Ruins of Lordaeron, and a Bag of Fresh Batteries

I spent my free time in Ruins of Lordaeron, which I'd recommend to anyone who finds holidays too relaxing. The Ruins of Lordaeron: a whole capital frozen on the night it fell. The Warrior spent the run behind a shield the size of a door, and I spent it behind the Warrior, which is a door with opinions.

Witherfang was, like everything else in Azeroth, a mechanism with a weak point. I found it, and leaned on it, and kept leaning.

Sword of the Fallen came my way: better made than most things in Azeroth, which is a low bar, and it cleared it handsomely. I came out with 'Abominable Creatures', 'Bloodied Insignia', 'Remember That I Love You' and 'Crest of Lordaeron' all done. Now I only have to remember who asked. I came out ten silver the richer. Gold is just stored effort, and I've stored a fair bit.

With the Warrior up front, Gakmir could throw firebolts from the back, which he did, and complain about the view, which he also did. Mages and warlocks went to the same schools, once. Then one of us found out where the real power was kept, and it wasn't in a library in Dalaran.

Everyone said 'good run' at the end. It was an acceptable run. I said 'good run' too. I'm not a monster. I'm just accurate.