It’s a lie, the day has come (finally
)
After beating the legions of damned lost souls, rotten walking flesh, clattering bones we reached the pinnacle of horrifying cold. Nipples pointed, metal gained a chill, noses and beards froze. Out of breath from all the stairs we reached the throne on which these guys (so into bondage) were having the time of their life.
Under the command of our infamous warrior leader Candiru (Albeit afflicted as he was, with the vestiges of many wenches and much mead from the eve before) who warned us that defile was actually black fire
we prepared ourselves for Scene 12 Take 500 Roll 4.
Many brave souls had fallen and now lay recouperating under the ministrations of the priests and paladins of the Argent Crusade's base camp. The efforts made by all involved were many and notable, if time was taken to truly recount their deeds the sun would set on this glorious day and rise again on the morrow! The costs in gold enough for a dragons hoard! A proud monument now stands tribute to all of their bravery in the centre of Dalaran, all the unknown the unmentioned. Every soul that took part a bastion of steel and light to cast out the darkness that so threatened every man woman and child of Azeroth.
We hoped that Duckman with his huge sword would help us out in defeating this this monstrous king of the dead. But then he walked like a self-proclaimed pvp god into a frost trap. Faces were palmed, sighs went out loud. But suddenly laughs died out as the King of Rolling Bones came charging into our ranks, spreading his vile diseases, legions of undead. But it all swayed under our strength, undead minions were cleaved down with a power only matched by Saurfang himself,
AWW YEAH BABY
diseases faded under the cleansing powers of priests and paladins.
The king himself did not anticipate this, coweringly he shimmied to the center of his icy dancefloor, from there he called out to the inner most dark thoughts and fears of our heroes, from whom sprouted spirits as dark as the night. As our heroes battled these figments of darkness, our antagonist called unto the very powers of the cold north and summoned forth winds and fragments of ice hampering our heroes efforts and movements. The blocks of ice large enough to hurl any unfortunate soul to their death from his high perch. The magi, warlocks and hunters with deadly accuracy smashed these blocks preventing harm to their brothers in the melee. All the while the healers called upon the elements and the light to mend our vicious wounds before the cold sapped the strength from our very bones. Faced with such defiance the Lich King was angered and took the drastic action of destroying the very perch upon we stood!
The bloodied weapons of our heroes struck continuously unto our villain forcing him to desperately call out to his last servants, the souls in the very sword that began this nightmare.
With a last vestige of his power he delivered a final blow to our army, our decaying heroes were crying out in agony, cursing this vile sorcery. But the Lich King did not count on one brave hero, Ioko who pulled the very essence of life into him, allowing resurrection. Inspired by this courageous act of self sacrifice the Mighty Duckman finally realized he could bubble out of this trap, twirled forward like a ballerina on crack and shattered the Mighty Frostmourne in half! Thus releasing King Terenas’ soul, whom with his last vestiges of power restored our fallen heroes to their former glory.
Filled with vengeance our protagonists struck out with rage, until the last blow delivered a long expected end to the reign of the Lich King.
After witnessing a very dramatic interaction between the dead filthy human Arthas and his spirit father, we were all shocked when Bolvar stepped forward with a Terminator look stating:
‘ILL BE BAK’ (or insert screenshot of bolvar with sunglasses)
*Editors comments (Candiru
)
I would like to thank Junia (Hemal) for the above news post, as can you all in your responses. I merely edited parts of it and its a good update. Quickly done too so thanks again.
Also Kvit (aishi) for all the effort he's been putting in. I know how stressfull it is taking over as GM and you're doing an amazing job Im sure everyone can see that for themselves.
And then to everyone else from peons to peons, plebs to plebs. Even if you did nothing more than give me someone to bitch at you're all part of a great guild and should have pride in that.
Now then before I throw up from being nice I bid you adieu.. or w/e EW FRENCH BLEUUU-
