Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Guest Blogger: Creighton
It's just as well. He was okay and all, but it's not like he was the Light's Gift to Gilneas. Mostly I was sticking around as an excuse to avoid the Darnassian meat market. I mean, some of those druid boys are good to look at, all tall and dark and glowery, but after ten thousand years of the old same old some old, they're looking for something new. And as both a shapeshifting wolf and a practicer of the arcane arts, I'm as trendy as can be right now. I'm willing to be a lot of things, but somebody's boytoy fashion accessory ain't one of them.
So, it's time for a new beginning. I've got my robe, my staff, and my top hat (a gentleman must always dress the part, no matter how long and sharp his claws) and I've bought a ticket for Darkshore. And we shall see what the world has to offer.