Angoleth has been 70 for a little bit now, wearing AH greens and random quest rewards, and slowly plodding along working on her leatherworking skill. Sadly, trying to get a bunch of instance runs together for your (undergeared) huntard alt when you have two other characters already keyed for Karazhan proved to be rather difficult. I snuck into Shadow Lab after a friend cleared the place out to get that fragment but hadn’t made any progress on the other two.
I know that you’re busy being the leader of all those Naga, plotting to take over the world with Kael, and sucking all the water out of Zangarmarsh and stuff, but do you think maybe you could pass around a few new pieces of gear to some of your lieutenants?
I really don’t think that The Lurker Below has any actual *feet* to speak of… so I promise he doesn’t need mail healing boots anymore. Especially since he’s been donating a pair to our void crystal stash every week. Tidewalker doesn’t really need any more mage trinkets either, come to think of it.
So this week TRI was without its usual fearless leader. Or at least without it’s usual very-talkative-coordinator – Tarquin makes funny noises in vent when he thinks the mage is going to facepull the Murlocs before Tidewalker (invisibility – new ways to prank the raid leader!).
Things were a little rocky at times, but by and large everyone brought their A-game, and even though we didn’t shoot for a progression week and ended a bit early both days, it was largely successful.
And best of all? Almost all the loot was needed by someone in the raid.
HUGE props to the people that stepped up to take the reins – particularly Belph for loaning us his accent and organizational skills in vent (in spite of a sore throat/cold) and our Druid and Warlock leads for organizing groups/loot. Particularly since said Warlock lead was also playing single mommy to a set of 2 year old twins.
So yeah – not an exciting week, but a solid one, with oneshots all around (except for a few flukey very early wipes on Tidewalker) and with good momentum (unlike last week) that should help get us back on track when the Easter Bunny isn’t stealing raid members away with thoughts of Cadbury Eggs and Jelly Beans.
So. I hear you may be in need of some leather. Or maybe a stack or two of netherweave? A primal fire? Well, I’m not going to be sayin’ much o’ nothin’, but if you’ve got the right price, I might be able to get you the right goods.
You know – dependin’ on what the right price is today.
An’ don’t be askin’ who I be or where the stuff comes from – I don’t know, and if I did, I wouldn’t be telling the likes of you anyway. I’m jus’ the middleman, and they don’t pay me enough to ask questions.
Nothin’s gonna be here long neither, so don’t be loitering about that price, and don’t even *think* about tryin’ t’ pull a fast one. That moat out fron’ o’ Stormwind’s nice and deep, an’ they say there’s a serpent innit.
**The Fence: You don’t ask where it came from; We won’t ask what it’s for.**
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