Guides, mechanics, comparisons and stories about life on the server.
Twenty to twelve, twenty-four people in the voice channel, and almost nobody is talking. You can hear other people’s apartments: somebody’s washing machine on its spin cycle, somebody’s kettle coming to the boil for the…
Read moreMy disagreement with the server is arithmetical in nature. Prime time on Valor is the evening, Moscow time. Moscow evening is already deep night for me, and once you add a warehouse shift that ends at two, what is left…
Read moreOur guild has a level eighty mage who has not dealt damage to a single living creature in six months. His name is Proshka. He stands in Dalaran between the auction house and the mailbox, and if you have ever gone lookin…
Read moreMy hunter is called Derzan. That was a design flaw: I came up with the name on the first evening, back when I still thought of myself as a daring man, and everything that happened to him afterwards was invented by my co…
Read moreThe Tundra Mother, hello. I am writing from shore already: there was nothing to write with on the ship, the ink froze in its bottle, and I spent the whole crossing sitting by the boiler in the hold like the lowest sort…
Read moreKostya is the first into the voice channel and the last out of it, and nobody thanks him for it: people stopped noticing that at roughly the same time they stopped noticing that the room has a floor. He is not the best…
Read moreThe level fourteen keystone had been sitting in his bag for six days now. Taren carried it around the way you carry an unread letter: you remember it's there, and every time you put it off. The five of them It wasn't a…
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