The Murmur, II
To the Reader…
Welcome to the second edition of The Murmur! Thankfully, our vendors haven’t been arrested or killed, so we sentient beings of the shadows can stay informed and accessible. This week’s issue discusses some topics that are in dire need of attention, so make sure to read and contribute! And remember to please burn this copy of the Murmur after reading, so as to inhibit interlopers from scavenging through our affairs. Thank you, and enjoy!
– Whisper
Calling Up The Draft: Icecrown Citadel Must Fall! (10 Man ICC)
Ice Crown Citadel
The Fortress of the Lich King mocks us every day it is allowed to stand erect! The Nyx has decided they would lead a unified front through its gates and to the bastard king his self! However, there can NEVER be too many recruits when it comes to Scourge slaying, so find your nearest Night Warder and sign up!
Sign up on the calendar now!
Uncle Warzen Needs YOU!
Warzen Zenatine Stonefield
The Dark Lady’s raiders have met dire straits as of late. Hristoforos, Night Warder and Commander of the Ward of Trials, has taken an important leave of absence to correspond with duties in far off lands. In his stead, three generals, Warzen, Op and Filarius, have taken the responsibility over the Ward in his place. The Murmur sent one of our more… brusque correspondents to tackle an interview with Nyx’s cannibalistic poster child, Warzen, in order to ascertain what the Ward of Trials is in need of to carry out top priority missions against the Lich King’s citadel. This is what we procured…
Ianodil sauntered into the Apothecarium of Undercity to meet up with his interviewee, Warzen, and finds him in a small niche in the laboratory, chewing on something: “Ah… so you are the infamous Warzen hmm?”
Warzen stares at Ianodil while munching on what appears to be the arm of a human: “Maybe…”
Ianodil growed a scowl out of disgust: “Yes… Well… I have come representing the Murmur, in hopes of acquiring information. In short, what is the Ward of Trials… in need of?” He continued to watch in disgust as Warzen casually grazed on the limb.
Warzen answered back with a mouth full of flesh: “Less pink skins… less cows… Need to make room for the Forsaken Brotherhood.”
Ianodil twitched out of lack of comfort: “Well… Okay. Let us say we were all Forsaken then. What would you suggest in that animus?”
Warzen: “Well… we need more straight fighter types… You know, hard heads who can swing a sword with finesse… and beat humans in the face.”
Ianodil noticed the progress and continues: “I see…“
Warzen: “And two more thinkers who can order a battalion around decent like; even if it’s an obvious death sentence.”
Ianodil: “So… more melee damage dealers and two capable raid leaders?”
Warzen burped as hot flesh smelling reek permeated Ianodil’s face: “Yup’… Face beaters… leaders… Oh! And fat boys!”
Ianodil was wiping the mucus and flesh matter off of his brow while on the verge of having a meltdown: “Fat… boys?”
Warzen: “Hearty guys… you know, tanks?”
Ianodil: “Oh of course…”
Warzen: “Oh!” Warzen raised his limb dinner in the air out of agitation. “Bring your own damn potions, flasks, elixirs and gold for repair bills! This ain’t no charity!”
Ianodil: “Heh… you speak some sense… I commend self sufficiency.”
Warzen: “Yeah, yeah… Bring those AND make sure you have the time to stick it out all the way… Did I mention bring consumables? Well yeah… DO IT!” *He proceeded to take an aggravated crunch out of his limb.
Ianodil: “Well… that sounds sufficient. Thank you for your time Night Warder. I’ll make sure to inform the masses of this.”
Warzen grunted: “Want some Troll Tusk Soup?”
Ianodil peered at Warzen as a maelstrom develops in his bowels: “……………. No.”
Warzen: “How about some excrement brownies?”
Ianodil ran away… far, far away concluding the interview.
In short… THE WARD OF TRIALS NEEDS:
1. Two more capable raid leaders!
2. Tanks!
3. Melee DPS!
4. People who make time to STICK IT OUT ALL THE WAY!
5. Bring your own potions/flasks/elixirs and GOLD for repair bills!
Go to the guild hall to register your time schedule and class.
Interested parties can also apply for a Raid Leader position in the guild hall.
Fresh Meat…
Seriah
This weeks round up of cattle consists of two refined characters. Wargall, a silent type hunter bringing his prowess to the Ward of War & Seriah, an undead belle with an unlimited supply of allurement and class, chatting away in the halls of Lore. May they be of service to their new Dark Lady in more ways than one.
This was your very own scribe, Whisper, providing you with the latest of achievements and events in Nyx. The next time you’re wandering the slums of Murder Row, the Cleft of Shadow or the Sewers of Dalaran, pick up a copy of The Murmur from a shady dealer. May we all be baptized in darkness.
– Whisper
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