the-draenor-historical-records

The Zones of the Realm of Draenor

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 15:41:31 +0100

Stock Zones:
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Gods
Limbo
Sewer
Darkhaven Academy
Smurf Village
New Darkhaven City
Haon Dor
Miden'nir
Redferne's Residence
Holy Grove
Dwarven Village
Dwarven Daycare
Graveyard
Chapel Catacombs
The Astral Plane
Pixie Forest
Dragon Exports
Shattered Refuge
Tullfuhrzky Manor
Unholy Grounds

Non-Stock Zones:
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New Darkhaven Sewers
The Ant Nest
The Wasp Nest
The Drow City
The Troll Caves
The Dark Dwarf Mines
The Carpacian Sands
The New Darkhaven Arena
The Drow City Arena
The Caves of the Dragon Lords
Draenor City
The Tower of Urok
The Forbidden Ice Fields
The New Darkhaven Playground
The Clan and Guild Lairs
Shop Items
The Black Orc Keep
The Lost Ocean
The Lush Forest
Home of the Goblins
The Fortress of the Goblin Lords
Black Beard's Pirate Ship
The Kabalesh Fields of Corn
The Hornets of the Isden Forest
The Home of the Giants
The Swamps of Fear
The Putrid Pits of Mud
The Home of the Troll Lords
The Foul Plane of Hades
The Trails of the Realm
The Forgotten Marsh
The Builders School

A brief synopsis of the current events in the realm

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 08:17:27 +0100

The Realm of Draenor was found by chance and chance alone by
Lazerous. He was fleeing the colapse of another realm through
a flaming portal, when by chance alone he was the first through to
this realm. Being the first creature to this realm Lazerous was
instantly elevated into The Supreme God of this realm. Soon after
some of Lazerous's minions came following through the portal
from the other realm before it closed forever.

Lazerous was so overwhelmed with power he forgot about the
followers and began to explore his new powers and alter all he saw
that displeased his eyes. The realm was shattered and torn apart as
this power drunk god shaped it to his disires.

After a time Lazerous returned from his reshaping of the realms and
wandered the realms to see what had happened to those he had forgotten
about for so long.

Centuries had passed for these mortals of the new realm.

The dwarves had settled into the base of the high mountains of the
north of the main human settlement of New Darkhaven. There they
prospered and grew great in numbers and wealth.

The drow had settled of to the south east of the humans, within the
Forest of Isden. This dark forest provided ample resources and cover
for the drow. As the years went on, their numbers decreased and their
endless war with the demons of Hades wore on, they had no choice
but to seek help from the ones they sought to avoid for so long.

The drow sent messengers to both the humans and the dwarves,
but it was the humans who in the end came to the aid of the drow
and helped to force the war to a bloody unstable truce.

The dwarves had their own troubles to deal with in the north.
The Elder Dragon Lords caverns had been discovered by the dwarven
miners by accident and they had disturbed their ancient sleep.
Their own constant assaults by the dragon lords and their
minions left the dwarves unable to assist the drow.

With the help of the humans clerics, paladins, the powerful drow
vampire and necromancers, the demonic hordes and their lord were
finally halted in their advance within the realms and eventually
vanquished once and for all.

Lazerous himself appeared before Balor, the Lord of Hades
as he lay on the battle field bleeding out from many death blows.
There he forced Balor into confinement within his realm and
his minions for ever more. No longer could they come and
go as they pleased within the realms. Only after Balor swore
in blood an oath to Lazerous, did he heal and send back
the demonic lord to his realm of flame and terror.

Now 15 years later, the dragon's have claimed a large group
of caverns in the far north. They have ceased their attacks and
assaults on the dwarves and for a time there is peace within
the realms, how long can this last?

In the begining before there was Draenor.... [Part: 1]

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 08:15:38 +0100

The darkness within Sojourn knew only ambition and death. It was a gnawing hunger that only grew and festered. Fed for countless millenia as his brother, Grendish the Lord of the Druegar; reeped all the power and glory of his plan's and his scheme's. Bitterness was embedded deep within his evil essence; but as like all immortals time has little meaning and so Sojourn silently bid his time.

Grendish was the physically stronger of the two immortal brothers and had thus through their father's favor been granted domain and power over all druegar within Traenor. His twin brother, Sojourn was not as strong as his brother, but he had the control over dark and evil magics that his brother could never understand or use. Grendish was a master warrior and was unrivaled in his ability to craft armor and weapons. This was a craft learned from his father, Hoctun the Lord of all Dwarves within Traenor. Grendish was also fiendlishly attracted to gems and jewels of incredible size or value. Known to run off on adventures in search of rare and forgotten gems, Grendish wasn't the most reliable of deities on Traenor. Sojourn on the other hand, was able to learn how to craft many unique and powerful magical items using his natural ability with magic and could be found around the citadel of Anguish somewhere most times without problems testing some new device out on some mindless undead minion or other bound magical slave.

Tasked with the magical side of the defenses for the citadel of Anguish; the heart of Grendish's plane and domain, his was not an unimportant role or position. Sojourn yearned for more, "Why should ALL druegar worship my brother?", he thought silently to himself on more and more a frequent occation. He envisioned a time where druegar called and cried out his name in prayer and honor. Traenor was still young for a planet and even the immortals themselves were few in number. Those few that were elevated to Godhood, often carried more then a single mantel. Grendish like his father carried several such mantel's and was constantly away on some task or off in search of some rare gem or jewel of power. Sojourn thus had ample time to plot and scheme for his future goals without the fear of his brother or his brother's spies being any the wiser. On many an occation, it was even Sojourn himself who had started the rumor of some rare and valuable item; just so he could have some time to work undisturbed and unwatched. Sojourn felt jilted and wronged, he was not allowed to garner any followers from any other god, his was a role of support rather then dominance. He knew better then to take another god's followers, he had seen the results first hand. The Council of the Gods, was fair but was brutal in their distachment from emotional attachments. To risk their wrath was not something ANY god or immortal would dare again for quite some time. Sojourn had neither the power of a God yet nor the resources. Most of a God's true power came from their followers and the power invested in them by the Council of the Gods. Sojourn although son to a god and powerful in the mystical arts, was by no means equal to nor on par power wise with any God; yet...

He paced back and forth in his study as thoughts raced through his mind. "There has to be a way around these damn rules.", he mused quietly to himself. "I am sufforcating here, I am wasting my true calling here with these fools. Damn the council and their nonbending ways. Always throwing the exact wording of every law in my face...", then for a brief moment Sojourn stopped his pacing and slumped back into the lush chair by his cluttered crystaline desk with a strange look of sudden understanding on his face....