#Ironforge

[czepeku]

Dwarven City D&D Illustration

Welcome to the Dwarven City Centre!

#DnD #DnDArt #DnDMap #Dwarf #Ironforge

[lorsted]

A dwarfish rifleman taking down some ghouls. I tried to make the rifle not outrageously impractical, but I'm not a gun person.

#warcraft #alliance #lordaeron #dwarf #ironforge #world of warcraft #rifleman

[oldeazeroth]

The Military Ward, Ironforge (61,82)

#World of Warcraft #WoW #Azeroth #Eastern Kingdoms #Ironforge #dwarves

[1-800-dracula]

#ironforge #postcards from azeroth

[warcraft-positivity]

Day #162 of things I love about WoW:

The map murals in Ironforge and Boralus. I actually had no idea the one in Ironforge existed until very recently, but the Kul Tiras mural always stood out to me because of how cool and unique it looked.

#it's a small detail but I'm fond of it #world of warcraft #WoW #warcraft #worldofwarcraft #ironforge #boralus #kul tiras #discovering anything in this game after playing it for so long feels so nice

[wowscenery]

#world of warcraft #wow scenery #ironforge #dun morogh

[is1of1]

Got myself on top of the highest point of Ironforge Mountain just becaaause.

#world of warcraft #warmane #priest #wall walking #ironforge

[windowsill-nirnroot]

A couple gifs from Azeroth

(Ironforge - Northrend - Dun Morogh - Stormwind)

#world of warcraft #wow #world of warcraft gif #ironforge #northrend #dun morogh #stormwind #scenery #world of warcraft landscapes

[mousterian-writes]

Last year at this time I had a great idea for Staff Envy! Here is the original version of the drool scene, for anyone who is interested in that sort of thing.

The set up for the scene for people who haven't read it- Kel'Thuzad (in disguise as himself before he died, naturally) is at a library in Ironforge researching the location of the base of Atiesh. His ex Modera knows he is looking for this & hid all the relevant materials in her office. KT also recently broke one of his tusks & its very... oozy.

I ended up changing the perspective to Modera's for structural reasons. Plus I thiiink it was more horrific & funnier having it happen to her and then immediatly cut to KT's perspective.

Let me know what you think!

Kel'Thuzad didn't know what was in that office across the hall. It was big, smelled terrible and was currently deconstructing the arcane barrier he threw over the door.

One minute he was hiding in there, waiting for Modera to go back downstairs. Next there was a burst of strange magic, the wood around him began to rot away- and it had nothing to do with him. Couple that with a loud snarl and Kel’Thuzad didn’t wait to find out what it was.

Just because he was a lich it didn't mean he was going to stand there and get mauled.

Kel’Thuzad was so concerned with getting away that he didn’t see Modera burst out of her office and promptly bowled her over.

It took a second to register that he had fallen on top of her.

Kel’Thuzad could feel the mists in his chest tighten even as the fog in his skull fanned out making him blush through his glamor. He hadn't seen her in person for over a decade.

Even though he just tackled her to the floor, not one of her champagne hairs were out of place. Modera was still beautiful. She had a youthful face that defied her age. Her bright plum eyes caught the light in a way that made them sparkle. Right now that sparkle was angry.

He had to say something- Modera’s shock was quickly souring. But what?

Should he apologize? For… running into her?

Say something witty to cut the silence?

How about just a hello.

He opened his mouth. Unfortunately, to both their surprise, before he could say anything Kel’Thuzad drooled all the resin that had been draining into his mouth for the last ten minutes…onto Modera’s chest.

For a moment neither said anything. They both just stared in horror.

The detergent sting of lemon filled the room.

Modera was the first to act. With a disgusted snarl she shoved Kel’Thuzad off of her and sprang to her feet. “What the hell was that!”

Kel’Thuzad wiped the spittle off his chin as Modera sniffed her hand. “Er, that’s not poisonous,” he said. Or was it? “...I think.”

“I smell like floor cleaner!”

Modera stalked forward, her eyes sparkled with the promise of violence. Kel’Thuzad scrambled away, desperate to diffuse the situation. There were still those things to consider. That bronzy signature was growing stronger by the second. “Now, I can explain- incidentally how familiar are you with lich physiology?”

#my writing #staff envy #my mom said she felt bad for kt after this happened #fanfiction #kel'thuzad #modera #ironforge #warcraft

[sekhisadventures]

(Artist's Rendition of Dareley by xHyperwolfx )

Dareley Steelhammer, Paladin of the Silver Hand

Important Stories:

Steel in my Hammer: Dareley helps guide a group of survivors to Ironforge following the fall of Lordaeron City in the Third War.

The Forge and the Forest: Dareley and Shalandrae meet during the War in Northrend.

To Ashes, to Dust: Dareley tries to figure out how to help Shalandrae following the destruction of Teldrassil during the War of Thorns.

Race: Ironforge Dwarf

Class: Paladin, Holy

Age: 162

Eye color: Blue

Birthplace: Kharanos, Dun Morogh

Residence: Stormwind City, Old Town District

Abilities:

Paladin of the Silver Hand: Dareley is a paladin, a holy knight of the Silver Hand. He is very devout in his beliefs and is able to channel the Light in both an offensive and defensive manner to great effect in combat. He is also skilled at wielding martial weapons, mostly favoring a sword and shield. His weapons of choice are a Kyrian forged spellblade (a souvenir of his time in Bastion) and a well worn shield embossed with the symbol of the Silver Hand (a relic of the Second Great War.)

Military Veteran: Out of all their allies, Dareley has the most experience in military matters (save for perhaps Savage United's newest member, Laurelgosa the Dracthyr.) He is a talented tactician and is able to identify troop movements or tactics much quicker than his allies are. If given time to plan before an attack, he can assist greatly with ensuring his allies have an advantage. For a list of his (ahem) trophies of war, click here.

Blacksmith: As Dareley once said "Ye think me name is just a fun little play on words? Th’ Steelhammers have been blacksmiths in Ironforge fer generations!" Dareley is a capable metalworker, skilled in armor crafting most of all but adept at weapon smithing and repair thereof. Before the order was disbanded following the fall of Lordaeron and the death of most of it's members in the Third War he was often called upon by his fellow knights to do armor repairs for them. These days he hammers for his allies in Avalon and Savage United instead.

History

Dareley is an older dwarf these days, already well into adulthood when the Dark Portal opened and the Orcish Horde first invaded Azeroth. He was part of the Ironforge Milita when Dun Morogh was occupied by the forces of Orgrim Doomhammer and, when they were routed by the Alliance, including the recently founded Order of the Silver Hand he found he felt moved to join them. The noble knights who drove back the orcs and healed the dwarves who had been injured by them were an inspiration to him… thus he became one of the first dwarves to become a Paladin.

He traveled with them to the Burning Steppes and was even there the day that Doomhammer was defeated and dragged away in chains to face his fate, and after several years of military service he was stationed in Lordaeron City to help defend their people from a burgeoning death cult, the Cult of the Damned.

Here is where Dareley's fate turns grim however. He was there when Arthas came back from Northrend, he even got a glimpse of Frostmourne when he used it to kill his father King Tirinas… the paladin was all set to charge forth to bring righteous vengeance upon the murderous traitor prince until he heard screams erupt from the city around him, and remembered who else was in the city with him.

Dareley fled the castle and raced through the city to return to the Inn they were staying at, only to find that his worst fears had been realized. Grief and despair almost took the Paladin then, but after dealing with the undead horrors in the inn he saw the survivors huddled in the corner… and remembered his oaths and his duty. The dead were dead, worry about the living.

He rallied as many survivors as he could and forming a militia they fought their way out of the city as the Scourge overran it, fleeing into the Lordaeron countryside and, eventually, to Dun Morogh and the safety of Ironforge Mountain.

Dareley spent the next several years doing his duties as one of the surviving Knights of the Silver Hand as best he could, but he felt as if his heart had been broken that day. It was only a miracle that his faith hadn't shattered with it. When the call to head to Northrend following the return of the Lich King came some years later he was among those who joined with Tyrion Fordring's Argent Crusade.

He almost died to a Scourge ambush in Zul'drak, the undead aided by a traitor within the Crusade's own ranks, but for the intervention of the druidess Shalandrae Deeproots. She had been flying overhead and saw him pursued by the undead, landing and aiding him long enough for the Crusaders stationed at the Argent Strand to recognize the signs of fighting in the wilds nearby and send a squad to investigate.

After this the pair met up in Dalaran and, over drinks, decided to form their own group of adventurers to watch each other's backs. Thus the group Avalon was born.

#warcraft #warcraft fanfiction #warcraft roleplay #dwarf #paladin #ironforge #ironforge dwarf #adventures in azeroth #warcraft oc

[maxiecabphotography]

Gates of Ironforge, Dun Morogh

#world of warcraft #warcraft #vanilla wow #classic wow #ironforge #dun morogh #dwarf #alliance #landscape #screenshot #turtle wow

[fyeahdwarves]

Ironforge Concept Art

#ironforge #dwarves #concept art #wow

[electricelunite]

The Real Question

She woke in the darkest hours of the night, coming back to reality with a soft inhalation of breath. The scents of the forests fell away as the scents of stone, of the mountain and oil touched her senses, hidden under a blend of dark spice and sulfur crept in. Surrounded by warmth, she shifted, feeling the brush of silken limb against hard muscle as sleep began to fall creep away. Her fingers twitched against a very warm chest as awareness settled into her limbs. Her thoughts provided a softly spoken answer, Natarius… Dalah’surfal. 

Her lashes fluttered against the warmth of his back upon which her face pressed, seeking sleep, but it was an ever elusive and fickle creature. Her thoughts wanted to talk and would not let her return to rest until they had been heard. The familiar setting of Astranaar filled her mind’s eye – the paths of which she had been walking before returning to reality. The greens, sharp but fading to a muted colour as winter rolled through the forests. Shattered ruins that lay just beyond the town itself, broken pieces of their history abandoned back to nature. The -scent-. Elune the scent of Kalimdor. Wild and yet so very foreign, the trees bending and waving in the gentlest of autumn breezes. They still bore the scars of war, slashes carved deeply into the bark of the great, ancient wood. Scars that shone brightly under the gentle brush of Elune’s light. Her heart tripped over itself as a sharp pang of grief made itself known, unfurling within her like a ribbon of sorrow. It had been so very long, her thoughts whispered plaintively. So very long since we had felt the Moonlight in the trees.

She heard Azsisha’s voice answering her anxieties quietly when she had faltered in Stormwind, silently questioning whether she was ready to take that step, small as it was. “So you make new memories.”, the druidess had simply said. How very wise that was, how very wise it had sounded. Make new memories to replace those that had left such deep scars on her soul. Little did she know that making new memories would include staring those she was letting go of in the face. They were becoming harder and harder to ignore, the more she let down the walls that she had built up to keep them in, keep them silent. Why can’t we be as strong as the others have been? Why do we have to be so… weak? her thoughts asked softly. The answer came back in the form of another question. Tit for tat it seemed. You have been so afraid of going back. So afraid of grieving and losing yourself to grief. How long are you going to keep running from that? If as long as it took to outrun it was an answer, it was the answer she had relied on for so very long that she was growing weary of trying to outrun something that waited for her to falter. Her eyes filled, threatening to spill over. Gently extracting her limbs from their tangle in his, she turned over silently, pulling her knees to her chest. How much longer can we keep running from it? While Astranaar had been a small step, one that had left a mark that evening, Darkshore was another altogether. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing until long after they had gone to bed, and it had just been Astranaar. Just a bar had affected her so very deeply. You were so weak, her thoughts whispered. Shaking like a leaf in the wind.

I need you, she had whispered to Natarius as they left Astranaar. Asking for help without saying the word ‘help’. Her mind had whispered in kind to him, begging silently, Please don’t let go of my hand. Returning to Lor’danel and reliving it all- Am I ready? she asked silently. Good question. When would she know if she was? What if.. She exhaled softly as the latter half of the thought voiced itself. What if the only way to get beyond it is to just confront it? A quiver ran through her at the thought. It was a terrifying thought, but at the same time, what if it was the only way?  

#kaldorei #mech rp #moonguard #moon guard #tech rp #world of warcraft #world of warcraft rp #wow oc #wow roleplay #night elf #kalimdor #ashenvale #darkshore #ironforge

[mrdrgr]

#BlackwingLair #Crushridge #Fremen #Ironforge #Warcraft #WoW

[the-fortyseventh]

20 Dec 22 - The NARAD Father Winterveil Patrol 

Still imagery of the troops while on patrol over the skies of Eastern Kingdoms. 

#The Fortyseventh #fortyseventh #the 47th #The Forty Seventh #alliance #Alliance Military #alliance rp #military #military roleplay #military rp #Military guild #Moon Guard #moonguard #moonguard alliance #ironforge #stormwind #WoW #World of Warcraft #worldofwarcraft #world of warcraft roleplay #wow roleplay #Wow Rp

[ladystardust34]

THE FORGED THRONE BOOK III

Chapter 8 has been posted!

The world is breaking.  The earth rumbles in agony, the seas begin to boil, and there seems to be nothing anyone can do to stop the Cataclysm. For the Wrynns, however, Azeroth is not the only thing that will end up being torn asunder. For a threat to their family looms alot closer than they could ever realise.

Cover art by Donfuchs.

Read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38784561/chapters/109031985

#Varian Wrynn #Anduin Wrynn #World of Warcraft #warcraft #cataclysm #ironforge #ValericaGlenmore #OCxCanon #fanfiction