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Warsong Gulp

 What events unfold when a stealthed rogue decides she has no interest in playing the objective?  

The Peak of Serenity 2: Electric Boogaloo

The Peak of Serenity

 At their tranquil hidden monastery in northern Kun-Lai Summit, members of the monk order study the discipline of the August Celestials, focus on harnessing their chi, spend hours training at weaponless combat and longer still meditating earnestly in their search for true peace of mind.

But sometimes they just fuck.  

Raiding the Sexodar

This lasted approximately two weeks as there isn’t a single soul in the Alliance that cares to stop an attack on the Exodar.

It’s okay, though. The Draenei don’t mind.  

The Harpy Roost (Tumblr Milestone Celebration)

For a number of days villagers near the base of a large mountain in Western Kalimdor were reporting strange sounds emanating from the crown. At night they could hear raucous cawing that would go on for hours and during the day, in the silhouette of the sun, large, winged creatures could be spotted flying to and from the summit. 

Being a small village consisting of mostly farmers, they were too afraid to investigate the mountain proper and instead looked to adventurers to aid them. As luck would have it, a party of five returning from combat in Feralas found themselves passing through their humble settlement, and upon seeing the frightful looks in the villagers eyes, took up the cause with zeal.

Climbing up to the peak carefully, they caught their first glimpse of the creatures that had put the entire village on end. As they had anticipated, a tribe of harpies had taken this mountain for their new home. There was something very strange about these harpies, though. They were unlike any group they had ever seen, being of multiple colours and bearing different markings.

Approaching their roost with weapons drawn, ready to drive the bird-women from the mountain, they discovered an even stranger oddity. These harpies didn’t seem to be hostile in any way shape or form. Never before had they seen a harpy tribe not attack foreigners on sight. Looking around the modest clearing they spotted none of the telltale signs of a harpy roost. No remains of their victims, no skull totems and not even any despoiling of the environment.

Feeling rather bewildered, the party lowered their weapons and immediately upon doing so a white harpy with red markings on her face approached their night elf hunter affectionately. Trying to think of a way to greet the creature, the hunter was taken completely by surprise as the harpy got close to him and pulled down his leg-guards. Unable to contemplate a reaction, the hunter could only look on in total shock as she proceeded to take his member into her mouth.

The rest of his party were not quite as slow to react and realised straight away just exactly how friendly these harpies truly meant to be…

The Highbone

In an attempt to expedite her magical training, Saoirse heads to Dire Maul to see what secrets the Highborne have to offer…

Hotdogs at the Darkmoon Faire

This isn’t exactly what our orcish friend here had in mind when the night elf propositioned him.

He’s hungry. 🙁

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