It was not long ago that I was one of four remaining active members of Femme Fatale. We attempted to revive it, but there was no hope. With the loss of our leader, and the ensuing problems that followed, we were at a severe loss.

I am fast approaching mastery of the hunter art. Kuma and I have suffered long and hard to reach the point we find ( Read more... )

My first Horde kill was long after I took up Hunting. My comrade in arms, Charisma, and myself had just returned to a fellow night elf on the shore of the Zoram Strand, having brought him an artifact he had been unable to reach due to some foul but powerful Naga patrolling the beach ( Read more... )