The Warlocks Den - WoW Warlock Discussions

It's been a little while since the last update on my Ickle Gnome Lock, and although he still only has the one Honour Kill under his belt - things are starting to come along at a nice pace. Might as well explain...

The last time I evaluated my Gnome ( please get that dirty mind of yours out of here, Kids read this blog ), Perri was having difficulty in moving about. 11 levels later and not too much has changed with regards to moving, perhaps this is because of the nature of PvE versus...

Perri sat there, watching the Blood Elf and his summoned Voidwalker. The litter of corpses around the Elf's feet had little effect upon the Gnome, Perri had been watching the Horde Warlock for the better part of ten minutes, analysing, waiting.... knowing...

Why the Blood Elf didn't heed the stationary Gnome, no body knows. An initial pause was all that greeted Perri when he first stumbled on the Horde Warlock, and a continuing of whatever he was doing, as if the Gnome did not exist....

Perri looked dutifully at the at the gold that the Inn Keeper handed over, his bags somewhat lighter than a few moments ago. The hand full of coins looked pitiful compared to the pile of gear that the Inn Keeper had, but that was always the way when trying to cash in on a run. The Gnome didn't trust those Goblins, but again, he doubted that they trusted him. Still, his robes needed a few stitches in them and the gold in his hand would pay for his repairs and the slap up meal his mouth was already...

<Read in a deep dramatic voice, akin to those of yesteryear serials and "The Clone Wars">

Following his many defeats at the hands of Horde, Perri has sort wisdom from those far superior in the Dark Arts than himself. Through training and self discipline, the Gnome begins to understand his gifts better...

Meanwhile, the battleground is being decided and the call to arms has been heard throughout the Alliance. From all corners and all races, the need to prove

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Perri slowly stood up, dropping his cheese board and mug of wine onto the grass below him. He could not believe what had been handed to him by the Gods, an Orc Warlock - alone and running. The smile couldn't be contained anymore, in fact it turned into that sort of laugh reserved for professionals with the title, "Mad Doctor".

"Come to me, you blue fiend...!", Perri screamed as he commanded his voidwalker, but the initiative was slipping, not only had the Orc realised...