As I was spinning my way through Sholozar pursuing ore for my most recent obsession, my old pal Occulus logged in and said hi.
He shared with me his excitement about the upcoming Worgen, and his intention to make his Worgen a Druid.
Well, hells yes, same as me! Woot!
Then he mentioned that he was stoked about saving gold for his future Worgen to be… he had already saved up 10,000 gold this week towards his goal of having 50,000 gold when his Worgen began. You know, for those minor essentials like Epic Flying Form, Cold Weather Flying, a passenger Mammoth and a motorcycle allr eady and waiting for him.
But then he mentioned his excitement at the Goblin race mount, the go karts, and how he was slightly dissapointed that Worgen would be riding a Boar. And how the hell did that happen anyway? Why wouldn’t the Worgen just EAT the Boar?
Well, screenshot or it didn’t happen.
So Occulus coughed up a link to a screenshot, courtesy of MMO Champion;
Okay, that’s definitely a sketch of a Worgen on a Boar mount, from Blizzcon. Dude.
Back to this whole “Why would Worgen not eat their mount” thing.
Well, let’s face it, if you were a Boar, and a wolf thing jumped on your back, you’d run like hell, wouldn’t you?
I’m thinking a LOT higher base movement speed.
And then again, there’s that image I had…
Here comes a Worgen, riding into Stormwind.
A Guard stops him at the main gate. The Guard looks him over, and then looks his mount over.
The Worgen looks scruffy, scarred up and dusty, like he’d been lost in the Badlands for quite some time.
The Boar he’s riding is missing both ears, has an eyepatch, and has not one but TWO peg legs.
The Guard looks the Worgen up and down, and says, “Furball, that mount of your’n has seen better days. What in the world happened to him?”
The Worgen looks down at the Guard, and replies, “Well, I was looking for ore down in the southern part of the Badlands, and just when I got my pick stuck in, the damn rock came to life and attacked. This here Boar done got me out of there faster than shit through a goose!”
The Guard looks up at the Worgen and says, ‘Well, I can see that’d be a difficult position, but that doesn’t explain…”
The Worgen goes on to say, “Then later, we were over in the east part of the Badlands looking for ore, and a bunch of red flappy things started raining fire down all around us. This here Boar got me out of there alive when the fire was splashing around us harder than a cow pissing on a flat rock.”
The Guard eases his helmet back and says, “Well, that’s a mighty fast Boar, I’ll grant you, but I still don’t get…”
The Worgen then says, “And then we were over in the southwest of the Badlands looking for ore, and we found the motherload! And then, just as I was hauling away the biggest sack of iron and gold you ever saw, along came not one, not two, but five huge Ogres, led by this massive chief Ogre with a big stick! I thought we were done fer, but this here Boar got me AND the sack of ore out and gone, and left those Ogres standing there in our dust, just like a raid of noobs standing in Archavon’s fart cloud right afore the wipe.”
“Great!” yelled the Guard, “It’s a wonderful Boar that carried your furry tail out of a bunch of tight messes! I get it! Now tell me how in the hell it got so beat up?”
And the Worgen says, “Well, shoot, a Boar that good, you don’t eat it all at once, now do ya?”