I really dislike Futurama, but we finally got Putricide down on January 31st.

We finally killed Putricide on January 31st. I really hate Futurama. That is all.

We've been rather busy here at Fordragon's Reprise, but unfortunately your intrepid narrator's computer has suffered some losses. Namely my screenshot folder. Also a lot of lag/disconnects on bosses! Hence why there's at least several boss kill pictures missing here. We tromped our way through the first floor of the Citadel immediately, even taking on Saurfang quite handily. Our mages don't stop dying on Gunship, we have people running into ice gas, but we trudge on.

Plague and Blood Wings have proved to be trickier but our morale is high.

Change the colour palette on this and you'd have our Rotgut kill too.

Emboldened this week by both spirit...and spirits, Fordragon's Reprise battled once more into the Titan stronghold of Ulduar to vanquish both Freya and her three Guardians as well as the Iron Council once and for all. Much celebration and even more drinking was had as we prepare to plow deeper and faster than ever before.

In the immortal words of Deodan, "live harder than you've ever lived before." We will be taking this with us as we thoroughly penetrate all the way to the bottom of Ulduar's mysterious hardn---hardmodes and our drakes.

The two deadly beauties of Trial of the Grand Crusader. I think the dark one is prettier, natch.

If you get my drift. 

OR IS IT?
 

This Sunday, FR put the pedal to the metal and took down hardmode Northrend Beasts and two-shot Jaraxxus. We might have just barely managed the enrage timer, but isn't that what raiding is all about? BUYING THE WHOLE SEAT, BUT ONLY NEEDING THE EDGE!

The dripping fangs shows the actual level of difficulty we endured.

He's REALLY dead this time, promise! Look at that ghost. Trufax.

Powerful acidic content theoretically found inside the being Yogg-Saron would count for the liquefaction of Saronite. Submersion in this substance might be sufficient to rebind an alloy of titan origin.

And so we travelled deep into Yogg-Saron's lair, the shattered fragments of Val'anyr in hand, with only 3 Wardens to guide us. And Yogg'Saron let out a deafening roar, and Gradar hurled the fragments into the beast's fluttering maws. There was a wailing and a gnashing of teeth, and we only had three lights to guide us from insanity.

In the end, it was over. And it was silent. And in the miasma of the fallen god, there lay the shards, glowing with their own power. Calming. Serene. Gradar knelt and picked them up in his gauntleted hands, the light reflecting cooly against the metal of his armor. We knew what we had to do - bring the reforged shards to the dwarves in the Archivum.

Congrats to Gradar on his legendary mace, and congratulations to Fordragon's Reprise on their Three Lights kill! In true GoG tradition, we will be kicking Gradar out and having the mace take his raid slot now that we have a decent healer in his place.

And so our valiant Fordragon's Reprise were greeted by the highly anticipated 3.2 content patch and what a patch it has BEEN! We have been greeted by new sights, new enemies, and a brand new circle roo---arena to fight our foes in. Changes have been occurring all over the place and no one has been left unspared.

A true Fordragon's Reprise first, our hunters Amnarak and Morhanon have useful pets, finally.
 

Northrend Beasts were dispatched with some industrial vermin poison.

Thoroughly tuckered out, FR lays down in memory of Wilfred Fizzlebang, master summoner.

Since we have no shots of our Faction Champions kill, here's a picture of Verrod dancing in a gimp suit in front of Sartharion.

The Twin Val'kyr. Well the light one anyways. Sorry the image quality looks busted.

Anub'arak, I'm really happy for you, and I'mma let you finish but, Kael'thas had one of the best boss resurrections of all time.

Summer is often a time where raid teams lose focus but Fordragon's remains ever vigilant, ever focused on maintaining our presence in the titan citadel of Ulduar. Not even the trial of the Crusader, a mockery of gladiatorial combat on the footsteps of Arthas' stronghold, can sway us from our goal.

I can say personally that this was a much deserved victory, stormclouds be damned.

The giant mechanical beast was finally bested, despite the tower's best efforts to destroy us.

Thorim was awoke from his terrible nightmare. IN THE MOUNTAINS!

We are far from done, however. Fordragon's has been pushing forward even to the whims of the Argent Crusade, valiantly defeating the enemies being thrown at us so that we might prove ourselves ready to fight Arthas. Val'nyr is almost in our grasp, the Wardens shall all be defeated and Algalon will be forced back to the heavens!

The Crusaders of the Dragonflight (the raid formerly known as Bane of the Betrayer) continue on their mission. We originally came together to venture into the broken world Draenor, hunting down the Betrayer himself, Illidan, high atop the Black Temple, and ultimately defeating him.

We've now set out sights on frozen land of Northrend, lending aid to the Dragonflights with the threats across the great continent. We have also heeded the call by King Wrynn to head to the battle at Winterguard Keep and to enter the dread necropolis of Naxxramas and destroy Kel'Thuzad once and for all.

We have now joined the assault on the titan city of Ulduar, and are making great strides towards our confrontation with the Old God of Death, deep within in the depths of the ancient city.

We’ve finally broken through the outer defenses in the Siege leading up to the great entrance of Ulduar, and have defeated the guardians within the Antechamber.

We have also encountered Freya within the Conservatory of Life and freed her from the corruption of Yogg-Saron.

......to be continued.

There's things that impress me in this world. One of those things is how marshmallows can't be singly eaten. Another is the human spirit.

Third is our raid team. 

Our Yogg-Saron defeat came in no more than a couple raiding days, and schoolgirls everywhere sighed in relief. Our victory relied heavily on ancient Ulduar secrets such as "PRESS TEH BUTTAN HARDUR" and "healers staying alive." When it was all said and done, we felt a little wilder, a little more insane. (Well, except Nellenya, she's already titularly Insane.)

 
It's crazy to me that this last boss is palpably a new beginning to the instance, one of hardmodes and one hour spawn bosses that could decide the fate of our universe. So while Yogg Saron's door has closed, a window opened... uh...somewhere. I've never been good with stuff like this.  Either way, we were not content to just rest on our laurels and get drunk like other guilds after a finishing boss kill. What did we do? We partied with some iron dwarves and did Iron Council medium-mode:

Yogg-Saron being defeated means that now we here at Fordragon's Reprise are looking towards hard-modes. Good thing there's so MANY of them! Much in the spirit of our aggressive train-wreckers, we demolished Flame Leviathan with two towers:

My sincerest apologies for not posting sooner, faithful readers.

Fordragon's Reprise has been moving ever upwards in their quest to be molested by a tentacle monster. 

Mimiron proved to be a difficult challenge, due to rockets and insane healing demands, but with a little experimentation, I believe we all came out the better for it.

Fordragon's Reprise has been slowly winning the Titan Keepers to our side. Putting points in Diplomacy helps.

On Sunday, we finally harnessed the power of mojo and mastered the arena/tunnel dance and downed Thorim.

Fordragon's Reprise has continued their streak this reset of punching very large giants in the goolies.

 The Council of Iron was our first stop and after figuring out the whole "this circle is good, this circle is bad" thing and eventually getting my butt off the floor from being dead, we downed the bug dwarven trio! Proper respect goes to Adrine for having a dual-spec that includes 4 interrupts.

We found a really awesome backroom that will unveil more secrets of Ulduar as we progress further into the dungeon. Notice our stellar campfire positioning. We were really psyched to start Hodir, obviously.

After that, we did our second bout with Kologarn. This was not noteworthy with the exception of our very first [Fragment of Val'anyr]! The decision to give the shards and eventual mace was a raid-wide decision but ultimately rested on our healers. Thusly, with much gnashing and flailing and self-flagellation, Gradar dutifully accepted the first of many shards that will ultimately give him a bigger ego mace.

A good portion of our time on Sunday was spent just figuring out the pull to the next boss, Auriaya. I suspect someone in the dungeon design department of Blizzard has a fetish or perhaps loathing of team-building exercises ('99) and therefore wanted us to down the boss only using immolation trap, our wits and some pipe cleaners. Thankfully, we all managed to learn to trust eachother, get line of sight and downed Auriaya. She doesn't shave, by the way, as Nellenya found out.

Yet another screenshot where the boss isn't even in the picture. No one's going to believe us now, guys.

Grats to Adrine and Fellina for our first raid tier 8 chestpieces!