A successful day in the Outlands

In his infinite wisdom and generosity of spirit our guild raid leader, Loctite, decided that The Fearsome War Engine would drop in on Magtheridon for a visit on Sunday. Now you might ask how come a guild that is trying to woo the Lady Vashj has never dropped in to free the pit lord from his chains.

Well, we did try before. However, we found that the Fel Summoners holding the pit fiend in place had some rather nasty friends, their infernals. With only 2 locks in the guild people were getting one-shotted before the main show began.

This time, armed with 3 locks and 2 nerfbats, we ventured into the back door with a little intrepidness. Yours truly who is usually unable to raid on Sundays played the entire day to get the trials of the Naruu finished (thanks to current and ex-guildies) and claim a purple ring from Alar after the deed had been done.

The Free-the-demon campaign party turned up in Hellfire, snuck in the back door and tore into the oppressive demon jailors. Somewhere along the way the demon got the wrong end of the stick. What can I say, it must his eyesight from being stuck indoors looking at the same thing all day long. As the last summoner fell, the big meanie turned on the FreeTheDemon campaign. In the confusion someone had shut the doors and in order to keep the long term goals of FTD campaign alive, the campaign was forced to euthanize the big boy.

All was not in vain however, lying in the rack and ruin of the citadel we found some badges of justice, purple gems and other purply goodies with a handy sack to put them all in. Now I think about it, I am not sure where the gems went…


Slayfoe is down to 7/25 quests in his log and epenness is sated with a new title – Champion of the Naruu.

Slayfoe's life as inscibed on the world tree

Slayfoe is an old Dunemaul bull that has seen the opening of Mauradon, ZulFarak, Quiraj, The Black Portal. He has banished an elemental god, killed some particularly nasty dragons, killed an Old God, explored the inside of Naxxramas (outside scholarly souce).

In his nostalgic moments he still remembers when druids used to wave at each other, not mangle one another.

In the last 3-4 years he has /mooed and /trained with many organised riots. As a young bull he was invited to join ‘Iron Edge’ in Silverpine – admittedly he thought he was joining a party at the time and it took 3 days to find /gquit. His younger days were spent with Satara in ‘The Bastards’ before the name was considered not PC enough. Reformed as ‘Dark Horizons’ under Xylonite we raced with AFGM and Ravenous to kill the Old God. Second to down him we transferred our attentions to Naxxramas before TBC anticipation and DKP changes blew the guild apart.

A more mature bull then joined ‘Fearsome War Engine’ in Hellfire - the nursery of many a successful raid team and more importantly where Dougal/ Eirebull (Slayfoe’s sister) played. Times are a changing again while the easy pace of guild progress is ideal for some, this bull wants some more action.

A leatherworker in his youth, Slayfoe has gone back to the ancestral ways of herbtaster to keep his stock of potions fresh.

As an experienced bull there is only one aspect of druidism that Slayfoe abhors – PVP. All other talent builds have been tried out in his efforts to pull guildies through Kara. Currently equipped in T4 level for healing and feral, Slayfoes most recent equipment is his Boomkin gear armoury.

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

Wrapped up in a five pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,

What a beautiful Pussy you are,

You are,

You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

But what shall we do for a ring?

'They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the Bong-tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose,

His nose,

His nose,

With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'

So they took it away, and were married next day

By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

They danced by the light of the moon,

The moon,

The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

Edward Lear 1812-1888

Which goes to show how visionary the man was - declaimed as nonsense rhyme he was just seeing another world in another century! I have this here as an almost perfect analogy of Slayfoe - a bird, a cat and a tree. The piggy was obviously meant to be a bear, the editors just wouldn't stand for it.

Learning to write

These hooves have done much, but using a pen to record deeds is a new experience.

Sitting beside the pipe-of-peace in the Thunderbluff tonight has clouded my head but set my thoughts free, my vision soars above Mulgore like the bird avatar and retraces the strides of life.