We set out to stomp some face. In a horrific culinary accident, Grethok and Razorgore found themselves caught up in the whirling maelstrom of egg beaters, cutlery, and flying dishes. Their deaths were not in vain though, as they left a legacy in the form of epic oven mitts and wristbands. Gloves of Rapid Evolution Bindings of Transcendence Bracers of Ten Storms Standing next to our fallen friend, we paid tribute.
Secret strategizing was the key to victory.
After the party favors were handed out, I managed to hide behind a friendly tree long enough to catch Lord Victor Nefarius in the act of telepathically pleasuring Vaelastrasz the Corrupt. Not pictured, me doing the five knuckle shuffle and depositing it in what I assume was a squirrel hole in the tree.
In other news, I have the most bad assed frog out there.
Oh, and this...
