My first toon was a night elf druid.after about 3 days of running around in shadowglen figuring out how to play, i ventured along the quest chain to dolanaar (this was during vanilla) where i found about 20 other people between level 1 and 20 and every one started dancing and throwing out spells, eventually they told their friends and it became a huge rave inside the inn. that was back when wow had freedom.another funny story would be the 60 orc warrior who showed up in shadowglen on my first day.
For me, it was the moment I joined the game. My two closest friends had already played for a few hours ahead and going through the first run to 60 in vanilla was a wonderous experience that we enjoyed together; just the three of us. At times it was difficult but I look back and compare those days to these and for me, the game has lost some of it's sense of "wonder" with the thought process that goes into the end-game. Not that it's a bad thing, but I'll not forget the sense of awe I had as I experienced each area for the first time.
I remember when I first started playing on a trial account, thinking "nah, I don't think I'll ever get into this..." I had just come from UO and was used to that style of gameplay, so when I first fired up WoW, my first thought was, "wow! 3-D!" I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going, and randomly ran from Northshire (after getting killed by defias back when they were red) to Stormwind. I looked down as I crossed the Valley of Heroes and saw the moat below. I thought, "how funny would it be to jump off this bridge and land in the water! (not knowing about swimming or anything)" So I did, and swam around for a while, then went back up to the bridge only to do it all over again. I jumped off that bridge several times, got a good laugh, and had various players laugh at me (I even yelled something to the effect of "I'm gonna jump! Don't try to stop me!"). After that, I let the trial expire and didn't play again until after WotLK, but to this day, I still on occasion get a chuckle when I cross the Valley of Heroes.
The single greatest moment in the entirity of my World of Warcraft history had to be the moment when I put the legendary Sulfuras, Hand of Ragnaros together on my Druid. For the longest while in my WoW career, it had never truly been an ambition of mine to put together a legendary. I was a boomkin caster, and the only legendary staff had already been taken away. However, one day in Wrath of the Lich King, me and a friend went into old Molten Core to get the acheivement. Neither of us had actually completed the instance before, but had heard it was easy enough to do. So, after a trivial escapade into Raggy's old home, the huge version of the hammer sat majestically in the lava. We looted everything under Need before Greed. After passing on a few items so he could disenchant, orange text appeared next to a orb, merely reading "Eye of Sulfuras". I sat there one moment, sitting in awe of the luck that occured to me. After the brief silence came the rush of me practically begging my friend if I could have the eye. Laughing at me, he told me it was mine and passed. Holding the orb in my inventory, I thought to myself "Old World Legendary, here I come". I thought it was easy and trivial. In perspective, it is easy. However, the single greatest moment could never come just by easy things. Nope. This became a journey deep into the chasms of the RNG Monster...It had only taken a week before I had already stacked up all the dark iron bars, arcanite bars, lava and fiery cores, and essences of fire for the project. With such quick progress, I figured "This is realllllly easssssy". The next steps however would crush my soul. For week on week, me and my friends would help me go into Molten Core to take down Golemagg the Inicerator. And each week for at least a month, my little prayers would go unanswered. While the giant lay dead on the floor, no sulfuron ingot would fall from his corpse. The required number (8) slowly gained strength, laughing at me. Hope began to wane, and I became a little more desperate. I began asking guildies to go in for me in small groups and try to get an ingot. I didn't understand this at the time, but I apparently asked WAY to frequently. I became a nuisance to my fellow guildmates. However, one holy pally got so ticked off that he went in on his blood dk and killed Golemagg and sent me a Sulfuron Ingot. This first ingot sent the inspiritation up my spine to just leave it to my weekly efforts. Every week for the next month gave me yet another ingot. At my new total of 5, I attempted a different approach. Recently, my gold hadn't been so great. So I took the time that I would have been working on Sulfuras, and instead farmed like crazy. By the end of 2 weeks, I ended up with 8k gold. Conveniently, within the next week 3 Sulfuron ingots would go on the AH for 1k each. I bought all 3 of them, and left myself at the final farm for Sulfuras. This time, I entered Molten Core and faced the Molten Destroyers that stood there for my blood of the mountain. My boomkin went out and slaughtered all of the giants each time, waiting yet another hour before I could go in again. For 12 hours of time I went in and spent 20 minutes killing acreature until ultimately, I had all of the ingredients. I bought one more sulfuron ingot, traded it in for a recipe, and gave it to my holy pally friend to learn. We traversed deep into Blackrock Depths and forged the hammer. The unfinished hammer sat in my hands, ready to be mixed with the burning eye of sulfuras. However, to increase the dramatic effect I went into Molten Core and cleared up until Ragnaros with my guild. I finally went up, and tested my skills against the Firelord in a solo battle. I nearly died, left with only 500 health (and to be honest my pally friend healed me up once or twice). But now, the hammer of Ragnaros again sat, simmering in the pool of lava. I took the eye up, used its effect, and instantly created the legendary. This single moment, surrounded by my guild and my friends, the peak moment of all my farming and epic battle (that which defines World of Warcraft itself) was the best moment in my World of Warcraft career. I will never forget it !As a even cooler twist, that night I used it to beat Arthas after he reached 10%. It was really fun, my first kill of Lich King and use of Sulfuras xD
One of my favorite memories of WoW was kiting the fel reaver back to shattrath. It was fun and frustrating at the same time and I got alot of whispers along the way from people wondering what was going on lol
my favorite moment with wow is having a lot of alts, more or less knowing them all very well.... my conceited self decided to apply at blizzard, only to get turned down.
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Back in the first couple months of WoW my friends and I had a LAN party and started leveling brand new trolls. We had worked our way to the Barrens and were working on Plainstrider Menace, which at the time had a terrible drop rate on Plainstrider Beak. So we were killing striders and wound up in the northern section of the Barrens where the Ornery Plainstrider wander around. One of my friends starts yelling "RUN! RUN! Alliance!". They were probably around level 30, but were skulls to us noobs. We ran all the way to Crossroads with them close behind. We were thrilled when we made it without any of us dying.It was about 2 months later I realized that we were in Horde Territory and not flagged for PvP.
alright my favorite all time memory was stopping a full for the horde raid. It was only 4 of us trying to stop this. it was really funny casue the next day at work my friend told me he was pissed aobut these 4 guys stopping thier for the horde, and how said it was that his raid couldnt kill us. that has to be the all time favorite memory in wow.
My favorite memory is when I completed my Dal Rend set. The swords are laughable now, but at the time those were my most prized possession in game.
My favorite moment had to be when a few friends and I went into Old Hilsbrad to get the Haliscan Brimmed Hat. We had a friend craft us the full set afterwards and we ran around Orgrimmar acting like banditos and blasting the Mexican Hat Dance all over the vent channels.
My Favorite wowhead moment was when i hit on my first toon. I spent at least two hours looking at all the lvl 80 gear, picking which ones i wanted to work towards. When i thought i had finished the list, i decided to take out all the heroic raid gear and make the list more reachable. I then spent the next hour building the perfect tanking spec for my new 80 paladin, reading each forum for all the best tips and tricks to a tanking spec.
My favorite memory of WoW would be my first time to Zul Farrak with what were soon to be my guildmates for the next 5 years. The stairs event was epic.
My best moment from Wow is when I first started the game, creating a Dwarf Hunter and spending hours pressing every button on the keyboard to find out how to talk and use ammo for my gun
My favorite WoW memory would have to be... my boyfriend and I camping 5 horde outside Thrallmar. This was back in Wrath, and we were all 80s. I healed on my druid, he mauled them to death on his DK, and we kicked ass! ;DThe reason we were there in the first place was that we were chasing off 2 horde who had attacked Honor Hold, and when we chased them back to Thrallmar, they called in reinforcements. We still slaughtered them. >:)Good times!
My favourite wow memory is when i first bought a flying mount I was so happy i finally got enough money for it. All of my friends had many high level characters so they didn't have any problems with money but I needed alot of time to get the money since i didn't know how to earn money back then. I was so happy i finally got it and the view was epic. It's my favourite memory because I really tried hard to get the mount and when i finally got it, it was better than i thougt it would be.