Lost Cause: Naxxramas

After weeks of slaying the Scourge and Lich, the troupe, Savant, is turning towards the dwarf expedition to disable the gnomish mechanizations and Titanic beings. Falcon is most reverent to the stone figures. I don't see what the big deal is; the ones from the home world were bigger and the male ones looked better. After watching this Brann Bronzebeard sort through this pile of rubble, I never want to see another rock unless it's a polishing stone for my hooves. We managed to uncover a circular room with what seems to be temples for ancient Titanic lords. We walked through a hall adorned with ice. It was heavily guarded with Jormungars and few frost giants even, although how the hunters failed to see them astounds me. We battle the Watcher Hodir for many hours; and though both sides grew weary, his defeat is not yet eminent. We tactically retreated to the Argent Tournament to enjoy the games.

Highlord Fordring asked us to participate in the new arena against fierce creatures and we agreed immediately. The first match was a magnatuar with snobolds. You cannot have one without the other! Myze and I faced him off bravely while the rest of the group aided by our good friends Situs and Maa, wore him down. The next round was GIANT Jormungars. The poisons drove us back and we could not overcome the vileness. In fact, the illness from it is what allows me to take down my recollection of this event.