A World of Warcaft Blog - Warlock Style. Free - Hoh - Na. Frijona the girl is a 20-something systems administrator with a literature degree. In game, she enjoys RPing while putting curses on nasty monsters. She has a variety of alts. Frijona the character is a level 80 Affliction Warlock on Moon Guard. She hates food and technology, but loves the Sporelings. She has a collection of potentially magical items taking up every space space in her apartment.

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Saturday, March 6, 2010. PLEASE get back to me with thoughts on this one. Needless to say they fuck like rabbits after the edit. Thursday, March 4, 2010.

A paladin and a Kaldorei druid conferred beside the medicine cabinet, their faces grave. Inlayelle lay sprawled half on the floor, weeping ostentatiously. 8221; The lieutenant stooped to comfort her. 8220;Inlayelle, we a.

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That had to be it. The wards fed from her as if she were a mana crystal. Someone in the sanctum understood irony. Olmoro willed her legs steady, hands flung out to grip the archway that led back to the street. Blood ran fresh down her lips, split from chattering teeth, and she felt it run over the web. From chin to cheeks to neck to torso to pelvis to arms and legs to hands and feet. You little bitch, you broke them! He scowled a.

When we thought the world had come into a time of peace. For two years I lay away from the battle field, tired of the relentless fighting, but now it is my time to once again walk upon the blood stained ground under fallen allies and foes. The former warlord of the Horde will not prevail. He will try, and he will fall. His reign of terror will end.

Bulky Boots and Hunter Loots. The Life and Times of a Mischievious Rogue. The Beginning is the End. Another cloudy, snowy day in Icecrown slowly came to an end. The dwarf finished writing the letter before slipping it into its own black envelope, sealing it. On the front, in plain letters, he wrote the name of the deceased.