Reynnawulf stared at the pendant as it glinted in the shining sun, its gold edging around the ruby caught the light magnificently, so bright it was that she had to cover her eyes for the moment before shoving it into one of her pockets in her robe.
“Another day another dollar” she thought to herself as she summoned her drake so she could fly back to Dalaran.
“When are you going to stop these shenanigans with Jewellery” Piprot asked as they were flying over Crystalsong Forest. “You do this everyday without fail and it is starting to bore me. Last week we were in Ice Crown Citadel having a load of fun, but we haven’t been there for the last five days”.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Get that skull off Me!
Power coursed through Reynnawulf as she chanted for yet another Chaos Bolt, green flames flickering around her fingertips. She wished that all her spells involved green flames, she had been mistaken for a Mage so many times she had lost count and it was really getting on her nerves. She put it down to not reaching the heights of power that she had yearned for since she heard the call of the dark arts
Monday, January 18, 2010
Another day, another PUG
Reynnawulf strolled into the Filthy Animal dusting herself off, she had just returned from Azjol-Nerub, killing Anub'arak for the umpteenth time (that annoying bug had created more dust than usual). All she wanted to do right now was to have a stiff drink and a bath before retiring.
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