Wildfire Riders

So. Last night was our first attempt, in which we encountered unending spawns that were supposed to end, the Suppression Room, which is filled with evil, hate, and slow movement, and realization that we do indeed need those Onyxia cloaks if we want to survive. But! The weekly run will be Wednesday, ...

The last of the shambling undead fell, cut down by the strange rescuers in green and black. Their banner was raised high, an onyx dragon rampant on a field of crimson. Odurd remained in his trance, oblivous to his comrade scattered wounded on the ground. Dravir accepted a hand up, staring into a che...

Looks like Wednesday is good common ground so far. I am usually free anytime after 3-4pm server.
I also provide deeps. Though in the coming weeks I might try to learn2healz.

When we first started this humble endeavour, it was to A) Get Fells some gear, and B) hit those old world instances that some of us (namely me) had never seen when they were current content. As various people came and went, it was clear that there was more interest in this than previously hinted at,...

Horns. Why were horns blowing? Light damn them all, he was trying to sleep! "Dravir! Wake or die, yeh pasty sack o' monkey shite!" Sugnar managed to bellow a warning this morning before planting a wakeup boot in his stomach. "Thar be nay time fer yer swaggling aboot in yer sleep, yeh ...

Dravir has been having a tough time; a bad Booty Bay poker game and too many sulferon slammers landed him in the company of a merc group called Rev's Reavers, under a contract that indentures him for life or until he's repaid a monsterous debt. Odurd Liew Goblin Businessman - The Boss Lacking in sta...

Why we fight. It was cold. That was all he could think of, as the crew set up camp along the rocky walls, Angrathar looming over them. A bitter, malevolent chill, seeping past armor and furs, something that sought to leech the life and hope from your body and soul. No rest would come for those who ...