Monday, January 26, 2015

Bad News, Pokhar


When Ol' Ratters is comin' fer ya, ain't enough axes in the world fer ta save yer country bumpkin' arse. Not eight, not thirteen, not a million.

Monday, January 19, 2015

A Reading From The Classics

"When he opened his eyes, the was something in the bed of dead flowers. He blinked. It seemed to be a cross of white-painted wood; some had fitted the sleeves of an ancient naval tunic over the arms, a kind of mold-spotted tailcoat with heavy fringed epaulets of tarnished gold braid, rusting buttons, more fringe at the cuffs ... A rusted cutlass was propped, hilt up, against the white upright, and beside it was a bottle half filled with clear liquid.

"'My name,' said a voice, and Bobby wanted to scream when he realized it was coming from his own mouth, 'is Samedi, and you have slain my cousin's horse...'

"And Virek was running, the big coat flapping out behind him, down the curving path with its serpentine benches, and Bobby saw that another of the white crosses waited there, just where the path curved to vanish. Then Virek must have seen it too; he screamed, and Baron Samedi, Lord of Graveyards, the loa whose kingdom was death, leaned in across Barcelona like a cold dark rain."

My name is Ratshag, and today I will introduce the Warsong Clan of Draenor to Baron Fluggernuggin' Samedi.


Friday, January 16, 2015

One Fer The Ladies

Young Galertruby has always done felt what Blizzard obsesses too much about showin' offs the female pulchritudinous fleshifications. But now what he's got hisself a robe what shows some skins, he feels is time fer ta flaunt what he gots. Pecs an' abs an' epycondyles an' whatnots.

Enjoy.


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Short But Feisty

Yeah, the sergeant said absolutely nobodies comes inta the outpost withouts an authorization pass.

Yeah, yer wearin' full plate an' holdin' a razor-sharp sword.

Yeah, yer ten times as tall as she is an' about a thousand times as old.

But Lucy Brokerblast has a playdate with Isel fer ta play some rounds of Hearthstone, an' she ain't takin' none of yer crap.


An' you ain't sure you can stop her.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

New Follower, Eh?


Me kid brother Gogmoth were in his garrison yesterday when a certain druid done walked in lookin' fer work. Turned out what he had an opening fer a celebrity artist what could kick arse, so he hired her on the spot an' put her ta work. Summoned up an imp with a set of colored pencils an' everything.

Now, any you buggers seen a fiery belfadin wanderin' around?

Friday, January 9, 2015

Is Where Kinnavieve Gets Loot

"That's quite the helmet ya gots there, Kinna"

"Mmmphrmff"

"Kinda hards fer ta hear ya without no mouth opening though."

"Mrrfmmlphrm"

"Tell me. How's can ya see where yer goin' an' not walk inta-"

*THUD*

"-doors an' things?"

"Mrmmrmlphrmmlmrph"

"Uh oh, looks like yer spikey tusky thingies done be stuck inta the doorframe there. Need some helps pullin'em out?"

"MMMPHRFF! Mmlphfrmmlmrff mrff mmmrmmff!"

"Ya, well, alrighty then."