Wandering Souls

The Wandering Souls inhabit the realm of Scarlet Crusade on the world of Azeroth. This motley band of disparate characters strive to improve their lot in life, or the afterlife (depending on whether you are an undead or not), and that of their guildmates.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Momentous Day !!!


Chatty Orc: Did you hear the news today?

Smelly Tauren: I haven't heard anything at all today. My head has been stuck in a Morrowgrain feedbag all morning. What's up?

Toothy Troll looked at Chatty and winked: There's only one item from the Orgrimmar Orator that's worth repeating. So, I think I know what your news is.

Smelly: Come on guys, spill it! What happened?

Chatty: I can't believe you haven't heard. All Azeroth is buzzing!

Smelly, brandishing his large two-handed mace, gives Chatty an angry scowl: Come on already, out with it!

Chatty: Allright.. Alright..

He pauses for added weight...

Chatty: Atohne is 61 now. She has actually leveled!

Smelly: Get the *&$k out of here!

Chatty: It's true!

Smelly: Hah, if Atohne had leveled, the DING would have been so loud everybody's head in Azeroth would still be ringing!

Toothy: No, it's true. The news came across the Goblin's telegraph system almost immediately and people portalled out of Outland to spread the word to all the capitals of Azeroth!

Smelly: My god, I can't believe I missed the news.

Toothy: That must have been an especially large feedbag of crunchy morrowgrain.

Smelly let out a large rumbling belch: Aye.

Chatty: So, do you think there will be a big party or dance event?

Toothy: That'd be a great idea. At the rate Atohne is levelling, it might be next year before it happens again. Get a hold of Moneybags and see if he'll stop munching on donuts long enough to make some party arrangements. He should have enough dough to order some grub and booze. Oh and he should book the Hall of Heroes.

Smelly: Make sure he gets some gnomes to toast. Atohne loves them!

Chatty: So, do you think we'll start to see more of Atohne?

Smelly and Toothy bust out laughing: Not bloody likely... oh and let's hope not!