Reapermonk and this priest are sitting on a hallowed ground.
Vibrant: “Where are we?”, Blindcelian looks over to Vibrant and whispers: “We’re in Ny’alotha!”.
Sminokin is surprised by the treasure he’s got from the kill.
Irya hungrily looks over to a half-eaten floating crisp.
Flamedead surprised by Dwreject’s and Soloras’ seasawing!
A rare sight is to behold: a man of culture and brutality withal!
The noble warrior; the ghastly spirit of former Arthas’ servant:
The knight of Death, the knight of doom
He brings the gloom to fallen kingdoms.
While playing music on his trusty
(A chipped away, quite rusty)
Guitar.
A haunting tune, a power strike
With hasty fingers soaked
In blood
Of those who dared to say:
“Not worthy!”.
The Jailer is no more, the dragons roar in the distance and invite to ride their backs into the unknown.
But… perhaps the vile mastermind will arise, will get new gear to give next week?!
Who knows.
He isn’t dead, just taking a nap.
Who’s a good boy? Gif him belly rubs!
Dziecho was our hero: using his small size he infiltrated the beast from within and punched through its guts!
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Irya looks hungrily at two wine-infused floating crisps.
Dwreject is taking a shower after such a smelly fight. Good idea!
Snookumz has opened his third eye. At his chest! 
Apparently we forgot to kill an add during the boss fight: look, there is an eredar called Residente!
Also Xantyr has summoned an imp. Impressive! That is an important improvement and an implementation of Xantyr’s impersonal imperative! 
Lustycow is looking through the list of his BiS gear comparing it with the treasures hidden in the belly of Kin’garoth.
Welcome back, Paravak of the Tongue 
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Rock solid!
The master of demonic arts
The one who used to play some darts
With demons on his side
A naughty smile aside
Beloved succubie.
His name is quite a paradox
To victims of his curses
The one who’s called Peridox
He’s gotten all the purses.
A jiggling fund is on his belt
A bag with soul shards
Demonic teeth and wolven pelt
He’s ready for the fights!
The Jailer is no more, the dragons roar in the distance and invite to ride their backs into the unknown.
But… perhaps the vile mastermind will arise, will get new gear to give next week?!
Who knows.
Welcome back, Paravak of the Tongue
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Rock solid!
The moose: “I’m not with them!”
Plot twist:
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N’Zoth hasn’t died, he embraced the body of the moose!
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Lorks feels the pull towards Arrakis, so soon the sleeper might be awakened and we’ll see the official trailer for Denis Villeneuve’s “Dune”.
“We must not fear N’Zoth. N’Zoth is the mind-killer. His tendrils are the little-death that bring total obliteration. But we will face him. We will permit his gaze to pass over us and through us. And when it has gone past we’ll shine the Heart of Azeroth to see its path. Where his gaze has gone there will be nothing. Only us, champions of Azeorth will remain.”
Frank Herbert, “Dune of N’Zoth”.
Nether Ray looks extremely confident.
And Residente is being blessed by the floating holy crisp!
