Off on a new adventure, Kirin Tor want us to investigate Searing Gorge, another boat trip yay and I forgot to pack anti sea sickness meds… Oh well they’ll just have to lean over the side of the ship while I pat backs. To be fair I thought we were taking a Zeplin
You’d think those goblins would’ve came up with a gigantic fan to battle the heat of The Searing Gorge by now. Tsk!
Ah Dalaran, time to rest, lose all our coin and for some stuffing their faces with massive roasted chickens, well massive for a Gnome anyway.
Rough bunch. They could use some discipline. But then again, I’m just here to shoot arrows at things!
Five months in stasis, we’re disoriented, grief stricken but trying to put ourselves together again.
Got ourselves into a nice little fight, honour of the Oathsworn on the line. Did ourselves proud I’m pleased to say. Now looking for a guide before heading down to Hallowfall.
Oh. They’re still alive…
Mining, Mining, we’re off to go a mining. Ah my happy place… except there maybe Kobyss! Ah well doest matter, we’re off to go a mining.
If there’s anything the Vagrants have learned during these pressing but highly educational times, it’s that spooky shadow infused amulets are super talkative!
And a whole bunch about the skills and society of ants!
die in a fire.
“Just give the harmless, totally‑dormant mirror shard a little scry,” they said.
“What could possibly go wrong?” they said.
What, indeed…?
Thank you for that show! I had -no idea- what you had been up to in Shadowlands. I mean, until now. Obviously.
~ Ah, I love the smell of piracy in the morning! ~
I occasionally see your guildies. They’re typically very friendly. Sending love and blahaj plushies to you all. <3 May your RP be forever enjoyable!
Still wish your guildies all the best. But will scowl at your AI use forever.
Our lovely and only moderately psychotic host has put together a brilliant but chilling cinematic of our current and yet-to-be adventures from the War Within. The Vagrants have had the looming threat of a bitter ren’dorei over their heads for quite some time, possibly spanning as far back as the Fourth War, with the armistice doing little to quell the flames of hatred and vengeance.
Equinox, you’re a dead elf walking!
Hopefully.
Ick, no, AI! Bad Aiyvah, no blahaj plushy for you!
Dw, we support artists when it’s not solely for personal guild purposes! (or private rap battles…)
Still cannot approve of the use of AI.
I withdraw my recommendation, sorry.
The Waygrants triumphant with alot of help. It looked very dicey at one point woth foes outnumbering us at everyturn. Good job we made some allies if not freinds. Now a short breather before back to work. Goodnight Equinox, I cannot say you will be missed!
Ah … Finally out of the caverns. At last, fresh air !
What next awaits The Wayward Vagrants, I wonder?