Ahoy, ye landlubbers an’ lubbers o’ the blade!
Gather 'round the tavern fire an’ let ol’ Cap’n Muckduck spin ye a tale 'bout the Outlaw Rogue—the swaggerin’, pistol-packin’, blade-jugglin’ scoundrel o’ Azeroth!
We ain’t yer sneaky, shadow-hugging cousins from the back alleys of Stormwind or the crypts of Undercity—nah, we Outlaws fight in the open, chest out, grin wide, and eyes gleamin’ with trouble. We ain’t just rogues. We’re pirates, duelists, bloody legends.
Dual wieldin’ steel sharper than a naga’s tongue, we roll the dice—literally. With Roll the Bones, we let fate guide our hands. Luck be a lady, and she’s always ridin’ shotgun on our adventures. Six buffs, and we only need one ta cause chaos. Hit the right combo, and even the Titans’ll be takin’ cover.
And don’t forget the boomsticks. Ain’t nothin’ finer than poppin’ a pistol shot mid-spin like some arcane ballet of death. Between Between the Eyes and Dispatch, we’re leavin’ enemies seein’ stars and missin’ limbs.
Mobility? We’re slipperier than a murloc dipped in oil. Grappling hooks swing us across the battlefield like we’re dancin’ through a hurricane, and good luck pinning us down—we vanish faster than rum in Booty Bay on Brewfest.
Style points? We drip with ‘em. Tricorn hat, bandolier loaded, blades that sing sea shanties as they carve through foes. If ya ain’t fightin’ with a smirk an’ a curse on yer lips, ye ain’t fightin’ Outlaw.
So hoist yer cutlass, load yer powder, and roll them bones, matey. 'Cause there ain’t no party like an Outlaw party—just ask the poor sods who picked a fight with one.
Dead men tell no tales—but Outlaws? We write ‘em in blood and gold.