So far? Amazing events and get-togethers! Hope to see more in the future!
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Serenity Falls, in the heart of Orgrimmar!
Mysterious keys, activating a terrible weapon!
Horde battalions, disappearing into the snow!
And one of our oldest members, snatched from under our very nose!
Can the Dust Devils survive a woman down?! Will we be able to save Denisha, before the forces of evil can locate the last of the keys?! Or will they manage to fulfil their dastardly plans?!
Tune in next week for more of the Dust Devils Animated Adventures, only on an Argent Dawn forum near YOU!
We’re still alive and kicking folks!
You’d have thought the bad guys would have learned their lessons by now and called it a day - but villains never quit, and neither do we!
Want to tag along and help us stop Serenity Falls?! Vanquish the Velvet Glove?! Confound the Grey Choir, which I know isnt alliteration, but you try coming up with a synonym for ‘defeat’ that starts with G?!
Well, it’s time for you to join the Dust Devils - TODAY!
Just kidding, of course!
Unless…
“If the Falls find that key before us, Madam…”
The masked figure spoke; his voice low, and soft - more akin to the hiss of a serpent than any human tongue
“Then as of tomorrow morning, instead of awakening to my regular newspaper, I shall be watching your neck snap upon a gallows…”
He rises; towering above her, the icon of the Velvet Glove about his chest…
“Do I make myself…perfectly clear?”
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Hrmm… Gut?
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Official caption competition: things the Dust Devils can do to the Grey Choir starting with ‘G’ - !
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I beg to differ about “alive” 
Liking all the IC snippets, eh.
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“What killed them?! Nini; what killed them?!”
“Nothing…nothing did! These people; they’re not- !”
A desperate cry; from the frozen north!
A magical energy; with a terrible secret!
A library of corpses; who won’t stay still!
And the diabolical masters, returning to fix their mistake!
Stranded in Winterspring, with the weather as hostile as any foe - the clammy hands of the not-quite-so-dead grasping at their throats; have our heroes finally met their overdue demise?!
Will our luck strike once again; or are we going down, to push up the daisies?!
There’s only one way to find out folks; tune in next time, for your favourite episoide of the Dust Devils, Animated Adventures - only on your Argent Dawn forum!
Or, you know, visit Winterspring a month from now and see if you can find Kaitlyinn giving her best ice-pop impression.
But what an event that was; a bit of mahem, a bit of mystery; a bit of murder?! And there’s plenty more yet to come - we haven’t even scratched the surface of what’s really going on up there; but those mysterious masters look to be returning any day now, which can’t be good for any of us!
Want to come help us head them off, before it’s too late?!
You know where to go; peace out, Argent Dawn!
Hey now - you don’t need a pulse to be the life and soul of the party 
Make this a real thing or riot.
Best I can do is our live action TV show.
(We’re currently recruiting for the pink ranger by the by; hit me up for an interview!)
It’s been a while since i’ve had beans, which is a shame, because I think they are very tasty.
…Sorry, i’ve been asked to post something here to keep the thread alive and that’s the first thing that sprung to mind. Plus, you don’t need me to tell you how awesome these peeps are. You -know- this already.
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The masters exposed!
A tell-tale trinket, clasped in the hands of the long frozen dead!
The strange white architecture; the lonely patient without a soul!
The unusual magic, the terrible experiments - all the work of our long time enemies, the diabolical Serenity Falls!
Fleeing north after their defeat in the streets of Orgrimmar, the Falls poured their attention into their dastardly “Tranquility Garden”, an attempt to artificially create one of the wish-granting Wayfinder Keys by cruelly compressing the souls of the magically attuned!
Alas, although stumbled across their soul-grinding facility, we weren’t able to stop the Falls; because we weren’t able to find them! The facility had been abandoned; the experiment taken with it!
But all is not lost, dear friends; a lucky find, in the form of some forgotten documents, might just point to where the Falls have gone!
Until then, Winterspring will continue to be plagued by earthquakes and storms, and off limits to all spell casters, who do not wish to have their souls snatched from their bodies!
Want to come along and help the Dust Devils & their allies stop Serenity Falls before their project reaches completion?! Or will we be too late; will every soul on Azeroth fall into their clinical hands?!
There’s only one way to find out, Argent Dawn; see you on the servers real soon!
Haha, thanks Viv <3 And I didnt event need to bribe her for that lovely comment, I swear!
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I wholeheartedly recommend these folks.
Their adventures are the embodiment of epic.
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Thank you friend - you’re far too kind! <3
But we do indeed have plenty of (hopefully?!) epic adventures coming up soon! Our final tumble through Winterspring tomorrow to stop Serenity Falls in their tracks, before we head off to Felwood on Sunday, to see what the sinister New Order have been up to in our absence!
And there’s plenty more to come after that - there’s at least 8 different villains to choose from in the Dust Devils canon, at least ONE of them has to be up to no good somewhere in the world!
But wherever they are; we’ll be there to meet them - because if not us, then who?
(Probably nobody, because we’re the only ones stupid enough to do it - but somebody gotta take out the B-list badguys while you’re all busy fighting N’zoth!)
Sound like your bag?! Hit us up anytime - we’re always recruiting! 
“Dang nabbit Billy, the hell you playin’ at?!?”
The old prospector glared; his one good eye scanning his misty surroundings, a maze of jutting stones and mangled trees - absent, he noticed, of his partner in crime.
“Yer fell down a pit or somethin’!?”
He called out again; exasperated with Billy’s practical jokes by now.
“Come on fella, this ain’t funny no more-!”
Shovel raised, Bootleg Bob made his way through the gnarled undergrowth: little beads of sweat forming on his brow, despite the cold. A sudden snap sent him sprawling - he cursed, slamming hard into the mossy ground.
A moment passes; his age working against him, Bob comes to as quickly as he can - raising his shovel to face his assailant; a beastly and terrifying…fallen tree branch.
Humiliated, he bitterly gathers his senses, shambling back to his feet. Could have been worse.
At least nobody saw.
Light above though, he hated working in graveyards. Never know what, or who, you’re standing in.
Speaking of which - here’s another light; looming from behind a set of bushes. Bob wiped his sleeve across his face, shaking away his spat of fear, before storming over.
“Ah hope yer know Billy, ah’m gonna kick your rear seven shades of BLUE when I-!”
Another loud curse; Bob’s eyes widen in disbelief -
“Insert one coin to continue”
The little sign read; the bushes to his great surprise having revealed to him a baffling machine! About his height - slightly wider, luminated with the sort of red and orange lights one might associate with a fairground.
And no wonder; because this WAS something you’d find in a fairground! One of them fancy fortune-telling machines - a little wooden woman, sat behind a glass frame, a crystal ball between her hands. He’d seen these before; at Darkmoon! Battered by the elements, sure; but somehow lit up, and working?!
It never occurred to him to ask what it was doing here; or how it was working without an obvious power source. His eyes had already darted down to the coin slot; his handy tire-iron already prizing away the metal seal from the rest of the case. Hell, even 3 rusty old coppers would be the best find he’d had all week - better to get them before Billy got bored of his trick, and came looking for his share!
“FUN TIMES AHEAD, BOBBY”
The machine bellowed over a tinny old speaker - followed by another loud clattering and curse as Bob, predictably, turned the airwaves blue.
“Why you son of a -!”
Bob swung his shovel up high - and screamed, as a pair of gnarled, bony hands leapt through the shattering glass pane, and dug into his cheeks.
“THE MOST FUN OF YOUR LIFE, AT THE GREATEST SHOW UNEARTHED!”
Raucous laughter boomed over the expanse of gravestones - Bob’s vision went black.
A day later, a funeral procession came across two alarmingly fresh skeletons in their local cemetery - one still clutching a shovel, and the other with a little name tag pinned to a ruined jacket. It simply read; “Billy”.
The Razor Hill Raiders joined the Dust Devils on a mission, taking them to Felwood. The band aided the group in taking down a facility that was using people they had taken prisoner for their evil plans. The facility guards were slaughtered by the Raiders, who tore off their heads and kept them, for their personal competition. Meanwhile the Dust Devils planted explosives to take down the facility and the constructs they were building.
Shoutout to the Dust Devils for a cool event & RP.
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“YOU HAVE COST US…NOTHING…BUT TIME!”
The vile creature, this ‘Concert of Souls’ screeched with a thousand voices, all forced to speak at once in agonizing cacophony.
A discordant riot of tones and tempers; the bassy lows of scores of men speaking in unison with the higher pitches of many hundreds of women, all spat forth from the single fluid mouth of a hateful, gibbering monster.
The end goal of Serenity Falls twisted experiments, their so called ‘Concert’ was to be the battering ram to the very gates of Orgrimmar. The finest souls of mages and warlocks, shamans and priests, all stolen, beaten and pressed, into one, loathsome, shimmering form. Its flesh made up of a thousand moving, screaming faces - it hovered now, pouring its hatred and its fury into the heroes who stood against it; agonising lashes of the foulest magic leaping from its fingertips, scouring their skins, and scalding their very minds. Many had already fallen; reduced to ashes - and these few fools were now to burn too!
“YOUR EFFORTS…WERE IN VAIN…FOR I AM COMPLETED; AND SOON, THE SOULS OF EVERY LAST MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD ON THIS AZEROTH SHALL FALL TO M-!”
The creature bellowed - a double ended axe slamming into its back.
“By the GODS; even with that many mouths you still talk too much!”
The troll roared, pressing his axe in as deeply as he could; knowing his attack to be futile, that no harm would be done - but the momentary surprise was enough, just enough, to cause the briefest pause in the creature’s hitherto relentless assault…
“YOU DARE TO-!”
“OH WE DARE-!”
The second roar came; as a second axe - imbued with Light, sliced into the creatures front. One soul - just one soul, out of the scores making up the body of this monster, was drawn towards the holy embrace. Another followed, then another - the trickle became a flood, as the captured souls split apart, rushing for the blessed metal protruding through their prison.
“DAMN YOU RANCID LITTLE-!”
“NOW!”
So came our heroes’ turn to assault with a ferocious volley of their own. Bullet and bow; shadow and light; axe and blade; slammed into the Concert’s rapidly disintegrating body - before, with a tremendous explosion, and a blinding blue flash, the creature erupted. The shackles broken; the souls which comprised it fled skywards, blessed and free.
No time to rest - with Serenity Falls vanquished, their facility in ruins; we said goodbye to our friends, and raced to Felwood. To face a new danger; and find a new set of allies.
“Do you not SEE?! Do you not UNDERSTAND?!”
The Psyker-General taunted; her green and gold robes illuminated by the ferocious detonations erupting around her. Traps set by our comrades, they roared into life; tearing apart the ancient golems she sought to reanimate like an axehead through a neck - only for them to rapidly repair, magical tendrils of wood and bone reaching out, knitting together, reforming their titanic bodies within seconds.
More explosions came; the golems stumbled and fell, but every time they rose again, larger, and stronger than before. Already large enough to loom over houses, now they stood colossal enough to stride through the mightiest fortifications.
“It matters NOT what you do! How many EXPLOSIVES you bring, how many ARROWS you fire! The Trio are awakened; they serve the New Order - and with them, we shall march, unstoppable from ocean to ocean, from nation to nation; and bleed this world DRY-!”
Her laughter boomed over even the mightiest explosion . Her magical assault reigned down from the skies; her terrible servants, the “Trio” of legend, stood tall on their feet; her victory assured - yet her arrogance blinding.
“Unfortunately for you…”
The voice came; soft, and low, over her shoulder.
“We do not bleed”
With a colossal roar, the mighty tauren swung his blade forth - throwing the Psyker-General from her plinth. The magical blizzard sweeping from the skies interrupted, the orc leapt from his cover - loosing an arrow towards the final explosive. Perfectly timed, it passed just beneath the falling General, and pierced the explosive.
“No-!”
The woman barely had time to scream - now it was her turn to feel the surge of wind, and the wall of heat, as the dynamite erupted before her, bursting her body apart in a blinding red flash.
Unlike her golems; she did not repair. Unlike our heroes, she did bleed. Her body destroyed; her magic interrupted - the Trio bellowed in rage, clawing for an escape, before grinding to a halt, frozen for eternity, the lights in their eyes snuffed out like candles.
A cheer of victory rose from us; a cry of dismay from our enemies - the last of the New Order’s garrison in Felwood fled into the night.
“WE DO NOT BLEED”.
Two sets of allies.
Two separate victories; over two hellish foes.
All in two days.
Kaitylinn smiled; closing her diary.
Perhaps, at last, the tides were beginning to turn. And maybe, just maybe - the world could be saved.
For the first time, in so many years; she allowed herself to be a little foolish.
She poured herself a whiskey, and sat back in her chair, her feet on the desk.
Taking a swig; a smile about her features -
She allowed herself to hope.
Her hands still dripping with blood, the woman shambled through the night - the cold air pricking at her skin; almost refreshing, after so many years confined to that box.
She paused; raising her torch to better illuminate the edifice before her. A pair of ancient gates; their wrought iron constructs broken and bent, starting to rust.
The sorry sight of them gave her no pause; if anything, it was like greeting an old, familiar face.
She smiled, humming an old, familiar tune…
“Something wicked this way comes…”
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Joe is a really cool guy and I think you should join his guild tbh.
Wishing you the best of luck with it mate!
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Joe’s events are sick, join this if you’re looking to have some fun horde side.
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Thank you friendly gnomes, you’re both far too kind! 
But this Joe fellow does try his best; and if you join his events he’ll offer you the most valuable thing he owns - his respect!
(Or uh; a shot glass of hand sanitizer. Worth a fortune in these troubled times - trust me, I’ve managed to pay off my mortgage with half a bar of soap this month).
Yes though, I’ve plenty more events planned twice a week - and we’ll certainly be getting out and about all over Azeroth, hot on the pursuit of Mad Mixie’s Travelling Carnevil!
Want to join us on the road, and stop her before it’s too late?!
Give me a poke in game any time, I’m always happy to recruit! 
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Red Venturers had the pleasure of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and we’re dragged into one of the madcap escapades against Mad Mixie’s Travelling Carnevil. Much enjoyment was had. If you like fast-paced madcap events then you should look these folks up.
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Thank you friend - you’re far too kind!
Was a pleasure DMing for you guys: couldn’t have asked for better partners in crime! We’ll have to do it again sometime, there’s plenty more madcap adventures where that came from!
Also - I’ve left a bit of a story on your own thread, hope it hasn’t made the place look TOO untidy! Here’s the conclusion again though, just to make my thread look that bit messier by comparison:
Mixie sat at her desk; her feet up - humming a familiar little tune, as she added the final few touches to the one of the little dolls sitting before her.
“There we are! All done and dusted!”
She smiled, placing the little figure back amongst the rest.
Crudely sewn together, from an array of fabrics, with miss-matched buttons for eyes; the gathering of dolls just about resembled a goblin, two trolls (one male, one female), a tauren, and two forsaken. All in little red tabards, with a “V” etched into the front; the sort of thing she’d envision a group called the “Red Ventures” would wear.
Taking a moment to admire her good works, Mixie soon produced a little pin from a drawer, and held it over the first little figure.
“Now then…eenie…meeenie…miney…”
She hovered the pin over each doll in turn; pausing for a second, before moving onto the next.
“Mo”
The pin came downwards; slamming one of the little dolls in the throat.
As the sun set over Orgrimmar, a lone blood elf was enjoying her evening by the fishing hole, just resting up, taking in the cooler spring breeze.
At least she was, until a certain slack jawed yokel came on over needing the mage’s services for her crew of shady mercenaries.
With a sigh, a groan and a sack of silver coins, she worked her magics - a portal to the north of the Cape of Stranglethorn. Alas, such a wildly located portal is at the whims of the ley-line currents, and from there out, it all went wrong.
A rough landing, a jungle-dwelling undead Tiki-Queen (self titled, of course) and her cohort of archers shooting into the gang, a feral wyvern and then the deal to die for. Or at least, finally getting told what she foolishly jumped along into:
The plans for a superweapon. A bomb to end all bombs. Goes without saying that no man should hold such power, mortal or otherwise.
They were due to be sold in Booty Bay that very night, to a cabal known as The New Order. Did they know that even that buy was already intercepted by yet another crew? Of course not, they’re just there to intercept and destroy the plans, Joy Division agents or no!
An ambush and a firey scrap later, this hodgepodge crew found themselves in a standoff against yet another crew, setting the whole deal up. The so-called New Order With some quick thinking and sleight of hand from the forsaken hunter along for the ride, the leader of that orgnisation’s crew went up in flames. A burning mess of a forsaken man charging after them out into the jungles.
All of it, merely enough time to get a portal up for the gang to escape, having made off with their half of the schematic.
As was said in another franchise: What a thrill~
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