Legacy of Oblivion

On Friday night a few of us decided to head out to Dire Maul’s north wing. We had not been to the North Wing yet, so we knew we were in for an adventure. Now, being a part of a smaller guild of ass kickers, you always have to get creative with group make-up. Being that the higher levels raid every Saturday, we leave the rest of the weekend for our Battleground addicts. This means no tank or tank pets, as Grim and Iraas are off pwning the Alliance. No problem. Caulbraen had a warlock friend who wanted to come and hang out. Gallagher, it was a pleasure meeting you and we all hope to see you around more often. You’re absolutely frigging insane, and I think Zug would like to start a long-lasting, meaningful relationship with you.

Yes, we know.

We can never begin any evening without a serious debate in the officer forum. In /o chat, all of our important discussions take place and only select LoOnies are privvy to the discussions and difficult decisions we make within. Here is an example:

Finally, we set off to Dire Maul. Our group consists of: One rogue (Caul), one priest (Shae), one warlock (Gallagher), one shaman (yours truly) and one gimp (Zug). Many believed that we could not do north wing without a warrior, but the LoOnies do not believe anything until we die horribly over and over again, and even then we may or may not subscribe to these views, so in we go. It was not as frightening as one would believe. In fact, I think Caul stealthed back to this gentleman and asked him for some dancing tips. This ogre’s got all the right moves.

I guess you had to be there.

Cruising right along and leaving dead ogres in our wake, we came upon a suspicious looking basket. Caul’s rogue instincts took over and he had to take a peek.

Finally, we came upon our destination.

Everyone loves waking up to the King – except for the LoOnies, because we just want to take his phat lewts. At this time of the night were all jonesing for a breakfast sandwich with egg and meat and cheese and meat and cheese, and we were pretty sure that he wasn’t going to just hand it over. And his blue friend said something mean about Shae’s momma, so we knew that a fight was imminent. Quickly, we talked over our l33t strats. Shae was so pumped up for a fight that he offered up his own battle cry:

(A few weeks ago we had put Shae into a support group with a 12-step program. And as you can see, those sessions have been paying off.)

Feeling the rush of adrenaline, we ran up and started dealing out the ass kicking! Well, except for me, who was busy being useless, trying to get a screenshot of the King’s ugly ass:

Once again, the LoOnies were victorious. Unfortunately for us, the King didn’t have any breakfast sandwiches at all, but he did give up some other things that I forgot to take screenshots of:

Grimy Metal Boots
Leggings of Destruction
Monstrous Glaive
Observer’s Shield

Stay tuned for a Tribute Run.