The Darkfallen and Sanlayn guideThe Darkfallen and Sanlayn guide3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Darkfallen, San'layn.
Welcome to the Darkfallen, San'layn guide. Here you can find all the information currently known about the race and faction. Information will be added over time if anything new becomes available.
Before you decide to make a Darkfallen character.
Think for a moment. Reconsider, maybe. Playing a Darkfallen is considered difficult, if near impossible, to pull off.
First of all, they aren't vampires.
Second, they're undead. Not attractive and glitzy.
Third, they cannot create other Darkfallen.
Fourth, they're most likely Scourge loyal.
Racial name: Darkfallen.
'Faction name': San'layn, of the Scourge.
Previous race: Blood elf only.
Language(s): Thalassian, Common.
The Darkfallen are the elite, immortal soldiers of the Scourge
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GAZINKA "GAZ" PENNYROYAL
First Name: Gazinka
Sur Name: Pennyroyal
Nicknames?: Just call her Gaz.
Title(s): Co-Owner of the Green Queen Inn
Age: 26 (Not 100% sure on Gobbo-aging, so I'll use human years for now)
Figure: Rather lady-like, actually, but she has more muscle than most. Not quite orc-like, but more than your average girl.
Height: 3'4" ( a little tall for a goblin)
Weight: "Ya want I should poke yer eye out?"
Birthplace: Isle of Kezan
Dwelling Place/Current Home: Orgrimmar, with frequent trips to Undercity and Silvermoon.
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