Tonite us brave underachievers ventured forth into the perils of hellfire citadel ramparts. Alas Olaii could not join us this night, we missed his baldy head and hope you join us next time!

Huggie had a mage friend who joined in and all we needed was a Warrior or Pally. There were none, so maybe a bear druid could tank? there was not any of those either. In the end we got another hunter who was to scared to go in without a tank, in the end we persuaded him to have a go - so off we went!

We cleared down the first few mobs OK. The question of the day seemed to be "bottle? Moonkin or Bear?" After discussing the pr0's and cons, bottle was forced at wand point to be a bear, the plus being extra tanking, but the downside being less bamage and spending the next couple of hours looking at bear arse!

Things were going real smooth, no one had come close to being deaded and we were cutting throught the mobs with ease. there was a sense of real gayiety in the group, which was reflected with the much dancing among the dead bodies of the bad guys

The first boss was killed and dropped some nice hunter pants, which huggie already had so kindly allowed the other hunter to take them. The next boss was an evil demon thingy which dropped some sort of necklace thing so finally it was onto the last big bad boss, a flying dragon and his gang!

The hunter carefully explained his expert plan describing the tactics required and pointing out the danger moves and special powers of the boss. Naturally yours truely paid no attention to this what-so-ever, instead dedicating these vital moments to eating donuts and drinking fizzy drinks, high blood sugar levels would be crucial in the up coming fight.

The battle begin! we killed a couple of Orc things, no problem. Then the Orc flying on the dragon came down and got a good kicking too. Finally the dragon landed and began to blast hot fire all over the shop! first to die were alas the pets. Next was dear brave bottle, his bear bum getting singed. The random hunter bravely ran into tank and then died. Next it was my turn for a flamey death and finally the mage was toast. During this massacre somehow Huggie had escaped the attention of Mr Dragon and with his health at 3% our huntress popped an arrow right between the brutes eyes and that was the end of him!

One quick corpse run later and we were all back to life. Huggie got a nice belt and Bottle got a nice ring. We all agreed we had been an ace group and had had a smashing time.

Hurrah!