Helllooo .... Thiss is DangerMouse. I am Forsaken.
Ratss has started shuffling the team around a bit, but I'm only going to tell you about how it affectss me. I'd tell you the rest of the changess, but I. Haven't. Got. All. Day.
I finally earned enough Marks of Honor from those lumberjack orcss to purchase everything I wanted - dagger, amulet, ring, and the trinket. And now I have had enough of lumberjackss and their sstrange dresssing habits. Sso with Rats' permission I've gone back to the Ghostlands to tidy up some loose endss.
I've been killing forest trolls, coming right up to the gatess of Zul'Aman itsself. Compared to the twinked out rogues and hunterss I'm used to, sending these big green oafs to the embrace the Shadow was child'ss play. And I've been killing Scourge, foolss too decayed and weak to break free and become Forsaken. Im in ur ziggurat, looting ur treasures! Heh-hehehehehe!
I've even helped kill those two idiot abominations that wander the Ghostlands. I know Rats killed them once, but ssome fool obviously patched them back together.
It feelss good to not be stuck in my 19th sseason any longer. Ratss and I are still negotiating if I will go back to the battlegroundss when I am 29, or jusst push on toward the endgame. We sshall sssee.....