Once there was a little reaver, who wanted to be a lot more meaner.
Craving to be some bit wider, and to stand out as much higher.
He was given home by the elves, who thought to use his skills for themselves.
There he got all what he wanted, and was to be cared for until he halted.
Then one day the alerts aroused, and all the patrols searched and browsed.
He did not know for why this was caused, until when all the racket had paused.
There the bevy stood in front of him, ready for fight and determined to win.
And even as much as he tried and pounded, he had only slightly wounded.
As none of his parts could not be mended, this is how it all finally ended.
Slowly falling apart on the floor, as his last thought "pain no more".
Ok, the next time I try to do this while I am still soundly awake and not sleeping in front of the computer. But you can consider it as a rare piece of art that also tend often to be rather unpleasant suprises to the untrained eye. And this smoothly brings us to the subject of The Eye and us seeking some new content inside its narrow corridors and vast halls. As you can see, Void Reaver met his poetical destiny. Afterwards we spent some time in the solarium, with maybe some real progress with the encounter thanks to a few individuals and their effort in the latter part of the night. More to post here soon? I hope so.
Loot from Void Reaver:
- [item]Fel-Steel Warhelm[/item]
- [item]Pauldrons of the Vanquished Hero[/item]
- [item]Pauldrons of the Vanquished Defender[/item]
