Carmen, formerly a resident of the Swamp of Sorrows, made quite a splash in Valhalas the other day when I stopped by to help a guildmate out. I suppose to the Vrykul, a defeat is a defeat, whether it came at the hands of another Vrykul or a monkey in a fez.
I begin to suspect that our guild rule is something like this: when all else fails, SHOOT FASTER. If necessary, run back from the graveyard, but SHOOT MOAR FASTER.
Warlock … or lolock?