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[15 years now I do feel old.]

Sorry I missed this post and not sure if I should add it on to the end but here goes.

15 years now I do feel old.

Been here for 14 years and 8 months and still here.
Had my best internet gaming times with this game and the motley crew old and (some) new.
(I would hate to work out how much time and money in total).
I have rubbed a lot of different people up the wrong way in my time at the top of the Guild and the bottom and would if I could take a lot of it back but insight is a wonderful thing.
Why?
Because I’m really an Orc!  a grumpy old git and after all the time I spend in the shadows of this group, I would find it imposable to just walk away.
So, I keep myself to myself and listen in and mix in when nobody sees or hears me much to the relief of Koz and co.           
I cannot even start to name names there have been literary hundreds of different people here who just popped in for a look and stayed so the group must have been doing something right.
Much of it owed to the founders of the group Akesha, Kad, Oznack, Rehbande, Vargukha, to name but a few.
I like so many am not sure how this game will finally die out but I think I will still be here holding the door.

Love to you all Claws .....Carol.

Beautfull work Nar'thak and Razaron.

Some beautiful art work coming out of the stables.

Eepox I take my old hat of to you lovely work.
And Rhonya how much has your work changed also great stuff.

It burns us all out after time.
The biggest battle is admitting it to yourself.
Good luck with whatever you chose to do next.

Sitting by herself which was normal for her with a small fire burning at her feet Claws took out her tattered journal from her back pack and opens it at the last page which she had written in.
In big writing all it said was “ALL GONE”.
There was water marks on the page which had caused the ink to run.
She ran her hands over the script and again she felt it a deep sorrow of past actions.
Her intentions where to once again start to write her thoughts down but her mind could not come up with the words.
Throwing the journal to the ground she laid down to look at the clouds passing her by.
It had been hard in her home lands since the emergence of the Legion.
She slowly drifted to sleep more peaceful then she had in a long time.

Claws jumped up with a start both her blades drawn a smell she had not sensed in her nose for a long time over whelmed her senses.
“Socks” she mumbled shaking her head “Old wet socks”.
Taking a long inward breath she could not shake the smell, but there was nobody around.
“Your imagination old girl she said out loud”.
A light breeze blew across her camp fire causing her discarded journal to open at the very last page within it.
Scribbled on the last page was a simple line drawing she had done many many moons ago when she first started on the path of adventuring in Azeroth under the drawing was a few words she could not remember writing “All the time you smell me socks you know we are around”. With a big X it was signed.
Oznack.

A big broad smile spread across her face and she let out a howl of delight.
Kicking out the fire she throw her belongings back into her bag still howling with delight “I know that smell”.
THERE COMING BACK.

Never went anywhere to much work to do keeping the Legion at bay and flying the colours of the Blades.

I imagine it involves being a commando in some kind of republic

Te He

Still here

dammit what so hard
Kronnor

These pics are mad
Love em   

Never giving up. Thia is the last post win not the highest amount

LOL
Still going to win.
But who will know who has won if site goes down ?

I have the higher count so just give up

I have already won

*off

Sorry, couldn't help myself.

go *yourself