I took this screenshot thinking it’d look intense but it kinda just looks like Nathanos is doing the limbo.

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I took this screenshot thinking it’d look intense but it kinda just looks like Nathanos is doing the limbo.

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PSA for pre-patch Barbershop!
Hey guys, as for the pre-patch coming tomorrow for EU servers, I just wanted to remind you that there’s a barbershop in this 5 NPC town in Netherstorm near Tempest Keep. Now, if your PC sizzles at the sole thought of 5 players being next to eachother, this might be a place to go!
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Ok being a ghoul is fun
barbers really be out here transing your gender...
What We Can...
A storm brewed behind Augustine’s absent gaze. On the outside he looked to be in pristine condition; color to his cheeks, purpose to his movements, strength in his posture. He worked at a diligent pace, measuring out each reagent before tapping them into his mortar. If someone hadn’t known better, they’d think him to be as focused as ever. Not everyone was privy to her brother’s inner workings. Not like Max. It was too precise; mechanic even. He was going through the motions without so much as skipping a beat. A vacancy glistened in his eyes. His gaze was trained on his work, but she knew that his attention was elsewhere. She could tell when he was solid and when he was air. When he was grounded in the present and when he was floating away on a far off thought. Even as a young boy he got stuck in his own head, circling around and around. A ship caught in an endless whirlpool. It never took much to get him going.
Max reached for his hand, intercepting the spoon full of Siren’s Pollen he was mistakenly about to dump in. She took hold of his wrist and eased the spoon from his grip. “Augustine,” - she tapped a finger to his forehead- “You aren’t focused.”
It took him a minute to register her existence. He blinked once and then again, eyes crossing as she touched his forehead. The contemplative pout puckering his lips melted into a disquiet smile. “Sorry…” he sighed. Augustine dragged his gaze down to the muddled mixture. His close failure caused his brows to draw in a furrow and another sigh to pass. He ran his hands over his face and under his glasses, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I’m just…”
Max watched him curiously. Augustine had the tendency to wrinkle his nose when he lied. She couldn’t help but notice how he kept his face hidden when he said, “I’m just tired… That’s all.”
She reached for his hands, looking to coax them from his face so she could pull him into a tight embrace. A forced coldness stayed her hand. Now wasn’t the time for coddling. Instead, she straightened her shoulders and turned to the work splayed across the table. Coarse, black gloves laid amongst a winding string of crimson thread. Beginnings of an alchemy circle were already stitched into the backs. So close to completion. She unsheathed the needle from the fold she had tucked it in and picked up where she left off. The gloves needed to be finished. Now more than ever.
“You should go and sleep.” Max pressed her lips in a fine line. The warmth she wanted to place in those words sat thick in the back of her throat. Comfort could come later. Work needed to be done now.
“No.” Augustine shook his head. “I-I’m fine. Besides, you need help.”
“I need,” Max interjected, “For you to be focused. Not muddling through formulas like an addle minded fool. If you won’t do it right, then I won’t have you do it at all.” Her harsh tone tasted bitter on her tongue. The look of hurt written on Auggie’s face made it all the more unpalatable.
Augustine dropped his gaze to the floor, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The air grew thick with tension as an overwhelming silence developed between the siblings. Max trained her attention on her work. She let the silence grow and fester, lingering in the air like a pestilence. It fed her brother’s ire as the teen started to seethe. He shook with each breath he drew, lips pressed so tight that they turned white.
“How can you be so calm?” His voice, barely above a whisper, broke the seal. Each word he laced with a note of venom she hadn’t ever heard from his before. “So focused?”
Max turned to speak when Augustine’s gaze met her own, cutting anything she had to say short.
“Four days,” he hissed, “Four days, Max! And we haven’t heard from anyone!” His hand sliced through the air as he gestured to the boarded up window. “And what are we doing?! Just sitting here, twiddling our thumbs while our friends are out there!” He swallowed hard. “How are you not concerned?”
Max inclined her head as she leveled her gaze. “The Argent Crusade and the Ebon Hold are holding the line. It’d do no good for us to interfere. Getting them the potions out should be our only concern.”
“And our friends?” Augustine threw up his hands with an incredulous scoff. “What about them? Hm? The Scourge has already overrun Duskwood! It’s only a matter of time before they hit Elwynn.”
“Our peers,” Max retorted, “Are capable of handling themselves. Should the horde make it past the line, then there’ll be an evacuation.” She spread her arms out with open palms. “Anything beyond that is simply out of our reach.”
The teen bristled as his upper lip curled. “So that’s it, huh? We stay boarded up in the city while our friends are scattered to the wind?!”
“Augustine…” She spoke his name on the back of a tired sigh. It sounded neither condescending nor encouraging. Just tired. She reached a hand out to him - “Please.”- and he slapped it away.
“Don’t!” He squared his shoulders and dared a step closer. “Don’t say my name like that…”
Max recoiled as something ugly flared in her chest. Despite the attempt to swallow it down, the feeling crawled up her throat and rolled off her lips as a breathless laugh. She let him take his step, and beckoned him closer with a grin laced with devious intent. “Like what?” she challenged.

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The Kingdom Market Fundraiser
February 12th: Stormwind City, Dwarven District, 6pm-8pm WRA server time [8-10 MG] This event will be Alliance only, and hosted on WRA. Join our discord to get updates and information on vendors! https://discord.gg/C5PrdwKurb DM me if your interested in vendoring.
Stormwind City Watch is excited to announce the fundraiser for its first Kingdom Market, the Lakeshire Reconstruction Effort. During the recent Scourge invasion the Kingdom of Stormwind was devastated unilaterally. One town has fallen further than any other, Lakeshire. With it's guard force, citizenry, and town decimated Lakeshire needs all the aid we can offer. Each of our vendors has been asked to donate 25% of their profits at the Kingdom Market to help the Town of Lakeshire. Those willing are encouraged to donate a higher percentage to help supply food, building materials, and labor to help rebuild the Town. The Kingdom Market is a monthly market hosted at various locations within the Kingdom of Stormwind for Alliance citizens, neutral parties, and region locals. Our first Market will be hosted in Stormwind City's Dwarven District on February 12th, starting 6pm WRA server time, and going till 8pm WRA server time.
Falling Shadows
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled through the trees, their twisted limbs moaning in protest. A pallid, swollen moon hung in the sky, washing the landscape in a sickly yellow light. Dark shapes lumbered through the gnarled woods, tripping and stumbling over knotted roots, yet marching ever on in pursuit of their prey. A young woman, blinded by fear, ran through the woods ahead of the shambling horde, seeking refuge from the monsters advance.
She felt their hot, stinking breath against her neck. Just a few more steps and she’d be safe. Just a few more steps and she could live.
Hard, cold claws snared her arm, digging painfully into her soft flesh. A piercing scream split the night, only to be drowned out as the creatures feasted upon their still living prey...