onorbound was formed to make the impossible possible. With strength in numbers, skill and teamwork one can accomplish the most daunting tasks. We strive to fight the burning legion, the
dragonflights, the creepy slithids, elemental gods and many more.
To be a member of honorbound you must have honor. We are no knights in shining armour protecting women nor are we famous for giving mercy to our foes. No, we bath in the blood of those that cross our way. Our honor lies in keeping our word, staying to the bitter end and never back down. [Forum][Raids][Rules][DKP]
Hail to the king!
Every complaint and every lament from the people living in the Keep all pointed to one person: The landlord, Kael'thas Sunstrider. His office was on the top floor, the penthouse of the building. Behind a huge oaken desk he sat and gloated over the misery that he constantly kept his residents in. We offered him to silently resign and to leave the house in our care but he refused. He called for his closest men and also sent some toy weapons to attack us but they were no threat for us. Fueled by the trust of the people living there we couldn't let them down and thus didn't get stopped by his weak resistance. As a last act of desperation, to escape from our wrath, he fiercely crashed through the large window behind his desk and solemnly fell to his death.
As we progressed further through the Tempest Keep Residence we got more and more complaints towards an odd lady, living alone with her cats and astrology charts.
Outside the corridor we could hear her shrill voice and when we entered her apartment it got even worse. This woman called Solarian just stood there in the middle of the room, constantly yelling and screaming and was throwing everything she could at us; cups, plates, flower pots, arcane missiles and who knows what. Eventually we succeded to avoid her flailing arms and wrestled her down to the floor.
The old lady is now put in a home for the elderly and the neighbours are so happy for the tranquility that now permeates the Keep.
Hints, tips and rumors of who's the brain behind the local resistance lead us through winding alleys and streets to the boutique 'Lady Vashj's Laundry'. When we kicked the door in, lots of child labour nagas inside started screaming and panicking as we fiercefully searched the locale after the old crone. There were no need to hush them since we left the cautiousness at the kicked-in door. This was no time for stealth - this was time for retaliation!
We didn't have to search for long. As we progressed through the building she suddenly appeared before us. With help from her loyal minions she put up a violent resistance, not accepting our dominance over the area. With no concern about collateral damage she spat poison all over the place, carelessly destroying clothes and inventory, making it hard to stand up without slipping in the corrosive ichor.
When all her goons were taken care of she yielded and announced our supremacy over the Serpentshrine Cavern. The town was finally ours!
When strolling around in our newly confiscated neighbourhood of fish mongrels and sailors we noticed four people harassing a lonely blind guy. We told the buggers to sod off and leave the poor bloke alone. And so they did.
But since the blind guy was, well... blind, he didn't see that his oppressors had already left so he started attacking us instead. "Boo hoo, I'm a spooky shadow. I will get my revenge by making you attack yourselves!"
He was kinda tragic actually and we almost felt pity for him when we beat him with his own blindmans' cane.
