Warriors ASSEMBLE

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Elune is not proud, she abandoned. If she had any love, proudness, etc. for me, she wouldn’t have abandoned me

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If your knife is talking to you, you might be experiencing void overload

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My knife isn’t talking to me, I can hear her in my head

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Wielding a toothpick is funny enough laughs at rogues but a talking toothpick!

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At least i’m not carrying weapons which I cannot lift. You can barely lift yours. Like seriously, your weapons got to be at least 5k pounds

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and I can carry TWO of them, one in EACH hand.

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A gust of wind can blow you over with those things

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I am sure someone can remove that for you

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Why would I want to remove the whispers of Xal’atath and um well her name starts with a A, can’t make it out fully

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you’ve been blowing lots of hot air all over my warrior party and I’m still standing TALL AND PROUD like ALL WARRIORS DO.

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You’re standing broken

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Oh Darling you never played in BC have you? But why on earth would a mage tank…smart people avoid getting hit. We have meat shields for that

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So do weaklings who can’t take the hits and you strike me more as a weakling! Now go make a portal or hide in invisibility or something else you puny mages do that isn’t standing and fighting :smiley:

Arms Warrior and one of those forest creature druids resto with feral charge was the top 2s combination in arena back then

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AKA - the Cross-Eyed Crazies

I’m too damn good looking to take shots to the face so I wear my damn helmet(and cup)!

Semper Fi! :us:

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slides an ale to Zeerion and gives a hearty HEADBUTT

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You’re a weakling. I just kicked you butt and I haven’t fought for years

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in a dream sequence complete with snapchat filters of stars and unicorns :wink:

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Darling, all you are is a meat shield a tool that your betters use so they can get a job done.

And did you know in BC there was a boss that only a mage could tank…he would one shot anyone but a mage. Now again be a dear and fetch your betters drinks.

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returns the headbutt and downs the ale like a Dwarf

Got something here, wrote it down sos I wouldn’t forget. I didn’t write it originally, but it belongs here for the rest of my steel-clad brethren.

pulls a folded and worn parchment from under his breastplate that is stained with what appears to be spots of blood

I am the Warrior.

When you see me, I will, most likely, not be attired formally. I will be encased in my steel. It will be dirty, bloody, and battered. I do not have a quick tongue or eloquent speech. I know nothing of the manners of the King’s court, or the etiquette of the formal ball.

I am known by many names. Tank. Meatshield. Fighter. Brawler. Corpse.

I am the Warrior.

I have not the capability, nor the inclination, to hide. I cannot strike from stealth with devastating blows, then fade into the darkness. I cannot incinerate a foe from twenty paces away. I cannot deal death from a distance, safe from the return attacks of my enemy. In order to kill, I must close with the enemy. I see his eyes. I smell his breath. I taste his fear. And he tastes mine.

I cannot bend Nature to do my bidding. I cannot tap into the Nether and force it to do what I command. I cannot study the arcane and master it to my control. I command naught but my mind, my body, and my will. It is by those, and those alone, that I stand or fall.

I have no friends on my journey. No walkers of the void, summoned from the Nether as servants and bodyguards. No loyal beasts of the plains or woods, to defend me and comfort me in my pain. My sole companion is my weapon. I must care for it better than any hunter has ever cared for his beast. I must master it more than any warlock has ever mastered his demon. Without me, it is useless. Without it, I am nothing.

I cannot heal. I cannot shield. I cannot call upon the gods and see my prayers answered. I call to the spirits of my ancestors in the heat of battle, and they are silent. My only ability to protect is to offer myself, my blood and bone and sinew, as a sacrifice. To draw the attacks of our foes. To take the blows that would kill a lesser being, and continue to fight on.

I cannot kill with the speed and grace of the rogue, the suddenness and shock of the hunter, or the flamboyance and power of the mage. When I kill, it is a slow business. Slow and bloody for all concerned, myself included. I fight on, pummeled and battered so that my companions may receive the glory of the kill and the wreaths of victory. If I die and they yet live, it is an expected sacrifice.

I come in all races, all sizes. I fight under a thousand flags, on a million battlefields. I am dismissed by the highborn, scorned by the noble, lectured by the priest, and forgotten by the peasant. Until the time when the trumpets of battle sound, and those who would destroy them come forth. And then the cry goes up…"Where, oh where, is the Warrior?"

Pray to your gods that I continue to answer that call.

Few do answer the call. Fewer still survive. It is a long and hard road, this way of the Warrior. Along it lie pain, and fear, and death. Scant rewards and scanter gratitude. At the end, for most, is an anonymous grave on some windblown battlefield. If they are lucky.

And yet, I fight on. I do not even know why. Perhaps for glory, perhaps for fame, perhaps for money, perhaps for my country, perhaps for my family. Perhaps it is simply all I know how to do. But fight I will. Whether you appreciate it or not. Whether you even notice it or not. I will be out there, on the battle lines. Fighting. Killing. Dying.

I am the Warrior.

Death is my business.

Be it yours…or mine.

Semper Fi! :us:

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A component in Gruul’s Cavern. Yep. I know that fight quite well. Warlocks could tank him too, but not as effectively as a mage. I know because I tanked it on a mage in BC. A puny, weak, noodle armed, mana dependent mage, just like you! And speaking of fetching drinks, that’s your class function, mine is killing things without mana :smiley:

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