Tonight , a band of brave Garrisonians, "led" by some nub pink "tank", came to visit Illidan, armed with their secret weapon ........ a warlock!  After some hokey cokey , expertly choreographed by our big blue shaman friend, Illidan decided enough was enough , and flopped to the floor.  Unperturbed by the lack of loud explosions and fireworks , we took his loot and went off in search of Archimonde!

We entered the town hall of the Illidari council with the intention of going to have some strong words with the head honcho upstairs , only to be met by a gang of angry bureaucrats. 

Armed with tanks and hunters that heal, we danced around their fire and ice, stole their pants , and left them filling in our application for a bypass to Illidan in triplicate.  We ARE now prepared!

Okay , so she's not quite the Borg.  She's still big mean and nasty , and has frikken pew pew lazor beamz!  Mother Shahraz dropped like a herd of small off duty czechoslovakian traffic wardens tonight, equipping us with some pretty t6 shoulders, and opening the way to the office of Shadowmoon Valley District Council!

With Illidan firmly in our sights , and targetable, we cry ASSIMILATE THIS! 

"Gentlemen , when the enemy is committed to a mistake , we must not interrupt him too soon."  Wise words there from Admiral Nelson, who must have played in the beta!  After 2 nights of tries , involving some invaluable dance lessons from Phar, we now have another bosskill under our belts.  We followed up our kill with a visit to the newly nick-named "Mother Zarra" and his harem, whom we hope to murder and pillage in the near future!