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My favorite memory of WoW was seeing the Swift Zulian Tiger symbol pop up on Thekal's loot table. I had been ginding it with my father for several months and was just about to give up when we got it, the next week another dropped so we both got one just before Cataclysm came out.
I think my honest to god favorite moment was RIGHT when I started out. I had my level 20 cat druid as a trial but I was SO darn curious about the world I explored everywhere I could. With no one to tell me about the zeppelins I took the Ratchet boat to Booty Bay and swam THE ENTIRE Eastern Kingdoms just to get to the Undercity. I found so many undocumented maps, (like the 2nd Purgation Isle) that now I'll fly over there and just chill out. It was the most fun I had swimming for 8 hours ever! Also it goes without saying but yeah... as a noob I didn't have Aquatic Form... that would've made things just too easy.
My first toon was a Tauren druid. I was a relatively latecomer to WoW, and my friends would constantly relate stories of events, raids and encounters in this wonderful world, so I decided to give it a try. My friends were all Horde, so after careful consideration, I picked a tauren - because I liked the backstory and race philosophy - and picked druid because a class that can do (seemingly) everything seemed to be a good introduction for someone who didn't really know what they wanted to do in the game. I played through the introductory area and then progressed to Bloodhoof Village, then through Mulgore and finally to Thunderbluff - every step opening up a new facet of the game.Then the time came to leave the Tauren homelands. I was excited - because finally I would start to see something of this big bright world that all of my friends talked about, but nervous as well - uncertain at what I would find. "Go to Taurajo" my questgiver told me - in much the same way as I imagine Dorothy was told to "go to Oz". Taurajo was beyond the plains of Mulgore, and in "contested territory". Nonetheless, to Taurajo I went.I remember heading along the road that led out of Mulgore, over the rise, and into a tiny settlements in the midst of an amazing savannah, populated with all manner of creatures and foes. It was a wonderful vista as far as the eye could see, and the people of Taurajo (who were an amazingly patient people given my lack of prowess) were the beneficiaries of this idyllic location.I moved on, of course, I ranged the world of Azeroth, went to the Outlands, fought Kil'jaeden and the Lich King, and saw all of the promises and stories of my friends realised (and more). But I would always return to Taurajo when I needed to chill out, or take some me time in the game. I could imagine my toon returning to that little town upon retirement, to live his life out in that friendly, peaceful little town.That won't happen now, of course, thanks to the butchers of the Alliance. I remember being devastated when the fate of Taurajo began to be revealed in the leadup to Cataclysm, and I still miss it. Alliance looters beware when I am in the vicinity. I will show you no mercy.I will never forget Taurajo though - the first adventurous steps into the village, and the excitement that those steps wrought, and it remains one of my treasured experiences in WoW.
My favorite moment in World of Warcraft, was back in vanilla when my very first character, my rogue, hit level 40. I was super excited to have gotten just enough gold for my mount! I probably spent about a total of 3 weeks after that just running around on my mount and pvping, instead of leveling, lol. It's my favorite because it was just a really exciting moment, back being a noob.
The opening of Ahn'QirajThousands of people waited in anticipation. Who would be first... who would complete the quest series in time... who would get the mount? The day finally came for Argent Dawn. News spread like wildfire across the Barrens. I joined a group of friends. We met in Ironforge and flew to Menthil Harbor. A small group of people were already gathered at the dock. People said hello to each other and we joked about where we were headed. Everyone was going to the same place.We traveled by boat to Theramore Isle and pushed our way through a crowd to reach the gryphon master. From Theramore we flew through Gadgetzan and then across the Un'Gor crater to Cenarion Hold in Silithus. There we met our guild leader and her entourage. Silithus was hot and Cenarion Hold was crowded with people flying and riding in from across Azeroth. We headed out to the gates of Ahn'Qiraj. The roadway was a steady stream of people traveling to bear witness to the event. Our group left the road south of our intended goal and rode north to an ancient ruin just south of the gate. The world shuddered with the weight of so many people gathered in a single location. But we bore through the sights and the sounds, the stuttering frame rates and thanked the makers we had not disconnects. Finally the time came and the gates were unlocked. We cheered and talked about new raid plans.
My favorite moment was when I had first started playing on a trial account back in the level 60 days. I was casually leveling a night elf hunter in Westfall when someone asked if I'd like to run Deadmines. I seem to recall the run taking hours, but I've never learned more about the way World of Warcraft is played, or more about myself (I was going through a very rough patch at the time). That run in particular was my saving grace from me going insane.
My favorite moment was probably when i first got to 80lvl... Was just playing the game for 2 months or so... and i remember in WLK everyone was @ Dalaran, so i spent a lot of time jumping around and cheering, and the fireworks... it really meant something at that time :) and what the game became after reaching that level, was quite awsome as well..
My favorite moment in WoW... Well, I could tell you many stories about getting some rare loot, or killing some boss for the first time. But my fondest memory is not one of those. It's one of those little epic moments you can't plan or expect, and it happened at a very low level.It was in the first few hours of my WoW "career", and I was playing my very first main: a tauren druid. Accompanying me was my brother and his tauren hunter. We were somewhere in Mulgore, looking for Venture Co mobs to kill for a quest. We had gone through a pretty big cavern, and after dying a few times we found ourselves on a sort of natural balcony (I went back to find it before posting this, and I'm pretty sure it's at coordinates: 36:59 approximately) . My brother died but I managed to finish off the mobs and waited for him. And while I was waiting, I thought it would be a good idea to kill a couple more mobs (basically, I got greedy :P). So I pulled one mob. Of course, he brought a friend with him, but I thought "I can handle two mobs, no problem." But then a third one came along, and then a fourth one. By that time, I had killed the first one but was low on health ; I really thought I was going to die.Now I'll pause the story for a little moment, because there's something you need to know: my brother and I were playing from different places (different continents, actually), and I could hear most of the sounds coming from his speakers over Skype.So there I was, ready to fight to the last breath but certain the end was near. Suddenly, I heard the distinct clicking noise of a hunter's rifle, immediately followed by a detonation. A big magic bullet (sorry hunters, I have no idea what spell that was - I had only been playing the game for a few hours) flew by me and finished off one of my enemies. And another bullet. I turned around and saw my brother perched atop a little hill, throwing everything he had at those Venture Co scoundrels, and saving my life!It wasn't by any stretch a big accomplishment, but it was one of those shared moments of pure awesomeness that leave a mark on your memory, and really show what the game is all about: having adventures with yours friends.
Two years ago, my sister couldn't think of anything to get me for Christmas. After some serious pondering, she had a flash of inspiration and hit up the Armory to see what my main could use that was BoE. Christmas morning she presented me with a wrapped box containing two printouts, Moonshroud Robe and Moonshroud Gloves. She'd camped the Trade channel until she found someone who could make them, mailed them to me, and put a note on my monitor forbidding me to go online til after presents. I don't wear them much anymore, but they're still in my bank, and I put them on sometimes just to hang around town or fish or something. They just give me a warm fuzzy.
My favorate memory of world of warcraft was when i first played world of warcraft and i didnt know what to do back in normal wow and now i look back and i see what all the things i did wrong on my Warlock ..... now he is a lvl 85 warlock Name : Farticus and succsessfull
I think my favorite experience was when our guild killed Saurfang in ICC for the first time. Since ICC was the first raid as a guild that we really experienced from the begining and Saurfang brought the first really big challenge. It wasn't the best or cleanest kill in any way but the cheer joy that went out over vent as 10 people cried out in unison when his cold undead body fell to the ground will for me always symbolise the best parts of raiding which is where I find most joy in the game.
Honestly, it would be one of the ZG runs I did back in vanilla, even though I hated tanking, and its all I was alloed to do as a warrior... I miss those guys, but the guild broke u in BC, and I server xferred
My best memory is, when I was in Halls of Reflection to have attempt 30ish to have my, at that time, bis pre-raid boots, Battered Hilt dropped, and I actually won the roll. Never had such a jaleous group of people surrounding me as back then.