Elizabeth Wachowski

Submitter Morn has heard good things about the entheogenic properties of fel smoke.

"Last night I got my reputation with the Hand of the Prophet up high enough to be able to buy their cosmetic toybox item Karabor Councilor's Attire," writes submitter Paladave of Clan Wilkes on Garona (US-A). "I wasn't expecting to like the outfit as much as I do. In fact, with the nice circlet headgear, I actually felt more kingly than councilorly. That gave me the idea to stop by Varian's place and see how I measured up."

Submitter Zchatten of Drakkari (US-H) regretted her choice in bodyguards after she ended up trapped in an infinitely empty dimension with the rotting corpse of Vivianne.

"It seems that everyone is destined to lose one of their first transports from their shipyard." notes submitter Ash.

'I laugh at your puny attempts to defeat me,' says Ahune. 'You melted the Ice Stone. I set my minions upon you. I fling your bodies into the air.' Um ... yeah ... about that.

"My husband and I came across some off duty dwarves in Lion's Watch who were playing Hearthstone in a room with a view," writes submitter Eluva of Got Girls on Proudmoore (US-A).

"CRO THREADSTONG!!! SHOW YOURSELF!! YOU WANT WAR? I BRING WAR!!!!" I heard those words, more like a loud, creaking, groaning sound echo throughout my garrison, followed by thundering footsteps that shook the sturdy buildings within the walls. It didn't take long to find the source of the frightening sounds. It was ... The Fruit Vendor.

"So I was wondering which bright spark had put the torches just above the dynamite where any stray ... bright spark might cause an explosion," writes submitter Cuddlekins of Doomhammer (EU-A). "I asked Delvar whether we should call OSHA, but he suggested that his 'having a word' would be a more effective solution. My ghoul, Rotravager, did say that at least the torches meant we would be able to see the explosion. I suppose being revived from the dead doesn't do much for your mental faculties."

Today's submitter writes, "When I went to greet the newest member of my guild, we were both quite surprised and disturbed to discover that we had more in common than race, class and specialization." After recovering from their initial shock, Ashoká and Pallaas of The Endless Shadows on Wyrmrest Accord (US-A) had some frank conversations with their respective mothers, and learned about the charismatic young draenei paladin who frequented the bars of Argus so many years ago. They hadn't only gained a guildmate ... they'd found a brother.

After the events of the past few days, you might feel a little bit rainbowed out. If so, I sympathize -- with a toddler who is constantly yelling "RED ORANGE YELLOW GREEN BLUE IN-DEE-GO VI-LET" in the house, I've been getting a headache every time I check Facebook. But submitter Arugadh of Deep Forest Caravan on Wyrmrest Accord (US-A) isn't suffering from chromatic fatigue quite yet, and she used a trinket to express her joy. Well ... maybe I could stand a few more rainbows. But I draw the line at gnomes with pink pigtails. No more!