http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/ El's Extreme Anglin' Forums Topic: Old Ironjaw, A Living Legend en Sat, 06 Sep 2008 18:39:19 +0000 http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/topic/old-ironjaw-a-living-legend#post-872 Tue, 13 May 2008 10:12:33 +0000 Slavaa 872@http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/ <p>Well, It's on the Roleplaying forums now... would someone please go give it a bump... same title, but it might be on the second page now... </p> http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/topic/old-ironjaw-a-living-legend#post-871 Mon, 12 May 2008 23:57:47 +0000 Pierree 871@http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/ <p>i would say go for it, but probably in an rp section, normal o boards scare me. </p> http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/topic/old-ironjaw-a-living-legend#post-869 Mon, 12 May 2008 23:00:35 +0000 Slavaa 869@http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/ <p>Thank you for your words of kindness, Maybe i'll post this on the official forums... </p> http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/topic/old-ironjaw-a-living-legend#post-865 Mon, 12 May 2008 19:17:11 +0000 Pierree 865@http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/ <p>I loved it, thanks for the nice shot of literature into my otherwise uneventful day. </p> http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/topic/old-ironjaw-a-living-legend#post-860 Mon, 12 May 2008 17:37:03 +0000 Spellbinder 860@http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/ <p>Awsome, i was there right beside you all the way ;) </p> http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/topic/old-ironjaw-a-living-legend#post-856 Mon, 12 May 2008 14:57:08 +0000 Yohaun 856@http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/ <p>I like it! I need to catch Ironjaw myself so thanks for the "tips" ;) </p> http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/topic/old-ironjaw-a-living-legend#post-836 Sat, 10 May 2008 20:07:35 +0000 Slavaa 836@http://www.elsanglin.com/forums/ <p>I hope you like this story on the origins of Old Ironjaw, and Slavaa's mad anglin' skills</p> <p>Well, after finding, anglin' and catching Old Ironjaw, I downed a few celeberatory beersh *hic*, but you may be wondering: how did I come to get in there, well, it's a story that needs to be told, so tell I shall. </p> <p>There I was, standing in the orcish city of Orgrimmar one day, thinking “Well, I’ve helped Old man Barlo, the Shattered Sun Offensive, The Scyers, and the Frostwolves today, killed all sorts of monsters and humans alike, what else is there to do?”so I found myself walking, blinking and teleporting toward the tavern, where there are always adventures to be found.</p> <p>Fully expecting to hear of monsters raising the countryside, demons killing the soldiers, and Alliance plans of attack, I entered the Tavern.</p> <p> I, Slavaa of the Shattered Sun, am very welcome anywhere I go, despite the fact I am living impaired, so I walk up to the barkeep and ask “Are there any new tales being told, and may I have pint to whet my rotting whistle?” “Of course there are Slavaa, but first, and how will you be paying today?” Fulling knowing what these people want I respond “In large amounts, Beer Is On The House!” Which met a resounding cheer from the rest of the bar. “So, of those tales of which you spoke, which is the most heroic and dangerous?” The bartender then spoke to me, of a tale, of a journey, of a legend unlike any of which I had previously heard, this was not one of sword, shield or spell, not primarily anyway, it was of a fish. A fish they call “Old Ironjaw”.</p> <p>“Old Ironjaw was born in Stillwater lake in Tirisfal Glades on the continent of Lordaeron, and there he lived for many decades. Until one day, when the Plague struck. A Dwarf, of Blump family descent, who was staying in the area decided to catch one of his final fish, as even in the air he could feel the horrors of the Plague seeking him, he caught one fish. The fish’s jaw was huge and muscular, as tough as iron, and when this dwarf saw that fish, which he named Ironjaw, it gave him the tenacity to carry on.</p> <p>Through Trisifal he ran, through Silverpine and through Hillsbrad, through Arathi and the Wetlands, and through Loch Modan, and after the days he spent running, spanning two continents and many territories, he finally arrived at Ironforge in Dun Morogh, he said “I must sho’ this fish ta’ me family in te’ Forlorn Caverns, they’ll be so proud’a me. It’ll be our pride for generations ta’ come.”</p> <p>The Blump family was elated to see this fish, it’s massive jaw and power would one day become a family crest. “An’ you lil’ Gubba, I want ye ta’ ‘ave me fishing pole, with which I caught dis’ mighty fish. I hope it gives ye’ good luck.”</p> <p>Now of course this fish was an amazing sight, and even though the only time it hit water since it’s catch was the precipitation of the wedlands it was still breathing, the family decided to release it into the pool across from their house, they carved a notch in the Blump Family Fishing Pole for each time it was caught and released again by them, after a rather long time of fishing (their hobby is fishing) only three times was he caught again.</p> <p>The family no long remains in Ironforge, but their fish does. And he has taken quite a liking to the area.”<br /> “Wow” I respond, intrigued. The bartender went on to say that no one allied with orcs had ever laid eyes upon this fish, and from the military precision and defenses of Ironforge makes it seem as if none ever will.</p> <p>I am not the type to back down from a challenge, doctor says “Slavaa, I would advise against you seeing your girlfriend again, she ... she has the Undead Plague.” I respond “That sounds like a challenge!” and rush in, but that’s another story for another time. This challenge was unlike any I had ever faced, if I attracted too much attention the army could be called in, and then that would be the end of me. Nonetheless, I back down from no challenge. Ever. Quickly pulling out my map, I deduce the quickest path would be from the Kargath going North, and so I set out.</p> <p>With a few words of power, a colossal quantity of concentration and a *pop* I arrive in the Undercity and ride my undead horse the taxi wyvern service with my favourite book: “The Bass and You” reading up the best fish catching stratagems.</p> <p>A few chapters later I find myself in a barren wasteland, which is why I brought my map.</p> <p>My horse needs no food or rest, it being undead like myself, and therefore I make record time to fifty foot gates of this ultra fortified city. Ironforge.</p> <p>The first bit goes rather easily, all the busy bodies go about trading and banking. They don’t even notice me under my heavy robe. I even make my way past a few of the drunker guards. Unfortunatly they sobered up by the time I passed the Mystic Ward, and being extremely well trained, they saw through my clever disguise. This when badly from here, luckily none of the experienced adventurers make their way down here, so the two guards were quickly disposed of and hid under a nearby fruit stand (that gnome’s in for a surprise).</p> <p>Using my stealth skill learned from my thieving friend Croaker, I made my way to the Forlorn Cavern, I could nearly smell the massively jawed aquatic creature, he is in for a wake up call. </p> <p>Much to my dismay, the hydrated area of the cavern is very near to the urban area, all those angry residents would tear me limb from limb. In blind hope I search my pack for something that would help in this situation, and I just happen to find 2 potions of water walking I received from Old man Barlo after I helped him catch the fish that was stealing his bait.</p> <p>17 minutes later, my fishing rod is bending, the line is stretching (I recently replaced it with a spun Truesilver line) and all I’ve pulled up have been Mudsnappers and Smallfish. 19 minutes, still no Ironjaw, and I can feel my feet slipping through the water as the last potion wears off. My feet have almost fallen through, I only have time to catch one last fish. I can only hope. One foot’s fallen through, but this fish is fighting long and hard. If I fall in the water all hope is lost, but this fish is almost here. I pull it up just as I fall under, I see it. But it’s just an inch too far away, conjuring my arcane powers I hit it with a Slow, it’s not going anywhere. </p> <p>But just as I believe it shall be mine, the splashing alerts the guards. It’s no use having a prized fish if it must be buried with me. I must cast like I have never cast before. Thinking quickly I begin to cast a teleport spell to the Undercity, but I combine it with my knowledge of area of effect spells... 5... 4... 3... 2... *pop*</p> <p>*Sploosh* And with a square decaliter of water and a few flopping fish I successfully teleport to the Undercity, among the fish: Old Ironjaw. This legend of anglin’ history is now mine. Only now do I remember, I wanted to go to Orgrimmar...</p> <p>I told you I'd make a Lore/Roleplaying Story of my Old Ironjaw catch</p> <p>Tell me if you like it/think it's just a wall of text </p>