Mists of Pandaria : Screen + déluge d'infos

Kédirah a écrit:Et les premiers loot quête, c'est équivalent a du stuff 378.

Magdaleni a écrit:Le loot de masse va me permettre de farmer hyjal pour la seconde pugi sans pleurer de rage en clicquant d'une main et en essuyant ma morve de l'autre. C'est un grand pas pour les Chamelio farmeur.

The Battle of Theramore

The first two Scenarios (one for Horde and one for Alliance) are coming with 5.0.4, but they won’t be enabled until a few weeks before the Mists of Pandaria expansion release. Keep an eye on the front page of this blog for more info.

Harken Dreadhowl a écrit:Le scénario sera accessible pendant les events pré-mop en version 85, et à l'issue de son accomplissement les joueurs se verront récompenser d'un tabard de Theramore (Alliance) ou d'une mini bombe à mana (Horde). Le tabard permettra de planter une bannière de Theramore, en revanche j'ignore ce que fait la bombe exactement. Une fois les events terminés, le scénario redeviendra un truc pour level 90.
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Then her knees buckled and she found herself sprawling before a huge statue. It depicted a proud man, with long hair flowing beneath a sweeping hat. His mustache was neatly trimmed, and his carved gaze was fastened on something in the distance. One hand, now missing two stone fingers, was on the hilt of his sword. The other grasped his belt. A crack ran through the statue, starting at the booted right foot and zigzagging upward to end in the center of his chest. Jaina reached out with a trembling hand and touched the stone boot.

"Was it only five years ago that I chose my path?" She whispered. "I chose to ally with strangers, with the enemy, with orcs, instead of you, Papa. Instead of my own blood. I called you intolerant. Said that peace was the way. You said you would always hate them, that you would never stop fighting. And I told you they were people. They deserved a chance. And now you are dead. My city is dead."

Tears slipped down her face. In a detached part of her brain, she observed that they were light purple and glowing - liquid arcane energy. As they splashed onto the stone base upon which the statue stood, the tears evaporated in violet mist.

"Papa ... forgive me. Forgive me for letting the Horde grow so strong. Forgive me for giving them the chance to slaughter so many of our people." She lifed her eyes up again, seeing the implacable statue through a haze of purple-white. "You were right, Papa. You were right! I should have listened! Now, now that it's too late, I see that. It took ... this .. for me to understand."

She dragged a sleeve across her streaming eyes. "But it's not too late for me to avenge you. To avenge K-Kinndy, and Pained, and Tervosh, and Rhonin, Aubrey and all the generals - to avenge everyone who fell last night in Theramore. They'll pay. The Horde will play. I'll destroy Garrosh; you'll see. With my own hands, if I can. I'll destroy him, and every one of those cursed green-skinned butchers. I promise you, Papa. I wont' betray you again. I won't let them kill any more of our people, ever. I promise, I promise ... "

Spoiler:

Harken Dreadhowl a écrit:Un passage où Jaina tombe sur une statue de l'Amiral, juste après le massacre :

"Was it only five years ago that I chose my path?" She whispered. "I chose to ally with strangers, with the enemy, with orcs, instead of you, Papa. Instead of my own blood. I called you intolerant. Said that peace was the way. You said you would always hate them, that you would never stop fighting. And I told you they were people. They deserved a chance. And now you are dead. My city is dead."

Tears slipped down her face. In a detached part of her brain, she observed that they were light purple and glowing - liquid arcane energy. As they splashed onto the stone base upon which the statue stood, the tears evaporated in violet mist.

"Papa ... forgive me. Forgive me for letting the Horde grow so strong. Forgive me for giving them the chance to slaughter so many of our people." She lifed her eyes up again, seeing the implacable statue through a haze of purple-white. "You were right, Papa. You were right! I should have listened! Now, now that it's too late, I see that. It took ... this .. for me to understand."

She dragged a sleeve across her streaming eyes. "But it's not too late for me to avenge you. To avenge K-Kinndy, and Pained, and Tervosh, and Rhonin, Aubrey and all the generals - to avenge everyone who fell last night in Theramore. They'll pay. The Horde will play. I'll destroy Garrosh; you'll see. With my own hands, if I can. I'll destroy him, and every one of those cursed green-skinned butchers. I promise you, Papa. I wont' betray you again. I won't let them kill any more of our people, ever. I promise, I promise ... "