
A few of us were playing around with our Horde characters the other evening. Here is Bob’s Tauren druid sitting in poop. Good times, my friends, good times.
Wednesday evening is on the books for our next five man instance. Suggestions?

A few of us were playing around with our Horde characters the other evening. Here is Bob’s Tauren druid sitting in poop. Good times, my friends, good times.
Wednesday evening is on the books for our next five man instance. Suggestions?

Tandy, Hocho, Jurgan, and myself blew through the Ramparts with no trouble at all last night, in spite of Scotty’s efforts to pull every mob in an entire area at once, but it’s not like a paladin is the best puller in the first place.

We all got together earlier this week and decided to tackle some of the odd quests up in Ogri’la. We thought we would give the dragon quest series a go, and we took them down with little trouble. I think this is Insidion, the Black Dragon. He took slightly longer to die than the others.
The only real casualty of the evening occurred when Noremacved was thrown off of a cliff. It was pretty damn funny, actually.
Started as a way to keep other players from asking us to join their guild, the Left Foot of Darkness slowly developed into a tightly knit group of ex-United States Army Special Forces who work as soldiers of fortune while being on the run from the military for a crime they didn't commit. Oh wait... that's the A-Team. Um, okay, the Left Foot of Darkness is a group of guys that have known each other for so many years that they are unable to get up off of their middle-aged butts and actually hang out, so they get together online and play World of Warcraft, uh.. and solve crimes from the Mystery Machine.