
12. Fall of the Lich King, Ringo's Tale | January 26th, 2010 | 1 Comment »
OOC | January 12th, 2010 | 2 Comments »

Blogging, roleplaying, Cataclysm and the future of Flinthammer Hall are all discussed.
Even if you listened to it live, or already heard the podcast, check out the post on their site: It includes a full written interview with Beli!
12. Fall of the Lich King, Ringo's Tale | January 12th, 2010 | No Comments »
There had been explosions on Deathbringer’s Rise for days now. The Ashen Verdict’s “top gnomes” had been slowly working on the door into the spire, after an initial brute force attack had gotten them nowhere. The gnomes had shifted from trying to crack the huge mass of stone and saronite to working on the hinges.
At last, there was a popping sound, and then another one, the distinctive almond smell of seaforium and then the two doors fell inward, landing with heavy thuds.
“We’re in! All right, sweethearts, ye’re a team and there’s nothin’ to worry about. We come here, and we gonna conquer, and we gonna kick some, is that understood? That’s what we gonna do, sweethearts: We are going to go and get some. All right, people! Are ye lean?”
“Yeah!”
“Are ye mean?”
“Yeah!”
“WHAT ARE YE?”
“LEAN AND MEAN!”
“Move it out! Move it out, Khaz damn it! Get hot! One, two, three, four! Go, go, go! Move in, move in, move in! Move in, move in, move in! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven! Arrrgh, absolute badasses! Let’s pack ‘em in! Get in there!”
OOC | January 7th, 2010 | 4 Comments »
A reminder: Ringo will be appearing on the next episode of the Twisted Nether Blogcast, talking about blogging, roleplaying and Cataclysm.
The show is streamed live via Skype, starting at 8 p.m. PST, so hop into the chat room and participate.
There will be a link to the archived version of the show posted at Flinthammer Hall after it goes out via podcast.
12. Fall of the Lich King, Ringo's Tale | January 6th, 2010 | 2 Comments »

“Almighty and most merciful Hodir, we humbly beseech thee, of thy great goodness, to restrain these immoderate snows with which we have had to contend,” Muradin Bronzebeard prayed on bended knee, his invocation barely audible over the sound of the winds and the Skybreaker’s propellers. “Grant us fair weather for battle. Graciously hearken to us as soldiers who call upon thee that, armed with thy power, we may advance from victory to victory, and crush the oppression and wickedness of our enemies and establish thy justice among men and nations.”
“I wanna be an dwarven ranger!” roared Ringo Flinthammer.
“Live a life of sex and danger!” responded Baelan Grimaxe, equally loudly.