Kor'kron 501st

My first day playing WoW was when the game launched. I was living in the dorm. My roommate, Antonio, and suite-mate, Will, also picked it up. I had played the three RTS games, but didn’t finish any of them. I had an idea of some of the story but not a lot, so I spent a while trying to figure out what to play. Antonio decided to play a night elf rogue, so I rolled a night elf as well.

I played a lot of Dungeons and Dragons when I was younger, and my preferred class was fighter. In an attempt to capture the same idea, I rolled a warrior. I soon discovered that there wasn’t a good spec that dual-wielded, and that was the image I had in my mind.

Anyways, the game was pretty amazing. Everything looked awesome. I suppose it’s a good thing that I started in such a beautiful zone. If I had started in Mulgore, maybe I would have thought the game was ugly. You can’t think that starting in Teldrassil!

If you’ll allow me to talk about the first few weeks of playing rather than just the first day, I remember being overwhelmed by the scale of the Teldrassil once I left it. Southshore was eerie and cool. Eventually I made the long, daunting trek to the Eastern Kingdoms to visit Ironforge, my favorite city to this day. It took a long time to get there, and it was hard to decide whether to set my heart there or set it where I was questing. However, I stayed in Kalimdor, questing through Ashenvale. It was particularly odd seeing it again later from the Horde perspective.

Eventually I rolled a Horde hunter on the same server, later switched to a Horde hunter on a PVP server, tried a tauren shaman, and settled on my troll priest.