Ravenholdt RP Sanctum

Poll: Rogue vs Rouge, a Linguistic PoV

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 16:33:05 GMT

by Kiraleen (Posted Wed, 10 Mar 2010 16:33:05 GMT)

Yubarl wrote:
Lerossa wrote:
Rouges are overpowdered.

someone had to say it

I heard Revlon is a viable PvP spec now.

No way, man. L'Oreal all the way!

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Famous Last Words - A game of lol.

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:31:41 GMT

by Katelle (Posted Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:31:41 GMT)
Famous Last Words - "I heard Revlon is a viable PvP spec now."

And because I want to put something that I actually came up with...

Famous Last Words - "It's not THAT far down!"

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[H] Soul Searching (A Story From the Life of Lukar Darksun)

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 21:47:12 GMT

by Lukar Darksun (Posted Tue, 09 Mar 2010 21:47:12 GMT)
((First, a brief intro. I had posted this before, but had taken it down due to lack of response. However, I have decided (with some prodding from a friend) to put it back up. Now for a little intro. This story exists for the purpose of explaining where Lukar has been for the last year. This story will serve as that explanation when I return to WoW in about two months or so (two months and eight days; I may or may not be counting them anxiously). It is not full of action. It is largely philosophical with the majority of the story content being Lukar's internal dialogue as he wanders through the Barrens. This story is not designed to make you walk away thinking about the nature of war or of victory. It simply explains where a character has been. If you come away from it with a different perspective, that's awesome. If you don't, well then take it as what it is intended to be.

What do I hope to gain by posting this, you may ask. Well, I want your criticism and/or praise. Please, by all means stroke my ego. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. However, I want a few things from you in criticism or praise. First off, I ask that you please make it constructive. If praise, tell me what you liked most and why it was effective, etc. If you didn't like something, tell me why and perhaps tell me what you'd like to see instead. I won't get mad or be resentful so long as the criticism is thoughtful and helpful. Telling me I suck or the story is lame, etc, is not helpful. Telling me that you didn't like part X because you found certain elements repetitive is.

And now that I've already typed up a wall of text to introduce the story, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen of the community: my story.))

Lukar could feel it in his bones. He was tired. It was a deep tiredness; the kind of tired that penetrates deep into the body, sucking away any and all strength left in the muscles. His heavy plate armor weighed down on him, the thick plates threatening to force him to his knees with every step. If only he could sleep… just find an oasis and put his head down… let the currents of sleep just carry him away—but no, he could not sleep. This was a quest, and the physical toll exacted upon his flesh was but a price to be paid on this quest, this journey for understanding.

The sun beat down harshly on him as he walked the plains of the Barrens. More specifically, it beat down on his armor, heating it, which in turn heated him. However, that was just another price to pay. He would not shed his metal armor. He did not continue wearing it because the Barrens were a dangerous place. He continued to wear it because he was a warrior, but more importantly, he was an Orc warrior. His warrior’s code required he pay this price. His armor was his second skin and the shield slung across his back and the axe hanging at his side were extensions of hands. He sighed, adjusting his shoulder plate slightly and continued walking, each step raising a small cloud of dust, each step threatening to drive him down to his knees. While he walked, he thought.

Northrend was what filled his thoughts. He had returned from its frozen wastes to wander Kalimdor, seeking some sort of resolution with what he had seen there. He needed an answer that could explain the slaughter that had occurred at the Wrathgate. He needed an answer that could explain the countless lives lost in continuous assaults on Naxxramas, the Obsidian Sanctum, and against Malygos. He understood why these live had been lost in the attacks against the Lich King’s forces. This was a war. War had a cost, but why did there have to be a war? The answer was obvious. The war needed to be fought to stop Arthas and his undead armies. What had caused this situation though? This world it seemed was always in a state of flux. If not engaged in war then it was preparing for one. No sooner was one conflict ended than another one began. His body served testimony to this fact. He was covered in scars, his limbs had been broken more times than he could count, and his eye… his eye was gone. He lifted a hand to his face tracing the vicious scar that twisted his features into a permanently lopsided grin. The scar ran from his forehead down and over a now empty eye socket then curved down to end at his jaw. He was lucky that the eye was all that was gone. He lowered his hand and walked on.

Azeroth was forever engulfed in conflict. Lukar knew this to be true. He had fought in many of those conflicts, and was fighting even still. Why? If war was constant, what was the point in fighting? Duty? Honor? Artificial constructs created by the inhabitants of this land in order to explain why they fought. It was Arthas’ sense of duty that drove him to Northrend and caused him to take up Frostmourne. Was it an oath that drove him to fight? Lok’tar ogar, the cry he issued when he charged into battle, victory or death. What foolishness. It was just another artificial construct. If war is constant than there can be no victory, and so only death remains. There was the answer though. If he did not want to die then his only recourse was to pursue victory. He was not ready to die. He wasn’t done fighting yet.

There was hope as well. His own people were a testament to hope. The Blood Elves were a testament to hope. The Forsaken, the Trolls, the Tauren, hell the entire Horde stood as monument to what could be accomplished. His people had freed themselves from the blood haze. They had fought to save the world rather than destroy it. They had broken free from a part of the cycle. The Blood Elves had reclaimed the Sunwell. The forces of the Sunwell Offensive had vanquished Kil’jaeden himself in the process. The Sunwell was purified and the Burning Legion had been dealt a crushing defeat. The Forsaken had broken free from the control of the Lich King. Now they stood united with the Horde in fighting to vanquish the Lich King himself. The Tauren had been driven from their home, but with the help of the Orcs they had reclaimed it. Now the once-nomadic tribes were united under Cairne Bloodhoof—well, all save the Grimtotem. The Darkspear Tribe had been driven nearly to extinction. Now they were proud allies in the fight against evil. Hope. There was hope. Things could change for the better, and Lukar wanted to help cause that change. That was why he fought. That was why he would fight still. He wanted help by a catalyst of change for the better. Maybe one day Azeroth would know peace.

He put his fingers to his mouth and blew a sharp whistle. His wolf, Faoil, came bounding from the underbrush. He smiled, kneeling and ruffling her neck affectionately. He had spotted her following him a few days ago, but he had not driven her back to the Crossroads where he had left her. He welcomed her company though he had vowed to leave all but armor and weapons behind on this trek. They were partners. She had been through all he had. He stood and swung himself up into the saddle, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “To Orgrimmar, girl. We have a war to help finish.”

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[H]

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 21:37:02 GMT

by Lukar Darksun (Posted Tue, 09 Mar 2010 21:37:02 GMT)
Though I may not wear their tag anymore, I am always and forever Bloodfury in my heart! Lok'tar ogar!

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Unconventional (Open RP)

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:19:09 GMT

by Selris (Posted Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:19:09 GMT)
Selris fancied himself a gentleman. He was polite in social occasions that called for it, he was courteous to the needs of others, and he tried to be witty when faced with opposition.

He also held the door open for others.

As a former priest of the holy light, turned medic through the healing abilities he had retained he had found it prudent to remain a kind soul and help those in need, to be peaceful whenever he could. He found it trying at times, given the company he found himself in.

With two meaty hands wrapped around his throat and crushing his windpipe he found it odd to be so calm when he had gone berserk when someone had moved his herb barrel.

The cultist was, for lack of a better word, heavy. Well fed, and not all of his bulk was fat. He also seemed shielded from the weaker offensive abilities of the undead. If he had been smarter he would have realized that trying to choke an undead was akin to trying to squeeze blood out of a turnip.

But while being ineffective at killing the priest it was very effective at keeping him locked away from magic. As the man above him sweated and grunted while trying to choke the life (That was no longer there) from the priest, Selris was struck with inspiration.

He didn't have the strength of his brother-in-law, or his boss or most of his co-workers, but he was lean, flexible, and surprisingly fast at times. Time to imitate the backstabbers he thought as he tried to remember what they did.

An image of the she-orc Kil'gora slamming the hilt of her dagger into the kidney of an elf attacking him came to mind first, then an image of the sole of Ingall's foot as it suddenly appeared between a man's legs and the man giving a gasping wheeze of pain, finally, an image of his mother stabbing her thumbs into a man's eyes as he tried to draw his blade on her.

Cheap shots he thought as he felt the pressure lift off his leg and free it. Not wasting any time the priest move it to the side and up, slamming his knee into the sensitive male anatomy. Then doing it again and again.

The cultist let out a wheezing squeak of pain and rolled off him. Finally free, Selris lunged for his staff and brought it up, bringing the bottom down in a lunge straight at the kidney of the cultist who was struggling to get up.

The cultist let out a cough and a groan as the staff dented into the soft part of his back and into the sensitive organ. His groan turned into a grunt as the priest swung his staff upwards in an arc straight at the man's jaw, causing him to roll over, and fall off the cliff without a sound.

As Selris watched the seemingly small splash in the ocean below he decided that he wouldn't tell anyone about this. After all, he had an image to keep up.

(( What makes a character interesting is how it is not two dimensional, it does not always fit a stereotype or the role people always expect from it. This is just an open thread for stories about how your characters break the mould set for them, whether its in their life, their fighting style, or their work.))

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Hmm. Comp-tech problems.

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 23:14:38 GMT

by Zenithas (Posted Mon, 08 Mar 2010 23:14:38 GMT)
Heh. More? They already make sure I can't sleep due to late-night gymnastics. =O

TJI: Managed to get a cheap second-hand monitor. Then after installing it, the board just gave out. I'm not having a good run with this machine.

WTS: Junk pile a la "Office Space"

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A small proposition.

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 21:49:55 GMT

by Ingall (Posted Mon, 08 Mar 2010 21:49:55 GMT)
I wish I saw this sooner. OP

Is this price still up?))

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Mixing OOC and IC.

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 21:11:19 GMT

by Tiaera (Posted Mon, 08 Mar 2010 21:11:19 GMT)
Centari* btw

unfortunately he is back in training but I can pass anything on via text to him if someone really wants ^^.

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Is anyone else not able to log on since patch?

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 11:08:31 GMT

by Naunet (Posted Mon, 08 Mar 2010 11:08:31 GMT)
No problems logging in here, but I have been getting regular lag spikes for several weeks now when before it was smooth sailing. Blue posts have pointed to the latest NVIDIA drivers as the culprit, but... I haven't updated my drivers since I got the new computer (last December), sooooo not so sure about that one.

Here's to hoping you can figure out a solution!

@Aladius: Personally, I'm working on on taking Nau all the way to the Lich King in ICC, so ideally she won't acknowledge the statues ICly until that happens. Maybe other RPers are feeling the same?

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[Raid] The Ecstasy of Cold

Sun, 07 Mar 2010 16:29:49 GMT

by Deylani (Posted Sun, 07 Mar 2010 16:29:49 GMT)
So.. how much is this worth again?

It hadn't taken very long for her mood to grow sour. The freezing temperature was enough to make her temper flare. One thing she hated the most, was being cold. So why had she aggreed to take on such a job with the Company? Profit of course. All those thoughts and more flittered through her mind just as the last blows landed against the monstrous Marrowgar. In her attempt to flee from spreading flames, Dey'lani wasn't really paying much attention to her surroundings like normal. Though this time, one of the four skulls was her obstacle. Looking back over her shoulder, a small grin spread across rose petal lips seeing that the beast had finally been downed. However, the sound of something flying through the air seemed to be getting awfully close and fast. Emeralds watched in slow motion as the bony shell sailed over her head, landing directly in front of her. Muscles flexed, sending her lithe body into the air and within that same milisecond timeframe, she rematerialized a few feet away. Landing in a huff, she stopped short of the group with a rather nasty expression across her face. Bending over slightly, she clutched her stomach for a brief moment. She almost hated Blinking for that exact reason.. the nausea afterwards. Standing back upright, emeralds danced over to the group.

"Oh Gods.. that thing almost crushed me." A small shiver creeped up her spine, causing arms to wrap around her waist. Focus flashed down to the heaping pile of gore and bones that used to be Marrowgar. Seeing that the other three heads were still attached, a single brow perked. Just her luck, right? At that point, more people started filing into the room. Carrying.. a gigantic coffin? She watched in silence as Humans and Orcs alike worked on bringing in the trophy of sorts. Yet again, another idea flashed through her mind.

"Hey Loky... you think you can find something big enough to carry that severed skull out of here? Might fetch a decent price to the right person." Giving a sheepish grin, she giggled softly.

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Roleplaying with art.

Sat, 06 Mar 2010 21:18:45 GMT

by Rahzael (Posted Sat, 06 Mar 2010 21:18:45 GMT)
Original post updated.

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Pic thread

Sat, 06 Mar 2010 15:41:43 GMT

by Sindrasa (Posted Sat, 06 Mar 2010 15:41:43 GMT)

Lerossa wrote:
It makes me all warm and fuzzy to see a night elf priest wearing a Horde hoodie.

I was horde for 4 years till i came on ravenholdt last month

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[A] Squiddlyface [OOC; No, this is not a joke!]

Sat, 06 Mar 2010 09:33:04 GMT

by Lukar Darksun (Posted Sat, 06 Mar 2010 09:33:04 GMT)
((Yeah, but my guy is just an old pal of Lukar's. My bank alt is old now, so he just hangs out in Orgrimmar and takes care of Lukar's stuff as a favor to him. He's not the type to be a "Merchant Prince"))

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Twilight Empire's Lunar Festival Party

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 13:18:51 GMT

by Donnelly (Posted Fri, 05 Mar 2010 13:18:51 GMT)
Especially not with what undead call fingers *ouch*

Wish you could have made it Tampa, we could have sat on the beach and compared scars.

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Stormclaw, no longer Rokktar.

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 08:30:45 GMT

by Rokktar (Posted Fri, 05 Mar 2010 08:30:45 GMT)
It was said that mere shadows were seen of the honorable Blooodfury Eldest...

Along with the Greatmother herself,a very aged Rokktar Stormclaw, finds himself in the Land of Winds. Commonly known as Nagrand.

"...She's seen it all. The cursed blood of Mannoroth, Red Pox, an ancient plague that devastated the old orcish clans. By the spirits, she's even here to witness our losses because of the snapping cold of the North..." He thinks to himself in silence.

He admires her...
He always has...

Much more than an idol or role model, Geyah alone truly represents the strength and resilience of the orcish race. To him, she is the mother, he only had when he was younger. The mother that warned him when danger was around, that kept him safe when he was scared as a youngen' , the one that gave him love when he felt hurt.
It is by time, Elder Stormclaw finds solitude and exile here. Away from the neverending drums of war, gone are the shreaking echoes of Northrend and the piercing howls of orcish wolfs that care for nothing but to tear the flesh of each others backs.

He is not dead. It is the opposite by far. Here he finds time to celebrate but also teach the orcish pups from all clans Kalimdor has to bring forth. Together, Geyah and Elder Stormclaw have already met with one of them.

With a warm and inviting smile, Geyah turns to him: "...Steelspine will be a very fine matron, my child."

Stormclaw chuckles without a word. Few seconds pass after he nods back. "She's only shown me different once, Greatmother ... and she'll always remember what becomes of the ones that lack loyalty or common sense. I made sure of that."

Geyah shakes her head slightly. "What did you do now, Rokktar?"

Gently his hand brushes over his own cheek. "Nothing, mother... nothing." A bold lie, as a naiv child would present his all knowing mother after doing something the child was not supposed to. That is what he gives her. "She will be fine. Dabu, I trust in her."

You know... "Geyah replied after contemplating."... You know... there is much more to be done. When was the last time you invited the Clans to a Kosh'arg? Or your Trk'hsk? Is that all you've been thinking about? The Clans are growing, there are more of them it seems... more Clans with even more grunts. "

"I know, I know... I will take care of it." Elder Stormclaw interupts her in her speech and with a very casual and slow step he leaves the Inn at Garadar.

Yet, it's been a mere shadows that have been seen of the Eldest...

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Rokktar Stormclaw - Spirit Champion

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 06:32:37 GMT

by Rokktar (Posted Fri, 05 Mar 2010 06:32:37 GMT)
Thanks for the compliment.

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Who would you want to write for Blizzard?

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 19:15:27 GMT

by Killer Kalah (Posted Thu, 04 Mar 2010 19:15:27 GMT)
Jeff Grubb is pretty good. I enjoyed his work on the Magic novels and I know that he has written for Blizzard before. R.A. Salvatore is decent as well. Another of my favorite authors created the most infamous mary sue of them all, but I enjoy how he describes fights.

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Cataclysm and You: Stats and System Changes

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 17:18:34 GMT

by Kiraleen (Posted Thu, 04 Mar 2010 17:18:34 GMT)

June wrote:
Don't care to speculate.

I'll deal with whatever when it arrives.

Yeah. They said they're "not even close" to testing things out yet, so who knows how much will change (and it will -- Murphy's Law owns us all) by the time the expansion comes out.

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Can anybody craft Belt of the Titans?

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 17:11:15 GMT

by Zenithas (Posted Wed, 03 Mar 2010 17:11:15 GMT)
I think I can. That's the Ulduar DPS one, right?

*/headscratch* When I get time to pay for my account, sure. Send me an in-game mail if you find one betweentimes; I'll just make it for you otherwise. The mats aren't exactly gon'na kill me.

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Before we get started (Question to y'all)

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 15:20:12 GMT

by Brynjar (Posted Wed, 03 Mar 2010 15:20:12 GMT)
The 90's... I lived through it, and I made it out in one piece! The others... are not so lucky...

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UI Builds

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 17:33:59 GMT

by Lukar Darksun (Posted Tue, 02 Mar 2010 17:33:59 GMT)

Zenithas wrote:
Aye.

I prefer my health bar to be near my character's avatar - makes it easier to refer to. Target goes on top of that, and the same reason. I tend to put my chat between them and the action buttons...

Psh. I don't even bother with the health bar. I'm a tank. If it's not near full all the time, we're fucked anyway.

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Sunny day in Booty Bay (open)

Mon, 01 Mar 2010 12:57:23 GMT

by Murrough (Posted Mon, 01 Mar 2010 12:57:23 GMT)
He couldn't help but feel the troll's irritation and vaguely wondered if it was his fault. Everything he had done for her so far was because she asked politely... The fact that she was half-naked at the time had nothing to do with it, nope, of course not.

Then as soon as the mention of slavery came out he had taken charge, now he was the one making demands and lusting for blood. He grimaced, maybe he was being a little pushy. He took a deep breath after he was outside the humid bar to settle down. This woman was obviously the forgiving type, if she didn't want the slavers decapitated and their heads mounted on pikes, it was not Murrough's place to do so.

He frowned at a thought. He wouldn't strike the slavers, but he wasn't above intimidation and angry demands, hopefully fear would work to get his way this time. He vaguely wondered if he should have grabbed his axe instead of the knife, the knife was more useful for his fighting style right now, but the axe just sent more of a message for possible orcish brutality.

He watched E'a as she scanned the ships in the bay and was struck with another thought. How had she been taken captive, and if it had been a real kidnapping such as a bag over her head and being dragged aboard, how would she know the ship.

"What's the ship's name?" he inquired, trying to sound curiously innocent.

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Books that should be Movies!

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 23:40:31 GMT

by Alondite (Posted Sat, 27 Feb 2010 23:40:31 GMT)

Lerossa wrote:
Three words, mate. Sunflash the Mace.

/agree
That's my favorite Redwall book. Period.

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Undead Warlock LF Undead RP Guild

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 21:19:51 GMT

by Aladius (Posted Sat, 27 Feb 2010 21:19:51 GMT)
I'm Aladius, some of you know me as Imranrir, Morfang, Ralion, or my other RP alts! (I have alt problems, but no more! I have returned to my Undead roots!)

I'm currently looking to enjoy an Undead RP guild, I've been looking into joining the Order of the Forsaken, which I am told is one of the best Undead Guilds around. I've also heard about The Corpse Society, though I don't know much about them.

In any case, I couldn't find any of you In-game so I am looking to join one of the above guilds listed, or if anyone else has another suggestion, please state it.

If any OotF chaps happen to be around, add me and send me a tell, and I'll gladly let you might Aladius ICly for an interview! I'll be on probably all night, and am looking forward to joining/meeting you all.

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Introductions!

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 21:14:43 GMT

by Aladius (Posted Sat, 27 Feb 2010 21:14:43 GMT)
Im Parker, I live in Central Louisiana and attend a Private School. I enjoy playing WoW (And have been playing since the Fall of 2005), Rping, comic books, reading, movies, hanging out with friends, and other things. I also write poetry and listen to music. I also enjoy chatting on Skype and playing my 360 when WoW isn't available.

As for my characters, most of you know me as either Imranrir, Ralion, Morfang, or my new main, Aladius. I've recently returned to my native class and am happier than ever with Aladius! I do have alt problems, I should warn you all <_<

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How to Change my Avatar?

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 20:58:36 GMT

by Aladius (Posted Sat, 27 Feb 2010 20:58:36 GMT)

Zenithas wrote:
It needs to be within certain size restraints, and I'd suggest making it 64x64 pixels, or 128x128 pixels for best alignment.

And yes, Sanarion, sorry to say it but anything but PBWoW will muck your computer around a bit.

Having similar problem, says the filesize is to small. I took it with the Screenshot function in WoW. Could that be why it's to small?

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The Fel Kingdom Has Arrived

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 18:57:26 GMT

by Imranrir (Posted Sat, 27 Feb 2010 18:57:26 GMT)
*Gives Soul Cookie to June*

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Character Ideas; Your Input Requested!

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 12:52:29 GMT

by Garun (Posted Sat, 27 Feb 2010 12:52:29 GMT)
Well, if you need any more idea help, i am a thinker, so ya.

Until then i think im going to work more on my gnome warlocks story, i scrapped my worgen lock idea (it was a good idea, i just decided, hey, gnomes are here now and bad ass, so, i am going make one.)

So far, all i have is that he was a former master inventor in gnomer, and is trying to restore his name to glory.

One day the world will bow before the name RICKLE SPECKLESPROCKET!

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Majorgrats to the Shadowclan!

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 05:21:15 GMT

by Gromalok (Posted Sat, 27 Feb 2010 05:21:15 GMT)
Why thank you very much! lol

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Freedom! Ahahahah!

Fri, 26 Feb 2010 21:41:54 GMT

by Aerana (Posted Fri, 26 Feb 2010 21:41:54 GMT)

Lerossa wrote:
Perhaps this will lead to yanking others back in by the chain..

*eyes Aerana*

>_>

<_<

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