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Hi all. Irvana here again to give a way one of her secret recipe. So have a delicious meal.

For this dish you need least 1 murlocks and preferable a hunter friend then you don’t need to get sticks…you can use his arrows ha ha.

And some hot spice….depending on if your undead or not you can add as much you like.. life root and garlic and some salt.

And don’t forget the paint of ale.

Now this is where my friend Frawne helped me to get a murlocks and he was even kind enough to let the arrow be…thoughtfull of him

Sprinkle the still living and suffering murlock with hot spice and salt and see it flinch and scream ooohhhhh lovely, then bind it over a pile of glowing ambers and slowly rotate it….and every time it opens it yaws you stuff it with liferoot and garlic.

Did I forget something you say? Oh the ale (hides the half full tankerd behind her back) uhm….well ale is for…my bones yes….

Any now, when it stop screaming It is done…You can save the eyes for another recipe I know, so I will see you next week (sips on her ale)

Do you know where imps come from?
I do, and I want to tell you my story.

In the start of the warlock society all young warlocks was send out on a journey to a far away country to find themselves an imp. The journey were often full of dangers and many of the young warlocks didn’t return to us. If they died or decided to let this warlock business be is untold. As the years passed less and less warlocks passed the tests so the headmaster had to do something about it, if the warlocks wouldn’t be exterminated.

I was a young student, barely had powers to cast a curse, when I was called in to the headmaster.
He gave me a mission. I was to figure out how imps breed and try to breed imps to al the coming warlocks to be. Why he choose me I will never know, but the reason could be that many of the now living warlocks were to old or to young.
I started out making a list of all the warlocks on the compound that had a imp. I had to interrogate all the warlocks and imps.
Some of the warlocks and imps where very cheeky, others where pleasant to be around. The imps did not want to reveal how they breed so I had to try with persuasion, threat and at last I begged.
At last I understood how they did and how come they did not breed here in our land.
Every female imp is fertile 3 days a year, all independent of each other. The weather, sun, rain or something triggers the fertility. When she becomes fertile she has to give a lump of earwax to a male imp that has to spit on it every 3 hours for one day, then give it back to the female. Then the female has to put it in her belly button and keep it warm there while her eggs swim to the wax and mix with the spit of the male. Now the female has to find a place that is so warm that it will burn the wax. The mix between spit and wax in the warmth makes the egg hard. Then the female leaves the hardened egg where it is and go back. Oh.. did I forget to say it has to be full moon to hatch.

Guess if I had some interesting conversations with the imps, and I understand why they don’t want to tell me. I didn’t know if they just pulled my leg or if the story was true, but I found one imp that really wanted to help me out. She had wanted for so many years to make an egg and never had had the possibility here in this country because of the basic condition here. So I thought about the problem and I thought I could have a solution to it. So when she felt that the time was right she went to a male with her lump of wax. She came back to me the next day carrying it very carefully in her belly button. I took her to my house and showed her my oven and she thought it was worth a try.

The next full moon the egg hatch and out came 7 small imps. Very small. That was my first litter of imps and from that moment I have helped hatch all the imps that now is given to our young warlocks.
Of course I got a bigger house from the headmaster and I had a lot of ovens, but the nice feeling in my gut when I see this small imps hatch is worth it.

So now you know where your imps comes from and the long and hard way to breed them. I Paindora is the imp breeder, so don’t let my sweeties die.

Ive been sneaking around in Stormwind to get some names for you ;)

/Mijo

1. What’s your characters name, class and race?

Characters, all of em? Are you mad?! Well, main chars are Falanien, hunter and damn proud belf and Raffy da stupid druid, tauren.

2. Why did you choose that name, class and race?

Well. I thought they would be funny and they truly were..and the names were the first RP names that came to my mind.

3. What do you like to do most with your char?

Iddle…. Or well tbh raid and do instasJ

4. What’s your character like?

IMBA no doupt. Tho if you ment the RP way they are both dark souls. Who have been corrupted by the death of their loved ones.

5. Do you see yourself in your character and if you do, what is it that you see?

Well. I dunno.. Maybe a bit. For they are both quite humoristic even tho burdened and they keep things inside of em. Pretty much like i do.

6. Who are you? Girl, boy, age, student, hobbies.

Boy. 17. Student and miniatyres (Warhammers FTW!) The shortest answer this far O o

7. What do you like best with World of Warcraft?

What i like here best. hmm. Friends no soupt, If i wouldnt have made such good friends in here i wouldnt be playing this game anymore.

8. Why do you like to be in Tiger?

To be in tiger. Because we are friendly, social and crazy guild and i like ya all!

Greetings all connoisseurs this is I…Irvana the lovely chef of delicious and bizarre food.

Anyhow… to start this dish you need 1 big platter and at least 1 sharp (or not so sharp) knife .

2 pints of ale
1 pinch of salt
5 pinches of sugar…everyone know gnomes can be bit sour before being slaughter. If you want them bit sweeter with dark flavor you can always add some night elf tongue…since they are good at sweet talking.
1 to 3 bucket of water depending on how big bits of the gnomes you cut, hehehe well I like them small…

Ok now add the screaming gnome to the platter and start carving the bits you need and carve some more just for the fun of it….They do scream lovely.

Put the bits in the pot ad 1 pint of ale all the sugar and if you want the tongues.

The other ale is for your pleasure, so sip it while the pot boils, it will take at least 20 minutes. Then add the salt and if you want some vegetable. (I don’t mind them but I prefer my gnome bits just like that.)

And now here is the secret of how to make this dish .. If you have some enchanter friend or are one yourself…sprinkle some magical dust in it for the sparkling flavor.

Well it’s all done now (looking at the timeglas)

Fish up the bits and get rid of the rest…preferable in some nice sewer and if you are lucky you will have some tasty mutant rats in a week or so.

(Irvana sipping on some cold ale and holding a gnome bit in her hands…) hmmmmm you can of course take away the bones if you like…but I so do like the sound of the crushing bones.

Ta daa there you have it folks… bone appetite

1. New members in Tiger: Hashal, Makimaki, Phidji, Majsnisse, Leckwic, Myorthurgos and Jumsar. Welcome all :)

2. Dråkning became lvl 70 - grats !

3. Beware ! An epidemic is loose...its called Raffyness (or simply "Doom"). If you start putting "u"s into words where they dont belong, you migth have it !

4. Our usershave posted a total of 5000 articles on the forum - yay !

5. Hrulgar dont know if he is really Alliance or Horde !? I say kick him - who is with me? ^^

6. Kiaras has planned some rp events. Keep an eye on wow-raidar.com for more information.

7. The secret blogger turned out to be Rafal. Since nobody guessed who it was we will never know what the faboulus price would have been :(

8. Rushag and Phidki earned the title as cubs - grats !

9. Rezi turned 15 years old - grats mate.

10. We have a wedding coming up, IRL and in wow. Thats all im allowd to say so far.

Brougth to you by sneaky repporter Kiaras !

[Samothrake]: i use toiletwater

[Samothrake]: to fly

[Angelroque]: ah ok stop smoking samo :)

[Samothrake]: aye spread ou

[Musteh]: btw.. does any1 listen avantasia here

[Musteh]: seems not

[Kiaras]: whats that? Is it eatable??

[Gábriel]: anyone listen to Six Feet Under?

[Musteh]: its like carrot but u dont eat it but stick into yar ear

[Druidjim]: EWWW

[Kiaras]: wow.. need to have that carrot!!

[Rezi]: hmm any1 wanna buy [Witherbark Coin] [Hakkari Coin]

[Bloodscalp Coin]

[Rezi]: wait oops

[Rezi]: i didnt try selling

[Rezi]: brb

[Holyangel]: bad boy

[Rezi]: *slaps self hard!*

[Holyangel]: good :)

So... It has been quite a long time since the last part of the story, and I decided to make a new part for it, as much for my own pleasure and for Mijo's sanity ^^. Oh, and also she insisted that I allready say who I am, for she is really frustrated to call Mr/s. Blogger (sorry for the trouble mate =P). So, without longer speech (you have to imagine the trumpets and the booming voice, my special effect gnomes are having a lunchbreak) It's time to reveal myself: It was Rafal who entertaiment you for that short period you buggers, and it's one kind of an wonder that you didn't find it out!

Meanwhile

Aluraian Stonehammer walked grimly behind his undead guide, ignoring the beautiful tapestry and the paintings on the walls. His mind worked with the questions he had worried with for over a month now. Why had the undead warlord approached him with this wild idea of open war between the vile Horde and the proud Alliance? Why he had accepted the plan instead of slaying the undead instantly for such arrogance? The last question didn’t bother him too much tho, for he knew that this would be an perfect excuse to wipe those vile maggots of the Horde once and for all. He knew that the Alliance would prevail against them, for the Horde was nothing more but a bunch of bandits and former slaves.

And yet… There was something about this Shadespear, something that tickled Aluraian’s nerves. He pushed the thought aside, for it was matter of unimportance. If there was something for him to know, his master would surely tell that to him. His master knew everything, for no secret could be kept away from him. Aluraian knew this by his own experience, and the memory made shivers run across his back and his face warped with the memory of a long-gone pain.
They entered to the courtyard from the main castle, and Aluraian was pleased to see his troops already mounted on their horses. He waved at Heron, his standard bearer, and the man led Stonehammer’s warhorse to him. “Are the men ready Heron? They better be for we are leaving now!” Aluraian yelled, jumped to his saddle and charged out of the main gates like a thunderbolt, more than willingly leaving the cursed castle of the undead warlord behind.

His warriors were well trained, and they soon caught up with him. Heron rode to his right side, and for a moment they rode in silence. Ultimately the standard bearer couldn’t resist his curiosity.

“So, the plan is going good?” he said with an asking tone in his voice. “That Undead is ready to start a war that would wipe out the whole Horde, his people?” Heron continued, with a growing tone of disbelief in his voice.

“Yes lad, that’s indeed the thing he would do. Never trust to an undead who can think with it’s own brains, never. They always have their own goals , and they never hesitate to backstab you if they get a change.” Aluaraian grumbled, and stared forward, his eyes blind to the landscape.

“But my lord, are you sure it’s wise to talk like that when our mast-“ Heron started, but Aluraian quickly interrupted him.

“Never again mention our master idiot,” he hissed angrily. “These men would kill us without a second though if they would hear what you just said,” he continued, hatred burning in his low voice.
Heron quickly turned to the warriors riding behind them and gulped: “I’m sorry my lord, it was not my meaning to do us any harm.”

Stonehammer snorted and said no word. His master should have send him someone else than Heron, someone who knew how important their work was, someone who wouldn’t have been afraid of shadows. Well, Aluraian was a practical man, and as long as there were miles to ride there was the change that his flag carrier could end up into an accident, fall of from a cliff for example… These thoughts brought smile to his face, and even Heron Smiled uneasily as he thought that his lord had already forget about his failure. Oh yes, Aluraian thought, there were plenty of changes for an accident, and surely the Lich King would understand how important it was to execute the weak links…

Krazak is an npc that you find in Bootey Bays Inn. He gives you a quest to find him some sort of dream dust. Okay - not especially weird in the world of warcraft - it could be used as some sort of magic trick or for gunpowder maybe? But when you deliver him the dust, you realise what kind of dust it really is. Krazek snorts (as in "puts it in his nose") and then gets dizzy. He has a funny look on his face and tells you its some powerful stuff ! Hmm...

Near the dragons that drops the dust is a cave. In that cave is a belf who says the following:

"I give unto you cordial salutations. You've come far off the beaten path merely to speak to someone dwelling inside a cave. I trust there is a reason for your strange, yet not unforeseen visit here. Yes?"

The only option of reply is somewhat flirtatious....tho i dont understand why, since all the belf did was onload a lot of bs on you...but your reply reminds a lot of an old pickupline. If you cant read it on the picture, it says: ”What's and elf like you doing inside a cave like this?”. Sometime Blizzard must be bored... "We have nothing to do... lets put an elf in a cave somewhere and make a funny reply option" ^^

1. What's your Character name and class?

Levius, 70 mage

2.Why did you choose that name and class?

The name just came to me after 15 minutes of thinking :P

And a mage has always interested me, so that's why i made one

3.What do you like to the most with your character?

I guess not much with this character anymore. I can do some

instances and raids with this, but mostly im doing that with my paladin

4.What's you character like?

Crazy, nuts and totally insane

5.Who are you?

I guess im a boy, no no im a man of 21 years old. Currently im

working with construction and i guess you know what my hobbies are :)

6.What do you like best with wow?

I guess the fun play time you have with other people from other countries

7.Why do you like to be in Tiger?

All the nice people ive met in tiger over the years, the fun we all can have,

specially in guild chat when it goes crazy. Some people said before that

i always started to make the guild chat crazy

Kiaras had the great idea that we should all get to know each other a little better here in Tiger. First she wanted to steal your souls and empty them for all your dirty little secrets - but then decided to do a little interview on you guys instead :)

So if you are up for it - please mail your answers to the questions mentioned below, to Kiaras or Mijo. The answers will be published on the blog. Thank you !


1. What’s your characters name, class and race?

·2. Why did you choose that name, class and race?

·3. What do you like to do most with your char?

·4. What’s your character like?

·5. Do you see yourself in your character and if you do, what is it that you see?

·6. Who are you? (Girl, boy, age, student, hobbies...?)

·7. What do you like best with World of Warcraft?

·8. Why do you like to be in Tiger?

Our current secret blogger has decided that he/she wont be blogging after finishing the story he/she is writting these days (Gees, let people know who you are already :p)

So that means we need some people who wants to do some writting and reporting for Tigers. All appropriate Tiger/wow/gaming material is welcome - even if u just want to make a single post (and hence not be a blogger as such).

We can have more than one blogger, so let us know if you are up for it. This is your chance to shine :D

/Mijo

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

- Louis Armstrong

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By Mijo :)

Okay so lately Holyangel became an officer in Tiger and now we got two more ! Congratulations to Zefaria and Samothrake :)

If anyone is confused about who is Officer in Tiger....well look in your guildrooster for packleaders and armorers :p Or check out this list:

Zaigerne (Guildleader)
Kiaras
Harriy
Naarman
Fayne
Darthalas
Levius (Armorer)
Perun (tho hardly ever online)
Holyangel
Zefaria
Samothrake

So this one is long, really long. I hope you can travel throught it for I think it's quite good ^^ enjoy.

Brief appendix

“My lord, would you like to have your dinner now or later if you are busy?” Question disappeared into the silence like a drop of water would disappear into a lake. William Shadespear, High Commander of the Order of the Black Rose, raised his glance from his desk and looked upon the one who had dared to interrupt his work. In different circumstances the man would have been dead, but it was too hard to find proper servants these days.

Instead he said coldly, murder in his eyes: “As I said to you earlier, Devoux, I don’t wish to be disturbed today… I have important matters to think about and an order to organize. So, if you would be kind and GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”. For a moment his anger burst into fiery rage, and he stood up fast as a snake. Devoux, experienced enough to know his master, hastily stepped out from the room and closed the door behind him. Calming himself down Shadespear slowly sat down. From an old habit he took a bottle of rum from the shelf, popped it open and swallowed. Smiling coldly he put the bottle back to it’s place, for such thing was unable to warm him anymore.

Lying back on his wooden chair he scanned the room again. Satisfaction filled his mind, for just mere months ago he had lived in a cave in Stranglethorn Vale, in a well furnished cave but still it was just a cave. Now he lived in one of the most wealthiest castle of Hillsbrad, and for that he could only thank himself. He had been an farmer in Tirisfall Glades before the coming of Scourge. He was killed and resurrected as an undead during the the third war. He had been mindless servant of the Lich King, but with cunning and sheer willpower he had managed to break the chains that bound him. He had travelled across the land for weeks, until he crossed paths with the forsaken. Ever since he had followed the lead of Sylvanas Windrunner.

Death had, however, changed him. He had ambitions, he had dreams. And in those dreams he ruled over Azeroth with an iron fist. He had began his work underground, gathering power and respect in the ranks of their new allies, the Horde. It had all leaded up to here, to this room. And still he was not satisfied, still he had long way to go until his ultimate goal would he his.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he turned towards the door ready to unleash his wrath upon the fool who dared to bother him. But it was not the unlucky Devoux who entered the room, but instead his most trusted lietnaunt.

“He is here,” Mijo said shortly.

“Well, call him in then, but not too hastily… We can’t allow him to think that we were waiting for him,” Shadespear answered, sitting back to his chair and checking his image from the mirror that was stationed next to the door.

“As you order, my lord,” Mijo said and grinned. Shivers ran across Shadespear’s back, he could never get used to Mijo’s grin. There was something devilish in that expression, as if she knew more than she told to him. But surely that was just imagination, for no-one could hide anything from him.

Soon after Mijo had left the room a human stepped into the room and literally filled the doorway. He was tall, and his muscular body was covered by shiny armor. He carried an mighty battle-hammer on his back. His only uncovered part was his head, and William could easily see why. The man was handsome, his long black hair landing to his back. He looked angrily upon Shadespear, hatred filling his eyes. William grinned.

“Ah, Commander Aluraian Stonehammer, it’s my honor to have you in here. Please, sit down,” Shadespear said and pointed towards the chair directly in front of his own. “Would you like to have a drink, or maybe something to eat? I hope your journey was pleasant.”

“I’m not drinking or eating any poison of your’s, undead scum,” Aluraian boomed, but sat down onto the chair. “I’m not here from my own will, so let’s make this quick.”

“Always in such a hurry, but I suppose it’s the nature of humankind. But as you wished to make this quick… Are the troops of the alliance on the move yet?” Shadespear asked.

“Not yet, gathering troops from all around the Kalimdor is hard and slow work. But in two weeks we are ready to march towards the borders on Ashenvale. How about your troops? Are they ready?” Aluraian answered, disgust filling his voice.

“Not yet, but soon. Two weeks is easily enough for me to rally our troops and bring them to Ashenvale. So, everything is going as planned then?”

“Yes… But always remember, scum, that we are not partners. I only do this for the greater good, we have to get rid off those fools who think siding with the Horde would be an good idea… Dealing with your kind is only a necessity.”

What a fool, Shadespear thought. He doesn’t want to deal with the Horde and here he is, talking to me, planning his own demise with me… Out loud he said: “Of course, commander. And now if you would kindly follow my servant. He will show you the way out of the castle.”

After the human had left, Shadespear lied back and let an evil expression to enter his face. All had gone as planned, the foolish Stonehammer had swallowed the bait. His dreams of conquest would soon be fulfilled.

“The legion reigns,” he quietly said and grinned.