The feeling you get in your loins from watching that dance scene in Footloose? I get that all the time wishing you all were here in the cozy Windswept hall.
Actually it’s draftt and full of sand. Gets in the britches
Guild leader for Goats of Thunder. No pants allowed.
We shave our opponents after each engagement. Often on the second floor of garrison. Just don’t forget to be shakin your bacon 🥓
Now serving the Donna Party of 2.5...its just like that other one except we started off even more famished.
"Its the FINAL COUNTDOWN. Ooooooh we're heading for Venus. And still we stand tall. Cuz maybe they've seen us, and welcome us alllllll."
(knocks dust loose from a rotting board) Well now would you look at that. The beating heart of a PVP player! It was here all along under this detritus. We'll just leave that here for safe keeping...
A man remarked one day that he enjoyed cashews a little too much, often was found wandering the mean streets of Detroit on his own and then would lay down his life for those that fit into his idea of comfort. Lo! Such a force was born from blood, boredom and a tumultuous BANG sound: Goats. BAAAAA.
Now featuring races with thieves attempting to outrun the Warclaw to prove how silly it is in practice. Much like using phrases such as "never eat spinach with a stranger"
Ever the resourceful group the guild banded together this week to pool 🏊♀️ “. Not gold. We actually swam together in a creek while singing La Bouche songs. You too could join this engaging content!
Come along for an adventure. One where we polish our horns nightly in an effort to determine how best to pierce our enemy. And the enemy behind that. Plus that wall. And maybe a lamp or two.
I’ve got a potato with your name on it. 🥔
My partners in crime have risen up against their golem god oppressors leaving us bereft and alone in a field of Wheaties. I'm not sure what that means but come join my guild anyway.