Not of this World

02. The Call to War, Beli's Tale | December 9th, 2005 | 1 Comment »

A warlock summoning people across continents is one thing, but to summon unholy creatures from another world? This I had to see. The pair of us were off to conquer a fire-breathing mare for Voca, our resident warlock and gnome extraordinaire.

Matthias and Ulrich, a virtious paladin and a beefy warrior that had no shortage of battle scars, joined in Voca’s quest to hack and slash the way through the western wing of Dire Maul, ultimately defeating Immol’thar at the final summoning circle.

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Three Cheers for Kyroson!

02. The Call to War, Beli's Tale | November 13th, 2005 | No Comments »

A toast to Kyroson for surviving his long exorcism ordeal, which climaxed with the death knight in Scholomance. Once the foe was slain, he purified the lost soul and redeemed the death knight’s charger. He then placed his barding upon the charger and claimed the steed as his own!

(I’ll be sending him me repair bill shortly for me involvement in his affairs, of course.)

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The Guns of Khaz Modan: Red Snow

02. The Call to War, Ringo's Tale | November 6th, 2005 | No Comments »

At last, the fire was crackling merrily. The dead tree had caught in the branches of another as it fell, which had kept the dead wood off the snow, and allowed the limbs to dry out nicely.

And with that, Ringo Flinthammer tromped through the snow to the corpse, while the great white owl watched patiently. Ringo took an axe from his belt and, gripping a dead limb distastefully, brought it down. The desiccated flesh gave off little smell as it parted, which in a way made it worse.

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At Long Last!

02. The Call to War, Beli's Tale | November 1st, 2005 | No Comments »


I got promoted to Lieutenant Commander and was awarded the last of me armor pieces to complete me set — the shoulders and the helm.

Me total tally to date: 17,226 horde defeated.

There are four more ranks I could pursue, but to be honest, while the upper-tiered gears are remarkable for the stronger magical qualities they hold, I’m not terribly enthralled with the time commitment required. I’m going to take a well-deserved break from the battlegrounds.

For now!

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“Just what we needed …”

02. The Call to War, Ringo's Tale | October 28th, 2005 | No Comments »


“Another mouth to feed, as though we didn’t have a bear, another bear and an owl hanging around the hall, pooping and eating, eating and pooping.

“At least the murloc knows how to dance.”

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