Legacy of Oblivion

Because there is no such thing as having too much fun with monks, Peen & Co. packed up the pitchforks and went a-farmin’. This time, we were denied Arachne’s not-quite-as-uber-as-Iraas’-green-balls, but we still went with this joyful holiday chorus ringing in our ears:



Ahh, don’t you just love Christmastime?

Pressing on. We looked in on Houndmaster so-and-so, and he decided to just fall over and die. Pity. Grats Thundrax on the dog whistle.

After that, to Arcanist Doan! Congrats Rhuinn on a new pokey:



Also, congrats Peen on what we thought was going to be vendor bait. Boy were we wrong!



Apparently the Peen likes to feel more free when he’s fighting, so he chose to wear the robe for a good long while. Arcadi was not amused.



Onward to Herod!



Congrats Rapine on shoulders:



We dispatched the remaining two named and their friends with surprising ease. Congrats Arcadi on a new necklace, and Thundrax on new pants!





It was then decided that Herod didn’t look dead enough when we left him. So we figured we’d go kick him again for good measure, and hopefully to get the hat for Thundrax. Herod was apparently tired of seeing us by this point, so he gave it up without a fight. Grats Thundrax!

And just because it’s apparently fun to kill small furry creatures: AW out.