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.
“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.
The cloud of dust and ice crystals had not yet settled from the cave-in by the time that the Skybreaker was pulling away from Icecrown Citadel and into the stormy skies above the great glacier. There was no sign of Arthas Menethil below them on the mountainside.
“I can barely believe we’re still alive,” Lady Jaina Proudmoore panted to no one in particular, shivering as her sweat was wicked away by the frigid wind. “It was foolish of me to follow him. I’ve made that mistake too many times.”
A grumbling from the surviving troops from her expedition indicated agreement, although not so loudly that anyone could be singled out and written up by Master Nightsong, who would then have the report passed on to Field Marshal Snowfall, the Supreme Commander of Alliance Forces in Northrend. It was unlikely that Snowfall had time for any of the night elf’s officiousness, but no one wanted to take any unnecessary chances.
What Apprentice Nelphi hadn’t told Ringo Flinthammer was that he wouldn’t be alone at Icecrown Citadel.
In fact, there was a whole army there, camped on Arthas’ doorstep, an uneasy mix of Argent Crusaders and Knights of the Ebon Blade. Together, the entire force was calling itself the Ashen Verdict, but notably, they still wore the colors of the crusade and the knighthood, respectively, and ate and slept in their own camps within a camp. The Horde forces, commanded by Saurfang himself, were nowhere in sight, and the Ashen Verdict looked upon any Alliance soldiers who asked where the Horde were as would-be troublemakers.
Lady Proudmoore’s detail, which entered a side complex opened by Widge Gearloose’s carpet bombing, was small in comparison to the main force of the Ashen Verdict, which had literally bludgeoned down the front door of the citadel, but still, there were more than Ringo would have expected, including some old friends.
Ringo (and maybe Beli) will be a guest on the January 7, 2010 episode of the Twisted Nether Blogcast, discussing blogging, World of Warcraft and the moral turpitude of night elves. (Well, if we can sneak that last one in.)
The show is streamed live via Skype, starting at 8 p.m. PST, so you can 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.