”Run, run, run as fast as you can!” Bencylverni chanted while bouncing around behind Lyrande. The druid was carefully healing the warrior without getting attention from the angry piles of bone and sinew currently being teased by the seasoned tank.

”The smell is really starting to get to me, though I have a strange hankering for a good barbeque,” said Prejudice sardonically, jerking her head towards the freshly resurrected Onyxia.

”Aye, she’s been through the mill a few times that one.” Blackfox did his best to breathe through his mouth, but he was dedicated to the cause and with a snarl he locked his jaws around a hind leg and tore off a strip of bloody tendons.

”How does she taste?” Dragel halted his axe for a moment to look at his feral friend.

”Probably like fermented and hard-boiled dragon, if I’m not much mistaken.” Zergg had blown up his plumage and looked positively deranged as he sent spell after spell towards the bedraggled old foe.

The warlocks were all busy commanding their demons to the target when Spoonoid, one of the priests, pulled Tyranyx out of harm’s way:

”Watch out! Incoming bastard, two o’clock!”

As Nefarian took his place in the ring of battle Lidye scrambled to get out from under his massive wings. Suzue, on the other hand, wondered how Spoonoid could be worried about the time at such a moment in history.

” Curse you mortals! Such callous disregard for one's possessions must be met with extreme force. I hope you can swim... in molten lava!”

”Get out of my way! The lava is rising!” Kyllarone shifted from his usual ursine self to an agile cat and sprinted towards a rising plateau.

”Diving in lava! How curious! It’s like returning home, isn’t it?” Kielen laughed as she crawled atop a pillar standing out of the deadly sea.

”At least no-one can complain about being cold here. I don’t miss that about Icecrown Citadel!” Trira laughed and kicked the prototype on the shin causing it to hop around swinging madly at the other combatants.

”So true! I can show my tattoos in here!” Gabsia flexed her muscles before punching the prototype in the stomach.

”Are you done yet?” Stalkey barked across the sea of cinders. ”I have a desire to slaughter more dragons here, guys!”

”Ahoi! Get on with it!” With clenched fists Evertje send a bolt of his own wrath at Nefarian causing him to slowly drift back to the ground. As the disturbed dragon shot a nasty glare at the druid Esté shielded her with a shiny barrier.

Ganage ran forward with an angry battle cry that sent shivers down Neroah’s spine:

”Darn, I always thought his braided beard would muffle the sounds he makes… Seems I was mistaken.”

In blunt resourcefulness Brognir grabbed hold of the nearest elf, who turned out to be Prejudice, and threw her at the giant dragon. With a victorious cry she broke off several scales with her dagger. Thracia aimed a poison-soaked arrow at his pulsating flesh and as the rogue was thrown off into a wall she watched it sink deep.

Plukette looked on as Nefarian lowered his head in desperation and charged at Drakom. Eikoni sent his shield flying and the mage Magistros had just enough mana left to create one last fireball. It hit the side of the dragon’s head and with one last roar it fell to the side. Their combined efforts had been enough to end the dark reign.

Once again, Nefarian was no more.

From all of us to all brave denizens of Argent Dawn-EU server! May your lewtz always be phat!

”LET ME AT HIM!” Evertje’s voice carried far in the frozen halls of the Citadel. A shadow of the owlbeast glinting deep within her eyes. “No! We must prepare if we are to vanquish the King of the undead!” Norvia hissed through gritted teeth. Holding back a determined chicken is serious business. “Yes, do you know how many hours I have to dance at the Kit-Cat Club to finance my repair costs?” Thelanthas glared angrily at his fellow druid. “Oooh! That place has great ale, and the prices are reasonable too” said Ganage absentmindedly, before clapping his hands to his mouth and reddening violently. Dimcrokcold and Arillium hastily put their faces in shadows and avoided any attention. “Whats wrong with dwarf girls?” cried Gotregh impatiently. “Unless they sprout a tail and a pair of horns they’ll never be as desirable as me.” Beléwien readjusted her tail-ring with a gleeful look at the dwarf. Quellar turned to have a look at her own ring, to find it missing. Eliondir leaned against a wall, twirling his daggers and looking innocently pleased with something.

Haniz puffed out his chest and whispered to Tarnlak; “I don’t think the tall ones have much charm, really.” The dwarf snorted with laughter and quickly wiped some spittle off the prepared food; “Eat fishies!” Bencylverni ventured to ask: “Can’t you bring some soil next time?” “Soil? Don’t be silly! Fish has nutrients enough to sustain even trees in a long fight! And just think of all the time our cooks have spent sweating over the frying pans to bring us this meal!” Narzala handed the tree a grey piece of fish. “And yet, that isn’t doing wonders to my appetite…” Plukette's mind was forced away from dance lessons and back to reality by the small dispute.

“Teehee! I can’t wait to hold Frostmourne!” Brognir had barely time to grin wickedly before he was slapped squarely across the face by Eminentia. “Dimcrokcold and I feel that if anyone is to touch that cursed blade it will have to be one of us. We are, after all, filled to the brim with the holy light." “Yeah right!” Nervana took a break from grooming her pet. “I usually hang back with you healing types, and I’ve seen you use a certain pain-spell on friendly targets when you’re bored. That’s just evil.” With a sigh she turned back to the wolf. “I’m sure we’ll all get a chance to hold the sword.” Valp was doing his best to look grown up, and Tzarina did her best to support him.

“Are you done with being silly, yet?” Enerdhil tapped his foot impatiently. “Ehrm.. Yes. Why?” Neroah tried to silence the rest of the group while looking surprised at the fact that the rogue was able to string so many words together. “Well, I thought you’d all like to know that Drakom is running like a madman towards Arthas .”

*Panicky rattle of armor and weapons and people banging into one another*

”Wow. That vampire sensation sure stays with you for a while, doesn’t it? Eliondir looked a bit pale. “Hmm… Whaaat?” Enerdhil was absentmindedly licking the blood off of his daggers and not really paying attention to anything around him. Etri was busy rummaging around in Professor Putricide’s pockets. “Oooh! A trinket!” He was flattened to the ground by a flying hunter. “It’s miiiine! Give it here!” A shriek could be heard from over by the caster group. “Oy! Get off!” Secsy used her big owl belly to bump the struggling elf off the shaman. “Why do the hunters always do that? Don’t they ever learn?” Beléwien glanced at the situation infront of her with dignified resentment. "Nah, ye can’t really expect them to understand anything once they’re trained. Not got the capacity, ye know.” Ganage happily shares his wisdom with anyone who cares to listen. Linte ran around picking up a few items that had fallen out of the professor’s pockets during the fight. “Oh! This one is nice!” She threw herself aside and narrowly avoided being run over by the hunter. “Could someone strap that elf down?” Bencylverni and Plukette volunteered, and a frost tomb and some thick roots allowed for a smooth auction.

“Where to next? We must surely be closing in on Arthas now?” Nervana was studying a ragged map. “Errr, not sure but I think it’s this way.” Arillium took off up a hallway, but froze when he heard a “click” underfoot. “We’ll ambush them from behind” “Who failed at disarming the traps!?” Giwien slapped a ghoul with a branch and Dimkrocold hurriedly healed everything in sight. “AAAAAARGH!” Vaalyr came bounding up to the fight and struck anything that moved, friend or foe. Tzarina ducked to avoid being slammed into the wall and set her demon on the crazed death knight. Tyranyx thought it best to stay at a distance along with Tor who sat comfortably inside his protective bubble.

They hacked and slashed and stunned to the best of their abilities and managed to strike the opponents down. Nervana slowly looked up from her map while exclaiming: “Oooooh wait a minute! It’s this way here. I held the map upside down! Ehrm... What are you doing?”

Another year has passed and what a cold and snowy year it has been! We managed to save the world countless times again, this tine in Northrend, and had great time while doing that. On behalf of the Officers we would wish you a very mellow Winter Veil! May your lewtz be phat and may you meet more lovely people online!

HAPPY WINTER VEIL 2009, ARGENT DAWN-EU!!

"Nonononoonononono!", yelled Sevalle and set off running. A set of stone spikes emerged from the ground missing the gnome mage by inches. Another one appeared at the spot where Sevalle was just a second ago. It looked like a train of rock spikes chasing a small screaming ball. Ekthelion shouted, "Run through the ice!". Sev jumped on the nearest icy patch, sliding under the belly of a giant ant-like Nerubian spawn and between the legs of the rogue. A horrible creaking noise sounded through the chamber as the burrowed Anub'arak hit the underground ice.

"Heads up! More ice incoming!", despite meager size Linte's voice boomed in the cavern. A glowing blue orb exploded covering the ground with ice. Cingosa looked with dread as her totems vaulted over and rolled to the side, right under Giwien's feathery feet. The frenzied owlbeast sent them flying at the nearest spawn.

"Bugs go squish!", roared Anherion, holding tight to Anub'arak's neck. His other hand was plunging a dagger repeatedly between the monster's chitin plates. "Such a buggy encounter", replied Baradin sending arrow after arrow, taking sips of Dwarven-made Coppr Bru in between.
Ganage managed to sneak under the monster's torso and plunge an axe right in the soft spot on its underside. He only managed to bubble split-second before Anub'arak's legs buckled and the huge body crashed on him.

"Sometimes you are the bug, sometimes you are the windshiled", remarked Vaalyr, who felt left out of post-combat puns.

Arillium hacked and slashed at the tentacle wrapped around his waist. His hits lacked power since being lifted off the ground prevented him from gaining steady footage. He was not the only one, other Divers was struggling to free themselves from the grip as well. Although some looked as if they enjoyed the proximity of slimy objects...

A shadowbolt passed close to his ear. "Hey, I said >free me<, not >kill me<! Watch your..." He never finished the sentence. The whole chamber turned into a flash before his eyes and suddenly...

...suddenly he was sitting in an inn. The table in front of him bent under the weight of roasted pigs and flagons of mead. Which did little for him since he was dead for many years, but Sadowkill, Narzuul, Norvia and a few other Divers seemed to be overjoyed. This feeling was further enhanced by a band of minstrels and all the topless serving wenches. Considering that just a second ago they have been fighting one of the Old Gods it felt oddly out of place. And yet so right...

The blow for the tentacle never came. Instead a gentle breeze ruffled Bwanna's fur. He slowly opened his eyes. He stood on top of a grass-covered hill. The view was breathtaking, with more hills and a glimpse of sea on the horizon. Next to him stood Moominir, Bencylverni, Giwien, and Neroah, equally stunned by the mellow scenery. It felt so nice...

Maxxuud, Ganage, Tor, and Gulfwin felt just as confused when they appeared on top of a huge pile of gold and gems. It definitely felt right...

Wobwoy, Valp, Iziss, Darkchylde and other more intelectually inclined found themeselves in the most secret library of Kirin Tor. It couldn't be better...

Benes found himself tied up like a hog, naked and chained to the wall in a soaking dungeon, being smacked on his bottoms by succubi wielding wet selleries as whips. It felt so calm and fulfilling...

And then Drum finished Yogg-Sarron off on his own and all good things came to an end.

Mimiron didn't expect company in his workshop. "Oh, my! I wasn't expecting company! The workshops is such a mess! How embarassing!", he grumbled.
"Sif... was Sif here? Impossible! She died by my brother's hand. A dark nightmare indeed...", Thorim said strolling in.
"OBLIVION!", Kologarn greeted everybody.
"Tragic... to come so far... only to fail", Hodir looked at Thorim with concern.
"Such a waste...", said Freya with disappointment.
"Some things are better left alone", added Auriaya.
Mimiron decided to regain the initiative before the discusion strays off too far from cordial small talk. "We haven't much time, friends! You're going to help me test out my latest and greatest creation! Now, before you change your minds! Remember, that you kind of owe it to me after the mess you made with the XT-002!"
"I need time to reflect. I will aid your cause if you should require it. I owe you at least that much, Thorim agreed.
"Thank you, friends, your efforts have yielded some fantastic data! Now, where did I put-oh-ah, there it is...", Mimiron grumbled again.
"OBLIVION!", Kologarn shouted with glee.
"Fertilizer!", Freya bit back.
"You waste my time!", Auriaya started to head for the exit.
"It would appear that I've made a slight miscalculation. I allowed my mind to be corrupted by the fiend in the prison, overriding my primary directive. All systems seem to be functional now."
"Can't you at least put up a fight!?", Thorim was surprised to see him give up so easily.
"I can fix that. Or, maybe not. Sheesh, what a mess...", Mimiron wasn't in a mood to argue.
"YOU FAIL!", Kologarn felt he was being left out of the conversation.
"Enough! This ends now!", Hodir had enough of this nonsense.
"Hm...outplayed", Mimiron conceded defeat. Suddenly Kologarn tapped him gently on the shoulder. "Master, they come....", he pointed at Blackrock School Divers emerging from the tunnel.
"There is no escape!", Auriaya shrieked in high voice.
The chamber exploded with panic.