World of Warcraft®

There is no book. You're making this up as you go. Those keys Araneon gave you open up the door to the executive washroom. There is nothing deadly about them.

To be fair, he needs some grooming. As someone who wields the power of the Red Button, he should at least look like he's befitting of the power.

Like me.

Araneon. Just because you've the shiniest hair in all the land does -not- mean you have the right to revoke the privileges of the red button from the guild master.

That being said, it's a well-known fact that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach: ie. buffalo chicken and mac n'cheese... (or an axe to the chest, but I'm going to scrap that one for fear of getting Aethel a bit too excited).

((This IS Aethel, my other account is done.))

*Hefts her axes, and eyes Liore* Definitely the fastest way to a mans heart. And liver. And spleen. And Kidneys. Those sell for a lot to the forsaken. Just so you know.

I think we're getting off-track.

-Steps into his Dr Robotnik suit and spends the weekend sucking people into his girth and jettisoning them across the city.-

*whacks Lio... with a kitten*

OFFTRACK IS FOR THE WEAK.

*axes the kitten* I missed Liore! DAMNIT!

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside

We're still looking for late-night adventurers for raiding and would rather not see our raiding schedule become that cemetery.
*raises a giant neon sign with 'FRESH SUBS' flashing bright green*
Ahhk, wrong one! ..oh, whatever.

*Note: The WfC does not promote kitten slaying.

*Is busy gutting kittens.* Huh? What do you mean 'we don't promote kitten slaying'? It's right on the front of the charter.

Along with Pirates.

*Puts on eyepatch and drinks rum.*

That's applesauce.

You're drinking applesauce.

My -special- applesauce.

*makes the kittens into a Wonderful coat.* Kittens work better than dalmatians.

*Chokes it back up.* The stuff you use to kidnap whales for your 'Timeshare conventions'?!

...Applesauce is pointless without good latkahs and sour cream.

I'd rather enjoy a good port thank you. :)

You will find no port here. Only darkness. And possibly taxes.

I was enjoying WrA flooding the streets of Silvermoon for a while, there, until CRZ sucked us into its girth and jettisoned us into Moonguard territory.

It is an unwise practice to judge a server as a whole, but the people on WrA, while many were spastic and juvenile, had a penchant for para-roleplay and emote soliloquy. Both of which I enjoy. I even made a couple of partners, with whom I can no longer write with. No, I don't like battletag rp.

Irritating.

I also noticed I was the only guy from CC on the block, and was met with the wary fascination often afforded the novel and the unusual.

No, Lio, that's just the effect you have on most people anyway.

Speaking of which, I'd like to think that the WfC as a whole could have somewhat the same effect on any willing late-night raiders. But how will they ever know unless people wander with us?

I promise not to stab anyone with my helm, but I'm not sure we can avoid the weekly slaughter of something innocent...ish. Ideas for what to offer the Recruit Sirens and Deities anyone?

Happy Holidays to all loyal guild-mates of WfC. DEATH TO EVERYONE ELSE

.... Wait a moment. Lio like... grumpy old night elf from... over a year ago?!