Shatter... everything.

The world is being torn asunder. Shall anyone survive? Volcanic eruptions of extraordinary proportions shred the ground and erase an eternity of sculpting civilizations of this world. We knew something was coming. Deathwing is this 'something'. Once Neltharion of the five Aspects, Warden of Earth the original artist, a tragic history burned into books as evil turned him into Deathwing. Let the insanity ensue.

"Pain. Agony. My hatred burns through the cavernous deeps. The world heaves with my torment. Its wretched kingdoms quake beneath my rage. But at last, the whole of Azeroth will break! And all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings! "

Rogue Hunting Season is now... *ugh* OPEN.

Why me?... I asked this question the other moon while running errands in Dalaran. Minding my own Roguery business. Out of nowhere feathers covered my purple tinted skin and all was lost. I had become a fowl creature. Literally.

Rogue hunting season has now opened. The one week of the year where we go into hiding a little more than usual. Poor Rogues are tormented every day with this tar and feathers treatment. What did we ever do to you? Sure we pick your pockets and blades may find exposed flesh you did not intend to leave vulnerable, but we unlock your boxes and crowd control your enemies. We could just vanish and leave you to fend for your own but no.. not this Rogue. (Altho I know some who still do that.) Not I. So when you see a Rogue name Catt traveling about her own in this large expanse of land we call home, turn a blind eye and find another Night Elf Rogue to hunt. 

May the Godz remove THIS one day.  Turkey Counter: 15

101 Mounts a Guide.. eventually...

Finally... Hmm, what should I do now?

Way to much Candy!!!

Ghosts, Skeletons, and Bats OH MY!


You have to love this holiday. Creatures of Azeroth starring as strange and interesting things that go bump in the night ride by on Broomsticks and Reins of the Horsemen. Great thing is those things more than likely are you. Candy causing Sugar Rush's everywhere. You have to wonder who our clean up crew is. With all the candy wrappers and well... other things. Raiding candy buckets as well as getting Tricked by Inn keepers. If I had to think of one thing I hated about this holiday.... It would be stealthing through the streets pickpocketing Penny Pouches, Ugh! Come on people, a penny pouch? Really?

It is the one time a year where we can wreak havoc as Horde try mercilessly to invade Southshore just to stink up the place. Something they do for a mere 3 gold and some treats only to taste the blades of  daggers and be beat down into oblivion by stealthy rogues who just happen to be hanging around. (Insert sinister laugh here.)

And the best part about this holiday?! #96 Baby!

A year long wait working my way through What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been... So worth it!

Earthquakes and Fires...

 I walked through the mist filled graveyard choosing not to take the winded road to Goldshire. Hallow's End was upon us and there was nothing like a stroll through some graves. The wind rustled through the trees as the sky grew dark and a menacing laugh pierced the air. It was midday and it felt like midnight as a streak passed by the sky tinted gold and green. "Prepare yourselves, the bells have tolled!"

'NO! Not now!.' My thoughts rang through and intertwined with the voices howl. "Shelter your weak, your young and your old!" I sprinted through the trees running in a blur and there it was. The fire...

The Shade of the Headless Horsemen flew through the sky tossing Molotov pumpkins on the Inn and Smith. Settlers and patrons alike rushed to grab the water filled buckets to extinguish the flames. Children screaming begging to go home while sparks whizzed past their heads. Then the ground began to shake, but this was new. Last Hallow's End the ground did not tremor as it did today...

It is true that the 'quakes' have gotten worse. It has been many moons that they continue to stir up the dust in Stormwind. "End of the world!" a beggar would call through the streets leaveing that unsettled feeling with the locals. Something is definitally breathing, churning, and writhing in anger waiting to be unleashed into the world. For now however this Rogue will sit and wait to see what happenes.

Solo...

I have left my own guild... This happened a few moons ago but it had to be done for my own sanity. Let me explain. When a Guild Mistress/Master has no voice something has gone terribly wrong. When people run the name that you spent days to think of and compose into the ground without a care, again.. something has gone wrong. I had no voice. So instead of telling everyone to get the hell out. That I was loosing my mind being in the prescence of some, I left. I do not feel as if I abandoned anyone or anything but only regained my ambitions and insights. I do not feel like anything was taken from me, other than my sanity for a short time. I have stayed pleasent to all whom have asked and inquired. Although nothing was pleasent. In the short time I have been seperated from the home I knew and loved long ago I have bettered myself in so many ways. Expanding my social circle or being reclusive, which ever I was in the mood for.

You see I opened Eternal Legion to everyone to let them belong somewhere. It would never have been right to ask anyone to leave the home they have helped make. It is a shame however since my leaving that negative reports have found me. Trolls and lack of leadership, but it takes time to build something anew and make it your own. I hope they are trying and thinking of every member that they are equal to and not taking just what they want into accord. I have no idea what is to be made of a name that I once held so dear to my heart, only do I wish that it becomes something great as always.

Give them time... Understand that it takes time... And support each other as a family... Then you will be fine.

Tear each other apart and you will fall.

Something is amiss...

     Things have slowed, and a silent hush falls over Azeroth. Winds pick up and ease through the columns of Dalaran. Wildlife burrows underground and something raises the hair on the back of my neck. Something is coming, something catastrophic.

     The alleyways are bare, not filled with the usual hustle. Dice have found their owners pockets, and cards scattered with the breeze. Nobels attend their court, but it is I who know that there are voices who speak in whispers of a change, the change that will define us further in our existence. I have ears in every nook of this place, they tell of tales to disturb the ongoing life of this Rogue. I shall never give in.