Monday 29 October 2007
The Orb Wills It
By Panoukla, Monday 29 October 2007 à 09:22 :: World Of Warcraft
Deep within the musky confines of ominous Shadowhall of the Ancient Shadows, the Orb was not pleased. An eerie red glow was bathing each corner of the hall, while the atmosphere weighted heavily with menace. From a safe distance, Roo, the proud servant of the Shadows, stood perplexed at this new development. "What has that pesky janitor done again?", he mused. Regardless of the causes behind this predicament, the matter at hand was more important than delivering a sound thrashing to the culprits behind it. Judging from the texture of the Orb, it was evident that no small offering of Troll sweat or tales of tormented adventures counting the ghosts of Scholomance would be enough to appease it. Roo frowned in concentration, as his ages dead mind flared briefly back to life with thunderous inspiration.
Cackling to himself, he turned his back to the Orb and purposefully marched out of the Shadowhall. "Nicodemus!", he shouted, "stop eating the pigeons, there are missives to be sent. We have a bloodbath to orchestrate!"






