Wednesday, April 30, 2008

"Myth does not mean something untrue, but a concentration of the truth." - Doris Lessing

From far corners of the world they came, scarred and bloodied. Across different worlds they travelled, sharpening their wits and honing their blades. Over countless nights they fought to survive. At once, joined together, they sought their mark, an adversary to match their abilities and give them chase.

Through fire and shadow they persevered, though the earth quaked and walls thundered at his call, and beneath them, the Pit Lord Magtheridon, Former Lord of Outland, fell.

From his death, spread honor and glory. From his blood, spread Nazgrel's favor amongst the Horde. And from his lair, treasures unearthed fell into the hands of champions, heroes and defenders who set their eyes on greater evils, and somewhere in the distance, those beasts felt a chill, for they knew of our approach.

Congratulations to all those who participated in Elder Tribunal's First Kill, a great job was done and a great time had by all.

Fuckoui, my friends. Fuck oui.