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I always love reading these! Keep it up!

Been listening to alot of Raubtier lately!

Rhon edit: Fixed the link for you!

Ho. Ly. Shiiiit. That's freaking crazy!

[The Plot]

Im going to play devils advocate here, because while you know full well what I think you all do is fantastic, I have a few issues about this campaign (Which I can actually comment on because i've been here for every event, yay!) that im going to raise. I'll try not to be harsh because its a lot of work gone into it; But i won' dance around any points at the same time.

The Plot: I think the plot had great potential. I loved the survival aspects and the maddening whispers in the area referencing that a certain something wasn't entirely defeated as was first thought back in WOTLK. I loved the environmental updates and I loved the general theme of the place and not knowing where we are. I disliked that some folks acted like they knew where we were - But that's out of our hands, and its down to those individuals to have a suspension of disbelief and go along with the plot otherwise it ruins things. I could genuinely have had a survival plot as we made out way out of Storm Peaks, with the whispers as an undertone and scene setting in the background as simply another thing to escape from (We've barely any gear, food is limited and we're all struggling to sleep as it is.) Before we found civilization and then went on to find this Dwarf warband and take them out for good.

Heres what I don't like: Why on earth are we so driven to take out the source of these whispers when it's clear that the further away we are - We wont hear them. We're struggling for food and supplies. We're overtired, struggling to sleep and frankly in some of the worst conditions we will ever face and we're delving into Ulduar and the surrounding areas to stamp out whatever source is offering these whispers, which in real terms is going to be a being of some formidable power if im perfectly honest. It makes such little sense for a Tribe that I consider to be quite logical in it's actions. We could move out, get our bearings. Find some maps from a nearby town in Grizzly/Howling Fjord or get some local intel. Recharge up and then head back in for the final confrontation; Yet we're needlessly I feel trying to struggle against a foe we could easily come back to and take out when we're in a better place. It feels strange, and Makaroth shared the same view; We never heard any whispers before we got here why don't we just leave instead of taking the fight when the odds are stacked against us? I've deliberately stopped mentioning it IC'ly because I feel all it will do is create more tension without changing anything - As I can't expect the plot to just get dropped and be done with it; Thats not fair on anyone at all, mostly the guys involved creating this plot.

I feel it's tarnished the experience a little. I know the Tribe has never been to Ulduar, and it's a cool place to incorporate into the storyline, and probably would be an extremely awesome story-arc; But the current conditions we face I can't get past the fact it just feels like lunacy to go against this foe when we're struggling to stay alive.

As for Skidderbeard; I could go on about how we could have jumped on the Goblin when he said we were going to fly into a storm; But we needed a way to crash the zeppelin, so I can suspend disbelief for that one - I can't think how the Tribe would ever trust the character again though.

What happens next?: For me, I absolutely despise Christmas. I am bah humbug in every sense of the word, which I won't rant about here because now's not the time (Don't ask me unless you want your ears blown off in an anti-Christmas hate rant.) I personally wouldn't mind staying in Conquest Hold and just having some down-time. I'll be online all over the Christmas period and willing to hold some mini-events and the like (Hunts, game nights; things like that) for anyone who does want to come online but i'd be apprehensive about heading back to Razor Hill just for the sake of RP and to go and mingle; As I feel it'd tarnish the immersion somewhat of Northrend. Would also give me a chance to get through the massive Steam library I have of games i've never played on nights where it's quiet and nobody's on (Christmas day anyway? I'll be playing Fallout 4) - But thats not a priority of course.

Ideas: I realize this isn't for everyone - But I love PvE roll emote battles. I'd love to see more, but I know that there are some horrible memories of hours and hours of rolling battles floating around, plus I know there's a large consensus that doesn't like roll battles in PvE situations. I'd personally love to implement full detailed character sheets for us to fill out, DnD style with lots of different customization options; Again I fear i'm probably dreaming here - But i'd happily help create such a thing if it came to fruition.

I hope that at least offers a critical but fair viewpoint. I do love all the work you do and you know I always want to help out whenever I can. I love this Tribe, and I'll always want to try and improve things with you all.

Much love my cherubs.

Agreed. Well said, Maka!

"Jimmy, you're on a roll!"

Finished my second ever portrait, and it looks freaking bootysmacking delicious. (Not literally) I think I really nailed the shoulderpad on this one!

Looking great!

Hereby, I sentence this thread.... Resurrected! Have a portrait of Nosh :3 Didn't quite know how to make the burnt tissue (trust me, I googled and it wasn't pretty.), so I skipped that part Keep it coming!

I drew a Tauren today! Still have a lot to work on when it comes to faces and details like hair and fur, but I'm really happy with it! The polearm became amazing imo!

"Master Gladiator...."

The voices laughed, a chill running down Nosh'marak's spine as he opened his eyes.

"You... Are nothing. But we... Can make you great again..."

Nosh'marak thrashed, the shadowy bonds around his wrists tightening. He let his gaze shift around, before finally settling on his right hand. There was no bladefist or stump, but rather his hand. He twitched at the sight, continuing his hopeless struggle.

"Pain is part of your power... Or is it?"

The tendrils reached out, digging deep in to the gray and burnt skin of Nosh'marak. He continued his struggle to no avail and the voices laughed once more, the tendrils pulling back. Nosh'marak raised his head, snarling at the five silhouttes now visible. The voices turned to whispers, taunting him.

"Your allies... They are the ones responsible. You can get rid of them when they least suspect it."

Nosh'marak woke up with a roar, covered in sweat. He laid back, realizing he would be without sleep for another night.

Tried my hand at drawing! I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, even though it still looks a little messy :p Should do more in the future!

So my WoW is completely freaking out, can't even start it. I will be back as soon as possible!

Koz... I did warn you.

Nosh'marak woke up with a grunt as the Ogres called his name, the slavemaster stuck his key in to Nosh'maraks shackles, unlocking them with a silent click. As the Ogre threw him out in the arena together with his sabre, Nosh'marak looked straight in to the eyes of his opponent. About ten meters away, there stood a hulking berserker wielding a giant and rusty axe. The bone-piercings stuck through Nosh'maraks skin made a clacking sound as they hit eachother while he bent over, picking up the sabre which he had used so many times before.

When the huge orc charged at him, Nosh'marak was caught off-guard and was sent in to one of the arena walls. The Ogres cheered, shouting insults at Nosh'marak. As he looked down at his ribcage, where one of the bone piercings had cut his skin open a little, he cackled like a true maniac.
"Is that all you've got?! PAIN IS STRENGTH!"

Nosh'marak charged forward with his sabre, wildly cutting at the huge orc who was clearly stronger, but Nosh'marak had the advantage. As the cuts dotted the opponents body, Nosh'marak cut wilder and wilder. Soon, the orc was on his knees and Nosh'marak delivered the final blow to his head. The arena was quiet, the Ogres who were once wild had shut their mouths, looking at Nosh'marak with awe as he split the head of his opponent straight down the middle.

As Nosh'marak kneeled down, grabbing ahold of the spine and ripping it out, blood spurting everywhere over the champion who had won yet another battle. As he held the spine up high, the Ogres roared and cheered. Nosh'marak spit on the corpse as the gates opened once again behind him. He walked back in to the pens, the slavemaster grabbing his sabre and slamming Nosh'marak in the head with it. Everything went black, and as he slowly opened his eyes he heard the roaring of battle. All of the slaves were gone, making their rebellion. Nosh'marak looked across the dark room, his eyes moving to the dead slavemaster with the sabre in his hand. Nosh'marak reached out, grabbing the sabre before bringing it down on his hand, freeing himself from his bond.

As he tied the blade to the stump of his hand he grinned widely.
"Kill or be killed, eh?" He snorted.

Incredibly bad picture since I can only see just enough out of the mask, but my cosplay is pretty much done! Just a few more details need polishing! Will post some photos of me at Comic Con, too

Just finished my Marauder mask from Borderlands 2! I just have to paint over the parts where the superglue is showing, and I'll be done!  Pretty much a hockey mask with red cloth painted with white model paint to create the "arc" that goes across the mask.