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Mar 29th 2012 2:29PM Its a shame, but Garrosh still does better than 80% of wall street on finances
Feb 14th 2012 6:12PM Just as the former leader of the holy light had the last of his life drained from his form he was overtaken by a blinding light that seemed to blind him to everything. He than suddenly felt healed and rejuvenated, his robes, even his hat which had exploded off his head in the previous battle were all back to there proper states. "What is this?! Where am I?!" cried the irritated old man. What the twilight father, known as Benedictus, saw was a plane devoid of anything but a white floor. "Is-Is this the light?!" he asked with trepidation fearing what judgement me might receive. An all to familiar voice rang out to him like a speaker stuck on full volume "Behold, "Archbishop" as you have been chosen to participate in a Tornament" boasted none other than Tirion High Crusader and leader of the Argent Crusade.
"Ah! Tirion, Im glad to see a frie-" but before the archbishop could finish his words tirion interrupted him "I know of your dealings with Deathwing, and for that is why you are here, to fight to the death as judgement by the holy light!" rang the crusader. "Here is your opponent now!" Tirion said as a figure that appeared to look like a photograph that was inverted. The dragon arched blue streams of energy and was phasing in and how getting stronger each time. The very phasing seeming to make a howling noise that seemed to inhale and exhale. "Ah, The fools didn't suspect a thing, faking my own death, now all i have to do is go back into the shadows and rebuild my infinite dragonflight!" casually stated the gigantic black dragon before realizing where he had turned up. "OH! What is this, a shift in the timeline? yes, Tirion's doing, And now im to fight to the death against this mortal! fascinating!" Murozond exclaimed seemingly talking to himself.
And so they began as Tirion stepped out of the ring disappearing Murozond still paying little attention to Bendectus even after he sent a wave of light arching from his hands to the dragons thigh. Bellowing in pain the dragon turned around "right, the here and the now, focus!" as a mystical sand erupted from his gullet which tore at the archbishop's robes and skin "You cannot stand up to the lord of time himself!". "Time? time is irrelevant, there is only POWAH! UNLIMITED POWAH!!!!!" as the former priest sent a combination of light and shadow beams from each hand merging to become a twilight beam ripped through the air crackling with magic. Again the dragon was pummeled by the twisted spell as flesh was burnt away "Do your damage now, but the future for you has yet to change!" Murozond yelled as a yellow circled appeared under Benedictus. With that the behemoth launched a golden orb on a crash coarse for the priest hitting him directly. Benedictus now burnt beyond recognition still twitched with life, he reached for a small hourglass imbedded in the terrain a few yards ahead of him only to come eye to eye with the infinite one. "There are some points in history that can never be changed" said the dragon licking his lips as he raised up and cleaved the corpse in two with his jaws. "The winner, Murozond!" cried Tirion as the former aspect of time faded away much the same to how he appeared.
Nov 29th 2011 8:09AM Time said Nozdormu had to be there so he dressed for the occasion! A dragon in a dragon suit!
Nov 21st 2011 4:40PM The dwarf who has mapped countless continents of Azeroth, Brann Bronzebeard finds himself in another sticky situation. "Me head, Wha was in that ale...." the fun sized explorer announced as he righted himself picking up his hat from the ground and placing it on his head. No sooner had he dons so than an arrow pierced the leathery companion pinning it to the wall of the Colosseum Brann found himself in. "wha in the blue blazes whas tha!" The dwarf wheeled around just in time to dodge another silver tipped arrow fired from a cloaked figure. "Aye, Lass, ye not wantin ta be doin this!" as the dwarf pulled a mining pick from a sheath on his back. As the figure stood there silently drawing back on her bow Brann simply sighed "Well ok, Ye want to play hard ball, eh?, good cause thats just my kinda game!". As the arrow sliced through the air of the collosiem headed right for Brann, the dwarf pulled a small stone tablet from his waistband and deflected the arrow. Leaping like a spring loaded jackrabbit Brann dove towards his mysterious attacker first with a heel kick which was blocked by figures bow. Useing the momentum of his pick axe he swong not only snagging the cloak of the attacker but launching himself a safer distance from the woman. "Wait jus a second i know ye, yer Rhonins lass, what are ya doing here?" asked the explorer. "well...isn't it obvious, I'm killing you!" the elf shouted launching three arrows simultaneously. Just like that all three arrows made contact, but to the suprise of the elf bounced off the Dwarfs now rock like skin, "Ye didna expect it ta be tha easy did ya lass?" Brann responded by taking a trinket out from one of his satchels. The figure looked like a small golem, placeing it on the gorund it began to grow to ten feet high placeing Brann on its shoulder. "Picked this little lad up in Ulduar!" as the golem raised its hand cannon firing a motlen ball of iron at the lith elf. An explosion rang out as dust and stone exploded in every direction. "was that suppose to hit me you senile old dwarf!" the ranger shouted. "It was na supose ta hit ye!" he exclaimed as Veressa noticed a small stone scarab clinging to her back. Before she could speak hundreds of thousands of small stone scarabs crawled from the impact area engulfing the elf head to toe in a sea of grinding stone insects. In a few seconds nothing was left and the scarabs disintegrated to sand. "Ye never know what mysterious things are buried in our world" said the Dwarf victorious.
Nov 20th 2011 1:16PM Ok...so here is my DK...and im only putting together the random thoughts about this now so hang tight folks!
Once a strong Dwarven rifleman who fell during Arthas's betrayal my body was discovered years later around the time of the events of Ulduar. A member of the Ebon Blade excovateing under a layer of ice in the Dragonsblight found the perfect dwarf corpse in a block of ice. Taking pity on me he used his death gate to have my body shipped to the Ebon Hold to be raised as a Death Knight by the Instructor of the Unholy. Coming to terms with what arthas had done I set my sights on Northrend only focusing of the act of revenge calling myself Voludo Ironbeard no longer I adopted the named Voludo Frostbeard. With nothing but the Saronite armor crafted for me by the Holds ever so cheery blacksmith I had planned to stow away on a ship set for Valiance Keep. As I road my ebon charger to the docks I stopped when I saw a raven, nothing looked out of the ordinary but for a reason I didnt fully understand my charger turned and lead me to the mage quarter where I lost track of the raven. It started to rain and i sought shelter inside the mage tower and noticed a mage tending to a portal, after asking where it went i was infromed that the portal went to the dark portal. He informed me that with the crusade in northrend the portals defences were weakend and i should go and lend my aid, to which i begrudgingly did. Anything to hone my skills and test my ability to exact my revenge. After defending the portal and aiding various locations among dreanor I developed a fondness for Nagrand and Zangarmarsh.
Such beauty in what should be a shattered lifeless husk of a world. It taught me an important lesson, while my body may seem an empty husk of my former self, I can harness whats left and make it flourish with life. As i finally made my way back to the dark portal with the urge of revenge subdued, instead replaced by a feeling of bringing back into balance the forces of death that have been so distorted by Arthas. I than worked my way through the frozen continent making allys along the way joining a guild known as Fallen Legacy we together aided and fought back arthas at his very doorstep. With a new lich king in power and death held at balance i now watch over northrend when i can pull my attention away from the events of the shattering and looking forward to the continant to regain balance like that of Nagrand and Zangarmarsh. It was the sport of my death, and will remain my place I call home.
Nov 16th 2011 7:49PM Nozdormu is gonna appear in a Nozdormu suit! Time said he had to be there so he dressed for the occasion!
Nov 8th 2011 11:12AM I think that MoP sets a tone of adventure, and exploration, to go where no azerothian has gone before. Where we realize the world is round, not just 3 flat continents made from the original Kalimdor. In the wake of such devastation and upheaval deathwing brought about its time for the world to heal. This doesn't mean there is no threat, the most threatening enemy are those who make themselves known only when the time is right. It is a tone of recovery after such devastation from the scourge and deathwing. We still have threats, the Zandalari, The Old Gods, The Naga, and the Burning Legion are still out there. With Vanilla wow we weren't given a main bad guy to fight, its only in burning crusade, and wotlk, and cataclysm we had a unifying "big bad guy". Its time to work up to creating more big bad guys.
Sep 20th 2011 8:37AM i would have loved to see an NPC called The Healer, or The Dr. for this expansion that takes us in a blue outhouse to the new 5 mans and aids us with his sonic wand, while traveling with two human compainions Amy Ocean, and Wory Rilliams