**An old Orc shaman stands tall at the gates of Ironforge, his weathered face etched with a lifetime of experience and wisdom. He wears a long, flowing robe adorned with intricate runes, symbols of his magical power and connection to the elemental forces of the earth. His staff, made from gnarled wood and adorned with feathers and bones, crackles with arcane energy as he channels the power of the elements. Behind him, the imposing stone walls of Ironforge loom, their ancient architecture a testament to the enduring strength of the Dwarven kingdom. In the distance, the rugged peaks of the mountains rise, their snow-capped summits piercing the clouds. The sky is alive with vibrant hues of red and gold, a breathtaking display of the elemental forces that the shaman so expertly harnesses.** - Upscaled (Beta) by <@1005760295257509920> (relaxed)
An old Orc shaman stands tall at the gates of Ironforge, his weathered face etched with a lifetime of experience and wisdom. He wears a long, flowing robe adorned with intricate runes, symbols of his magical power and connection to the elemental forces of the earth. His staff, made from gnarled wood and adorned with feathers and bones, crackles with arcane energy as he channels the power of the elements. Behind him, the imposing stone walls of Ironforge loom, their ancient architecture a testament to the enduring strength of the Dwarven kingdom. In the distance, the rugged peaks of the mountains rise, their snowcapped summits piercing the clouds. The sky is alive with vibrant hues of red and gold, a breathtaking display of the elemental forces that the shaman so expertly harnesses.