hmm... Where to begin?
A congratulations is in order for the remarkable display of leadership shown by riot officers in conducting a successful assult on Garr last night. Perhaps it was considered a small feat for them, however I will never grow wary of watching a guild run so smoothly without its baroness at the helm. It is a wonder and a pleasure to see so many apt leaders working harmoniously together within the same group. My hat is off to Quelyn for commandeering so many able leaders within the confines of her guild.
My night did not begin or end with the raid on Molten Core. In the interum of waiting for a raid spot to open, I contented myself with an assult on the Baron Rivendare. Whilst the undead captain was able to elude our grasp, I did not come away empty handed. Nerub'enkan was good enough to relinquish the next piece of my set....
Special thank you to Brewbeard for fitting me with spurs.
Tired after the hard fight with Garr, I headed home for wintersprings. There I was greeted by NightShade, my moonstalker companion I saved from the wilds of aberdine when he was nothing more than a runt. My steps to the row of hammock were quickly intercepted as he began pushing me back to the gates of Everlook. I went willingly, after all, who would argue with a 600 lb beast when he is hungry?
So we staked out our favorite spot full of sabertooth bears and chimaera. I watched as Nightshade bounded about, improving his technic and scrapping off whatever small tidbits of meat I could wrestle away from the silly cat. (which wasnt much) Slowly his pray began to fall more easily beneath his paws, until finally his technic was perfected. I watched in wonder at the this cat that was no longer the runt he once was.
Giving the contented kitty a pat for a job well done, I slung the string of meat I was able to gather over my back and tredged through the snow to the master of saber trainers at Frostsaber Rock.
As I handed him the meat he told me yet again what I was to do and why, as if he hadnt told me a dozen times already. The senile old bat! With a sigh, knowing my goal was far from hand, I finally set back to the quiet recluse of my hammock.
Posted at 10:24 am by Fantasma
