Dark, dark things are on the horizon…
Smells like profit! And death. Lots of death.
Dark, dark things are on the horizon…
Smells like profit! And death. Lots of death.
Join today or regret it tomorrow!
Due to the fact I won’t get chance tomorrow, an early happy Valentines Day to my guildies! I love you all unconditionally, you w h o l e s o m e f u c k s
We are halfway through our Wanderlust campaign in search for the angst-riddled blood troll, the Puppeteer! So far we have ransacked ancient temples, avoided Alliance patrols through Duskwood and befriended an elderly, shadow-wielding crone, Albreda, who is determined to refer to herself in third person and direct us to the perilous swamps of Nazmir! What could go wrong?
A strange yet enigmatic child is leading us through Nazmir. Can’t wait to see what we encounter next.
Probably the Vagrants becoming helicopter-parents.
How does one even … What?
Wanderlust! I envy those currently in the grasp of the Puppeteer, had great fun with that some years back B). Don’t die!
Doing it bigger and better this time around!
We’ll try not to, but our rolls are God awful…
My poor lightslayer has lost her right arm. Twice.
You’re just generally getting a butt railing this entire campaign.
With our Wanderlust campaign finally at a close after three weeks of gruelling torture in the swamps of Nazmir with blood trolls, more blood trolls, (and did I mention Blood trolls?) have left the Vagrants heavily wounded, battle-scarred and needing a neat whiskey or ten. We left victorious, though at a price, once again nearly losing our primary healer! (Please hire us for bodyguard work, we need the experience!)
Here are some screenies from our adventures! https://imgur.com/a/fUJiVJe
In the mean time, the Vagrants will be catching a breather before next month as we embark on another journey to the sands of Vol’dun in search for a mysterious, nautical artefact. Until then? We have a stranger’s wedding, goblin arena matches and other things to look forward to!
Gonna hunt some bounty hunters before heading on our desert adventure. Y’know, those pesky bastards trying to kill our friends.
… who are our friends again?
= - ) Hi guys.
MELOOOOOON!
We did our best to cover your tracks under the guise of a missing cat named Mittens and an awful ambush attempt…
We may of also turned a dwarf into a frog for safekeeping. Y’all like dwarf-frogs? Either way, he’s ready and waiting for a new home.
We’re currectly getting accustomed to having sand everywhere, enjoying our Vol’dun campaign!
Soon we might be running into a couple of the locals, introducing some new, furry characters to the rest of the Vagrants. Exciting times!
Can confirm we have sand everywhere by now.
I am happy to announce, I did NOT get sand in my eyes.
…
Get it?
…Because I don’t have any…
Eye sockets full of sand. Enjoy.