide. I cannot strike from stealth with devastating blows, then fade into the darkness. I cannot incinerate a foe from twenty paces away. I cannot deal death from a distance, safe from the return attacks of my enemy. In order to kill, I must close with the enemy. I see his eyes. I smell his breath. I taste his fear. And he tastes mine.
I cannot bend Nature to do my bidding. I cannot tap into the Nether and force it to do what I command. I cannot study the arcane and master it to my control. I command nought but my mind, my body, and my will. It is by those, and those alone, that I stand or fall.
I have no friends on my journey. No walkers of the void, summoned from the Nether as servants and bodyguards. No loyal beasts of the plains or woods, to defend me and comfort me in my pain. My sole companion is my weapon. I must care for it better than any hunter has ever cared for his beast. I must master it more than any warlock has ever mastered his demon. Without me, it is useless. Without it, I am nothing.
I cannot heal. I cannot shield. I cannot call upon the gods and see my prayers answered. I call to the spirits of my ancestors in the heat of battle, and they are silent. My only ability to protect is to offer myself, my blood and bone and sinew, as a sacrifice. To draw the attacks of our foes. To take the blows that would kill a lesser being, and continue to fight on.
I cannot kill with the speed and grace of the rogue, the suddenness and shock of the hunter, or the flamboyance and power of the mage. When I kill, it is a slow business. Slow and bloody for all concerned, myself included. I fight on, pummeled and battered so that my companions may receive the glory of the kill and the wreaths of victory. If I die and they yet live, it is an expected sacrifice.
I come in all races, all sizes. I fight under a thousand flags, on a million battlefields. I am dismissed by the highborn, scorned by the noble, lectured by the priest, and forgotten by the peasant. Until the time when the trumpets of battle sound, and those who would destroy them come forth. And then the cry goes up..."Where, oh where, is the Warrior?"
Pray to your gods that I continue to answer that call.
Few do answer the call. Fewer still survive. It is a long and hard road, this way of the Warrior. Along it lie pain, and fear, and death. Scant rewards and scanter gratitude. At the end, for most, is an anonymous grave on some windblown battlefield. If they are lucky.
And yet, I fight on. I do not even know why. Perhaps for glory, perhaps for fame, perhaps for money, perhaps for my country, perhaps for my family. Perhaps it is simply all I know how to do. But fight I will. Whether you appreciate it or not. Whether you even notice it or not. I will be out there, on the battle lines. Fighting. Killing. Dying.
I am the Warrior.
Death is my business.
Be it yours...or mine.
As the copper that is traded throughout azeroth, so is our blood on the battlefield, with only the promise of enduring overtime in endless battles, I shall seek a quick end to my demise, though fortitude and will guide me, it is the rage of battle wich fuels me.
Knowing I move in by morning and leave at night, I am humbled each day, by each sunrise and sunset.
It is only fear that I fear, with the blood of my ancestors I press on in there footsteps. I seek the worst azeroth has to offer, knowing my weapon only will be remembered for who's blood it bears, it offers a legacy to those to follow in our path.
If we should meet on an open battlefield, I should be slain with haste, for it is the blood of battle that makes me stronger, and the cries of fallen warriors that enrages me, should a swift death be granted, you have spared your life and made those to come after me stronger.
As the fires spread and the battles rage across azeroth, you will find me, not dead, but alive and full of fury, like a whirlwind I will reap the battlefields and stain them red, for it is all I know, and I should think that someday there will be no more wars, because someday the chaos should be subdued by those brave enough to sense the urgency, and yeild to the call.
My armor is not shiny or polished and my weapons are not cleaned, I should kneel before kings and nobles, for it is not my matter to mingle in the polotics of such affairs or speak with great words. My honor, my courage serve me well and are cast before my companions to protect those who can entertain such granduer.
I am rarely fortunate enough to escape my foes, and it is this that has made me master my weapons and raise them in defiance.
If I should see death and know it is mine, I shall intercept it, I will demoralize it in defiance before I go, I will shred its tendons and slow its progress as it seeks out my faction, and if time permits I should disarm death so that it may overtake itself.
Should our weapons cross, and our wills collide, may the better warrior win. /salute "
Oh crap, I never knew Warriors can be so noble despite i play warrior for many years.
In my part, i just feel the blood of a warrior within my veins.
Post by
Atik
My Warrior main is just waiting for my DK to ding 80 and send some heirlooms his way.
I'm loving that Warrior's code.
Post by
gunpiranha
After reading that Warriors code 2 days ago i rolled a warrior for the 1st time, always been a caster of some type in the 3+ yrs ive played, I must say it brings a whole new leveling of playing to this game when your trying out melee for the 1st time. He is now proudly sitting at 24 and moving his way up quickly and at the rate im liking him more and more, hes going to replace my lock as a main before long. All i can say is damn hes fun to play, took a little bit geting used to esp the rage but im working my way along and having guildies who play warriors around to ask any stupid questions i have helps to lol
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