My only experience of the Ratters is when theyâre trying to kill me, and even then I donât mind that much. Good bunch.
Imagine getting to travel around the world, kill stuff and make money whilst doing all of that.
Rumours are weâll be heading north soon for a BIG expedition. Aint no better time to join than now.
I canât wait to join Ratters. The best retirement home around.
You may ask why?
Simply said, the rp is the most chill, yet still so immersive. Big ups, join em today, you donât need to be a senior to have great rp here.
tHeY stOLe OuR cArAVaN kOdO!!
Which i love, small and nice story to get a new mount^^ Take care of our old lady <3
Spud is already spoilt rotten and much loved
Meats back on the menu etc. etc.
I sure love having Isabella as my friend :smug:
The best mercenaries a proper lad could ask for, thereâs no better people in the business than the ratters. I also hear they got a pet rat called Paul, so thatâs pretty cool!
You know I donât think this guild has any ratsâŚ
But an Ex-Caravan-Kodo!!
Because we keep killing them.
Spud is very happy in her retirement
âŚshe was still hacking away at the abberation when Gideonâs single eye was staring her down, tinged with cruel mirth. She hated him, and his horrible eye especially, certain that one day she will blind the man. A blind idiot man.
âMaybe cause they donât exist, your imaginary lilâ adventurinâ band?â
She saw Meron grin ridiculously from the corner of her eyes, and she imagined the elf as dead as that ridiculous moron Rum. Back at that hateful Gideon. She killed a bloody dragon, didnât she? What would this cyclops know? She still remembered the vertigo, the sheer thrill of it. She could feel her hands shaking, and clenched them in an effort to not appear the twitchy mess she might be at heart. Donât punch the man, donât lose your paycheck.
âYou gotta work on the details, luv. Makes it more believable. Perâaps give the band some character. Mention theyâre chums of yours.â
âThey ainât chums of mine!â she fired back, remembering her fists bloodying Lawrenceâs face, pummeling away at Steercut, driving Eadmaer to the ground, carving her dagger into Hallwellâs gut, âI hate the lot oâ them!â
But Gideon kept on that awful smile. She imagined him groaning at her feet bloody from a dozen wounds or more. She imagined him in Roverâs place three years ago, hissing his vile garbage and helpless at heart. She imagined him freezing away in that cold hellhole, with nary a friendly face to turn to for years and yearsâŚ
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Some say blue is my favourite colour.
Of course if I were ever asked this in public Iâd deny it.
Aerie Peak blues
give me back my money
The Sunnyglade Ratters remain in Kul Tiras, waiting for the outcome of a dangerous job to blow over. Not to mention they are under new leadership.
(J Giddy is BACK)
Heroic return of Giddy J
Incredible
After some minor whale troubles, the Ratters are back in Stormwind!