Lots to Say ...

... and no time to say it right now.

The famous Big Red Kitty linked to me blog today, which were pretty durn nice of him. If you're stoppin' by as a result of de linkage, Welcome. Nice to have visitors. Hope you don't mind the mess, I's in the middle of switching from my old blog. But I've set out some Roast Clefthoof and some Dragonbreath Chili, so feel free to help yerself while you browse. We's real casual around here. Oh, and in the back there's some stirfry human and bbq tauren and a nice mango salad.

Got some stuff ta say about the Steamvault and the Treehugger Expedition and me new helmet, but that'll have to wait.

Yo Ho!

Ahoy there, me hearty! Today be Talk Like A Pirate Day. So swash yer buckles and shiver yer timbers. We be weighing anchor and setting sail for the South Sea.

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrh.

And remember - dead goblins tell no tales.

Now 20% Bold

So the other day my friend Zinzi says "Yo! Ratter! Me and some fellas is gonna go see what dem Shadow Council creeps is up to down under Auchindon. Ya tink ya can give us a hand, mon?"

Auchindon is the big freakin' round building in the middle of the Bone Wastes in Terrokar Forest. You can't miss it. Back during the second war the Shadow Council had a big "Oops" moment, which blew the roof off the place and destroyed half the forest. But the buggers survived and it was up to us to shut them down for good.

And shut them down we did. Ambassador Hellmaw: Dead.
Blackheart the Inciter: Dead.
Grandmaster Vorpil: Dead.

And then, deep in the Shadow Labyrinth, we found the Oops. Still going strong, and apparently being worshipped by those crazy yahoos. Biggest fuggerwhumping air elemental I ever did see, name of Murmur. Did this nasty sonic boom thing what dang near blew my brains out through me ears. Tough bugger.

But in the end we did for it, and what happened to be sitting on the ground underneath the big windbag? Why, the long-lost Shoulderguards of the Bold. Huzzah. I been looking for some shoulder armor for when I'm out killing things solo, and with the proper gems and inscriptions these should do nicely. Legend has it there are four more pieces of this armor set lying around Outland, deep in forgotten dungeons and such. Which puts me at 20% Bold.

Big Freakin' Gun

I said I wants it, and now I has it. The epic Gyro-Balanced Khorium Destroyer. Best damn gun there is for a warrior. (I hear it ain't bad for certain hunter types neither.) And it's mine. All mine.

Big thanks to friend-of-the-guild Dark for making it so quick after I sent him all the khorium and adamantite and felsteel and primal fire and primal air. You're a class guy, Dark. Unlike our resident tinker who's too damn busy getting pickled in the formaldehyde parlors to get off his bony butt and get his skill up and farm primal nethers.

Now, I admits I couldn't hit water if I was standing in a lake, but it don't matter none. As lomg as the bad guy knows he's being shot at, he's gonna come fight me, where I can hit him with my axe. And when this heavy-duty, loud-as-Mannoroth boomstick goes Ka-Blam! they know they being shot at.

I think I shall call it "Amy."

The Mechanar has been Secured

Mr. Roboto: Dead

Red-Headed Aggro-Wiping Bitch: Dead

Obsessive Schedule-Keeping Math Dude: Dead

And with that, the Purge succeeded in clearing out the most dangerous dungeon we have yet faced as a team. Yay on us. No loot for me, but Bullvyne got hisself a nice cloak and Throttle picked up a nice set of throwing knives. And Aelion finally learned what the fuhg "Wait for sunders" means.

Mechanar

The plan is to go back to the Mechanar tonight. Mechano-Lord Capacitus and I have Unfinished Business.

And with any luck his little friend Sepethrea will happen to have the Jade-Skull Breastplate on her.

I Have Gone Over To The Dark Side

... and I don't mean the Aldor pavillion.

After 6 months blogging on Vox, I feel I want a change. I want to have control over how my sidebars look. I want to be able to comment on other blogs without having to repeat squiggly words. I want it to be easier, dammit!

We shall see how this goes.