The forays are quite interesting, indeed. It is clear that the Legion is planning no less than a full assault, using this dimension as a staging point, yes. But why it is that they care so much about this strange pocket of time eludes us as yet, indeed.
Meanwhile, the foes taunt us, and throw bombs at us, and summon hideous fel beasts, indeed. But we progress past them, yes. The expedition goes well, yes. Last night we encountered Gorefiend, yes. And he seems to have let himself go — quite far, indeed. Strange transformation, indeed. Looks painful. Regardless, with some difficulty, he was dispatched, indeed.
And yet — and yet — something darker stirs within, ahead, and all the archmage’s portals glitter ever so much more dangerously, yes.
There is a word that describes my feelings about what we must face next, yes. I have a hard time remembering the name of that emotion, indeed. What was it again?
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Ah, yes, I have it: Fear. How unusual a feeling, yes.
((When 6.2 was released, we launched into heroics the first raid night, and downed the first two, but then saw that we’d be hitting a wall. We instead decided we would prioritize normal mode for a few weeks, and now many of us have class trinkets, legendary rings, four piece Tier 18 bonuses, and last night we returned to heroic modes in Hellfire Ciitadel. We had a fantastic four hours, downing the first six bosses. Note that we have yet to tackle Archimonde on Normal mode. The other good news is that we have enough raiders to fill a Mythic roster, so that may be our next step if we advance through Heroics sufficiently quickly and there is time before the next expansion.))