After having gathered nearly 500Mb worth of screenshots - the majority of which I've now thrown out the virtual window, I figured that I might post some of the more interesting pretty ones here as well. I'll follow Treesh' example and link to the individual pictures. Most have been cropped to remove the interface and enhance overall prettiness, but they are still pretty big. So 56k, beware!
All images are recordings of the ventures of Nyxlath, Troll Warrior Extraordinaire on EU Beta 9. Did I say he was a poser before, he certainly does live up to it.
During his ventures in the Wailing Caverns, an instance found in the Barrens, he noticed something lurking in the dark. Of course, rather than exercise caution, Nyxlath had to attract it's attention by waving, which did not meet a friendly reaction. Fortunately, this cumbersome beast was no match for our fierce warrior.
After grabbing a rush hour boat from Ratchet (even the poor dockmaster had no idea what was going on, departing from this quiet little port village, the loaded boat arrived in Booty Bay. Accompanying the other travelers in an attempt to raid an unsuspecting Alliance village, the group attempted to travel through Stranglethorn Vale. The local populace of gorilla's, suspiciously marked as level ?? or level SKULL to most of the group, however, disagreed with this plan and caused both the end of the attempt as the life of Nyxlath, who found out that death can be pretty.
Having travelled around the Barrens, having discovered places of beauty, admired the wacky wildlife, and seen the sights (and killed off all human presence there), Nyxlath decided that it might be time to check out the other part of the world. Thus, grabbing a Zeppelin from the scenic Orgrimmar, he set out for the Undercity.
A short trip through the Tirisfal Glades took Nyxlath to the solemn entrance of the Lordaeron ruins. A moment of silence in Lordaeron Throneroom, a bit of reflection on the Seal of Lordaeron, and Nyxlath descended into the areas of the undead.
From there, he set out to various places across the northern areas, visiting legendary locations such as Hillsbrad, getting into brawls with the local farmers - who, for a bunch of common farmers are really buff, and finding out that dying turns you into Jesus.
(Warning: Following screenshots are not cropped and thus large.)
One fine evening, he met up with a group of three Undead mages and warlocks, who were looking to venture forth into Shadowfang Keep. Not being able to find any sort of priest or healer, the group decided to take it slowly, but make the attempt anyway. And lo and behold, despite the lack of healing, the group made it through the castle with not even a handful of deaths, despatching of Arugal's Big Black Wolf, which he did not take kindly.
However, we were not to be pushed back and after having slain his summoned creatures, we moved on to find the Wolfmaster. A tricky situation, but thanks to one of the mage's excellent pulling skills, we managed to draw out all the wolves in the room before the Wolfmaster himself, making the fight that much easier.
After his death, the doors opened to reveal Lazarus, erm, I mean Arugal himself in his abode. Dispatching of his Sons, Nyxlath decided to eye up Arugal in a battle of intimidation. Neither was very intimidated, although the lack of any healer combined with the dread tales of his Undead companions did strike some doubt into the hearts of our adventurers.
Having slain his Sons, the party took one final rest before the charge into Arugal himself. Our strategy was to deal out as much damage to him as soon as possible, and hope he died before we did.
It didn't work.
Having been taken care of by Arugal without the break of a sweat in under 30 seconds, we decided that more attempts would only be futile, and did not return into his Keep. One day, Nyxlath shall have to return and deal with Arugal properly.
All images are recordings of the ventures of Nyxlath, Troll Warrior Extraordinaire on EU Beta 9. Did I say he was a poser before, he certainly does live up to it.
During his ventures in the Wailing Caverns, an instance found in the Barrens, he noticed something lurking in the dark. Of course, rather than exercise caution, Nyxlath had to attract it's attention by waving, which did not meet a friendly reaction. Fortunately, this cumbersome beast was no match for our fierce warrior.
After grabbing a rush hour boat from Ratchet (even the poor dockmaster had no idea what was going on, departing from this quiet little port village, the loaded boat arrived in Booty Bay. Accompanying the other travelers in an attempt to raid an unsuspecting Alliance village, the group attempted to travel through Stranglethorn Vale. The local populace of gorilla's, suspiciously marked as level ?? or level SKULL to most of the group, however, disagreed with this plan and caused both the end of the attempt as the life of Nyxlath, who found out that death can be pretty.
Having travelled around the Barrens, having discovered places of beauty, admired the wacky wildlife, and seen the sights (and killed off all human presence there), Nyxlath decided that it might be time to check out the other part of the world. Thus, grabbing a Zeppelin from the scenic Orgrimmar, he set out for the Undercity.
A short trip through the Tirisfal Glades took Nyxlath to the solemn entrance of the Lordaeron ruins. A moment of silence in Lordaeron Throneroom, a bit of reflection on the Seal of Lordaeron, and Nyxlath descended into the areas of the undead.
From there, he set out to various places across the northern areas, visiting legendary locations such as Hillsbrad, getting into brawls with the local farmers - who, for a bunch of common farmers are really buff, and finding out that dying turns you into Jesus.
(Warning: Following screenshots are not cropped and thus large.)
One fine evening, he met up with a group of three Undead mages and warlocks, who were looking to venture forth into Shadowfang Keep. Not being able to find any sort of priest or healer, the group decided to take it slowly, but make the attempt anyway. And lo and behold, despite the lack of healing, the group made it through the castle with not even a handful of deaths, despatching of Arugal's Big Black Wolf, which he did not take kindly.
However, we were not to be pushed back and after having slain his summoned creatures, we moved on to find the Wolfmaster. A tricky situation, but thanks to one of the mage's excellent pulling skills, we managed to draw out all the wolves in the room before the Wolfmaster himself, making the fight that much easier.
After his death, the doors opened to reveal Lazarus, erm, I mean Arugal himself in his abode. Dispatching of his Sons, Nyxlath decided to eye up Arugal in a battle of intimidation. Neither was very intimidated, although the lack of any healer combined with the dread tales of his Undead companions did strike some doubt into the hearts of our adventurers.
Having slain his Sons, the party took one final rest before the charge into Arugal himself. Our strategy was to deal out as much damage to him as soon as possible, and hope he died before we did.
It didn't work.
Having been taken care of by Arugal without the break of a sweat in under 30 seconds, we decided that more attempts would only be futile, and did not return into his Keep. One day, Nyxlath shall have to return and deal with Arugal properly.
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