Khamballa

NEVAR!

This is obviously not the same people that made battle-net! THOSE PEOPLE WENT AND MADE GUILDWARS! Although WOW is just more fun and dynamic - you will notice that Guild Wars had an amazing downloading and streaming system. About twice a week a message would appear "Please Relog, a patch has been released" and you relog, a download happens in 2 seconds and a bug has been fixed forever. Guildwars is some network coding genious. THIS IS A FOUR MEGABYE PATCH! It's been an hour.

tanks moN! I be sittin at 40 a while to make loads of payback money and AH money. ((I have to wait for my buddies to hit 40, because we're going to hit the BG hard as hell at 40 together. We're going to be mortal striking Paladins and messing up everybody. In addition, I am going to try to get my trade skills full because finding herbs is 10 times faster on a mount))

hehe, been throwing down 40 Silk a day on the AH getting about 1G for it each. Well, ok. The STV trolls will increase my darkspear rating huh?

Between costs of repairs and other numerous amounts of spending - I have made 31 gold. I just hit level 39 tonight. I plan to hit 40 tomorrow. Is there anyway that you guys could help Khamballa reach his goal of obtaining his mount torrow? I wanted that mount so bad, and now that I'm back and more powerful than ever; I want it twice as bad. Hopefully my auctions will sell and i'll get some more.

I have a proposal to make. I feel that Anathemas is a great character for this server. I've always wanted to be on a PVP server - but the RP element was just too strong. When they release the hybrids - they might open up character transfer and I was wondering if anybddy wanted to go over there with Anathemas? I was thinking that we could all move an alt over there and keep a guild there.

Aright, sounds good. Thanks guys.

I have a question before I go to work. Anathemas is your type of person that would enjoy slaying something just to see it suffer, the only other means of joy he has is eating his victim. What if he runs up against a gnome that is ten levels lower than himself - flagged? Certainly I would not wish to bring disgrace upon the Skullcrushers. Would one character nutorious for being a seriel killer be beneficial or hurtful to the guild? I am guessing hurtful - and I wish not to do that. Any ideas? Maybe make a casual guild for people who do the same?

4 Months Ago - Four Months Ago – “Would the defendant, Armin Mives, please stand up?” Mr. Mives rose to his feet, pushing his chair back as he stood. He looked over the small, humid, and crowded room – a look of conviction hung on his visage. He surveyed the jury of his peers, none of them “surveyed” back… except one. She was the young one. Her gaze peered down into him, it was personal and he liked it. ”Has the Jury come to a verdict?” ”Yes we have your honor” The clanging of the market place outside was amusing, a stark contrast of the casual versus the epic level of condemnation Mr. Mives was about to face. Who were THEY to decide the difference between what was right and wrong – does it not change from man to man? “In the case of disturbing the deceased – we find the defended: guilty.” “Disturbing the deceased…”, Mives giggled. “In the case of dishonoring the Holy Order of the King and the Light that reins over him we find the defended: Guilty.” Mr. Mives was not surprised. “Mr. Mives, a jury of your peers has found you guilty on all charges. But there is a few things I would like to address before sentencing you…” Mr. Mives was teeming with curiosity. “This is probably the most nauseating trial I have ever witnessed. I have never been one to feel sympathy – but the witnesses we saw here today nearly made me stand up and rap you myself with this very gavel. The evidence: the bones with fragments of flesh between their joints, the knives and saws we’ve seen here today, they make me want to vomit to cleanse myself. You are a hideous… Beast, Armin… a true lecher and an embarrassment to the Alliance, the King, and to God. You are anathema!” Mives’ lips parted a bit and a frighteningly proud, gentleman-like smile appeared on his face. The girl on the jury began to cry. “I CONDEMN YOU TO DEATH BY HANGING!”

OK what class and race do you think he is? I think he most fits a troll rogue. Although I get the feeling he's on the alliance - he could be one of the lame classes. You know what though? There could be quite a bundle of celebrities online, afteral, they get to escape their real life and talk to people who are'nt famous without them knowing. Might even be on the RP server for that reason. And the busy ones are probably the strange ones you meet in the earlier sections of the game. Interesting thought.

In the heart of the Stone Talon Mountains – South of Sunrock Retreat… Jogging persistently along the path I see a familiar set of ears. It be da ears dat you be seein on jus about every elvsie. Before I take in da entire situation we cross paths, a scent of elf skin whirls past my face. Stricken with interest she be… she stops. Khamballa stop. I turn roun’ to fin dat she looking right back at me. I smudge my face with red war paint, da Olog proclamation of war. No soona be da red on my face den a silver plated Oomie come over da hill. He eyes me, I am no match for him yet. I don move. If I run der no chance of escape. I muss face death with eyes dat show no fear. He runs behind me, I can feel him eying me. He be opposite da elvsie, his ally. But I realize dat der no way to escape death if he come. I face da Elvsie, for she be seein da look of death upon my face if I be run through. I hear da scurry of footsteps run away from behind me. Just me an da elvsie. Her eyes pierce back at me. Poof. She be smoke. A scratching upon the ground and she is a cat, a cat wit big teeth. Snarling she looks ready for battle. A shapeshifter she is. She shifts back. At dat moment a fierce anxiousness and extasy run through Khamballa. Her weapons are pulled, and in her eyes there is her proclamation of war. Like da snake dat bit me so long ago – I eye her and recoil a bit, waiting for da time in which peace is prime. Den it come. I strike like da snake. She is stunned but still ready to fight. Within an instant, t######, painful, terrible roots entangle my legs. I cannot move. They lock me in like a deadly serpent. I strike at da roots as she distances herself from me. Green orbs dat smell like burning trees smash into me. Da pain is deep, hidden but painful to da core. I hack enough to pull my legs out and I stumble after her. When I get close enough I rend her chest, I strike her hamstring, I brutally knock her in the chest with my butchers axe. She is meat to me, I am her butcher. A green glow appears in her hands, a great healing energy tingles on my face – she shall surly use it to her advantage. I smash da shield into the growing green orb and an electric current bursts all over, worthlessly into the air. Her nose is smashed by the blow. Blood runs down her face, and der is a fear in her eyes. Stumbling back from da blow I lean in and grip her as well as I can be wit my shield hand. With the blade, I fall like a tree onto her and bury da blade into her face… over and over and over. She is dead twice, three, four, ten times. I pull the blade from the grounded purple flesh – bone fragments hanging onto the blade… “Thank you”, I say a short prayer and scurry into the darkness of the StoneTalons… like da snake - I am once again hidden.

Pacific Time I work 2-10pm Today and Tomorrow... Sunday I dont know yet. I'm always down for Booty Bay or Crossroads or something. Edit: I'm always down to brainstorm.

What is there to wear?

...shortly after the bloodrage...http://altisonus.org/v-web/gallery/Blizzard-Banned-Me/batrider2?full=1 Upon the bat, Khamballa whipped in and out of the clouds – deeper and deeper into the heavens until a great blackness swept over him. In the midst of his rage he had become free… his fleshy body tattered into bloody ribbons that twirled and rained down back to the earth so far bellow. His spirit drifted upon the winds until he awoke in the Kingdom of Shakha. There flowed like water in gigantic fountains, blood, blood of those who had been either sacrificed to the Blood God or blood of those that had fallen to the spears, blades and arrows of the Horde. There, great warriors did battle days on end until it was time to rest. After battling the warriors feasted a great feast and drank from the blood of the fountains. There Khamballa grew smarter in the ways of battle – not strength, not technique, not tactics but a force far greater than all of these aspects of combat. He learned to find the root of a Troll’s blood crazed rage, an insurmountable power locked down inside the warrior, a rage, a hatred, a love and a hunger that coursed through muscle violently enough to snap bones. Peering down upon the vast lands of Aezeroth he grew anxious. He had left the realm just before the war had broken fully. He had seen the early skirmishes that lead to war, but he had never tasted the flesh of a mounted warrior – or had the pleasure of being struck by an airborne attack. He had yet to hear the scream of a thousand trolls assaulting his homeland of stranglethorn as he landed in Booty Bay. He had not yet cut off the ears of night elves and burned their idols to the ground. He had not seen to it that the Forsaken would be a safe ally for the Horde. He truly needed to return, he knew this. But he knew not how. Shakha was more than willing to let him return to Aezeroth – but to return, Khamballa needed to have a sacrifice made to him, not a sacrifice of blood, but a sacrifice of an entire body – he would need a vessel to return. The vessel would need to be new, cleansed and accepting a trade that would determine the fate of their very soul. Shakha and this willing troll would need to be at an agreement – Shakha exchanges Khamballa for the soul of the willing body. Khamballa would have a new body, and the vessel’s soul would be granted into the Kingdom of Shakha. This would be easy enough. However, that would take the works of a very dark magician, the kind of magician that raised bodies that had died of the dreaded plague. It would take a magician that could create a forsaken, a magic that was not trusted. Shakha looked to Legba. Legba decided to make the exchange so long as he would be granted the gift of The Fallen Sight – a gift that granted powerful mages and warlocks the slight ability to glimpse at an entire fallen soldier’s life so long as the soldier’s blood could still be tasted and was still fresh. Legba, having been granted this gift decided he would carry out Shakha’s request. Legba set out to find a perfect vessel and it was not long until he succeeded. He had discovered a young worshiper of Shakha in Durotar. He had heard the legend of Khamballa and had been named in honor of him. His name was Xhamballah. Legba, in front of a small congregation of Darkspear initiated the cosmic exchange under the sheathe of night. Drizzling the blood of night elf upon the body of Xhamballa, Legba let out a speech barely audible to the average troll – it was the language spoken in the times of the two kingdoms. From a distance the sound of a squeeling bat could be heard, the dying screams of alliance could also be heard. Xhamballa began to spasm; he flipped and churned until the squealing became terrifying. it went silent. Xhamballa, now on his chest, pushed down upon the ground and rocked himself onto his feet and remained in the squatting position. His hair and eyes now burned a bright red, looking side to side he observed the group of Darkspear with familiar looking, snake like movements. The exchange had been a success. ”I be like de snake, I slitha on da bottom, brudda” It was him. He had returned. He was weak – but that would pass in time.

I'm back baby! Volonazra, I cant wait to talk to you in game.