_The terror of these past few weeks is almost more than I can bear; why is it that by writing words into this book I can somehow keep the madness at bay? Perhaps it is as if I'm confessing my sins to a silent companion, or freeing my mind of these tortured thoughts and confining them to paper. I began a journal before this one, but it remains in a place to which I cannot return. So I will start afresh. But this time, I will start from the true beginning._ _It began with the finding of that cursed scythe in the mine they call Roland's Doom. Yes, that was the start of it. Before that, the Defias Brotherhood was happy with our progress in Duskwood. Before the Scythe, the terrors of this place seemed as tame as Northshire Valley._ _But ever since I found the haft of the Scythe jutting from that pile of rubble in the mine and, curse me, pulled it free, Roland's Doom became a place of vile death!_ _If I had known what would happen, I would have cut off my own hand to keep from grasping that rune-carved wood. So many regrets! I always thought that was a privilege of the old. I now know that it is not the old - it is the hopeless - who don the mantle of regret, unable and unwilling to shrug it from shoulders stooped with misery._ _But enough waxing like a pipe-mad poet. I must continue with the chronicle..._
_After the Scythe was freed, a change rippled through the mine. Light from our flickering torches warped, and the strength of our voices seemed beyond our control. Sometimes a man's whisper roared through the tunnels forcing hands on ears, and sometimes our shouts barely traveled a few steps before diminishing into a hint on the wind. Unnerving, yes, but we did not have long to wonder at this strangeness. It was but a harbinger of what truly drove us from the mine. The Worgen._ _They came at us from everywhere, clawing from hidden holes at our feet and dropping upon us from silent perches above. Half our men fell in those first panicked minutes. The rest, including myself, tried to flee. As I ran I saw so many of my brothers taken by tooth and claw, heard so many screams cut short or gurgle to silence. For all I know, I am the only human to escape that place._ _I can only guess why I survived that night. I have always been cautious, always quick to flinch from jabs and leap free of pitfalls. My nickname, Jitters, comes from this trait. So perhaps it was just that knack for caution that saved me..._ _Or maybe it was the Scythe I pulled from the rubble. It cannot be the Scythe itself, for I lost it during my frantic flight. But if it was I who brought the Worgen to Duskwood, then perhaps the Worgen afforded me a rare courtesy. Curse them. Or perhaps, I am doomed to witness the change I wrought on Duskwood. Perhaps it is my fate to watch as the Worgen tear into this land, staining it ever darker with their foulness. If that truly is my fate, then it is twofold. For the Worgen are not the only power to clutch at Duskwood - the fiends from Deadwind Pass have also staked claim._ _That is the next chapter of my tale, and I pray it is the last..._
_After surviving the flight from Roland's Doom, I hid within a barn owned by a man named Sven. I spent a few days in the barn, and such horror lingered with me that I never once made myself known to Sven or his family. But from what I saw from my hiding place, I knew these farmers were quite decent folk. Had I stepped from my concealment I think they would have taken me in, but trust is hard for me. Harder still after that shock in the mine. So I remained hidden. And it saved my life._ _A few days after I arrived at the barn, Sven left his farm for Darkshire. He kissed his wife and smiled to his children and promised to return soon with toys and sweets. The poor man. That was the last time he saw his family unmutilated. At least they parted happily. And at least his wife was the first to die, and was freed from seeing the slaughter of her children. But these small graces do nothing for me. I saw what happened, and it will ever haunt my dreams._ _My hand trembles as I recall the details of that night, when Sven was away and his family was doomed to face the Black Riders alone. Again regret claws at me, for I was there and could have risen against those fiends from Deadwind Pass. But it is a false regret. It is the same that plagues any survivor of a tragedy. I know that, had I left my place of hiding I too would have been killed, my body ripped and torn, and its pieces spread so widely that I would not be recognized._ _But, even though I know I could have done nothing to stop this heinous murder, one true regret does remain: I brought the Black Riders to Sven's farm. My discovery of the Scythe not only unleashed the Worgen upon Duskwood - it drew the Riders from Deadwind Pass. I know this because, just before they began their slaughter they asked one question to Sven's wife as she held her children close, giving them what comfort she could though she was certain death was near._ _"The Scythe of Elune." one of the Riders shrieked in a voice both harsh and shrill, like the grinding of an axe on stone. And the last word - Elune - it croaked, as if choking on the sound. Dread gripped me when I heard that voice, both from the horrid sound of it, and because... I knew the Scythe of which the Rider spoke. It must be the same cursed thing I drew from the rocks of Roland's Doom days before. It was what the Black Riders sought! And it was what would kill Sven's family._
_I never learned the name of Sven's wife, as she was only ever called "dearest," and "my love," and "mommy" by her husband and children. But I wish I knew it. I am the only living memory of her deed that day, and although she was just a farmer's wife, never have I seen a man or woman act with such bravery. Of course she did not know of the Scythe, but when she learned the Riders sought it, in an instant a plan formed in her head. And it was bold and clever. If only it had worked._ _"The Scythe?" she said in a calm voice. "Of course I do. Who here wouldn't?" She looked at the Riders with steady eyes, and I would have sworn she spoke the truth if I had not known better. There was no way she could know about the Scythe. Her gambit paid off. The same Rider who uttered the question before bent his head slightly toward her, and shrieked, "Where?"_ _"I'll take you. All of you," she said, and I could see a small hope flicker behind her eyes._ _"But the way is far, and my children would slow us. We must leave them."_ _Her trick was simple, but simple tricks have the best hope of success. If it worked, it would lead the Riders away from the farm. She would be lost, but her children would be safe. And it would work, if only the Riders believed her noble lies._
_Although I have never been a student of the Light, I prayed fiercely for Sven's wife as she stood against those terrible Riders. "Please," I prayed. "Let them believe."_ _They stood, frozen, and she met their gazes with calm. Then one rider looked up, as if hearing a distant call. He drew from his garb a small gem and peered into it. He then gestured with the bauble toward Sven's wife. A light crept from the Rider toward the woman, shaping itself into a grim, white hand. She stared into the light, unflinching, but I could see uncertainty behind her mask of confidence. When the hand reached her, it spread its fingers over her head._ _And it squeezed._ _Sven's wife stood rigid as a board, and her eyes grew wide. And although her lips pulled back to mouth a scream, no sound escaped. After a few moments of this torture the hand released her, dropping her to her knees. The Rider who held the bauble then sat erect in his saddle, and a loud voice erupted from it._ _"This woman lies," it said in a voice that has scarred my dreams. "She has not seen the Scythe."_ _After this, the Rider's shoulders stooped slightly, as if a spirit within him had fled. And then in the old, shrieking voice it used earlier, these final words were uttered:_ _"The Lord has spoken. Kill them."_
_I cannot describe what happened next. It is clear in my mind, but even my wretched soul cannot put to paper the events of those next few, grisly minutes._ _I can only write that Sven's family was killed. And soon after, Sven returned to this grim, deathly scene. Such grief was in him that I was afraid to show myself. And so afraid was I that he would find me, I fled from my hiding spot in the barn. I do not know where Sven is now, but I pray he will, some day, find peace._ _I spent the next few weeks moving from place to place, never lingering for fear of the Riders. I am now in the abandoned town of Raven's Hill, as always, hiding. I cannot face whatever power they used against Sven's wife, and I know it searches Duskwood, even still, for the Scythe. It is lost to me, and I thank the Light for this, for had I kept it I know I would have been found. Even now, I know in my heart that I will be found._ _I'm so tired._ _- Jitters’ Completed Journal_
I remember back in 2005 I was so fascinated by the world that I left Elwyn forest with my noob human priest in pursue of adventure and headed in a random direction. I stumbled upon a small river, the other shore looked a lot gloomier to boost my curiosity even more. So I swam across the river and went uphill. The surroundings and nature were becoming darker and darker, the air was filled with sense of danger. Then in a few moments I was attacked by a huge ghoul with an skull on the mob's icon. I was dead in like a couple of seconds but left with a falvour full of mystery and anticipation of future adventures. That was the most pleasant death in the my whole gaming history.
irmscher9 My friend and I started at the same time and had the exact same experience! It’s because of that reason that Duskwood is still my favourite even though I don’t play anymore.
First of all, I love Earth Worm Jim, so great icon, OP. Secondly, I first played in 2004 or so and I was mystified by my Night Elf Druid and the starting zone on Teldrassil. I spent like 3 weeks getting off of that island and I loved every minute of it. My climb to level 60 was brutally slow, both because of internet, and because of time limits. I'll never forget earning my first set of Wildheart Armor, either. I have memories in this world. They are windows I look through with my mind's eye. So fondly remembered, all my friends and foes. The grind for gold back then was unreal. ...ah yes... ...there were times I believed I was Viera the Night Elf Druid.
My favourite quest in all of WoW came from here, with the tale of Morgan Ladimore. I was a human paladin so of course I ventured in, and low-level as I was wanted to go out questing into this dark spooky zone. Get my hands dirty fighting zombies, but discover this old gravestone with disturbed dirt. ...Lo and behold it belongs to a former soldier, Morgan, who died fighting the good fight and believing his family all dead. I'm tasked to take down the undead beast he's been turned into, and it's the most pitched battle I've had yet. ...Then I get to tell him his daughter survived, and he grants me the Restored Archeus, this old beautiful blade for the Light. ...Still have that thing in my bank, and transmog it to be the look of my sword in every new expac as I journey forth. Still the most personal, warm quest I've ever had.
Yes, great quest! Unfortunately I've never played to the point where transmog was introduced. But I kept the sword as long as I could anyway. This goes to all the people claiming that WoW quests were boring or shallow.. It's not the quests' fault if you don't read them, you dimwits!
@@boyd1998 Nah I started playing in 2017, during the Legion days. I had a quest in Duskwood and those invisible worgen who spawn before you all of a sudden freaked me out at first. 😂😂
That’s what I do whenever my friend asks for help setting up the ambience, I have tracks for almost everything, from a casual stroll on a busy market street to a creepy forest, wow has it covered.
Duskwood, Westfall and Elwynn Forest are my three favourite places in WoW. Nothing compares to those first couple of months in late vanilla when I first started playing my warrior and working my way through those zones. No game has ever even come close to giving me that same feeling. It is indescribable.
i distinctly recall masses of lowbies, piling into the inn to hide from the horde raiders who routinely rode in from stranglethorn vale, both factions screaming at each other in leetspeak until the 60's rolled in from SWC for some good old-fashioned world pvp. at which point we'd all run out and get a few shots or dots in. damn, i'm fucking old. good times though, definitely good times.
When I first started playing back in 08, I had a computer that could barely play WoW. I had to crank all my settings down, which had the effect in this Zone of making visibility near 0 and there was just blackness all around. it was like a horror movie, even walking the road. Most times stuff would aggro on you while still hidden in darkness so it was always a terror. and coming across stitches on the road... oh holy- Scared the pants off of me then, but it's great memories now.
I used to be scared of this forest as a child. One of my favorite zones though. The lore and atmosphere is great. The best part of leveling was my journey from EF, through Westfall and Redridge to Duskwood. Simple times. Great experience.
I love WoW music but it makes me so sad to listen to the classic soundtrack... I'll never see WoW through the eyes of a child again :( You'll always have a place in my heart WoW
This, so much. I can still enjoy the music/ambience but the game itself has long lost most of its magic... I regret always playing only two/three months per year, should've played more back then, when I started (just b4 TBC), and should've also started earlier. But I didn't have a say on these, life's a bitch (always had PC/internet issues and parents who wouldn't let me play 😑 I want a second life, preferably in a world that lets you enjoy things...). Maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to play classic for a while? Although it's not gonna be the same anyway😿
@@hawkstrike18 Tbh the magic is still there. It just tends to shatter as soon as you run into other players of the powergamer kind or give in to overinforming / min-maxing.
Being a newbie leveling in Elwynn Forest and accidentally stumbling into Duskwood was one of the big highlights of my time playing Vanilla WoW. I still remember fighting Stitches, Mor'Ladim, and Stalvan Mistmantle!
I remember the first time I ran through Duskwood from Westfall. I was playing a human mage and wanted to explore. I remember seeing the woods and wondering what was over there, so I decided to make the trek and investigate. It was so eerie. The music and scenery really didn't help the fact I happened to be playing at night. And then it happened; a wolf which high level came charging at me. I freaked out and cast frost nova to trap it in place and took off running. The wolf gave chase and I was blinking just to stay ahead because the thing was so fast. My heart was beating and I was praying for the cooldown to end just so I could cast frost nova again. Thankfully, I was able to get out of there before the thing got me. I stayed in Westfall and Redridge for awhile before I ventured into Duskwood again. I will say that the Stalvan Mistmantle quest chain is one of my all time favorites and (IMO) has the second greatest name for an item in the game: the Ring of Forlorn Spirits.
Ahh Duskwood, so menacing, yet so mysterious and magical. I always remember feeling safe and cozy after returning to a human camp from a long adventurous quest :).
So many folks are thanking you for the memory of simpler times. For me, I played a lot of WoW in a complicated time in my life. Listening to this again just reminds me of one of the brighter, better moments in those difficult times. WoW got me through a pretty good amount of it and was the highlight of a lot of it. Thanks for posting these, I really enjoy them.
That's because it rocks (or used to, when more people played it, now it's just too quiet on most realms), and real life sucks (we make it suck, too, by not even trying to unite to solve humanity's problems, by focusing on the real causes instead of some factors or symptoms, which is what most ppl do due to their lack of logic). In other words: same here.
Same, even with a lot of flaws with the storylines and everything, my love for WoW never ceases even after I stopped playing. There's just something about WoW that basically made the game long-lived. I wouldn't be surprised if WoW still exists in the next decade.
I am Sir Thomas Bates of the Brotherhood of the Horse. I come to Scarlet Raven Tavern in Darkshire every night to people watch. You don't get too many travelers in Duskwood. Ever since the curse of eternal night fell on the land, only the brave, the strong, or the foolish come here. I see young men drink their fill of mead, make their exit, and never return. The forests are not kind to adventurers. Restless dead and wolf men lie in wait for the unwary who do not understand the perils of Duskwood, thinking their quests to be as simple as the Kobolds up north. How I pity them. For years this has been the story, good men going into the wilderness just to fuel the ranks of the dead. It is high time I returned to my patrol, the tavern noise makes me weary. More than thirty years I have served this place for the Alliance, and I do not intend to retire any time soon. Sleep can wait until this cursed ground finds peace... I am Sir Thomas Bates of the Brotherhood of the Horse. I have been dead since the First War. But I do not care. There are people to protect. So be cautious when you ride into these woods... You never know who or what may be watching.
This was probably my favorite zone in all of Vanilla Wow. I just love the atmosphere of mystery and thrill. Seeing this zone again with updated graphics is such an eye candy.
There is just something unnervingly calming about undead or dark and gloomy areas. Every shadow can hide a foe. Every corner can be your doom. Every tree, stone and piece of ground appears to be looking at you, or ready to give way for something foul and horrendous. The very air and atmosphere is thick with suspense and you can almost feel and smell the cold forest air as you're immersed in the almost completely inescapable darkness that calls from all around you. The grass has a sludgy wetness to it, the trees are the kind of moist that exists in swamps, but being a forest makes it just so much worse. The very stone seems to break and reform with every passing moment, and the dirt itself just feels deathly hateful of you. Welcome... to the realm of the Forsaken/Undead Scourge. Here, there truly be monsters.
I remember the gripping fear this place had over my 12 year old heart. IT's due to things like Duskwood that age me my fear of the horror genre. I adore it so much and its my favorite part of leveling an Alliance character.
I have the same dilemma, I'm coming back for classic and have been Horde for ages. However my first toons were Alliance back in TBC and this is still my favourite zone in all of original Azeroth!
Amazing zone. I remember being scared to go off the path and eventually checking out all the farms and buildings around the town thinking I would find someone. The long quest lines with Stalvin, Sven, the Worgen, the Embalmer...so much back story it fit the epic nature of the gameplay. I remember feeling like an explorer going through the tunnel that connected the crypts in the graveyard. Loved the abandoned little town, and the desperate feel to the one remaining inhabited town.
I remember coming out of Elwynn Forest for the first time to the fork in the road between Redridge Mountains on the left and Duskwood on the right, and going right and seeing the lights dim and the music change to some kind of Ravenloft type zone and there being some big ole spiders that could one shot me if I got too close, and I thought.... man, this game is awesome. There aren't too many zones in the whole game, in any xpac, with whatever intangible Duskwood has to make it so striking and memorable, but whatever Duskwood has, it has it in spades.
The atmosphere in vanilla WoW is so overwhelming.. it gives me chills even after so many years. Duskwood is one hell of a spooky place. I bet here are a ton of stories around first time Stitches encounters.. 😄
Memories of running for my life as a mage, spamming frost nova and blink to escape from a wolf that I aggro'd because I was way too low level to ever be in Duskwood. Such a thrilling experience to have made back to the Westfall border alive. 😄
I remember my first experience with Duskwood. My brother and I, were 12 and 11 respectfully, and going through Elwynn - our computers are in separate rooms so we're shouting at each other through the hallway. We're both a little curious what's beyond the river, so he goes ahead of me and says: "Oh dude, there's skeletons here. OH DUDE THE SKELETONS HAVE SKULL LEVELS!" And I was like: "What?! That's crazy!" So I followed behind him. He, using his braincells, rain away. I, not using my braincells, walked closer to the cemetery and one skeleton aggroed me from an obnoxious range. I ran away terrified, but the bugger got me just before I can get out of its aggro radius. Fun times.
I was a dimicky undead rogue who loved preying on those Allies who wandered Duskwood's foggy roads, _especially_ those who descended into the west crypts.
That feeling when you're low level and stumble into the twilight Grove where one of the corrupted emerald dragons is just sitting there waiting for you.
I remember questing along the banks of Elwyn Forest and I could see Duskwood from across the water and how I couldnt wait to explore there. I remember seeing the spiders and wolves patrolling the banks on the ither side and they all had a 💀
Still my favorite zone in the game. It's like having an on-demand Halloween vibe all year round. Gilneas is a VERY close second, and honestly I still feel Gilneas is severely underutilized. I wish they'd rebuild it and make it a second hub city, similar to how Orgrimmar has Undercity as a sort of "sister" city.
Yes i agree. I remember my first toon a worgen warlock,shellock. I made him on my moms account when i was a child, i got my account a decade later and used a character transfer and also switching my name into something with a V. We can stop the furry jokes about worgen and start pulling them at the vulpera more😅because some players enjoy worgen because of their edgy and pheraps gothic lore.
Just when I thought everything was crimson and clover when I was in Duskwood as contested territory. Then I got into Stranglethorn and thinking it was the exact same as Duskwood. Thanks for the classic WoW memories.
Being the edgy edgelord that I am, I'll always favor this place - though I actually really enjoyed the zone's atmosphere, quests, and the lore to it. Spooky as it was
I remember when I first started playing WoW in 2008, this place gave be the creeps. I remember 1st crossing the river dividing it from elwynn forest. I was too low level. This is before I knew the mobs were lvl 19-20+ I was only about lvl 7 at the time. I died almost instantly when I was swarmed by wolves and spiders. I thought, man, it's gonna take me a long time to lvl high enough to fight these guys. Then when I was high enough to enter Duskwood, I ran into the wandering "Stitches". He killed me almost as quick.
I remember questing in Elwynn forest on my Paladin in 2005, and I decided to swim across the river to the other side to check it out, only to be cheerfully greeted by Wolves with a skull on the level icon (level 20) who tore me to shreds instantly. Good times 👍
I remember looking across the river as I was out mining gold near Lakeshire so that I might craft better armor for myself, and seeing a place in stark contrast to where I was in Elwynn Forest. A dark and foreboding place. I felt compelled to cross the river to get a closer look, so I swam across. As I made my way inland it became darker and darker. I spoke to no one in Darkshire, as I wandered past withering farms and broken down houses and barns. This would be my first encounter with the un-dead. Being inexperienced in combat with such creatures, I tried my best to avoid direct contact until I reached the Raven Hill Cemetery. As I looked upon the many gravestones in the field something moved behind me. I never saw him coming or even heard his footsteps. As I lay on the ground the last sight I saw was a huge lumbering skeleton dressed in armor and a helm turning away from me and disappearing into the darkness once again. Somehow, I awoke back in Darkshire, my warriors armor damaged, and my health condition was poor to say the least. I soon left that place realizing I had made a great mistake in coming here. I was ill prepared for the horrors that existed in this cursed land. I made a promise to myself as I looked back across the river from Lakeshire, that one day I would return to that cursed place and rid Azeroth of the huge skeletal warrior who hunted the living there. The one they called Mor'Ladim. It was only after I eventually returned to Darkshire that I learned his sad and tragic story. What had started out in my mind as a desire for revenge and retribution turned into an act of compassion and sympathy as I finally ended Morgan Ladimore's grief and suffering. Placing his last surviving daughter's ring at his now, final resting place, his spirit spoke to me. He could now be at peace knowing his daughter Sarah had survived, and in gratitude offered his sword, Archeus. To use it for what it was originally meant for. To serve the light and the good people of Azeroth. I will never forget my time in Duskwood or that particular quest until the end of my days.
There was soo much things to remember of dusk wood. It was the first place I've been where the mobs dropped silver instead of copper, and I specifically remember the picture 'painted' in my mind of a zombie standing blocking the path to the ghost women's house. Then there was the time in good old war lords of draenor before the leveling blend in leigion. I remember the bears roaming besides the dark ominus rivers when I was still level 18 in westfall, with half my gear broken because I didn't know how to repair it back then, and staring at the level 24 bears on the other side. The zone was so scary that I didn't even want to finish the leveling experience, since back then I was only in grade 3. I got to the pumpkin patch quest and then just went back to the saftey of stormwind to spam dungeons and kill mobs before my level 34 sister came along and swimmed with me through the river to northern stranglethorn.
This place used to scare the daylights out of us when we played. I was terrified of Mor'Ladim, and always ran when I saw him approaching in Raven Hill cemetary. As I got better at playing and leveled up, I liked to return to Duskwood. Whenever I was at Raven Hill I'd be sure to go upstairs in one of the houses and buy the Shadow Oil recipe from the goblin vendor as it would always sell well at the AH.
One of my top five favorite zones in the game for its storylines and its music and I'm looking forward to Classic wow when I can go back and do all the old questlines again the way they used to be
Years ago. My friend told me he saw a big dragon in the middle of the duskwood last night. We go, nothing there, I laughed. now I know i was wrong. There IS a big folking green dragon in dustwood.
Duskwood is one of those regions that was screaming to have an instance. I always wanted to learn more about the Dark Riders and was never really satisfied with how Blizzard handled them(not to mention it took them many years and expansions to get back to it when I was long done with the game anyways). How awesome would it have been to discover that the catacombs under Ravenhill were actually much deeper and the Riders had been spotted after you kill off Morbent Fel and think the zone is basically saved?
Still buying the expansions after i dont play it for years amymore... Just to support the Devs. This Game is way more than a Game... Its a part of Gamingculture and evolution... a true Milestone in the Gamingindustry....
My favorite zone in WoW, I still remember wandering around that dark shadowy place full or mysteries when I was around 12 years old. Still remember some horde rogues killing low level alliance. It was just even more dark in that area. Felt anything could come shank you at anytime. People dueling outside the inn was also nice.
Когда приезжаю на дачу, готовлю мясо на костре, потом выключаю свет, сажусь на улице и включаю эту музыку, слушаю каждый шорох от листвы деревьев, слышу как шуршат ежики и тд и тп, такой кайф, очень атмосферно.
The ambience in zones like this and tirisfal glade gave me headaches when I was playing with headphones. There's a constant reverberation I can only hear with headphones and I know it's tied to the ambience audio channel. Has anybody else experienced this reverb effect?
Stitches FTW! best NPC in the game.....love this zone. So atmospheric, learning how to farm dozens of mobs at a time with a frost mage in that graveyard...and after years finding those awsome tunnels under the graveyards... best place.
Do you guys notice that the main Duskwood theme is the exact contradiction to the main Elwynn Forest theme? It's the same but in a minor key instead of a major key.
I got so lost here and actually started to cry. I completely became so embarrassed and emotionally messed up. My mom had to come and get me. I did not know I could herth out and get back to Stormwind. I was in by the black widow spider 🕷. I was on my warlock Frauhedwig losing my freaking mind.
I used to love this place to level up in, I started playing wow when I was probably about 20, i must've been pretty dense, but, I remember every time I would come here, always wondering if this place was trying to be a spooky place, it took my third place to finally realize that yes, it was a spooky place, but, I think if there's ever a spooky place in wow, it's the plaguelands and that other town next to the plaguelands
I rolled several characters just to do the Duskwood quests. My favourite was Morbent Fel on my druid, I swapped the special off-hand item to disturb his aura but that swapped out the staff so I killed Morbent Fel with my mining pick.
_The terror of these past few weeks is almost more than I can bear; why is it that by writing words into this book I can somehow keep the madness at bay? Perhaps it is as if I'm confessing my sins to a silent companion, or freeing my mind of these tortured thoughts and confining them to paper. I began a journal before this one, but it remains in a place to which I cannot return. So I will start afresh. But this time, I will start from the true beginning._
_It began with the finding of that cursed scythe in the mine they call Roland's Doom. Yes, that was the start of it. Before that, the Defias Brotherhood was happy with our progress in Duskwood. Before the Scythe, the terrors of this place seemed as tame as Northshire Valley._
_But ever since I found the haft of the Scythe jutting from that pile of rubble in the mine and, curse me, pulled it free, Roland's Doom became a place of vile death!_
_If I had known what would happen, I would have cut off my own hand to keep from grasping that rune-carved wood. So many regrets! I always thought that was a privilege of the old. I now know that it is not the old - it is the hopeless - who don the mantle of regret, unable and unwilling to shrug it from shoulders stooped with misery._
_But enough waxing like a pipe-mad poet. I must continue with the chronicle..._
_After the Scythe was freed, a change rippled through the mine. Light from our flickering torches warped, and the strength of our voices seemed beyond our control. Sometimes a man's whisper roared through the tunnels forcing hands on ears, and sometimes our shouts barely traveled a few steps before diminishing into a hint on the wind. Unnerving, yes, but we did not have long to wonder at this strangeness. It was but a harbinger of what truly drove us from the mine. The Worgen._
_They came at us from everywhere, clawing from hidden holes at our feet and dropping upon us from silent perches above. Half our men fell in those first panicked minutes. The rest, including myself, tried to flee. As I ran I saw so many of my brothers taken by tooth and claw, heard so many screams cut short or gurgle to silence. For all I know, I am the only human to escape that place._
_I can only guess why I survived that night. I have always been cautious, always quick to flinch from jabs and leap free of pitfalls. My nickname, Jitters, comes from this trait. So perhaps it was just that knack for caution that saved me..._
_Or maybe it was the Scythe I pulled from the rubble. It cannot be the Scythe itself, for I lost it during my frantic flight. But if it was I who brought the Worgen to Duskwood, then perhaps the Worgen afforded me a rare courtesy. Curse them. Or perhaps, I am doomed to witness the change I wrought on Duskwood. Perhaps it is my fate to watch as the Worgen tear into this land, staining it ever darker with their foulness. If that truly is my fate, then it is twofold. For the Worgen are not the only power to clutch at Duskwood - the fiends from Deadwind Pass have also staked claim._
_That is the next chapter of my tale, and I pray it is the last..._
_After surviving the flight from Roland's Doom, I hid within a barn owned by a man named Sven. I spent a few days in the barn, and such horror lingered with me that I never once made myself known to Sven or his family. But from what I saw from my hiding place, I knew these farmers were quite decent folk. Had I stepped from my concealment I think they would have taken me in, but trust is hard for me. Harder still after that shock in the mine. So I remained hidden. And it saved my life._
_A few days after I arrived at the barn, Sven left his farm for Darkshire. He kissed his wife and smiled to his children and promised to return soon with toys and sweets. The poor man. That was the last time he saw his family unmutilated. At least they parted happily. And at least his wife was the first to die, and was freed from seeing the slaughter of her children. But these small graces do nothing for me. I saw what happened, and it will ever haunt my dreams._
_My hand trembles as I recall the details of that night, when Sven was away and his family was doomed to face the Black Riders alone. Again regret claws at me, for I was there and could have risen against those fiends from Deadwind Pass. But it is a false regret. It is the same that plagues any survivor of a tragedy. I know that, had I left my place of hiding I too would have been killed, my body ripped and torn, and its pieces spread so widely that I would not be recognized._
_But, even though I know I could have done nothing to stop this heinous murder, one true regret does remain: I brought the Black Riders to Sven's farm. My discovery of the Scythe not only unleashed the Worgen upon Duskwood - it drew the Riders from Deadwind Pass. I know this because, just before they began their slaughter they asked one question to Sven's wife as she held her children close, giving them what comfort she could though she was certain death was near._
_"The Scythe of Elune." one of the Riders shrieked in a voice both harsh and shrill, like the grinding of an axe on stone. And the last word - Elune - it croaked, as if choking on the sound. Dread gripped me when I heard that voice, both from the horrid sound of it, and because... I knew the Scythe of which the Rider spoke. It must be the same cursed thing I drew from the rocks of Roland's Doom days before. It was what the Black Riders sought! And it was what would kill Sven's family._
_I never learned the name of Sven's wife, as she was only ever called "dearest," and "my love," and "mommy" by her husband and children. But I wish I knew it. I am the only living memory of her deed that day, and although she was just a farmer's wife, never have I seen a man or woman act with such bravery. Of course she did not know of the Scythe, but when she learned the Riders sought it, in an instant a plan formed in her head. And it was bold and clever. If only it had worked._
_"The Scythe?" she said in a calm voice. "Of course I do. Who here wouldn't?" She looked at the Riders with steady eyes, and I would have sworn she spoke the truth if I had not known better. There was no way she could know about the Scythe. Her gambit paid off. The same Rider who uttered the question before bent his head slightly toward her, and shrieked, "Where?"_
_"I'll take you. All of you," she said, and I could see a small hope flicker behind her eyes._
_"But the way is far, and my children would slow us. We must leave them."_
_Her trick was simple, but simple tricks have the best hope of success. If it worked, it would lead the Riders away from the farm. She would be lost, but her children would be safe. And it would work, if only the Riders believed her noble lies._
_Although I have never been a student of the Light, I prayed fiercely for Sven's wife as she stood against those terrible Riders. "Please," I prayed. "Let them believe."_
_They stood, frozen, and she met their gazes with calm. Then one rider looked up, as if hearing a distant call. He drew from his garb a small gem and peered into it. He then gestured with the bauble toward Sven's wife. A light crept from the Rider toward the woman, shaping itself into a grim, white hand. She stared into the light, unflinching, but I could see uncertainty behind her mask of confidence. When the hand reached her, it spread its fingers over her head._
_And it squeezed._
_Sven's wife stood rigid as a board, and her eyes grew wide. And although her lips pulled back to mouth a scream, no sound escaped. After a few moments of this torture the hand released her, dropping her to her knees. The Rider who held the bauble then sat erect in his saddle, and a loud voice erupted from it._
_"This woman lies," it said in a voice that has scarred my dreams. "She has not seen the Scythe."_
_After this, the Rider's shoulders stooped slightly, as if a spirit within him had fled. And then in the old, shrieking voice it used earlier, these final words were uttered:_
_"The Lord has spoken. Kill them."_
_I cannot describe what happened next. It is clear in my mind, but even my wretched soul cannot put to paper the events of those next few, grisly minutes._
_I can only write that Sven's family was killed. And soon after, Sven returned to this grim, deathly scene. Such grief was in him that I was afraid to show myself. And so afraid was I that he would find me, I fled from my hiding spot in the barn. I do not know where Sven is now, but I pray he will, some day, find peace._
_I spent the next few weeks moving from place to place, never lingering for fear of the Riders. I am now in the abandoned town of Raven's Hill, as always, hiding. I cannot face whatever power they used against Sven's wife, and I know it searches Duskwood, even still, for the Scythe. It is lost to me, and I thank the Light for this, for had I kept it I know I would have been found. Even now, I know in my heart that I will be found._
_I'm so tired._
_- Jitters’ Completed Journal_
When you cross the wrong river...
I remember back in 2005 I was so fascinated by the world that I left Elwyn forest with my noob human priest in pursue of adventure and headed in a random direction. I stumbled upon a small river, the other shore looked a lot gloomier to boost my curiosity even more. So I swam across the river and went uphill. The surroundings and nature were becoming darker and darker, the air was filled with sense of danger. Then in a few moments I was attacked by a huge ghoul with an skull on the mob's icon. I was dead in like a couple of seconds but left with a falvour full of mystery and anticipation of future adventures. That was the most pleasant death in the my whole gaming history.
irmscher9 My friend and I started at the same time and had the exact same experience! It’s because of that reason that Duskwood is still my favourite even though I don’t play anymore.
Stiches was creepy, yes. He used to scare me too with level 28.
Same... best time of my life
First of all, I love Earth Worm Jim, so great icon, OP. Secondly, I first played in 2004 or so and I was mystified by my Night Elf Druid and the starting zone on Teldrassil. I spent like 3 weeks getting off of that island and I loved every minute of it.
My climb to level 60 was brutally slow, both because of internet, and because of time limits. I'll never forget earning my first set of Wildheart Armor, either.
I have memories in this world. They are windows I look through with my mind's eye. So fondly remembered, all my friends and foes. The grind for gold back then was unreal.
...ah yes...
...there were times I believed I was Viera the Night Elf Druid.
I can feel it
My favourite quest in all of WoW came from here, with the tale of Morgan Ladimore. I was a human paladin so of course I ventured in, and low-level as I was wanted to go out questing into this dark spooky zone. Get my hands dirty fighting zombies, but discover this old gravestone with disturbed dirt. ...Lo and behold it belongs to a former soldier, Morgan, who died fighting the good fight and believing his family all dead. I'm tasked to take down the undead beast he's been turned into, and it's the most pitched battle I've had yet. ...Then I get to tell him his daughter survived, and he grants me the Restored Archeus, this old beautiful blade for the Light. ...Still have that thing in my bank, and transmog it to be the look of my sword in every new expac as I journey forth. Still the most personal, warm quest I've ever had.
I know, ffs that was a great quest line.
Yes, great quest! Unfortunately I've never played to the point where transmog was introduced. But I kept the sword as long as I could anyway.
This goes to all the people claiming that WoW quests were boring or shallow..
It's not the quests' fault if you don't read them, you dimwits!
Brought a green, goopy tear to my undead eye. Next time I'm in Duskwood I will save a noob from Stitches in your honor.
Duskwood used to scare the hell out of me... still does, if I'm honest. Thank you for uploading!
Me too! So spooky.
The eyes in the bushes used to freak me out haha
The worgen scared me more than the undead 😂
@@AnimeViewer181 So you're a cataclysm player? ;)
@@boyd1998 Nah I started playing in 2017, during the Legion days. I had a quest in Duskwood and those invisible worgen who spawn before you all of a sudden freaked me out at first. 😂😂
STITCHES IS ON THE ROAD!!!
He killed a lof of NPC guards in Darkshire today morning, it was great to watch! Thank Blizzard for classic!!!
He was a tough one. A friend on his 29 War and me on my 29 Pally took him down once and it took a long time, lol.
@@l337pwnage with assistance of guard, wow.
@@Anudorini-Talah It's on my channel, there is no guard. We were just lucky another player didn't show up and wreck the fun.
Basically world of warcraft is the best place to look for D&D background music.
That’s what I do whenever my friend asks for help setting up the ambience, I have tracks for almost everything, from a casual stroll on a busy market street to a creepy forest, wow has it covered.
I had never noticed before that the iron arch at the entrance of Darkshire actually says 'Darkshire' on it!
lol, me neither.
There's also a sign in Westfall that says Westfall
Even in french, they didn't translate it and it took me about 14 years to notice it
Duskwood, Westfall and Elwynn Forest are my three favourite places in WoW. Nothing compares to those first couple of months in late vanilla when I first started playing my warrior and working my way through those zones. No game has ever even come close to giving me that same feeling. It is indescribable.
That's exactly me with Tirisfal, Silverpine, and Hillsbrad. I know the feeling. The human zones are my second favorite.
Perfect porch music for Halloween 🎃
i distinctly recall masses of lowbies, piling into the inn to hide from the horde raiders who routinely rode in from stranglethorn vale, both factions screaming at each other in leetspeak until the 60's rolled in from SWC for some good old-fashioned world pvp. at which point we'd all run out and get a few shots or dots in.
damn, i'm fucking old. good times though, definitely good times.
You can't be a real girl? 2004-2006 WoW saw a total of three girls! None of them named "Madelein..."
When I first started playing back in 08, I had a computer that could barely play WoW. I had to crank all my settings down, which had the effect in this Zone of making visibility near 0 and there was just blackness all around. it was like a horror movie, even walking the road. Most times stuff would aggro on you while still hidden in darkness so it was always a terror. and coming across stitches on the road... oh holy- Scared the pants off of me then, but it's great memories now.
That sounds awesome!
I used to be scared of this forest as a child. One of my favorite zones though. The lore and atmosphere is great. The best part of leveling was my journey from EF, through Westfall and Redridge to Duskwood. Simple times. Great experience.
I love WoW music but it makes me so sad to listen to the classic soundtrack... I'll never see WoW through the eyes of a child again :( You'll always have a place in my heart WoW
This, so much. I can still enjoy the music/ambience but the game itself has long lost most of its magic...
I regret always playing only two/three months per year, should've played more back then, when I started (just b4 TBC), and should've also started earlier. But I didn't have a say on these, life's a bitch (always had PC/internet issues and parents who wouldn't let me play 😑 I want a second life, preferably in a world that lets you enjoy things...).
Maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to play classic for a while? Although it's not gonna be the same anyway😿
@@hawkstrike18 Tbh the magic is still there. It just tends to shatter as soon as you run into other players of the powergamer kind or give in to overinforming / min-maxing.
@@tarron3237 aw. So how do you play this version that has all the old memories?
@@ABoxIsMyHome WoW Classic still running.
@@OMGtheykilledKenny42 is it how it was originally?
Being a newbie leveling in Elwynn Forest and accidentally stumbling into Duskwood was one of the big highlights of my time playing Vanilla WoW.
I still remember fighting Stitches, Mor'Ladim, and Stalvan Mistmantle!
I remember the first time I ran through Duskwood from Westfall.
I was playing a human mage and wanted to explore. I remember seeing the woods and wondering what was over there, so I decided to make the trek and investigate. It was so eerie. The music and scenery really didn't help the fact I happened to be playing at night. And then it happened; a wolf which high level came charging at me. I freaked out and cast frost nova to trap it in place and took off running. The wolf gave chase and I was blinking just to stay ahead because the thing was so fast. My heart was beating and I was praying for the cooldown to end just so I could cast frost nova again. Thankfully, I was able to get out of there before the thing got me. I stayed in Westfall and Redridge for awhile before I ventured into Duskwood again.
I will say that the Stalvan Mistmantle quest chain is one of my all time favorites and (IMO) has the second greatest name for an item in the game: the Ring of Forlorn Spirits.
Ahh Duskwood, so menacing, yet so mysterious and magical. I always remember feeling safe and cozy after returning to a human camp from a long adventurous quest :).
So many folks are thanking you for the memory of simpler times. For me, I played a lot of WoW in a complicated time in my life. Listening to this again just reminds me of one of the brighter, better moments in those difficult times. WoW got me through a pretty good amount of it and was the highlight of a lot of it. Thanks for posting these, I really enjoy them.
You and I both. This game is one of the few things that can help me during a massive panic attack and anxiety.
im obsessed with wow and i dont even play anymore =[
the atmosphere and feeling of the world never really change, even if the gameplay does
That's because it rocks (or used to, when more people played it, now it's just too quiet on most realms), and real life sucks (we make it suck, too, by not even trying to unite to solve humanity's problems, by focusing on the real causes instead of some factors or symptoms, which is what most ppl do due to their lack of logic).
In other words: same here.
same
@@hawkstrike18 great comment!
Same, even with a lot of flaws with the storylines and everything, my love for WoW never ceases even after I stopped playing. There's just something about WoW that basically made the game long-lived. I wouldn't be surprised if WoW still exists in the next decade.
I am Sir Thomas Bates of the Brotherhood of the Horse. I come to Scarlet Raven Tavern in Darkshire every night to people watch. You don't get too many travelers in Duskwood. Ever since the curse of eternal night fell on the land, only the brave, the strong, or the foolish come here. I see young men drink their fill of mead, make their exit, and never return.
The forests are not kind to adventurers. Restless dead and wolf men lie in wait for the unwary who do not understand the perils of Duskwood, thinking their quests to be as simple as the Kobolds up north. How I pity them. For years this has been the story, good men going into the wilderness just to fuel the ranks of the dead.
It is high time I returned to my patrol, the tavern noise makes me weary. More than thirty years I have served this place for the Alliance, and I do not intend to retire any time soon. Sleep can wait until this cursed ground finds peace...
I am Sir Thomas Bates of the Brotherhood of the Horse. I have been dead since the First War. But I do not care. There are people to protect. So be cautious when you ride into these woods... You never know who or what may be watching.
This was probably my favorite zone in all of Vanilla Wow. I just love the atmosphere of mystery and thrill. Seeing this zone again with updated graphics is such an eye candy.
Me inside the ancient volcano crater thing:
"IT'S TELDRASSIL BUT IN DUSKWOOD!!!"
The lanterns shining on the fence in the dark . . . oh my god perfect
One of the best-designed zones in the entire game! Nothing can match its mood, other than maybe Eastern Plaguelands.
Darkshire and The Legend of Stalvan
That quest was dark, really fits the zone.
There is just something unnervingly calming about undead or dark and gloomy areas. Every shadow can hide a foe. Every corner can be your doom. Every tree, stone and piece of ground appears to be looking at you, or ready to give way for something foul and horrendous. The very air and atmosphere is thick with suspense and you can almost feel and smell the cold forest air as you're immersed in the almost completely inescapable darkness that calls from all around you. The grass has a sludgy wetness to it, the trees are the kind of moist that exists in swamps, but being a forest makes it just so much worse. The very stone seems to break and reform with every passing moment, and the dirt itself just feels deathly hateful of you.
Welcome... to the realm of the Forsaken/Undead Scourge. Here, there truly be monsters.
Evil Elwynn Forest lol. A masterfully crafted zone that always gives me some sort of chills when I’m venturing through.
I remember the gripping fear this place had over my 12 year old heart. IT's due to things like Duskwood that age me my fear of the horror genre. I adore it so much and its my favorite part of leveling an Alliance character.
Tonight, i will sleep, listening to this sound... Love this dark, mystic , spiritual atmosphere
Terrifying place to level...from the tranquility of Elwynn to the horrors of Duskwood. Chills still 😏
This is Easily one of my favorite zones in Vanilla /Classic WoW. The ambience and quest line is great.
This zone is one of big reasons why I am rolling Alliance for Classic. This is coming from a veteran horde player.
I have the same dilemma, I'm coming back for classic and have been Horde for ages. However my first toons were Alliance back in TBC and this is still my favourite zone in all of original Azeroth!
Did you roll Alliance then?
No one fucking cares.
Let me catch you in the street b it’s on
Amazing zone. I remember being scared to go off the path and eventually checking out all the farms and buildings around the town thinking I would find someone. The long quest lines with Stalvin, Sven, the Worgen, the Embalmer...so much back story it fit the epic nature of the gameplay. I remember feeling like an explorer going through the tunnel that connected the crypts in the graveyard. Loved the abandoned little town, and the desperate feel to the one remaining inhabited town.
Local Defense: Darkshire is under attack
Local Defense: Darkshire is under attack
Local Defense: Darkshire is under attack
I remember coming out of Elwynn Forest for the first time to the fork in the road between Redridge Mountains on the left and Duskwood on the right, and going right and seeing the lights dim and the music change to some kind of Ravenloft type zone and there being some big ole spiders that could one shot me if I got too close, and I thought.... man, this game is awesome. There aren't too many zones in the whole game, in any xpac, with whatever intangible Duskwood has to make it so striking and memorable, but whatever Duskwood has, it has it in spades.
I really hope you are going to remake all of these for the classic zones, that would be awesome
Seems a bit redundant to bother but I wouldn't mind Everness making some classic content.
Yess
The atmosphere in vanilla WoW is so overwhelming.. it gives me chills even after so many years.
Duskwood is one hell of a spooky place. I bet here are a ton of stories around first time Stitches encounters.. 😄
Memories of running for my life as a mage, spamming frost nova and blink to escape from a wolf that I aggro'd because I was way too low level to ever be in Duskwood. Such a thrilling experience to have made back to the Westfall border alive. 😄
I remember my first experience with Duskwood. My brother and I, were 12 and 11 respectfully, and going through Elwynn - our computers are in separate rooms so we're shouting at each other through the hallway. We're both a little curious what's beyond the river, so he goes ahead of me and says: "Oh dude, there's skeletons here. OH DUDE THE SKELETONS HAVE SKULL LEVELS!" And I was like: "What?! That's crazy!" So I followed behind him. He, using his braincells, rain away. I, not using my braincells, walked closer to the cemetery and one skeleton aggroed me from an obnoxious range. I ran away terrified, but the bugger got me just before I can get out of its aggro radius.
Fun times.
Duskwood always reminded me of the movie Sleepy Hollow... loved the quests and atmosphere there :)
best zone in the whole game. The design, the vibes. It's just different.
Duskwood brings back fond memories like none other... ☠️
I was a dimicky undead rogue who loved preying on those Allies who wandered Duskwood's foggy roads, _especially_ those who descended into the west crypts.
As an undead mage, I did the same thing in the hills southeast of Darkshire 💀🤣
my favorite zone. if i could live in wow classic i would inhabit one of the small houses up on Raven Hill, just outside the cemetery.
My RPPvP guild was based here, in Darkshire.
Miss y’all, wherever you are…
“For the Dusk!”
That feeling when you're low level and stumble into the twilight Grove where one of the corrupted emerald dragons is just sitting there waiting for you.
Back during vanilla I always hoped I’d see the headless horseman in duskwood, before he was added into the game as a Halloween event.
I remember questing along the banks of Elwyn Forest and I could see Duskwood from across the water and how I couldnt wait to explore there. I remember seeing the spiders and wolves patrolling the banks on the ither side and they all had a 💀
Still my favorite zone in the game. It's like having an on-demand Halloween vibe all year round. Gilneas is a VERY close second, and honestly I still feel Gilneas is severely underutilized. I wish they'd rebuild it and make it a second hub city, similar to how Orgrimmar has Undercity as a sort of "sister" city.
Yes i agree. I remember my first toon a worgen warlock,shellock. I made him on my moms account when i was a child, i got my account a decade later and used a character transfer and also switching my name into something with a V. We can stop the furry jokes about worgen and start pulling them at the vulpera more😅because some players enjoy worgen because of their edgy and pheraps gothic lore.
!Love the music in Duskwood! Haven’t played in a long time
Just when I thought everything was crimson and clover when I was in Duskwood as contested territory. Then I got into Stranglethorn and thinking it was the exact same as Duskwood.
Thanks for the classic WoW memories.
Being the edgy edgelord that I am, I'll always favor this place - though I actually really enjoyed the zone's atmosphere, quests, and the lore to it. Spooky as it was
I remember when I first started playing WoW in 2008, this place gave be the creeps. I remember 1st crossing the river dividing it from elwynn forest. I was too low level. This is before I knew the mobs were lvl 19-20+ I was only about lvl 7 at the time. I died almost instantly when I was swarmed by wolves and spiders. I thought, man, it's gonna take me a long time to lvl high enough to fight these guys. Then when I was high enough to enter Duskwood, I ran into the wandering "Stitches". He killed me almost as quick.
Best damn zone for Vanilla WoW evah!!
Such rich dread it hangs in the air. ;)
This was one of my favourite places in wow...❤️
I remember questing in Elwynn forest on my Paladin in 2005, and I decided to swim across the river to the other side to check it out, only to be cheerfully greeted by Wolves with a skull on the level icon (level 20) who tore me to shreds instantly.
Good times 👍
I remember looking across the river as I was out mining gold near Lakeshire so that I might craft better armor for myself, and seeing a place in stark contrast to where I was in Elwynn Forest. A dark and foreboding place. I felt compelled to cross the river to get a closer look, so I swam across. As I made my way inland it became darker and darker. I spoke to no one in Darkshire, as I wandered past withering farms and broken down houses and barns. This would be my first encounter with the un-dead. Being inexperienced in combat with such creatures, I tried my best to avoid direct contact until I reached the Raven Hill Cemetery. As I looked upon the many gravestones in the field something moved behind me. I never saw him coming or even heard his footsteps. As I lay on the ground the last sight I saw was a huge lumbering skeleton dressed in armor and a helm turning away from me and disappearing into the darkness once again. Somehow, I awoke back in Darkshire, my warriors armor damaged, and my health condition was poor to say the least. I soon left that place realizing I had made a great mistake in coming here. I was ill prepared for the horrors that existed in this cursed land. I made a promise to myself as I looked back across the river from Lakeshire, that one day I would return to that cursed place and rid Azeroth of the huge skeletal warrior who hunted the living there. The one they called Mor'Ladim. It was only after I eventually returned to Darkshire that I learned his sad and tragic story. What had started out in my mind as a desire for revenge and retribution turned into an act of compassion and sympathy as I finally ended Morgan Ladimore's grief and suffering. Placing his last surviving daughter's ring at his now, final resting place, his spirit spoke to me. He could now be at peace knowing his daughter Sarah had survived, and in gratitude offered his sword, Archeus. To use it for what it was originally meant for. To serve the light and the good people of Azeroth. I will never forget my time in Duskwood or that particular quest until the end of my days.
There was soo much things to remember of dusk wood.
It was the first place I've been where the mobs dropped silver instead of copper, and I specifically remember the picture 'painted' in my mind of a zombie standing blocking the path to the ghost women's house.
Then there was the time in good old war lords of draenor before the leveling blend in leigion. I remember the bears roaming besides the dark ominus rivers when I was still level 18 in westfall, with half my gear broken because I didn't know how to repair it back then, and staring at the level 24 bears on the other side.
The zone was so scary that I didn't even want to finish the leveling experience, since back then I was only in grade 3. I got to the pumpkin patch quest and then just went back to the saftey of stormwind to spam dungeons and kill mobs before my level 34 sister came along and swimmed with me through the river to northern stranglethorn.
I remember I first played this zone in October and it was perfect. I would play this in my pitch black basement at 3am hahaha
This place used to scare the daylights out of us when we played. I was terrified of Mor'Ladim, and always ran when I saw him approaching in Raven Hill cemetary. As I got better at playing and leveled up, I liked to return to Duskwood. Whenever I was at Raven Hill I'd be sure to go upstairs in one of the houses and buy the Shadow Oil recipe from the goblin vendor as it would always sell well at the AH.
This will play the whole October on my pc
One of my top five favorite zones in the game for its storylines and its music and I'm looking forward to Classic wow when I can go back and do all the old questlines again the way they used to be
Even more scarier on HC now eh?
Duskwood and stv still best vanilla zone imo ungoro is cool too.
I wish my Un’goro video was still up, it came out really well, good track list. An unidentified copyright problem killed it.
Duskwood was alot of fun.
One of the best zones
12:48 is so haunting and beautiful...
Years ago. My friend told me he saw a big dragon in the middle of the duskwood last night.
We go, nothing there, I laughed.
now I know i was wrong. There IS a big folking green dragon in dustwood.
Duskwood is one of those regions that was screaming to have an instance. I always wanted to learn more about the Dark Riders and was never really satisfied with how Blizzard handled them(not to mention it took them many years and expansions to get back to it when I was long done with the game anyways). How awesome would it have been to discover that the catacombs under Ravenhill were actually much deeper and the Riders had been spotted after you kill off Morbent Fel and think the zone is basically saved?
Still buying the expansions after i dont play it for years amymore... Just to support the Devs. This Game is way more than a Game... Its a part of Gamingculture and evolution... a true Milestone in the Gamingindustry....
The first area where you realize that shit is getting real.
Only exception is taking the path to Burning Steppes from Redridge.
My favorite zone in WoW, I still remember wandering around that dark shadowy place full or mysteries when I was around 12 years old. Still remember some horde rogues killing low level alliance. It was just even more dark in that area. Felt anything could come shank you at anytime. People dueling outside the inn was also nice.
The channel gives me so much feels. . . ;w; ♡
so schön düster und dunkel
Please make more classic Wow staff. It is amazing what you do and I love it!
Когда приезжаю на дачу, готовлю мясо на костре, потом выключаю свет, сажусь на улице и включаю эту музыку, слушаю каждый шорох от листвы деревьев, слышу как шуршат ежики и тд и тп, такой кайф, очень атмосферно.
Thank you for makking this video dude
I loved this zone as a child!
I use to be so scared of this place when i first started playing lol!!
The ambience in zones like this and tirisfal glade gave me headaches when I was playing with headphones. There's a constant reverberation I can only hear with headphones and I know it's tied to the ambience audio channel. Has anybody else experienced this reverb effect?
Stitches FTW! best NPC in the game.....love this zone. So atmospheric, learning how to farm dozens of mobs at a time with a frost mage in that graveyard...and after years finding those awsome tunnels under the graveyards... best place.
Those invisible worgen who'd come out of nowhere and attack you scared the hell out of me when I first went in Duskwood.😂😂
The graveyards made it extra creepy
Awesomeness at its finest!
This probably the first place make me want to log off my character in tavern's bed.
My most favorite place to quest. =)
Do you guys notice that the main Duskwood theme is the exact contradiction to the main Elwynn Forest theme? It's the same but in a minor key instead of a major key.
A lot of People crossed that river
I like this music, so relaxing.
Reminds me so much of Fable music.
Came down here looking to see if anyone felt the same! Glad i'm not alone lol
I love you for still uploading these videos!
One of best places
This was my fav place to go ganking with my undead rogue :). Yes, I was that guy!
And then i logged over and destroyed you 😂😂😂😂
@@theHeatforSpeed Probably, can't win em all.
The story of Morgan Ladimore is really sad..
@nomad jensen That's really cool! You really were more connected to the story back in vanilla. Great nostalgia!
I want classic wow NOW. I miss it so much.
I got so lost here and actually started to cry. I completely became so embarrassed and emotionally messed up. My mom had to come and get me. I did not know I could herth out and get back to Stormwind. I was in by the black widow spider 🕷. I was on my warlock Frauhedwig losing my freaking mind.
No one could escape stitches
I used to love this place to level up in, I started playing wow when I was probably about 20, i must've been pretty dense, but, I remember every time I would come here, always wondering if this place was trying to be a spooky place, it took my third place to finally realize that yes, it was a spooky place, but, I think if there's ever a spooky place in wow, it's the plaguelands and that other town next to the plaguelands
Who misses the old worgen models in this area? I know I do ♡
They were scarier and ran on all fours!
I rolled several characters just to do the Duskwood quests. My favourite was Morbent Fel on my druid, I swapped the special off-hand item to disturb his aura but that swapped out the staff so I killed Morbent Fel with my mining pick.
I used to call the black worgs in this area cookies! I was just a kid playing classic at the time hahah
My favourite area in the entire game.