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"Dear me, the entertainment for the Fire Festival gets stranger every year! Next they'll be conjuring ice elementals and giving us prizes for how many times we can hit them with conjured fireballs!

"Oh, no, no, no, that'll never happen...not while this Ahune is up and about..."

The elf nods sagely to himself, and continues down the streets with an absent-minded hum.

Wait... the Warsong aren't on the warpath yet?

If you ain't seen the Windaxe, twinkletoes, you ain't seen NOTHIN' yet.

07/01/2012 12:41 PMPosted by Aleshton

Wait... the Warsong aren't on the warpath yet?

Wait..if the Warsong aren't on the warpath..then who was that who showed up at the front door trying to sell makeup? and they had a disgustingly pink colored dragon too.

The screaming was the only reason Kaeevanrash could tell it was Abominus who was on fire. He saw the spectacle from a distance, and couldn't help but smirk a little. The flaming undead bore a resemblance to a mental picture of some retribution Kaeev never took on him after a certain..incident..that took place a couple of years ago in Dalaran. This was not the shaman's doing, but he liked to imagine to himself that it was.

He rubbed his chin, which had been kept trimmed short ever since said incident.

"That's for stealing my beard."

*Watches Abominus run screaming, eats popcorn.*

Abominus and Gurglesnort ran screaming through the streets, on fire again, for some reason. Following behind were Larree, Moo, and Twisted of the Orgrimmar Fire Brigade, hosing them down with flaming oil.

*stealthily follows again, picking up new burning maggots and dropping them in alcohol-filled jars*

(Later, in Stormwind)

"Fire Festival clearance sale! Stock up on Fire Festival candles for next year, or use them for Hallow's End! The Horde's wickerman can't be on fire fast enough! Still endorsed by the Maggot Lord... and another deader too!"

07/01/2012 05:41 AMPosted by Sharanka

"You mess with Hellscream, you mess with me. Trust me, this is one Warsong you DON'T wanna set on the warpath."

Ahh hushup lil Orcette. Hellscreams a tool, we knows it, you knows it, time ta move on.

HEY ABOMINUS! Saves me somma that burning tallow drippin' offa ya hindquarters! I bet it'd make some REAL fine feather-wax!

*A still burning Abominus leaps onto Plainswander Hewt-thing's back, becoming a flaming mass of flailing, SHRIEKING limbs and dripping lava-like ichor and Maggots dressed in full Fire Protection gear, desperately trying to contain the wild fires spreading throughout their habitat*

HOOOT! CHIRPPLE HOOT CHIRPLE TWEEEEEET HOOT SQUAWWWK-K-K-K-K-K!!

*The Flaming Mass of Moonkin and Zombie flails about Orgrimmar, madly smearing burning forsaken butt-wax into it's feathers, whilst simultaneously trying to flick flaming maggots off itself.*

*One inadvertently lands on the alcohol....*

"I knew there was a reason I avoided this city."

Grinning, Tyr films the flaming, explosive mass of chicken and maggot. She throws some of her cardboard popcorn at the explosion, fueling the flames. And the rest she just randomly throws at rage fang, entertainment all on its own.

The screaming maggots become audible. The elf lets out a cackle.

"Oh yeeeeeeah! This one's going viral, baby!"

An orc runs behind Tyr, holding a boom mic out over her head, headphones on his ears.

By now, fully engulfed in flames, the hideous semi-organic mass of stinking greasy feathers, forsaken-bacon, and squirming maggots has ceased moving. The sodden, steaming mass, oozing the occasional fluid leaking to form rancid puddles. Deep within its unholy folds, a fevered green glow is beginning to leap from cell to cell.

Wherever the light touches, flesh knits and bones reset. Maggots grow and multiply, and flames nearly extinguished relight in verdant hues.

There's a twitch, a shudder, and a limb, it is unclear whose, snaps out, grabs the boom mic, and /PULLS...

Tyr blinks at the limb, then the mic, then the Protection Orc, following the action with her trusty camera.

"Well, this is getting ****ed up."