Oh hear a tale of a fighting band, as merry as can be. We spit! We cuss! We show our butts! Shouting out with Glee! One day we stepped in a dragons lair, fought a drake or two, took down some wurms, and wyverns, and then Doze came crashing through! We died that day, all 34, and mourned the gnomes and elves. Next thing we know we're back again and ready for some more! So buffed, and full on magic juice, with weapons shined and sharp, our monks tossed their weight around and woah! here comes Dozekar! This time we were full ready for him, and our clerics had a go, we kept our main tanks half alive, and a quarter went to Doze. In the end with 8 men down, and more in need of repair, Doze laid at our feet, as dead as meat, and gave us peices of fresh treasure! So gratz I say again to our guild, glorius as can be, for Doze is dead, and we are happy, much closer to power are we.

I wonder if that rhymed like I wanted it too. Oh well, if you're a pirate you can sing it! By the way, after Dozekar was wiped from ToV we headed over to Greig's End in usual fashion and bitch slapped, aka, smacked down, aka, reamed, aka, raped, aka, spanked, one natorious Servitor of Luclin. Lo and behold we were able to snatch not one, but TWO ft1 int caster staves off the bastard. Just goes to show, even the little mobs have great loot!