#warmcngerer

There was an uncertainty to his movements, hesitating on whether or not he should speak up. After some thought, he makes his decision, straightens up the way his father used to, and attempts to shove his nervous energy out of sight.

     The death knights partaking in Hallow's End was one thing -- it was a celebration of the liberation of the dead, and a generally joyous (if not vaguely spiteful) occasion for the unliving. Noblegarden, however, was...      Less excusable. It was doubtful many of them even bothered in the celebration, which was so vehemently in support of the blossoming of life and the flourishing of spring -- in stark contrast to the wintry bitterness of the dead.

     It just didn't seem as appealing.

     It is because of this that Thassarian went about the happy activities so awkwardly, hardly able to keep up with the rush of revelers bouncing off to find carefully hidden eggs, amongst a swarm of new life: little rabbits, a verdant growth of flowers, stumbling chicks hopping along and fluffing their downy plumage.      He... didn't fit in. Typical.      He'd have been embarrassed if he knew Jaina was amongst the visitors -- twice now she'd have caught him trying to enjoy himself, light forbid, a terrifying knight of the Ebon Blade. Perhaps it would not bother him, were it someone else, but Lady Jaina Proudmoore was not someone he wanted to look... silly... in front of.

     But he looked very silly.

     He had a basket an enthusiastic garden tender had shoved into his hands, and he dwarfed it in his grasp -- as he did many of the eggs, which he hadn't quite seemed to recall how to properly handle yet, as a good majority of the few he'd found were cracked and splintered.

     I wish I was kidding....... but I am sadly not even kidding........

     Blingtron 6k my friend......

@prcmaturedeath​ said:  oHHHH MYYYY GOOOOODDDD

     S A M E

     the biggest troll on the planet has arrived my dudes. In the form of a small mechanical.

@puerdelumine: at least it wasn’t sephuz’s secret

     tRUE. OR PRYDAZ. Friend got Prydaz the other night during a Kara run. BUT, AT THE SAME TIME... SEPHUZ’S IS A DPS GAIN. HASTE PROCS = GOOD.

     This however is not and will forever not be. Unforunately. RIP ME... LITERALLY. RIP ME. FEIGN DEATH. IT’S ME, RIGHT NOW.

     I am sorry for your loss on Sephuz’s however. I think you said you were a healer?? Not good at all for healers. I am so sorry.

@kiraahachi​ said:  I have this one too… like it’s ok if you are in a pinch and by yourself but otherwise?? it’s shit… but nice legendary pull from a blingtron

     It’s a fantastic stat stick for BM ( which is basically all I play ) and it’s wonderful for WPvP. The kiting game is strong and it gives you another heal. Plus in raids it makes life easier for healers. It’s like a comfort legendary, really. But yeah otherwise... I am not too happy, unfortunately.

     Blingtron biggest troll 2k17. Literally. Maybe he’s secretly Vol’jin reincarnate and we don’t realize it yet. But yeah I kind of forgot this kind of thing could happen so I was just sitting there staring in my order hall like, “... wat”.

The starless night of Drizzt’s homeland had been a veritable banquet of PERILS– a silent, stifling darkness fraught with hungry predators. Years alone in that unforgiving wilderness had honed his capacity for stealth, to the point that here on the surface-- amidst the riot of light and noise and color-- Drizzt had an easy enough time avoiding NOTICE. He slipped into cities quietly, dodging confrontation with guards at all cost-- and as he went about his business, he was careful to ensure no one caught sight of the dark face beneath his hood.

But even Drizzt sometimes made MISTAKES. He let his guard down, and he was repaid in kind with discovery.

“Here, that’s no night elf!” The guard had warned his partner as a booted foot shook Drizzt from his sleep in a quiet alleyway. “That’s a DROW! Their kind haven’t walked these parts for thousands of years-- the Lady ought to be hearing of this.”

And now-- disarmed and shackled-- he was being paraded through the streets, catching the wary eyes of all he passed. Mistakes indeed. 

He didn’t have to ask to know of the LADY in question. There was talk of a legendary sorceress in these parts-- the infamous Jaina Proudmoore-- and though Drizzt had no fear of mere physical peril, his people were great mages themselves. He knew what powerful magic could do, and more than that, he knew that he was in TROUBLE.

Most people don’t regard the dead good for kissing, whether giving or receiving. They’re cold, and most of the time at least relatively spiky, and almost assuredly abrasive. You’d have better luck planting one on the flank of a ram.

But being kissed by Lady Proudmoore? Without even a little hesitation?Oh!What an honor…

He’s not sure how she reached him from the domineering stretch of his height, but it only serves to surprise him further. The poor death knight nearly seems to jump out of his greyed skin, tensing up only very briefly – and then getting wobbly very briefly, like he just took a blow dart to the thigh.An unsightly bruise of a flush graces his grim countenance.He steadies just as quickly, as if he’s worried he might betray the gruff visage of the death knight he was supposed to be (as if he hadn’t, already), or worried about offending her. He even shuts his eyes to more properly accept this smooch!