Big Stink in the Outlands

It seems some friends of mine are having a hard time in the Outlands.

One of them had found a way to use the Shartuul Transporter to possess a number of demons. (Luckily no one disturbed his real body while he was gone.) With these 'new bodies,' he fought his way to the honest-to-badness, real Shartuul. His final possession was a Shivan Assassin with three different forms.

That was when the trouble started.

Apparently a dastardly duo of wimpy Alliance were in the area, watching and waiting. When they saw the Shivan Assassin summon the great and terrible Shartuul, they attacked! Silly Alliance, they couldn't hope to defeat Lord Shartuul, and died quickly.

Once this was out of the way, Shartuul fell quickly before the cunning strategy of the Shivan Assassin's possessor. All that was left was to claim the spoils!

Here is where it gets evil.

Apparently, those two Alliance dregs weren't so dead that they couldn't steal the prize swag from the fallen Lord. My fel-possessing friend had little he could do as these weasels pilfered and ran.

Calling upon divine intervention was even of no help. Such a travesty only befits those Alliance swine. Well, I can't call them swine because that defames pigs too much, but you get the idea.

Needless to say, this caused quite an uproar. Many pleas were heard and unanswered. Doubtless the powers that be weren't so beneficent that day. I also heard some sniveling Alliance clan was touting their own evil actions and thumbing their collective nose at everyone.

Funny how adharma can catch up to you.

The entire Alliance guild of whiners disappeared with no word of their return and my friend was restored his prize.

Funny how things work out in the end!

See you in thirteen,
Deathie of Sisters of Elune

A Deadly Night Out

It was a wonderful night, last night. Over on Sisters of Elune, Delacroix gathered together more than 50 undead friends and made a run on Iron Forge. It was a blast!

I was late getting back from work, so I was behind for most of the trip. After crossing the wetlands as a short-cut, I caught up with the mob as the crossed into Loch Modan. They quickly dealt with the North Tower and moved on to Thelsamar. After clearing the town, awards were given for role-play. (I finally got a chance to test an Alliance mailbox - no, it doesn't work for the Horde.)

From there we trooped down to the based of Iron Forge's 'ramp.' This was the point where the Alliance finally made a concerted effort to interfere. During the melee, I broke my rule against going PVP; that druid was just too easy. Of course the female elfin rogue probably felt the same way about me.

Still, we persevered. Morale reached it's breaking point two-thirds of the way up the 'ramp.' Undaunted, I began to forge my way forward (pun intended). Death after death, I inched my way into Iron Forge. Funny thing, you can rez in the pit under the auction house and not draw the attention of the guards.

Still, my goal was closer to the Great Forge. I used my knowledge of the layout of the citadel to take a shortcut, rather than walk the Forge itself. That's when I ran into my buddy, the king. Here we are together:


See you soon!
Deathie