Sunday, November 27, 2005
Wundie in the BG
Aaah what a view, seeing nothing but numbers flying up in the air for 10 seconds, my hurricane is a very nice spell to cast in the BG. I would also post some picture of doing a group heal but that's not as spectacular to see as this. Group heals were however greatly appreciated, maybe even more so that this hurricane spell that.. well I mostly cast to get some points of myvery own. Too bad I never came became more that a mere grunt, I deserved beter...
Silence fool!
Don't mess with me dude...
This picture just screams ambush...
You all know Druids don't carry guns so this was a first-timer for me... didn't really like it... horrible thunder out of a stick. I prefer spellcasting over gunfighting anytime. ..
You all know Druids don't carry guns so this was a first-timer for me... didn't really like it... horrible thunder out of a stick. I prefer spellcasting over gunfighting anytime. ..
Posing for the camera
So sorry Rigormorty didn't pose, he didn;t even stand still for that matter... sigh() those undead, also up to something
Hinterlands
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Nothing like exploring the deadly caverns o fire and doom under Blackrock mountain while being really really stealthy
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Hungry
Bad bad T-rex
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Ode to Wundagore
Once there was a Tauren known as Wundagore
No, not your nextdoor bull
He was widely known for his wisdom and lore
Making jokes was his game
But that was not were he got his fame
Falling into pits, rushing into danger
That is what made him stand out of the croud
Tha Badpack after him to save his thick neck
But so many times around
He saved us and that is what makes us proud
Although he had strange habbits
Like dancing naked on tables and picking flowers
Believing he could blend in with his environment
Nobody messes with Wundagore and his amazing powers
It was an honour fighting next to you
Who knows what the future will bring
We salute you and say Moo
For the Horde for Tha Bad Pack
Braell's diary 10-11-2005
No, not your nextdoor bull
He was widely known for his wisdom and lore
Making jokes was his game
But that was not were he got his fame
Falling into pits, rushing into danger
That is what made him stand out of the croud
Tha Badpack after him to save his thick neck
But so many times around
He saved us and that is what makes us proud
Although he had strange habbits
Like dancing naked on tables and picking flowers
Believing he could blend in with his environment
Nobody messes with Wundagore and his amazing powers
It was an honour fighting next to you
Who knows what the future will bring
We salute you and say Moo
For the Horde for Tha Bad Pack
Braell's diary 10-11-2005