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and to all a good night!" Granted, they imagined it contained certain differences: children roasting,
swine mulling… Yet here they were: a rag-tag bunch of warriors and mercenaries,
some of them members of the elite Ironforge Guard, and a few like herself:
concerned citizens of Azeroth who had done just enough good to get rolled into
situations like this one whenever the need would arise; all of them astride the
traditional mounts of the season, sans jingle bells. The sun had just set,
though it was still mid-afternoon: the gloaming, as night elves called it. The
time of day when the sun was gone, but the moon was still on her way. The
quality of the air would change in Dun Morogh at that time; the quality of light
enhanced, like it was shining from somewhere behind the fabric of this world, a
part of both. The snow had fallen all that day, and errant flakes still drifted
down, so any tracks or physical signs of movement in the area had long been
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For all she knew, sitting tall upon her reeking reindeer swathed in clouds of
white fox fur and the distinctive knits of the dwarves (she had chosen a lovely
winter white), they could be surrounded by whatever enemy found it suitable to
disrupt a peaceful holiday observance. At least the wardrobe is good, she mused
with a tight-lipped smile. It wasn’t all bad, though. The valley was decorated
for the festival, as it was every year. She had even helped a few days earlier
tying the ribbons and tiny bells to the heavy branches of the trees. Snowmen of
all shapes and sizes gathered about with their sooty smiles, as if they were
totally oblivious to the stench of the reindeer and just happy to be included.
Little glass orbs spangled the trees in all the colors she could think, and if
it weren’t for the smack of a snowball into her mount’s neck, she would have
been glad at the sight of them. Ree-honk! Hee-wonk! “That’ll be all a-the
foolin’ around, ye blasted dunderheads!” a dwarf warrior growled, his black
beard stark against the whitish-purple of the landscape. “I’m not thinkin’ it
came from one of us, Garl,” another dwarf, this one nearly lost behind the
curtain of blond eyebrows that hung down from his forehead.
wow lvl service “Maybe it be one a-the little ones, playin’ a holiday trick on us!” " " Akhena scanned the treeline, but her line of vision was obstructed by some of the snowmen. “Well, I be thinking that it’s past time for holiday tricks” Garl said louder, to no one in particular. “After, all, it be Winter’s Veil, not Hallow’s End!” Thwop. Hee-ronk! Garl’s reindeer complained as a snowball the size of the dwarf’s fist popped it right between the eyes. The dwarf shouted out a curse as the shaggy beat tossed him to the ground, to land in a snow drift up to his neck. wow gold Akhena laughed, because dwarves falling was always funny. Some of the dwarves grumbled, kicking their booted heels into the flanks of their stubborn mounts and turning toward the sloping ascent to Ironforge. She sighed at the thought of joining them in riding back to the wintery fairground, where she could already see herself warming up with a steaming mug of hot buttered Dwarven rum, when peculiar movement caught her keen eye from the treeline. A snowman wearing a ridiculously tall top hat stooped low with his spindly stick arms to pack an icy ball of snow. “Look out!” Akhena warned aloud, and flung her slender hand out before her. Instantly, the snowman’s globular body was outlined in lavender flames. wow leveln He didn’t seem to notice, though, that the faerie fire didn’t burn (or in this case, melt), but instead twisted his arm back and let loose his icy missile. Ree-wonk! She took the snowball directly in the face, and was temporarily blinded by its wetness. She felt the reindeer shuffle under her, and scrambled to regain its reigns. The rest of the detachment were in a frenzy of activity, coaxing their compaining mounts into some semblance of a formation, and she wiped the water from her eyes to see what was the matter. The snowmen had begun to advance. Not only did jolly libels came upon them, but they watched in disbelief as many of the snowmen shook free of the white powder to reveal their true forms. “Fall back!” Garl yelled, and the reindeer wheezed against it. wow level service The Alliance shuffled in confusion at the sight. Akhena lost her concentration, and the light-lined snowman was lost in the fray. She steadied herself atop the reindeer, preparing to direct the energies of the land around her, when she noticed something curious about the coming onslaught: " RELATED LINKS: http://wowgoldmonster.edublogs.org/
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