26/04/2018 23:11Posted by Montero26/04/2018 22:59Posted by AlêxiaNew name, new death list.
I guarantee I will have at least six alts on the death list before BFA's launch.
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26/04/2018 23:11Posted by Montero26/04/2018 22:59Posted by AlêxiaNew name, new death list.
I guarantee I will have at least six alts on the death list before BFA's launch.
04/05/2018 15:58Posted by KíngstonTallat is a true treasure.
Update #1
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05/05/2018 13:36Posted by AmèlyJoin this guild if you want to join a group of special people who do weird stuff and roll ingame dice to determine the outcome!
05/05/2018 13:45Posted by MonteroI'm sad that the placeholder quest which rewarded "Manly man hugs from manly man david" is gone. That was a much better reward than any rare item or bag of gold we'd have received.
05/05/2018 13:54Posted by ThunderbraidNEPOTISM.
05/05/2018 13:54Posted by ThunderbraidI'll get Kingston's leg another way.
05/05/2018 13:54Posted by KíngstonMister Kingston does not wish, and will not, freely dispense manly man hugs to anyone as a materialistic reward, or even for recreational purposes.
05/05/2018 14:00Posted by Thunderbraidhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5gyi_fHL_c
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He pulled on his cuirass and fastened the fittings.
The birds outside were chirping as Tallat prepared for the day ahead. As always, he was happy. Life was rather idyllic here, in a small cottage on the far outskirts of Stormwind, as winter gave way to spring and life crept back into the forests and the fields. After many long months fighting to reclaim what remained of his birthplace, Mac’Aree, he had taken a holiday. He was living lazily in the slightly derelict summer home of an old friend. But the time for relaxation was over.
He tightened his belt and straightened the pennants.
The Legion had been defeated. The quest of the Draenei, twenty-five thousand years in the making, was complete. But this was not the end. The world would never again be the same, and the consequences of the Legion’s invasion loomed large against the hopeful spring breeze. Rebuilding would take years, perhaps decades, and the small complications once dwarfed by the demonic threat now warranted the attention of the kind-hearted and courageous.
He donned his tabard and pinned on the medals.
Tallat stooped low to look out the window, distracted for a long moment by a squirrel he thought was adorable. Today was the day. His old companions, the Lionheart Vanguard, had returned. The call was put out: they sought the brave, the strong, the noble and the resolute, to begin the rebuilding of Azeroth. “I hope my friends remember me”, he muttered to himself, in Draenic. “I’ve never been good at introductions.” He grinned, big and wide, and found his confidence.
He shouldered his pauldrons and brushed off the dust.
The stakes were lower now. It was wonderful to think about adventures which might not involve the end of the world. Maybe there would be bandits who needed a good lesson on kindness. Or kobolds, certain that everyone they met was out to steal their fire. Maybe there would even be scuffles with the Horde – news was already spreading of a struggle in Silithus over a strange new material. But even that would surely be less existential than what happened at Antorus.
He lifted his shield and tested the weight.
A memory came to him. An old Vindicator, teaching battle on the Genedar, his face scarred and gruff and sad. “The Legion is infinite. The Legion is unstoppable. The Legion will be our end. But not today.” The younger Tallat had scoffed, assured that even the greatest foe would one day be vanquished. In his hope he was lonely, but time had proven him right. “I told you so!” said the Tallat of today, berating a ghost in good humour. He did that a lot.
He opened his door and stared at the sky.
Even on Argus, surrounded by the shattered husk of his beautiful home, Tallat knew that his destiny was to carry on. The thought of retirement had never crossed his mind. Time off was nice, of course, but only when there was an end in sight. And now it was time to start again. To quieten the ghosts of the past. To seek out new friends and love them dearly. To inspire others to turn to kindness and compassion. To put on that brave face one more time.
He faced his new quest and gave it a smile.
Regina stared at her shoulder wound in the mirror as she began to unwrap her bloodied bandage, grimacing slightly as she saw the wound inflicted by the jagged bolt of the Forsaken Archer that shot her. She clenched her teeth in pain as she began to clean up the wound to make sure a disease wouldn't set in, you never know with the Forsaken.
Whilst tending to her wounds, she couldn't help but think of how the mission went. She expected no less from Kalrite and once again he had succeeded her expectations, but she was surprised with Meyryn. She had decided to call upon her assistance for an ulterior motive: To see if she was trustworthy. After the conflict in the Barrens with the Ren'dorei utilizing dark rituals of the mind and other distrustful deeds in the conflict, she had little love and trust the Void Elves... But she found herself pleasantly surprised: Meyryn had performed as well as any other Rogue that Regina had worked with before, maybe even better. She saw nothing resembling the tactics used at the Barrens and she worked completely in sync with the others, even when fighting her former allies of the Horde. Aside from the few times the cover was blown, it was a perfect mission. 'Perhaps the Ren'dorei are Trustworthy after all.' she thought to herself.
Finishing up tending to her wound by applying fresh bandages to her shoulder, she departed the bathroom of the Guild Hall's Tavern to return back to her room to rest, ready for the next inevitable mission she'd be called upon to assist with.