I knew the solution was to join a new guild, but I also knew that I was mostly interested in Classic again because I was getting bored while waiting for Shadowlands to be released. I didn't want to join a guild and rely on them to help me with things when I know I'll be gone for a month or so and that I'll probably never be of any assistance to anyone. Fortunately, it turned out that some old friends with whom I used to play SWTOR and GW2 have a stable guild going in Classic, and they didn't care whether I was a raider or not. I'd have to return to Alliance, which meant I'd have to spend more money on TBC gold this time around.
I've never been a big fan of the other core Alliance races; I mean, I don't despise them or anything, but they just don't appeal to me. Humans in fantasy settings are notoriously difficult to sell, owing to their tendency to be dreadfully dull. Additionally, the female human models are not particularly attractive, and to make matters worse, I have always found the human female jokes to be offensive. They're just not my type of humor at all. Dwarves and Gnomes are fine, but I don't care for short races, so that leaves me with Night Elves. Additionally, I wanted to level a Druid, so Night Elves were the only source of WOW gold available to me.
I've always admired the Night Elf starting area. It's difficult to obtain WOW TBC gold, and the quests themselves are enjoyable, and I was relieved to discover that the passage of time had not dimmed my enthusiasm for this experience, though I did discover that my recall of the locations of various things was somewhat shaky. Or even which quests had similar locations so that I could group them together. Nonetheless, being back in this zone and hearing all of the wonderful music has been a wonderful experience that has been far better than I had anticipated.
What I was not prepared for was the sensation of returning to Darnassus for the first time after so many years. I had forgotten how the music changes as you enter, and it was only when I reached the top of the ramp at the Warrior's Terrace that the first beautiful view of the entire city appeared in front of me. You see, Darnassus has always been my favorite city in the Alliance. I went there to use the AH or just to hang out in a city that wasn't part of the current expansion, despite the fact that it was so far away from everything else. I would even go as far as passing through Dalaran or Stormwind on my way to Darnassus in order to use the AH. It just felt like home to me all the time.
With all of this in mind, I found myself flying around Stormwind after visiting the AH, and I ended up at the docks. The ship to Rut'theran Village was, of course, not running, but I did notice that there was a portal open to the village. So I decided to go ahead and try it and see what happened. The last time I went through a portal to Darnassus, it dropped me off at Darkshore, overlooking the charred ruins of Teldrassil, which was both sad and understandable. When I entered this portal, I fully expected it to transport me back to the Darkshore and perhaps even to the charred remains of Teldrassil. After all, it couldn't possibly be still on fire, could it?
However, to my surprise, I was not transported to Darkshore this time, but rather to Rut'theran Village. I noticed right away that Rut'theran Village isn't quite what it used to be. The buildings are still standing, but parts of the island are underwater, as is one of the huts. Even though it didn't appear to be a fire had occurred, it was clear that something terrible had occurred. That's when I realized what was going on. The pinkish/purple glow emanating from the teleporter that connects the village and Darnassus itself. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what I would find once I walked through the door. I wasn't sure how I'd react to seeing Darnassus in such disarray, but I had no choice but to find out. So I went through and was completely unprepared for what I found on the other side.
I walked through the door to find Darnassus exactly as I remembered him. Everything was in place, and all of the NPCs were going about their business as if nothing had happened. I didn't want to see the city destroyed, and I didn't want this to happen even more. In an instant, it was as if I had been told that all of the sadness I had felt when Teldrassil was destroyed didn't matter if I wanted to buy WOW gold for a good game. My sorrow was not only for losing the city I cherished, but also for all of the NPCs I was unable to save. The cruelty of putting the players who adored Darnassus through all of this and then having it not even matter in the end hit me like a ton of bricks.