Yeah, We Totally Do

Spears and all. 'Cause that's how we roll.

Is thanks ta the awesomeness what be XKCD.

Ellspeth's Rite of Passage

Hmmm... a dark portal. Wonder what's on the other side?

Next Time, Slave Boy...

...remembers fer ta pack the Darnassus banner, and she might not drown yer arse.

She's Me Favorite Healer

Kinnavieve's too.

The fact what Shianti can make healing PoS look easy, despite havin' her walrus-dude fishing pole on 'stead of shmexy and off-shmexy, only reinforces.

Oh, the RL Avatar done wants me ta pass on a message:

Yesterday's test results showed that the seven months of treatment worked, and there are no signs of cancer anywhere - complete remission. Still a long way to go before we know if she is cured, but this was a big, big milestone. Many, many thanks from both of us to everyone for their support, well-wishes, and encouragement this past year.

Whateverfuhg that means. He seems pretty happies about it.

Lady RNG Is A Cruel Bitch

So, Phoenicia finally got herself geared ta the point where the DF would let her inta the Pit of Saron. And looky looky, the Tyrannical Beheader, favorite pre-raid weapon of any plate-wearin', two-hander-swingin', tougher-n-nails bugger, done dropped.

So of course, the tank out-rolled her. By one thuggernubbin' point.

Fuhg.

Some Buggers Ask The Strangest Questions

He did not answer....

Vyprania's Story: The Frozen Throne

At last, we reached it. The Frozen Throne, the heart of Arthas'empire of horrors. It perched at the top of a giant pillar of ice, a monument to his vanity and megalomania. When we reached it, we saw that he was personally overseeing the torture of Bolvar Fordragon, whom I thought had died at the Battle of the Wrathgate. For a few minutes, we faced each other, the Lich King and the Left Claw. In my head, I could hear voices screaming in my head, but faintly, as if from a great distance.

Blood!

Vengeance!

Justice!

Then Arthas let out a low, rasping laugh. He stood, and began walking down the steps toward us. "So come then, you heroes! Come in all your power and glory!" he taunted. "For in the final hour, all must serve the one... true... king!" With that, he drew Frostmourne and charged.

Blood!

Vengeance!

Justice!

Jessika met his charge. She was wearing special armor, reinforced with thick saronite and magic runes to allow her to withstand his blows. I sought to get behind him, using my speed to land quick blows and then dart back. Others cast fireballs and shadowbolts at him from a distance, or grappled with the zombies and ghouls he summoned, corpses of our former allies.

Blood!

Vengeance!

Justice!

Arthas was a powerful foe, far stronger than the minions we had dispatched fighting our way through the citadel. He hurled frost and shadow magics at us. His val'kyr swept in and tried to sweep us from the platform. But we adapted and adjusted and fought on. We were hardened veterans, fighting to rid the world of a terrible evil, and we would not be stopped.

Blood!

Vengeance!

Justice!

Suddenly, Jessika was down. She had tripped over a corpse, and landed on her back, temporarily helpless. Arthas moved in for the kill, leaving himself vulnerable as I came in from behind. This was it. This was my chance to end it, once and for all. I gripped my swords tightly and leaped.

Blood!

Vengeance!

Jus-

I'm all right. Just got the wind knocked out of me *cough*, is all. Give me a minute to *cough* catch my breath, and then I'll get back in the fight. I can *cough* hear them, hear the swords, hear the *cough* fireballs. They *cough* need me. Okay, I can *cough* do this. Here I*cough*
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Blood. Not good. Why am I coughing blood? Am I *cough* wounded? It's all so cold, I *cough* can't tell. But I need to get back into the *cough* fight. Arthas must die, he must pay*cough*
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Sweet Elune, what is that? A *cough* black cloud, rolling across the ground, getting closer. Can't let it reach me. Gotta *cough* move. C'mon, Vyprania. Move. gotta move gotta move gotta move gotta gotta gotta gotta