I ask for scarred elves and am graced with tons of them.
YOU CAN’T DO THIS
IT’S LOTS AND LOTS OF TRAAAAAAAINS
I LITERALLY STARTED SCREAMING ‘OH MY GOD’ AT THE COMPUTER
FUCKING GOD
WHATS IS T AMASHHAPENNEIPNGNE
oH MYG OD
FUCK
[ OH WHAT THE FUCK
RUN BITCHES
RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! ]
OH MYNFUCKJNG MYGOG
come join us in wrathion’s tavern.
And those of us without WoW time can come play in the Hyperion’s cantina with me’n Mezduin.
And there are those who are on realms that don’t CRZ quite right.
/forever alone
wat
I grouped with several folks on certain servers and well, we see both people from each server. Some are phased some aren’t.
Turns out it’s not just you and CRZ is kind of (even more) broken sometimes.
I got phased from WrA to Mal’Ganis to run dungeons w/ a friend.
He signed off, and normally you go back to your home realm, but nope
I can still see a bunch of Mal’Ganis people running around.
fuckyeahlichking: Arthas by 章彦末 (Moore(注册君))
” Take heart, heroes, life will always blossom from the darkest soil!”
Alexstrasza yells as she furiously writes the latest chapter of her Sylvanas/Tirion slashfic.
Pssh, she’s only working on that while she waits for ideas to come to her for the next chapter of her Arthas/Tyrande fic.
Arthas/Tyrande is something I’d actually read
alyciazu: Terenas Menethil: Can you feel it, my son, closing in all around you? The Light’s justice has been awakened. The sins of the past have finally caught up to you. You will be called to account for all the atrocities you’ve committed, the unspeakable horrors you’ve
Terenas Menethil: Can you feel it, my son, closing in all around you? The Light’s justice has been awakened. The sins of the past have finally caught up to you. You will be called to account for all the atrocities you’ve committed, the unspeakable horrors you’ve let loose upon this world, and the dark, ancient powers you’ve enslaved. Though my soul was one of the first to be devoured by your evil, there are thousands more bound within this blade, and they cry out for release. Look now to your defenses, my son, for the champions of justice gather at your gates!
The Lich King: Let them come. Frostmourne hungers.









