My Character
Ceremonial letters etched on the formal looking patch of leatherwork in your hands indicate an attention to detail that the message itself almost betrays.
The door before which you stand swings wide open and an usher helps you to a seat in a ramshackle workshop converted into a theatre. The lights dim.
A hunched troll with a green mohawk strolls in from stage-left, peering out at you over long forward facing tusks that look like they were lined up with the express purpose of increasing aerodynamics of some goblin flying contraption.
"Greetings mon! Your presence honors me. And now we be on with dis show." - He shoots a familiar grin to an uncomfortable looking female troll in the audience as he walks off stage.
A strange but artful combination of live actors, meticulously painted hides and vocal effects play out a series of scenes:
Act I
A teenage Zoopagoo sees his parents murdered before him in their village.
He escapes capture of Zalazane’s forces on his homeland years ago half out of his nut by squeezing into an enclosed den in the jungle. A coconut sits, unspectingly in the center of the clearing.
The young troll cradles the coconut head and weeps and speaks to him.
"Zoopagoo… are you Zoopagoo? No, you’re not Zoopagoo. I am Zoopagoo.
We be more den ourselves young one. We must be more. We must be many, of nature. To survive. To beat dem all!"
He listens, calming. Gathering strength. Returning to mind.
Act II
The great Vol’jin telling the Darkspear tribe they must retreat from their home on the Echo isles before Zalazane can destroy them all.
A defiant young teenage Zoopagoo seems to be the focus. He stays behind with others, yelling that they can’t take his home. You see Zen’tabra in the group with him, counseling that the loa that have gone dead quiet will be with them once again.
Zen’tabra and followers retreat to a cave, where she has her historic vision from Gonk leads to finding the Emerald Dream in peril and teaching her and many other Trolls who stayed behind to believe in the many spirits of nature and learn Druidism.
Act III
Zoopagoo himself but in a lithe and powerful Feral form, hunting Zalazane’s forces like they once hunted him. No longer afraid. But always with his coconut, Zoopagoo.
The one from which he took his name and his strength. It has a face now. They share the same face. They speak in whispers sometimes.
Finally, the show winds up in the big finale with Vol’jin returning with his Darkspear forces and the defeat of Zalazane.
Curtain. The house lights come up.
The hunched troll strolls back out on stage and claps his long hands together.
"Ironsong Tribe members, friends, we be hopin’ you enjoyed our show, and dat it gave you a better feel for how my youth shaped me.
Now that da Legion is upon us, it is vital that we gather to work as a group and defeat dis enemy together. We be less as one. More as many.
To defeat dat Legion mon, we must be ourselves - so many - legion."
Zoopagoo fidgets and looks over at a carved coconut just off stage on a shelf expectantly… nods.
Myself
Ceremonial letters etched on the formal looking patch of leatherwork in your hands indicate an attention to detail that the message itself almost betrays.
Quote:"Ironsong Tribe Guest,Me acting troupe be makin’ special performance for ya.Be tellin’ biographical story of great history yeaaaarrss ago mon.Me work with your leadership on time of your convenience."<directions enclosed>
The door before which you stand swings wide open and an usher helps you to a seat in a ramshackle workshop converted into a theatre. The lights dim.
A hunched troll with a green mohawk strolls in from stage-left, peering out at you over long forward facing tusks that look like they were lined up with the express purpose of increasing aerodynamics of some goblin flying contraption.
"Greetings mon! Your presence honors me. And now we be on with dis show." - He shoots a familiar grin to an uncomfortable looking female troll in the audience as he walks off stage.
A strange but artful combination of live actors, meticulously painted hides and vocal effects play out a series of scenes:
Act I
A teenage Zoopagoo sees his parents murdered before him in their village.
He escapes capture of Zalazane’s forces on his homeland years ago half out of his nut by squeezing into an enclosed den in the jungle. A coconut sits, unspectingly in the center of the clearing.
The young troll cradles the coconut head and weeps and speaks to him.
"Zoopagoo… are you Zoopagoo? No, you’re not Zoopagoo. I am Zoopagoo.
We be more den ourselves young one. We must be more. We must be many, of nature. To survive. To beat dem all!"
He listens, calming. Gathering strength. Returning to mind.
Act II
The great Vol’jin telling the Darkspear tribe they must retreat from their home on the Echo isles before Zalazane can destroy them all.
A defiant young teenage Zoopagoo seems to be the focus. He stays behind with others, yelling that they can’t take his home. You see Zen’tabra in the group with him, counseling that the loa that have gone dead quiet will be with them once again.
Zen’tabra and followers retreat to a cave, where she has her historic vision from Gonk leads to finding the Emerald Dream in peril and teaching her and many other Trolls who stayed behind to believe in the many spirits of nature and learn Druidism.
Act III
Zoopagoo himself but in a lithe and powerful Feral form, hunting Zalazane’s forces like they once hunted him. No longer afraid. But always with his coconut, Zoopagoo.
The one from which he took his name and his strength. It has a face now. They share the same face. They speak in whispers sometimes.
Finally, the show winds up in the big finale with Vol’jin returning with his Darkspear forces and the defeat of Zalazane.
Curtain. The house lights come up.
The hunched troll strolls back out on stage and claps his long hands together.
"Ironsong Tribe members, friends, we be hopin’ you enjoyed our show, and dat it gave you a better feel for how my youth shaped me.
Now that da Legion is upon us, it is vital that we gather to work as a group and defeat dis enemy together. We be less as one. More as many.
To defeat dat Legion mon, we must be ourselves - so many - legion."
Zoopagoo fidgets and looks over at a carved coconut just off stage on a shelf expectantly… nods.
Myself
- Guilds My last two guilds are progression raiding guilds in other MMOs, Lotro and RIFT, months and years ago respectively.
- Expectations From Ironsong Tribe I'm looking for a place of Family, where I can contribute to others fun and success and get similar support and commraderie.
- Play length I am new to wow, but not to this game. This game of planning a character, grinding all things, perfecting rotations, learning dungeons, finding roles in dungeons and raids. Of enjoying a rich deep fantasy realm and quirky and entertaining characters within; some of them even NPCs!
- Play time I play after work, 6 or 7 pacific time and weekends. Typically I'm not up past midnight pacific since I'm up early mornings.
~ Zoopagoo