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for christmas i would like to see my two cusions come home from iraq. But since i doubt that will happen i would like to see My warrior get some epic T7 or a cool mount.
I'd love to see the Eye of Sulfuras under the tree. :-)
Earning enough game gold to pay back the loan my wife gave me so I could buy 50 mounts to get the albino drake :)
All my character wants for xmas is the power to give other players to get what they desire in the game.
My warrior wants all his reps to be exalted. Then he can get the mounts he wants and spend time doing dungeons not grinding rep.
I want a netherdrake!
I would sure like Vanish to work more than 50% of the time for christmas. :)But i would also like to get a rare mount, doesn't matter what one.
I want to see my baby!
Tirahna awoke in the Aldor Inn, not entirely sure how she ended up there.Ah yes...everyone else was fighting in Northrend, but she....had her own mission.She rolled out of bed and dressed quickly, surprised that the air was so chill. The inn stank of holiday spices and cider that had been spilled on the floor by some dwarf the night before. Tirahna couldn't understand the foul creature's babblings at the time, but he'd made a terrible mess of her boots before making some rude gestures common to his diminutive race. Given the situation, she'd decided he'd meant "pardon me but I'm about to make a terrible mess on your boots," or maybe it was "death to the horde!" Given the mating habits of dwarves and gryphons as discovered by Otho in the Hinterlands, it could have been "sorry lovey but you don't have feathers" ... not that Tirahna ever would consider fraternizing with a dwarf....She wanted a light breakfast, so Tirahna grabbed a small bowl of dig rat stew. She summoned her windrider and made a sport of flighing through the tight tunnel to Nagrand. Halaa was still safely under Horde control so she swung up and around the eastern mountains, aiming for the city again. As she flew over the wall she dipped down to take advantage of a fresh blooming mana thistle. Tossing the delicate purple flower into her backpack, Tirahna aimed for her target.That blasted goblin!Normally she considered the goblins a friendly if somewhat amoral race. The little green blighters would sell anything to anyone, including the alliance. Tirahna didn't like that, nor did she appreciate the bruisers enforcing "neutrality" around the docks of Booty Bay when she decided an ally needed to die. But if she needed something, the goblins could always get it ... for a price.But this goblin didn't seem to want to make a profit. This goblin was perfectly content to keep her hanging. She knew why. He needed workers and she was fast, discrete, and efficient. But Tirahna was one frostbite shell away from killing the little bugger and rifling his pockets rather than work out any sort of "equitable arrangement."The goblin's female was awake already, mumbling to herself and stirring a huge pot. "It'll be done when it's done!" she yelled at a tent in the back.The tent shook. A large ogre game bumbling out of it carrying a bloody axe. Tirahna didn't blink or unsheath her daggers. She smiled "What's that little green rat want today?" she yelled - somewhat slowly, pronouncing each word very carefully."He want bird. Big bird, " the ogre replied. Tirahna sighed.Skettis. She hated that place. She hated the birds and the smell and the feathers and screaming. She hated the cold long flight to the tips of the mountains. She really hated being sighted by Alliance guards on the way."Fine. Bird. Gotcha." she mumbled. But Tirahna had to wait. The ogre could be wrong about the mission. She had to see the Goblin."Good MORNING Tirahna!" a tiny annoying voice attempted to boom at her from the tent flap. "MY but you seem to be here VERY EARLY today!" She supposed the goblin addressing her was indicating his displeasure with the volume of her question earlier."Good MORNING 'The Rokk'" Tirahna responded in mockery, "MY but you seem to be agitated VERY EARLY today! .... Don't any of your people have grown up names?""Time is money, friend!" he replied "You know the drill, but I don't want a kaliri wing today. I want ...."Tirahna rolled her eyes waiting for him to complete his dramatic pause."MANA BERRIES!" the goblin said with a flourished wave of his hand. "Go use your ambassadorial status to get me some! ... er Please."Tirahna's hand had caressed her longbow at the goblin's disrespect of her title. Not many in the Horde had done enough for the various factions within it to be so highly exalted. It took a good deal of work, mostly in the form of bloody conflict. Tirahna tried to pull her mind away from the front lines she was avoiding, but Saurfang himself had ordered her to take some leave after the necessary but harsh destruction of Keristrasza so soon after restoring her memories.Without comment she mounted her wind rider and pointed him north - to Netherstorm. The flight was uneventful. The berry picking was boring. Tirahna's moth seemed very happy to be fluttering around his old homeland. He made rather short work of several transplanted lynx.No less than fifteen berries later, Tirahna was back in front of the Rokk, waiting impatiently while he inspected each and every berry for plumpness and purity. He knew what she wanted."Headed to Orgrimmar?" the Rokk asked - "new recipes and spices to be found there this time of year."Tirahna looked through the goblin to the bloody fields of Wintergrasp. "I don't have time for Winterveil. I was ordered to rest and I've done so. The Lich King isn't going to wait for us to drink cider and dance before he wipes some other city off the map."The Rokk looked upset. He fumbled in his packs a moment and then handed Tirahna a large box that smelled of meat. "Everyone needs at least a little cheer at Winterveil." He said uncharacteristically.Tirahna tossed the box into her pack and flew to the bank to store the meat. At the bottom of the box was a small scroll, with a large red ribbon on it. She opened it with shaking hands.Delicious chocolate cake! -- Finally! The Rokk had finally given up his most coveted recipe!Scrawled in goblin script at the edge of the scroll were the words "Happy Winterveil"Tirahna smiled ... and disabled the remote detonator on the seaforium charge she'd left attached to the Rokk's cookpot.