Thursday, January 19, 2006

 

Deep within the heart of the mountain, a group of elite adventurers braves one of the Lieutenants of Ragnaros. The hot air softly hums with the echoing whispers of mumbled incantations, unholy prayers and the rhythmic slapping of bowstrings. No other sound is to be heard. The living are silently but intensely concentrating on staying that way. The dead are quiet.

# posted by Maelcum @ 11:08 AM
Comments:
Hehe, hope to face this one on next Sunday. But I have to register, cannot do that at work, so I hope they have room for one more maniac.
Hehe, so curious, tja en dat jij met boog moet schieten, ik wou dat ik dat mocht doen, poor little Braellie all alone in the front, 'you back me up right guys....guys....GUYS'. There I am all alone, 'where the hell did they all go.... I want my mammie'
# posted by Blogger Braell : 5:46 AM
 
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