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Well, you can look if you wanna... I'm at work, there's nothing left to do, and I'm feeling creative, writing-wise. So, this is going to be an entry from everyone's favorite fuzzy cow, Maalir. :)
I joined the Wandering Souls, oh, I don't know how long ago... Probably in my early or mid 20s... Tthat was when I'd met my first Wandering Soul in a group that gathered to assault the Wailing Caverns. One of the group members was easily distracted, and the other two constantly bickered. This one Wandering Soul, and I feel horrible and not remembering his name, and I whispered to eachother, trying to keep eachother calm by joking about the others. Finally the group gave up and we disbanded. My newfound friend quickly took me aside and, deciding that I was an intelligent person, asked if I would like to join his guild. I was flattered, but somewhat nervous - I'm a very solitary creature, you see, being a druid and whatnot. I'm not very good at social matters and tend to stick to myself and have my quiet days. But, I accepted and soon met the rest of the guild! At this point, there were about a dozen members, all of them extremely nice and gracious. I met the two guildmasters Eatem and Atohne, two Forsaken whose brains had been accidentally switched when they were put back together after a tragic bat-flight accident. Eatem, the woman in the man's body, is an ice mage now, and her husband Atohne is a priest: holy, I believe. Many others have come and gone since then, and I'm 60 now, and have done numberous Zul'Gurrub raids with the guild, many of who are also 60th season. The Wandering Souls has various alliances with other guilds, friends who left our guild for other, more intense raiding guilds, and guilds that disbanded to join us. Dranlu, for example, was once a Soul, who left for a guild called Mischief. I consider him a good friend, and he sometimes gives me something he's found on his travels. Shaine, another wonderful Soul, has been with us her whole life, and mails me odd little gifts, such as lint or unconscious rats...
Then there's my love, a troll rogue named Karagi. "A troll and tauren couple?" you say... Yah, I'm not sure how it worked out, but we love eachother! Sometimes we go out to frustrate an enemy, sneaking deep into their camp and bringing down their leader without any of them being alerted. We've taken a couple of tours of Teldrassil, sneaking past the night elven Sentinels of Darnassus.
So far, the most dangerous place I've ever been was Zul'Gurub, battling along side many other Wandering Souls and our allies. I hope to someday soon go to the more dangerous caverns of the Blackrock Spire, the home of the corrupted black dragonflight, and Ahn'Quiraj, the fortress built by the alien insects created by an angry demon god from long ago. And hopefully soon, I'll have found myself all of the Wildheart armor... Only three left to go!
I joined the Wandering Souls, oh, I don't know how long ago... Probably in my early or mid 20s... Tthat was when I'd met my first Wandering Soul in a group that gathered to assault the Wailing Caverns. One of the group members was easily distracted, and the other two constantly bickered. This one Wandering Soul, and I feel horrible and not remembering his name, and I whispered to eachother, trying to keep eachother calm by joking about the others. Finally the group gave up and we disbanded. My newfound friend quickly took me aside and, deciding that I was an intelligent person, asked if I would like to join his guild. I was flattered, but somewhat nervous - I'm a very solitary creature, you see, being a druid and whatnot. I'm not very good at social matters and tend to stick to myself and have my quiet days. But, I accepted and soon met the rest of the guild! At this point, there were about a dozen members, all of them extremely nice and gracious. I met the two guildmasters Eatem and Atohne, two Forsaken whose brains had been accidentally switched when they were put back together after a tragic bat-flight accident. Eatem, the woman in the man's body, is an ice mage now, and her husband Atohne is a priest: holy, I believe. Many others have come and gone since then, and I'm 60 now, and have done numberous Zul'Gurrub raids with the guild, many of who are also 60th season. The Wandering Souls has various alliances with other guilds, friends who left our guild for other, more intense raiding guilds, and guilds that disbanded to join us. Dranlu, for example, was once a Soul, who left for a guild called Mischief. I consider him a good friend, and he sometimes gives me something he's found on his travels. Shaine, another wonderful Soul, has been with us her whole life, and mails me odd little gifts, such as lint or unconscious rats...
Then there's my love, a troll rogue named Karagi. "A troll and tauren couple?" you say... Yah, I'm not sure how it worked out, but we love eachother! Sometimes we go out to frustrate an enemy, sneaking deep into their camp and bringing down their leader without any of them being alerted. We've taken a couple of tours of Teldrassil, sneaking past the night elven Sentinels of Darnassus.
So far, the most dangerous place I've ever been was Zul'Gurub, battling along side many other Wandering Souls and our allies. I hope to someday soon go to the more dangerous caverns of the Blackrock Spire, the home of the corrupted black dragonflight, and Ahn'Quiraj, the fortress built by the alien insects created by an angry demon god from long ago. And hopefully soon, I'll have found myself all of the Wildheart armor... Only three left to go!