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SoH: Clear
ToMC: Clear
Palace: 6/7
Zarrakon: Dead
Ykesha's: 3/5
Munzok's: 4/6
Miragul's: 5/8
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» Recruitment |
 Assassin: 1
 Mystic: 1
 Guardian: 1
 Ranger: 1
 Templar: 1
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» Recruitment info |
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Avalon is currently recruiting at high priority one plate tank, Guardian preferred but others welcome. Also looking for an Assassin or Ranger, and Mystic. You can also contact a member of the leadership (Neoshyi, Keyh, Salurto, Glyphryk, Jazhara, or Himala) in game or on the forums if you have any questions.
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» Zarrakon = Dead |
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» Umzok |
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» Qxectus Qxectus Goes QQ! |
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» Tyrranus |
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» Gynok Goes Down |
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» Dirty Uncle Mynzak |
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He violated us like the love between an early developing girl and a department store Santa. The whisper of alcohol on his breath was more than we could stand. Ughh said "WE DO WHAT SAL WANT DO" and bashed him with a rock.
-Salurto
In his latest efforts Walden lasted more than the 10 seconds, in fact nearly 10 minutes! When it was over though he lost control from Mynzak's sweet release of Zealous Voidbeam Pauldrons. Mynzak lay there, spread eagle, spent, not wanting any more of Avalon and their fearless leader.
-Neoshyi
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» Avalon Progression Update |
Pentaclypse and what's his name again?
Boom-boom-pow goes Neo and Penta goes down like a sailor on leave. To keep tradition, Walden and Keyh stare deeply into one another's eyes, their breath caressing one another's necks. Knowing in their souls the forbidden fruit of passion between them can be broken by no box, not even the Exquisite one left in Penta's wake.
Fab Four (Mynzok's)
Ringo, Paul, John and George lay as silently as they had before we tore apart their crashpad. Blood and guts everywhere, the musician's yeilded more treasure. Yoko ambushed us right after, but that talentless hack wouldn't abscond with what was due.
Miragul's:
Journal entry, part 1:
Goddamn is it cold. Sometimes I don't know why I do this. Save the world, steal the coin, get the girl. Please. What's my ass doing freezing in this place. We met a man with a fur fetish out here, Haladan the Paladin. Either fate is cruel, or what I've heard about Paladins is entirely true. He didn't have a 'squire' so much as a 'pet mammoth'. I guess in the cold the fur is more appealing then soft, silky boy flesh. More later, we're moving.
Journal entry, part 2:
Still cold. Hate my allies, especially the ones who are enjoying this. Buncha sissies fought a librarian and his books. At least he wasn't Mercer the Coercer or something equally stupid.
Journel entry, part 3:
Cold. Ice skating. Who fights on skates? Oh sure, we made pretty patterns. I need to keep the women warm, since no one else around here will.
Journel entry, part 4:
Heatwave! What a piss-poor joke. This guy can't even fight alone, he has to summon creatures? And a Lizard of all things, doesn't he know it's cold blooded? Damned thing just laid down while we euthanized it out of mercy. And it's master made eyes at me, I'm tired of this mission. Need to go home.
-Salurto
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» Tythus Tinzok |
Walden's sword stops moving suddenly; slamming into and splintering bone. It was a shock after the ease of thrusting it through the flesh of Tythus. Walden looks up at Tythus's face which, while remaining emotionless, seemed to be filled with sorrow. Walden struggles to keep is sword steady as Tythus continues to move, then falls lifeless ontop of it.
"PWNED!!!!" screams Salurto, as he walks up and teabags Tythus. "How do you like that!?" he teased, as Walden adds Tythus underneath Xebnok and Kultak in the list of casualties due to Avalon.
-Keyh
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» Xebnok the Wretched |
Xebnok was next. The raid leader forced us to stand in the corner for this fight, something about stopping us from being knocked up. I'm assuming the mob rapes you if you get too close. I was tasked with grabbing some detonator mobs which seem to be terrorist zombies on a jihad and will blow up everyone in the zone. I had to do this without turning my back to Xebnok though, so he didn't violate me from behind. We managed to eventually get it down (a lactose intolerant person gets down a gallon of milk in under 10 minutes). Since getting it down, we haven't had many problems on additional attempts though, and none of our raid members are pregnant, so it's a win.
-Keyh, Avalon's Best Dressed 5-years running
Remember: If an item looks cooler, it's better than the one you have.
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