Stormspire

Stormspire. The farthestmost community in Outland. As "out there" as you can get. Some come here for adventure. Some come out of a sense of duty. Some come for glory. 

Me? I came for the candy.

The Purge Comes Forth

The call had gone out, and the Purginistas had responded. To the Graveyard! To vanquish the Horseman, once and for all. There was Zinzi Who Gives Good Resurrection, and Thottle looking spiffy in his epic goggles, and Aelion the cheeky Blood Elf, and Rimunathah with his fireballs set to deep fat fry, and little Tantria and growed up and in her 70th season (yeah, she finally did catch me), and Mister Hoof, and Bullvyne, and young Bashabil, only in her 65th season but eager to do her part. Grumpy old Tarsius set down his hoe and pruning shears and water pipe and left his herb garden to join us. And even Ungarosh, reclusive Ungarosh, came dowm from the hills of Mulgore and put his clothes on, rather than let his comrades down. And of course me, the orc, anchoring the line and laying down the threatanizations.

(At least, I assume Ung put some clothes on. Hard ta tell with them boomkins...)

It were the greatest assemlage the guild had seen since the Dark Portal opened, maybe even the greatest ever. Granted, there were rust on some of the armor, and poor Throttle had trouble remembering which end of the sword ta hold (poor bugger's mind is really going, just like his elbows), and Mister Hoof were desparately thumbing through his spellbook looking fer Chain Healing. But we had our candles and we had fire in our eyes and in our bellies and wherever else ya can have a fire (femoral arteries? buggered if I know) and we Would Not Be Denied.

We challenged that Headless Huggernumper ta come forth, and then we put his Headless Arse down. 

And when it were done, we looted the bugger fer all he had on him. There was rings aplenty, and several flying brooms. Tantria got herself a sinister squashling fer ta follow her around and trade rude comments with her imp. And me? I got me his sword, glowing orange with built-in pumpkin soldier action.

It were a glorious evening. Will we hold together to vanquish more villianies, or will we once again go our separate ways? I does not know. But I does know what I's gonna remember this glorious evening, and cherish it always.

Can You Hear Them?

Drums. Drums in the Deeps.

For the first time in nearly a year, The Purge is assembling.

I expect a multitudinosity of blood and lamentations and awesomeness. More laters.

Kinnavieve's New Gear

Hi everyone.

Well, I was a little nervous about Outland, and it is tough. The monsters here are definitely tougher than the ones in EPL or Winterspring, and Judgements don't seem as powerful as a couple of days ago. Even so, I've been making good progress beating back the fel orcs and demons around Honor Hold, and the good people there have been very generous in providing me new gear. I've already replaced my weapon and most of my armor.

But I want to be absolutely clear: no matter what Ratters may say, that is NOT a nipple chain! Some piece of druidflesh says to himself "I waaants it", that's between him and his hormones, but if he grabs hold and pulls me in for some lip-to-lip action, ima gonna break his jaw. Just so everyone's clear on that.

That said, I do like having armor that, well, looks like armor, instead of something outta Victoria's Secret Armory. At least for a while...

Is Where Kinnavieve Goes To The Show

Wow. There it is. The Dark Portal. Am I prepared? Pretty sure I am. I mean, I've got good gear and my training is up to date. On the other hand, the Alliance's Expeditionary Force thought they were prepared twenty years ago, and look what happened to them. On the other other hand, Rats says I'm ready, and he should know. On the other other other hand, I've heard-

(Get a grip Kinn. It's just a door. Walk through it already. *grits teeth*)

Just for posterity's sake, I'm recording my current gear. Might be amusing to look back someday, plus it'll be handy if anyone needs to identify the body. (Stop that! No negative thoughts!)

See you on the other side!

Blade of the Titans Imperial Plate Helm Gemshard Heart Imperial Plate Shoulders Protector Cape Carapace of Tuten'Kash Noxxion's Shackles Lightforge Gauntlets Lightforge Belt Elemental Rockridge Leggings Cragplate Greaves Jaina's Signet Ring Blackstone Ring Argent Dawn Commission Luffa

Guest Blogger: Phoe- I Mean, Ratshag

This tasty piece of amazingly virile orcflesh is me, Ratshag. Say hello, you gluppertuggin' buggers.

I travels Azeroth and beyonds, lookin fer ta hit exotic wimmens with me axe and get paid ta makes love ta the evil flunkernubbertumperbuggers. Or is it the other way around? I gets confusicated, sometimes. Ah, bugger it. Whatevers.

All right, well, I gots ta go kill me some gubbersuppertunkering buggers what needs killin'. You buggergubbers be sure ta complimentarize me team members. 'Speciallies that Phoenicia chick. She's hawt.

Kinnavieve, Kicking It Old School

It's been a terrible couple of week in Azeroth, gentle readers. It began reports of the Headless Horseman burning villages and then flying off into the night. Then mysterious outbreaks of the undead plague, thought to have been eradicated years ago, began to appear. It appears to have started in Booty Bay, then quickly spread to major cities, and now zombies are appearing throughout the world. And then yesterday, the Scourge's flying Ziggaruts appeared outside of the capital cities, and Argent Dawn put out an urgent call for the heroes of Azzeroth to come together and defeat the Scourge at key invasion points. Many of my guildmates heeded the call, and throughtout the night were talking of their successes and their new hard-won epics. My duty lay elsewhere.

Even before this week, the heavy hand of the Scourge still held the once-great realm of Lordaeron, now known as the Plaguelands. Although weakened by the defection of Sylvanas and her Forsaken, the forces of evil still roam these lands. With the new Invasion, the forces are resurgent and as strong as ever. But last night I was there too, in Andorhal and Darrowshire and Corin's Crossing, using my sword and my Holy Wrath and my wits to destroy this enemy off all life. The rewards may not have been epic, and I won't even receive a tabard from Argent Dawn, but someone had to go there, and I was proud that it could be me.