Taking the Fight to the Enemy

03. The Gates of Ahn'Qiraj, Ringo's Tale | February 28th, 2006 | No Comments »

Three militias, the Brothers in Arms, were assembled in the sand just south of Cenarion Hold. Many still had wounds from the war, bandages caked with blowing grit and dust.

“Is this going to be a stand-up fight, sir, or another bug hunt?” Faenor said. The elf wore a scarf across his mouth and nose, blocking the worst of the windswept sand.

“All we know is that there is still is no contact with the king’s brother, and that the Qiraji may be involved,” Ulrich said, buckling on his platemail greaves.

“Excuse me, sir, the what?” For a warlock, Danira was unfailingly polite. Maybe that’s what it took to deal with the entities that she did.

“The Qiraji,” Ringo said, climbing onto his ram, turning its unwilling head towards the newly risen city to the south.

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Arms for the Field

03. The Gates of Ahn'Qiraj, Beli's Tale | February 26th, 2006 | No Comments »

After reviewing me duty papers signed by Captain Blackanvil, Windcaller Kaldon wrinkled his nose and flipped through his clipboard.

“The Ironforge Brigade has been a worthy ally in our fight in Silithus,” the fur-fringed night elf noted. He then raised an overgrown eyebrow, “Unfortunately, many of their supplies were lost on their way here.”

I tried to cock an eyebrow back at him, but it was a skill that eluded me.

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The opening of the Scarab Gate

03. The Gates of Ahn'Qiraj, Beli's Tale | February 22nd, 2006 | No Comments »

Once the wielder of the Scepter of the Shifting Sands rang the gong to open the gate, chaos broke out across Kalimdor.

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No Time for Love

03. The Gates of Ahn'Qiraj, Ringo's Tale | February 13th, 2006 | No Comments »

The last of the cargo had been strapped to the hippogryphs and was now winging its way southeast from the dark wood platform overlooking the gray waters of Auberdine.

Beli had just finished ministering to the small dwarven community in town and was packing away her vestments, climbing the steps of the flight platform automatically, when she looked up and saw what Ringo was up to.

She reached out, grabbing his mustache and pulling his head around to face her.

“What, exactly, do you think you’re doing?”

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Change of Plans

03. The Gates of Ahn'Qiraj, Beli's Tale | January 27th, 2006 | 1 Comment »

Guumbah had reminded Ringo that we needed to pay our respects in Moonglade and celebrate the defeat of the demi-god, Omen, at the annual Lunar Festival. Just in case Ringo needed more convincing, Clou also pointed out that the soliders abroad were returning home specifically to celebrate and be with loved ones once again. I had done me best to look disappointed when Ringo glanced at me, but I don’t think he bought it.

There were fireworks, booze, and booty shaking in Nighthaven. Me face had grown flush from the excitement as I elbowed through the crowd towards Ringo. I accidentally burped in his face and spilled me moonglow on his suit. I found this hysterically funny.

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