"I want to build a serious World of Warcraft forum."
Taking a break in Stormwind, the four of them headed out to grab dinner at a small spot near campus. While they ate, Gabryell brought up his idea.
Carlos paused mid-meal and looked up. "Where'd that come from?"
"Right now there's no real WoW fansite out there," Gabryell said. "We're ahead of most players in level. We can start posting guides, share what we know—people will come. If it takes off, it becomes the place players go for info."
Carlos thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah… that could work. If it grows, Fearless gets exposure with it."
Igor leaned forward. "Alright, what are we calling it?"
"Azeroth National Geographic."
Igor grinned. "That actually sounds sick. Like the magazine, but WoW."
Carlos gave a small nod. "Works. After we clear Deadmines tonight, I'll grab a domain. Setting up a forum won't be a problem."
With the forum settled, Gabryell moved on to his next idea—addons and voice chat.
Carlos frowned slightly. "Addons? Wouldn't that get us banned? Sounds a lot like cheating."
"I know what you mean," Gabryell said. "But we're not making cheats—just tools. UI stuff, info, quality of life."
He leaned back a bit, thinking it through as he spoke.
"Once we've got a basic version, I'll send it to Blizzard. If they look it over and it's clean, there's no reason they wouldn't allow it."
Without addons, WoW would feel way harder than it needs to be. Too clunky, too punishing—and players would burn out fast.
He was sure of it. Blizzard would end up allowing addons, just like before.
After just one day of playing, Carlos already got how rough WoW felt without any help. If it weren't for Gabryell, they'd probably still be running all over the map like everyone else—trying to find quest NPCs, hunting mobs, stuck under level 10.
"Yeah… I can see it working."
Igor leaned back. "Back in games like Tibia and Ragnarok, people used to get banned for stuff like that. Now devs just build those features into the game themselves. If anything, we'd be doing Blizzard a favor."
Hugo jumped in. "I've got the translation covered."
Out of the four of them, his knowledge he spoke three languages and had been studying it since elementary school, way ahead of the others.
Carlos glanced over. "What about voice chat? Why not just use TeamSpeak?"
Gabryell shook his head.
"TeamSpeak works, but it's not really built for WoW. It's just generic voice. I want something tied to the game—and to our site."
He tapped the table lightly.
"If we connect it to Azeroth National Geographic, we can make it the go-to voice tool for WoW players."
Voice chat tools always followed the games that pushed them. Different game, different crowd—and WoW was on a whole other level.
Carlos exhaled slowly. "You really think ahead of us sometimes. Every time you open your mouth, it's something big."
Gabryell smiled. "That's not all."
He leaned forward slightly.
"I also want to build a gold trading site. Something focused entirely on WoW."
Carlos raised an eyebrow but didn't interrupt.
"Once the game fully rolls out, it'll shift to game time cards. Not everyone's going to have easy access to those," Gabryell continued. "We can handle that—and gold trading at the same time."
He paused briefly, then laid it out more clearly:
"As players level, demand for gold is going to explode. Some people will buy gold. Others will farm and sell it to pay for game time."
"If we sit in the middle and make trades safe, people will use it. Even if we take a cut."
Gabryell's tone turned more serious.
"Trust is everything with this kind of thing. If people get scammed in private trades, they're not coming back."
Carlos nodded. "If we're taking a cut, we'll need to do this properly. Register something, keep it legit—otherwise it's getting shut down fast."
"Yeah," Gabryell said. "We'll need help with that."
All three of them looked at Hugo.
He didn't even hesitate. "I'll talk to my brother. He'll handle it."
Hugo's family ran a company locally, and his brother had way more experience with that kind of stuff than any of them.
Hugo glanced back. "So what are we calling it?"
Gabryell answered without missing a beat. "Fearless Network."
"We'll run everything through it—the site, addons, voice chat, trading."
He took another sip of his drink before continuing.
"Once it's set up, we build a main site to tie it all together. Domain's already picked—301. Our dorm room."
301 would start small—but if things went right, it could grow into something big.
"The company's ours. All four of us."
Gabryell wasn't planning to do this alone. There was no way he could pull it off without them.
"From here on out, we build this together."
Carlos, Igor, and Hugo exchanged looks. No one said it out loud, but it meant something.
They bumped fists.
"Let's make it happen."
With that settled, they started splitting things up. Carlos would handle the site, Igor would work on voice chat, and Gabryell would focus on addons.
Hugo would deal with the registration side and help Igor with the voice setup, while Gabryell guided everything based on what he already knew.
After dinner, they headed back to the dorm. The business side could wait until tomorrow.
Tonight, they had something more important to do—clear Deadmines and push to level 20.
After logging in, they saw Lunatori was already online. A whisper popped up right away:
"Ogabs, inv me."
Gabryell sent out the invites, pulling the group back together.
"Ready?"
He wasn't sure she could keep up after a full day of grinding.
Turns out, he didn't need to worry.
"I'm ready. If we don't clear Deadmines tonight, I'm not logging off."
Gabryell gave a short call:
"Alright, move out. Fly to Westfall—Deadmines run."
The five of them took off on gryphons, heading straight for Westfall.