Judius

You poor, poor soul.

Heya folks... some of us had discusses heading into Blackrock Depths when I return from my trip, that I might finally off that ugly section of yellow and green in my quest journal.. I should be getting back home around 5-6 PM tonight, I'd be happy to take a stab at it this evening, though tomorrow would be just as good.. Anyone up for it? (56 Rogue in ;D )

I will take leave of my restin' 'ere. Time te ride in defense o' me 'omeland!

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I'm sorry to leave so soon after joining you wonderful folks, but a series of things, ranging from cancer hitting the family in two different grandparents (=( ) to my Dad's playing at a concert in D.C. will keep me away from my sweet compy until saturday. By the way, on the off chance that one of you lives in the D.C./Maryland/Virginia area, you really should check this concert out- loads of great musicians- it's a tribute to a rock group from the 60's/70's, called The Band.. really a great, group- influential in that Jimi Hendrix way- you know, friggin awesome, but with no huge success to speak of in their time. Anyhow, if you're interested it'll be in Strathmore Hall (look it up, I've got no clue where it is ;D). Byebye now

I've always been content to think that they are there to remind us of the real thing. Female invention, keeps us ###### and unruly. Or maybe they're just there to inspire classic lines like Kung Pow's "My nipples look like milk duds!"

Greetins to ye, hello, and in your most admirable of languages- a truly hearfelt Ug! I'll be tellin' it to ye simply, greenskins- before this here ship o' hardies, I been killin', stealin' (and once stolen!), lootin', plunderin', what have ye, under thar ever watchfuls o' the contract. Mercenary, Pirate, Swashbuckler, Thief, Rogue- whatever it be that ye be callin' ol' Judius- ye'd best not be mistaken my past for lack o' honor! I come to cross sails with one o' ye own, the Voodoo worker Marjaan. He been showin' me somethin' fierce o' honor- summin bein' o' high importance te yers most truly. Bein' in the market (I really should nae be puttin' in that way, I's not workin for the contract neh longer, not after what I been through of late), I decided to look furdder into thar Skullcrusher- what, the lad was wearin the symbol like a badge o' honor fresh stolen from admiral Proudmoore's rotten bones! Har! One thing led to a great sea o' things, all o' which I be happy to jabber on in time, and I was accepted into yer ranks- a contract killer, theif, rogue- what have ye once more- no more. I hereby, and thenby, pledge meself to somethin' greater, somethin fierce o' loyalty, honor, and respect. Now, It has come to me attentions, that some o' you Greenskins might be takin some issue o' fierceness with thar fact that me bones is crackin, and that me flesh is fallen off in piece (which make fer wonderful times when tossed at them lowlife elves... would groom themselves fer hours afterword... would- if not fer me blades!). Well, this I can be understandin. That bein spoken on, I feel I must be tellin you- I've more than a bit o' an axe te be grindin' with that scurvy wench Sylvanas. I'd be lyin' iffn I told ye that I didn't "wake up" in thar same crypt as nigh every other rotten sack o' bones, but I manage that I'd as well be lyin' to ye that I've ever held any manner o' loyalty - outside o de increasingly common forced alliances- to me bag o' bones bretheren- at least none o' dem o' consequence. Know dis- Judius be at your beck and call- he been waitin' since his days o' life aboard his sorely missed ship to find sumtin true like dis. Thieves Honor!