THE CENARION
CIRCLE
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o... Cenarius is a bad ass. A demigod that protects nature and all its glorious creatures. And one day, Cenarius met the night
elf who he would train to become the first druid.
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That night elf was Malfurion Stormrage.
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But we'll get to that.
Alright, so according to the old tauren myth "The White Stag and the Moon," Cenarius is the son of a Wild God, the white stag Malorne, and Elune, the Moon Goddess. Yup. We're going full blown Greek mythology style with this one.
Until many millennia later, when a night elf named Malfurion Stormrage, an elf with high regard for the natural world, comes across some old myths and teachings of the ancient demigod.
Elune knows she can't raise the demigod, cause he's more creature than immortal. And Malorne can't bring up the kid either.
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So Ysera, Green Aspect and Protector of the Emerald Dream, adopts Cenarius and teaches him everything she knows.
Ysera raises Cenarius and he becomes this powerful ass creature, versed in the Natural World and protecting the Dream. Now sometime around this point, the tauren believe that the demigod first bestowed his knowledge to their race and taught them the ways of druidism.
Nope. Sorry tauren. Your mythology is wrong.
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The first druid, like I said before, was the night elf, Malfurion Stormrage.
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Suck it tauren.
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The night elves began to develop around the Well of Eternity, and they were curious little things, especially regarding the powerful beings, including Cenarius. The demigod favored the night elves and began to teach them about the natural world. (Yeah Cen, they're my fav too!)
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But over time, the night elves began to thirst after the arcane arts, favoring spanning cities over the forests Cenarius held dear. He eventually left lands of the Kal'dorei, respecting their choices while disagreeing with their path.
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He disappeared into the woodlands to become a myth.
Mal convinces his brother, Illidan (ILLIDAAAAAAAAAN) and their friend Tyrande Whisperwind to search the forests for the fabled Cenarius.
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While it's a fun little adventure, the trio never actually expect to find him. After all, he's just a story of old legend.
But the woodland creatures bring word to Cenarius of the three curious night elves searching for him. So imagine their fucking surprise when one day the demigod emerges from the trees. Cenarius knew that Malfurion had great potential, while Illidan was impatient and Tyrande was already on her path the becoming a priestess. He decided to train all of them, but knew Malfurion would be the only one to become a true thero'shan (honored student).
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So now we have the first druid.
With the growing threats to Azeroth and the Natural World, Mafurion decides that he needs to gather train some more druids to keep shit from getting fucked up.
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It all started as a way to fight the growing hordes of worgen, but eventually Mal realizes that the need is greater than a pack of wolves and appeals to Remulos, a son of Cenarius, to help him build this posse.
Remulos is on this shit. Time to make an army of druids. But not just night elves. Cause there are some tauren that know of Cenarius and the ways of the druid that could help out. So now we have a Cenarion Circle, open to both Alliance and Horde druids - a neutral faction for those that follow druidism.
They build a bad ass base in Moonglade. You've been there druids. And Lunar Festival shit happens here too. It's pretty as hell. Seriously.
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Major forts are also put in Silithus. 'Cause fuck those bugs.
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Not everything is peachy keen though. Staghelm ( yeah we killed his ass in Firelands) ends up being a jack ass and helping Xavius corrupt the Emerald Dream. He also objects to tauren being in the circle. Fucking racist...
So Staghelm is a dick. Mal was asleep for a long ass time. And I mean a looooooong as time. Like... ten thousand years long.
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But druids are holding down the fort, making refuges in Outlands. Fighting big ass bugs. Taking out Twilight Cultists.
Legion comes along, and the circle goes back to where it all began - the forests of Val'Sharah where Cenarius originally taught Mal the ways of the druid.
Mal's awake. 'Cause... you know... there was a Cataclysm. Now Xavius is a threat again, dragging Cenarius into the Nightmare like a bitch. But we got this. We smack the shit outta him til he wakes up, then take out Xavius. 'Cause that's what we do.
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So whether you're a kitty, a roid bear, Hots 'n motherfucking Dots, or a giant chicken with antlers... you're an Arch Druid. You help run this shit.
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Know your history my druidic friends. Some of the best lore in the game. But more on that shit later. The most important thing to know -obviously - is that fucking Broll Bearmantle is nature's RAGE.