It's like a turducken.

After us finally conquering Heroic Shannox, Rhyolith, Alysrazor, and Majordomo Staghelm, Enaku siphoned enough fire power out of their corpses to become one with a dragon. He's subsequently taken over the raid and makes us run Firelands for his own amusement.

Please help us he has a legendary

(Grats Enaku on your legendary staff!)

I've never had the same wit or eloquence as some of our other news creators here. My steam comes from being bubbly, energetic and positive. That being said, returning to a fight that I never fought beside some of my raid-mates when it first occurred feels odd; something broken in the fabric of time but no less grand. Instead of focusing, however, on the sheer enormity of the problem before us, this time we cobbled together those skills that had been learned, trained and repeated ad nauseum across the years. It feels important to mention though, those feelings that all of us had at one point or another, standing in the Molten Core those many, many raids ago. Witnessing something so large that it stretches beyond the boundaries of your imagination. It forces the outer reaches of your impossibly small universe into the nothingness. We had banded together with twice as many people, but feeling twice as insignificant. Insects running rampant, as it were.

Walking calmly back into the home of Ragnaros now felt less like a retread of familiar ground and more like the complexity that was rightfully demanded of us now, experienced and older. It was the same evil beckoning us but with new tricks. Well, Firelord, we have them too. We have the benefit of wisdom, tenacity and renewed strength. But most importantly, friendship.

I feel like even though this is simply an end-boss fight and in many people's eyes, just a step towards eventual heroics, that it always makes us look back and reflect on things that have gone before. If anything, the real thread that ties those many wipes in the hallowed core to the many wipes now at the hands of giant flaming balls of death is our friendship. Sure, the tune may have changed over time, but the reprise remains the same. You could say that this is the real lesson from all of this.

It makes me sad then, that I've had to pick up the pen again in order to catalogue our triumphs. Not because I don't appreciate our victories, but because there are better men with better words and better jokes. And like Argat before, now Arnesca is leaving our raid in order to enjoy his days being a casual. Paladins are flighty creatures, having been in the raid for only 6-7 years at a clip, you know?

It feels so weird to suffer these changes but they are for the best and all stories tend to weave the same fabric. Despite all that, even with some of our elders passing on, we are witnessing the rebirth of something great. I don't know how the rest of this is going to play out, but we all know how it ends.

Falling off a bridge and pulling Garr.

Alternative Title: Two Birds, One Fireball
It is that time of year again: summer raiding! And boy is it hot! Reprise has been hard at work killing bosses, staying cool and making egregious puns.


Even though 4.2 and Firelands have only been out a few short weeks, we've been hitting normal content pretty hard in anticipation of Ragnaros and his fiery new legs as well as looming heroic modes. While I haven't quite retrieved my data from my gnomish photocorder for our Beth'tilac, Lord Rhyolith or Shannox kills, I can assure you we armed ourselves with a giant can of RAID, dispatched some dogs and broke some rocks apart.

From there, it was on to Baleroc, Alysrazor(Arnesca's favorite fight) and everyone's favorite grumpy druid, Majordomo Staghelm.
We've been feeling really confident about our progress lately, so let's hope we don't wipe on trash.
If you can't take the heat, stay the heck out of Firelands!

Deodan has survived the terrors that hide deep within not only the walls of Icecrown Citadel, but perhaps in the depth of our own souls.

Shadowmourne; a newly forged weapon already steeped in this world's history, reborn into an unrivaled destiny. With this weapon you bear a solemn responsibility, and the time to carry out that charge is at hand. Take this weapon of myth and legend and march on the enemy. Avenge the countless heroes lost in his merciless campaign. Bring rest to their tortured souls. Steel yourself, deathknight, and guide Shadowmourne to fulfill the purpose of its creation.

I hope Deo appreciates his swirly little purple soul thingies, he looks pretty fabulous with them. So thank you everyone, thank you Deodan for putting up with us (and the quest) and I give you a round of applause for not becoming the next Lich King. However, I'd really like to bring attention to the real hero here, the one who made this all possible:

Green dragons are tricky things - they need lots of care, plenty of rest and apparently tons of healing. Thankfully we were there to heal this dragon back to fullsies and all we got as thanks for a dumb chest full of clothes. Thanks a lot, Valithria!

I really dislike Futurama, but we finally got Putricide down on January 31st.

We finally killed Putricide on January 31st. I really hate Futurama. That is all.

We've been rather busy here at Fordragon's Reprise, but unfortunately your intrepid narrator's computer has suffered some losses. Namely my screenshot folder. Also a lot of lag/disconnects on bosses! Hence why there's at least several boss kill pictures missing here. We tromped our way through the first floor of the Citadel immediately, even taking on Saurfang quite handily. Our mages don't stop dying on Gunship, we have people running into ice gas, but we trudge on.

Plague and Blood Wings have proved to be trickier but our morale is high.

Emboldened this week by both spirit...and spirits, Fordragon's Reprise battled once more into the Titan stronghold of Ulduar to vanquish both Freya and her three Guardians as well as the Iron Council once and for all. Much celebration and even more drinking was had as we prepare to plow deeper and faster than ever before.

In the immortal words of Deodan, "live harder than you've ever lived before." We will be taking this with us as we thoroughly penetrate all the way to the bottom of Ulduar's mysterious hardn---hardmodes and our drakes.

This Sunday, FR put the pedal to the metal and took down hardmode Northrend Beasts and two-shot Jaraxxus. We might have just barely managed the enrage timer, but isn't that what raiding is all about? BUYING THE WHOLE SEAT, BUT ONLY NEEDING THE EDGE!