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    Curse Gaming - Home of one of the most comprehensive WoW addon libaries."

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    Zero Advance Tactics: What it means and why it makes Converge unique!
    Converge is a 25-man raiding guild that, quite uniquely, chooses not to research the strategies and tactics published by other guilds and websites before beating a fight by ourselves.

    That way, we get to see all the cool new things each fight has to offer with fresh eyes instead of having all the interesting surprises spoiled for us and the satisfaction of knowing that each new boss kill was 100% "all our own work".

    Find out more details about this defining feature of the guild on our dedicated Zero Advance Tactics webpage.


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    The Return - Part II
    Saturday 14th August, 2010.


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    -- THE RETURN - Conclusion --

    Epidemic watched creatures spill from the corridor, a howling mass of teeth and claws and hate made flesh that surged towards him. They were too fast and too alien for him to tell what he faced for sure, though he hazarded a guess they were some form of lesser demon. The world slowed; he felt his breath quicken and armour press reassuringly on a frame strengthened by countless battles. He was immovable, a being who gloried in his hard-won prowess. Let them come, he thought, let them test their strength against mine. A fierce grin spread across the death knight’s face. Epidemic tightened his grip on his sword and roared once more in joyful defiance as the mass of demons approached.

    Broliant slid through the night on silent feet, a ripple in the darkness. Circling the portal he watched the pack of demons surround Epidemic. As the death knight disappeared beneath the stinking mass of bodies, he forced himself to relax. While Epidemic’s might lay in muscle and plate, loud even against a battlefield’s din, Broliant’s deadly presence was only a whisper to those he fought. He waited patiently as Epidemic’s sword rose and fell, steadily drinking its fill, turning the creatures’ shrieks of hunger to yelps of rage. Seconds later, daggers held lightly in calloused hands, Broliant left the shadows and moved towards the battle.

    Zmall forced himself to stillness. Spells designed to bring pain and destruction drifted past his mind’s eye. How easy it would be to summon death now, set loose the dark powers that were his to command. But first the vile creatures’ attentions had to be firmly on Epidemic. The warlock felt his hands tighten into fists, sweat trickled down his forehead and he dearly wished for another watery ale from Ulf’s grubby cellar. Finally he saw Broliant appear, dart forward and neatly eviscerate a large demon from behind. With a smile he unclenched his hands and let the spells come.

    Xen heard Zmall whispering beside him, though his attentions were focused on Epidemic, who stood at the heart of the deadly storm. He summoned more healing magic and sent it flowing into the plate-clad form he could barely see. At his command, he felt bones close to being shattered strengthen, and torn flesh mend. Xen knew that, seconds later, his work would begin again. If his bark would have allowed it, the druid would have frowned. As the others joined the fray, Xen knew things were about to become more difficult.

    Epidemic grunted as he parried the blow of a particularly large, yellow demon, in the process shearing through claws long enough to decapitate a grown man. The creature reared back, eyes alight with pain and fury; the death knight smashed it in its twisted face with a gauntleted hand, shattering jagged teeth and sending the beast to the cobbles. Another surge of healing energy coursed through his body, Epidemic silently thanked Xen as he crushed the yellow demon’s skull beneath one steel-clad boot. They had been hard-pressed to begin with, but after just a few minutes’ fighting the creatures’ numbers were greatly thinned. From the corner of one eye, he saw a familiar flicker of movement just before a red demon crumpled in a shower of blood; Broliant continued his graceful, deadly dance. To his left, a demon burst into flames and crumpled, it’s shrieks cutting off as if someone had thrown a switch; Zmall was clearly enjoying himself too.

    Only three demons remained. Wary, they skittered away from the glowing sword that had just claimed so many of their kind, back towards the portal from which they had come moments before, pushing past the hideous corpses of their kin, littered like so much fleshy firewood. Still standing beside Xen, Zmall gestured; a ball of black fire sped from the tips of his fingers and engulfed the largest of the three. As it howled and collapsed, the last two turned and fled, claws scrabbling for purchase on the blood-slicked street. Before they could take more than a few steps, their heads seemed to leap from their shoulders. Broliant shimmered into view as they thunked wetly onto the cobbles. He casually flicked black blood from his daggers before sheathing them and joining the others. Epidemic stood in their midst, breathing hard but otherwise unharmed.

    "Well," said Broliant, smiling grimly. "That was fun." Before anyone could reply a howl thundered from deep within the corridor.

    "My form has been prepared!" rumbled a deep voice.

    "Form?" squeaked Zmall.

    "That doesn't sound good," added Xen.

    "Maybe he means immigration form," said the warlock hopefully, glancing around.

    "Zogar the Traveller returns," proclaimed the voice loudly. "The blackest of dooms races to greet you!"

    "Black’s sooo last season," said a dry voice behind them. The group spun around as Van and Banasea emerged from a side street accompanied by a pretty dwarf female. Van had changed into a dashing gold and silver helm set off by a long purple feather. Being bright red, his breastplate clashed somewhat with the overall ensemble, but that didn’t matter to the paladin as he frequently told anyone who would listen, red was coming back. Big time.

    "Ah, gentlemen, Rosika," said Broliant by way of greeting. "Glad you could make it. Things are about to get interesting." He quickly filled them in on recent events. As he did so, the wind picked up, carrying with it the stink of death and decay.

    "So Zhiva’s here, eh?" snorted Bana, stringing his bow. "I know one mage who’d love to know that." Despite recovering from a three day drinking binge the tall hunter’s hands were steady as they worked.

    "Unfortunately Professor Badlimp’s away on… a rather special errand," said Broliant, unsheathing his daggers once again. Another gust of wind tugged at the group, this one stronger.

    "I hunger!" roared the voice, seeming to come from everywhere.

    "It’s here," whispered Xen. The wind picked up once more, powerful, insistent as it pulled at anything not nailed to the ground. Van’s flamboyant purple feather whipped off to disappear into the darkness. It was quickly joined by a variety of plant pots, chunks of rubbish and Mrs. Butterworth’s tabby cat, Cyril, who could only be described as looking rather surprised as he shot by, narrowly missing Bana. At a signal from Broliant the group readied itself; Epidemic strode with some difficulty to the middle of the street once more and stood before the pulsing gateway.

    "You all know your roles," shouted Broliant over the rising noise. Everyone nodded.

    "Where is the creature?" asked Rosika, rolling up her robe’s sleeves and moving to stand beside Xen. A particularly strong blast of wind buffeted the group, they fought to stay upright. Blinking back tears, Broliant was about to shout some form of encouragement, when the wind abruptly stopped and, with a final hiss, the gateway faded from view, leaving the way to the mansion’s courtyard open.

    "That’s never good," said Bana, pulling an arrow from his quiver and notching it in one smooth motion.

    "Ooo! I know what it is," said Zmall in a slightly strangled voice.

    "Do tell," whispered Xen. "We don’t have much time." As the druid spoke, one of the demon corpses twitched and rolled over, its glazed eyes stared blankly at the group. Seconds later, a distant severed arm trembled and began to slide slowly across the cobbles. Suddenly the shadowy street seemed to come alive as corpses began to slither towards one another as if pulled by invisible hands.

    "I’m not liking the look of this," said Bana.

    "Zmall," said Broliant quietly. "In your own time." The tiny warlock shuddered, unable to take his eyes from the horrifying scene playing out in front of him.

    "If I’m right," he said. "Zhiva has somehow summoned an Azerothian Mortis Demon; very rare, very powerful, almost impossible to kill." He pointed to the body parts that were already clustered in the middle of the street. "They can only enter our realm if other, typically lesser, demons prepare the way."

    "Prepare the way?" said Rosika, growing pale.

    "Well, die violently. Then our new friend can fuse their corpses into a suitable vessel."

    "Vessel? Like a ship?" said Bana.

    "I’m pretty sure Zmall means hideous, unstoppable killing machine," said Van.

    "Well vessel can mean ship," sniffed Bana.

    The body parts seemed to be melting, fusing together and growing.

    "Let’s take it down now," said Epidemic over his shoulder as the mass shifted and grew some more. "While it’s forming!"

    "No!" said Zmall. "Attacking now would only irritate it. Only one thing can destroy such a demon!"

    "Care to enlighten us?" asked Broliant, a dangerous gleam in his eye. He hated being kept waiting for answers, especially when death rushed to greet them.

    "I’m trying to remember!" squeaked Zmall. "I read about them ages ago!" The gnome’s face scrunched in terrible concentration, he jumped up and down, clearly enraged by his inability to remember this most vital of facts. The effect would have been funny if it hadn’t been for the towering mass of slick, purple flesh that now swayed in front of the group. Easily twelve feet high, in the last few seconds it had started to take on a noticeably more humanoid shape.

    Bana frowned, drew back his bow and loosed an arrow. It landed in what would soon be the demon’s head with an audible thud, snapping it backwards. A hideous gash appeared in the rounded mass and a high-pitched shriek split the night air.

    "Bana!" snapped Broliant. "You’re not helping." The elf drew another arrow, notched it and grinned.

    "Worth a go, eh?" Before anyone could reply Zmall let out a yelp of triumph.

    "I remember!" he said, grabbing Broliant’s sleeve. Then his face fell.

    "That’s nice," said the rogue waspishly as the small warlock let his hand drop.

    "A Keshian Dream Crystal," Zmall said weakly. Before them, the demon had finished its transformation. Made of fused body parts, it was a hideous sight to behold as it stood in the street, eyes shut, breathing deeply. Slowly it reached up a misshapen hand, grasped the arrow still lodged in its forehead and yanked it out.

    "So," began Van, trying to keep his voice steady as he watched the massive demon examining Bana’s arrow, which suddenly looked a lot like a silly splinter of wood, "anyone got one of these dream crystal doodads on them?"

    "Many claim the crystals are mere myth," whispered Xen.

    "They are said to have formed in the legendary Whispering Caves of Kaz," added Rosika. "At a time when even the Titans were young."

    "Forged from the tears of the old gods, they are among the most potent forms of pure good," finished Zmall, with a hint of distaste. For a moment, no one spoke.

    "So that’s a no then?" said Van, lowering his visor into place. "This is going to get messy and I only just cleaned this outfit." The demon turned to the group, cocking its massive head as if to listen to something. Red glowing eyes squinted in a gaze of pure malevolence and its chest rippled as if the muscles within sought release from their new form.

    "Where are the City Watch?" asked Zmall.

    "They’d be as much use as a fart in a hurricane," snorted Bana, drawing a bead on the demon again.

    "They’d rouse the Dalaran mages, who might have been able to do something about all this."

    "Even without one of those fancy crystals?"

    "Enough chatter," whispered Broliant. "Let’s see if we can buy ourselves a few minutes’ thinking time. Spread out." But as they all moved to obey, the demon spoke a word that not even Zmall understood. A feeling of defeat swept across them all. Fleeting images of dark places flitted through their minds, tinged with an emotion that could only be described as pure sadness. The creature rumbled a second word and chains of ice snapped into being around everyone’s legs, fastening them securely in place.

    "Aww, game over man!" wailed Van. The demon roared, lowered its head and charged down the street towards them. Clawed feet spat chunks of stone as it powered past shop fronts and brightly coloured front doors, closing in on the group with incredible speed. It paid barely any attention to the hasty spells and traps thrown in its path. Within seconds it was only a few meters from a helpless Rosika, reaching for her small form.

    Suddenly a thick beam of pure white light erupted from the night sky and struck the demon full in the chest. With a howl of pain it flew into the side of a warehouse, missing the priest by inches, to disappeared in a shower of bricks and dust.

    "Mass dispel, Rossi," said a gruff voice above them. Shaking her head to clear it, the dwarf priest began the short spell to free them. From deep within the building came a roar of pure fury.

    The demon sprang from the jagged hole flickering eyes searching the sky. Its chest was almost completely torn apart, but that didn’t seem to slow it down. It opened its mouth but before it could make a sound another an even brighter beam of white light speared the darkness to strike the creature again, this time in the face.

    "That’s quite enough spell casting from you, ugly" said the voice. The light grew in intensity, engulfing the demon that now writhed in silent agony. Nearby, Rosika finished her incantation and the chains vanished.

    "Part of the mortis demon’s mojo," said the voice casually. "Its spells normally can’t be dispelled, unless it’s in the process of being destroyed of course. That tends to rather distract it."

    The huge, almost blinding figure was now kneeling in the rubble, struggling in vain to stand. A few seconds later the beam flickered out and the demon toppled over. When it struck the ground, it shattered into tiny shards of light that spun off into the darkness.

    "Well, that was pretty," said the voice.

    "Hairy!" boomed Epidemic as they all watched a small gnome drift down and settle gently onto the street. He was dressed in long orange robes with gold piping that, even by his standards, looked odd. Clutched in his hand was what looked like a tiny star that was already starting to dim. Hairy shoved it unceremoniously into a pocket.

    "Got your message, B" he said, walking over to the group.

    "Impeccable timing, Professor," said Broliant, surveying the wreckage of the street. In the distance, a few high-pitched warbles could be heard.

    "The Night Watch finally woke up then," said Van.

    "They’ll blame us for all the mess," squeaked Zmall.

    "We’ll have time to catch up later, let’s push on," said Broliant, eyeing the courtyard that had, until a few moments ago, been hidden by the demonic portal.

    "Zhiva’s here," said Bana. Hairy’s eyes lit with an evil gleam.

    "So the demon was her doing? Bit above her pay grade. Let’s go say hello." They moved quickly into the courtyard, aware that the Night Watch were moments away from arriving and were not likely to believe the destruction wrought upon the street had been due to a rogue mortis demon. Hairy turned back to the street, muttering and pointing to the missing gate and damaged cobbles. The scene shimmered and suddenly a newly painted gate appeared, looking for all the world that it had been there for years.

    "That should keep their little brains occupied long enough," he said, turning back to the group. The courtyard was large, opulent and bordered by lush gardens that stretched off in the dim moonlight. In front of them stood an ornate white mansion that loudly proclaimed its owner was both rich and seriously lacking in taste. All the large windows were dark.

    "Think we should, er, knock on the front door?" said Rosika.

    "I’ve got a better idea," said Hairy.

    "Is it in any way remotely subtle?" asked Broliant. Hairy grinned at the rogue.

    "Thought not. Move back everyone."

    "Onto the grass," grunted the small mage. They did as they were instructed. Hairy pointed to the sky, spoke a few words then pointed to the ground and fell silent, lost in the intricacies of his spell. On the other side of the illusionary gate a man’s voice rose, sounding confused.

    "I don’t geddit, Dacker. Where’d all this smelly paint come from?!"

    "Dunno, stinks like your wife’s cookin’ though, eh?!"

    "Watch it, you! If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it were blood, but…" The voice cut off as a shudder shook the street.

    "Wha’ was that?!"

    In the courtyard the group watched as Hairy held out his hands, palms facing down. The cobbles around his seemed to be vibrating, loosening themselves. Rosika waved a hand and shields popped into place around everyone but Hairy. The gnome mage swiveled his hands so his palms face upward. At first nothing happened, then, one by one cobble stones pulled free of the ground to float a few feet in the air. Soon he was surrounded by hundreds of hovering square stones. As the shuddering subsided two men dressed in Night Watch uniforms stumbled through the gate looking thoroughly confused.

    "Well I’ll be, Norris, the gate ain’t real!" the larger of the two exclaimed, waving a rusty pike back and forth through the illusion several times.

    "Who are they, Dacker?!" blurted Norris, pointing at the Broliant and the others. Dacker turned, but before he could say anything, Hairy gestured towards the mansion. At his silent command, the cobbles shot towards it. windows shattered, walls were smashed and expensive-looking statues were remodeled under in the thick hail of missiles. Several cobbles bounced off something invisible near the top floor balcony. Hairy smiled grimly and pointed towards the spot. A fresh hail of cobbles peppered the balcony, smashing off the barrier. Zhiva shimmered into view, her face contorted in a mask of concentration as she tried to maintain the shield. But seconds later it collapsed and she fell to the ground, landing unceremoniously in a patch of rose bushes. Hairy gestured, ending the spell as Broliant strode towards the prone figure. As he approached, Zhiva's eyes snapped open and she sat up, pulling twigs from her frizzy hair.

    "Now, Zhiva," said Broliant in a low purr. "I do believe you mentioned shinies."



    28 Minutes Later…



    The Night Watch prison cart jumped and shuddered over the Dalaran cobbles. It was still early, but already the smell of that morning’s bread baking slipped through the stubby window bars. Manacled in the back with the others Broliant looked from face to face. He saw his extended family, people he had stood beside in countless battles against impossible odds and always prevailed. Questioning Zhiva had not gone as smoothly as anticipated, he had not dreamed her client was the Lich King himself. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice Rosika’s scrutiny.

    "At least we know Sabi and Indil are fine," she said gently.

    "If you call being on an all-you-can eat tour of the Blood Prince’s muffin factories ‘fine’" snorted Van.

    "There’s definitely something evil about that," squeaked Zmall. "I just can’t put my finger on it."

    "You couldn’t have known the whole thing was a trap…" began Bana.

    "An evil trap!" interrupted Zmall.

    "Whatever. Sabi, Indil, the fake club, guild messenger and big ugly demon fella, all there just to take us down."

    "Sort of a compliment really," said Xen, now back in his normal form. Bana frowned.

    "Did you believe Zhiva when she said the Lich King wanted to take us out before we took him down?" Broliant nodded.

    "I do. We were making steady progress towards ridding the land of his presence."

    "Their plan was about to work too," said Van, turning to look at Hairy who up until this point had been sitting quietly in the corner, snoozing. "If Captain Orange over there hadn’t miraculously shown up in the nick of time with that crystal we’d have been demon food."

    "I’ve known for a few months that someone meant to do us harm," said Broliant. "I’m not without eyes and ears outside the guild. I sent our Hairy on a special mission two months ago to find out more information and, if possible, a means to counter it."

    "I managed to uncover parts of the plan," continued Hairy, opening his eyes and stretching. "But not the whole picture. I knew someone was going summon a pretty nasty demon and set it on you. But which one?" Zmall nodded sagely.

    "They’re very different," he squeaked. "Need careful handling, special banishments."

    "Exactly," said Hairy. "So I thought to myself, ‘is there something that’ll kick any demon’s arse?’"

    "And you found out about the Keshian Dream Crystals," said Broliant. "Bravo."

    "Yeah, spent three weeks dressed as a member of the Sleeping Monk Order just so I could, er… borrow one. I got B’s message telling him where you were going just as I was, er… exiting the Dream Temple, so I could teleport straight here and start blasting."

    "Up to that point, barring the mess, good plan," boomed Epidemic. "No one could have known Zhiva gave us all that information to buy her enough time for the Lich King to open a portal she could escape through."

    "Or that the blast wave it made would kill that poor Night Watchman," added Rosika. "What was his name again?"

    "Norris," said Xen. "His friend, Dacker was shouting it enough after the explosion. Don’t forget he was the one who pointed the finger at us when half of Dalaran’s Night Watch showed up two seconds later, along with enough mages for a magic convention."

    "Yes, that was rather unfortunate timing," sighed Broliant.

    "What are we going to do?" asked Rosika. "In just a few short hours we’ve been branded criminals and discovered the Lich King himself wants us dead!"

    "Not a bad night’s work in my book," said Van, trying in vain to wipe his breastplate clean. "And don’t say ‘an evil night’s work’ Zmall," he added absently. The gnome warlock closed his mouth, looking slightly guilty.

    "Simple," said Broliant. "We’re going to break out, clear our names and take down the stinky Lich King."

    "Sounds good," said Bana as smiles spread around the group. Broliant grinned.

    "I love it when a raid plan comes together."

    Ten months ago, a crack guild unit was sent to prison by a Dalaran Court for a crime they didn't commit. They promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Azerothian underground. Today, still wanted by the authorities, they survive as raiders of fortune. If you have a problem boss, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...

    The C-Team.


    Report posted by: Álith.


    First Kill of Halion (10)!
    Monday 12th July, 2010.


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    Right after enjoying the conclusion to the FIFA World Cup competition the previous night, our mini-team popped into the recently opened Ruby Sanctum and tackled the singlular boss within, Halion.

    A few previous attempts had been made but this night was the charm with a calm easy passage to a new FBK achieved under the usual auspices of our 'ZAT' approach.

    Congratulations to those in attendance for this achievement made whilst we all had fun. Here's to the proper 25-player version of it to come!


    Report posted by: Broliant.


    Heroic Guildular Action Abounds!
    Sunday 13th June, 2010.


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    -- THE RETURN - PART 1 --

    The common room of The Rusty Dagger Inn had seen better days. Worn, cracked tables and chairs dotted the stained stone floor, among which a bored-looking barmaid floated, deftly avoiding clumsy attempts made by patrons to grab her sizeable arse.

    It was late and few remained to brave the watery ale and sour glances of Ulf, the inn's owner. Said by some to be half- kobold (a rumour he hotly denied) his ratty features seemed set into a perpetual sneer. The Dagger had a reputation for being a place one could conduct business as shady as Ulf was ugly which was precisely the reason Professor Broliant sat in a corner with several of his most trusted lieutenants. Trying rather unsuccessfully to look inconspicuous, Epidemic shifted his hulking form trying to get more comfortable. The tiny stool he sat on creaked loudly.

    "Did you have to wear all your top tier set?" grumbled Van, sniffing his mug suspiciously. "There's not going to be any trouble and frankly you stink like a steel foundry."

    "An evil steel foundry," piped up Zmall, his tiny eyes peeking over the rim of the table. The gnome belched quietly and grinned at the four empty mugs arrayed in front of him. Epidemic's helmet swivelled to look at the handsome paladin, who wore an elaborate, orange velvet hose set off by black satin breeches.

    "If I'd have known you were going to take four hours getting ready, I'd have come casual," he boomed. Van's eyes darted around the room, nervously.

    "Dude, can't you whisper?"

    "I am whispering!"

    Van brushed at an imaginary speck on his shoulder and tried to look butch. Broliant raised a hand and the pair fell silent.

    "Stealth, I think we can agree, is not high up our most excellent death knight's skill set," he said, smiling slightly. He looked intently at the door. "Now," he said, almost to himself. "Our guest has arrived." Everyone turned to get a better view.

    "I'm waiting, B," boomed Epidemic after a few seconds.

    "Yes, thank you. I'm aware of that," said Broliant quietly, his attention elsewhere. "If my calculations are correct, our sour-faced host will need a new door," he raised a finger and closed his eyes. "Now."

    The oak door exploded inwards in a shower of splinters and a battered-looking goblin landed in front of the group. The bar fell silent. Suddenly there was a commotion as the few remaining patrons hurried out, several making loud comments about the hour. The goblin got unsteadily to his feet, brushed himself off and looked around, clearly desperate for a way out. Dressed in a traditional messenger's guild uniform, he looked very much like an oversized angry green baby. Despite his journey through The Rusty Dagger's door, he was relatively unscathed.

    "Who, or what, is that?" Epidemic boomed, standing. At his loud clanking the goblin seemed to notice the odd group for the first time and red, shifty eyes widened as they travelled up the death knight's heavily armoured form.

    "Gutburp," replied a quiet voice from the doorway. Xen emerged from the gloom, he didn't look happy.

    "So that's where you've been," said Van. "Getting this fella." Xen nodded and moved to stand behind the messenger.

    "Indeed, Van," replied Broliant, looking at the goblin intently. "I asked Xen to track down the creature who delivered a package to our guild last week."

    "This got something to do with Sabi and Indil?" asked Zmall. The pair had recently gone missing, though no one knew if they'd been kidnapped or left of their own free will. No note had been left and no sign of a struggle marked their passage.

    "This little fellow delivered our esteemed guildies a package last week," said the rogue. "I asked Xen to locate him, given our druid here can do things a little more quietly than most." His gaze flicked to Epidemic before returning to the messenger.

    "This is kidnapping," growled Gutburp, who seemed to have found his voice. "You're all going to be in a lot of trouble when my masters find out!"

    "Big deal," said Van, handing Zmall his ale. Gutburp looked ready to launch into an angry response when Broliant's hand blurred. There was a loud thunk and, as if by magic, a large steel dagger appeared, quivering between the goblin's feet. Gutburp's mouth snapped shut.

    "What my well-groomed companion means to say," began Broliant, his gaze hardening. "Is that it will be hard to complain about anything if your head has been removed from your body."

    "Painfully!? boomed Epidemic in his hollow voice.

    "That goes without saying," snorted Van.

    "Just thought I'd mention it," replied the death knight, sounding faintly hurt. Gutburp gulped loudly.

    "Or I could swallow his soul," squeaked Zmall, taking a swig of Van's ale. "Much less messy." Broliant smiled coldly at the goblin.

    "Now," he said softly. "Where were we?"

    "I w-was about to tell you everything I know s-so you don't let your friends remove my h-head from my shoulders," stammered Gutburp, shifting nervously from foot to foot. "Or eat my soul," he added weakly. "Indeed!" beamed the Guild Master.

    Ten minutes later a relieved Gutburp scuttled out the shattered front door and left the group to ponder what they had learned.

    "Think he'll talk to his masters about our little chat?" said Epidemic. Broliant shook his head, deep in thought.

    "No, he'd get in too much trouble. If we move quickly our quarry won't know we're coming."

    Van sipped daintily at a mug of tea brought over by Ulf moments before. The landlord's nervous fury at the destruction wrought upon his front door had been quenched by the small sack of coins Broliant had passed over, along with assurances Xen would not frequent the bar ever again. Zmall pushed away his fifth mug of ale and frowned.

    "So we now know Sabi and Indil were sent a two-way scrying stone as part of their Blood Prince Fan Club welcome pack," he squeaked.

    "We also know it was sent by a third party," added Epidemic.

    "A shadowy third party," qualified Zmall. "Scrying stones are expensive, not part of the normal fan welcome pack."

    "Our little green friend gave us an address in Dalaran," said Broliant, standing. "We shall pay Sabi and Indil's mysterious benefactor a visit."

    "As long as there'll be extreme violence involved, happy to come along," rumbled Epidemic.

    "Before we go, Professor B," squeaked Zmall, hopping off his stool and swaying slightly.

    "Yes?" replied Broliant.

    "How did you know exactly when the goblin was going to come through the door?"

    "Good question," said Van, putting down his half-finished tea.

    "Simple deduction," said Broliant, looking a little smug.

    "Pray, enlighten us," said Xen softly.

    "Three things indicated Gutburp's arrival time and the mode of his entrance. First, Xen needed to travel four miles to reach us from the messenger guild barracks. I was able to estimate his arrival time to within three minutes, allowing for the fact we would be encumbered. I also knew he would be grumpy due to the hour."

    "I'm so predictable," whispered Xen.

    "Only to me," replied Broliant. "Xen's recent marriage was also a factor."

    "How?" asked Van.

    "Xen's lovely new wife purchased him a new aftershave four days ago."

    "Troll for Men," chipped in Epidemic, turning to look at Van again. "By Ragnaros's almighty volcanic dung, if you think I smell bad..."

    "Quite," interrupted Broliant. "Anyway, Xen's new and, ah, interesting fragrance is sufficiently pungent to detect fifty yards away, allowing me to sense his arrival and predict the moment he would fail to utilise the front door's inward-swiveling capacity for our goblin friend."

    "You mean I threw the creature through the door?" said Xen.

    "That's what I said," replied Broliant. He turned to look at Van. "Hearth back to the guild, sober up Banasea, then gear up and meet me at this abode in Dalaran." He showed Van the scrap of paper Gutburp had used to hurriedly scrawl an address. Van nodded, put his hand in his pocket and disappeared with a pop.

    * * *

    The cobbled streets of Dalaran were deserted. Shop fronts that by day hawked a bewildering assortment of colourful goods and services were, at this hour, dark, silent places. Even the several ale houses that dotted the street had shut hours before, forcing patrons to stagger home to disapproving wives. A sleek black cat darted from shadow to shadow, a sliver of movement, its luminous eyes searching hungrily for prey. It froze suddenly, alert, wary, then let out a startled yowl and bolted when Broliant, Zmall, Epidemic and Xen snapped into existence. They faded back into the shadows, suspicious, alert, all business as they searched for danger.

    "That looks like the place," murmured Broliant, gesturing towards a huge steel gate across the other side of the street. "Apparently home to a rich merchant who just moved in," he added.

    "Looks inviting," said Epidemic. Xen snorted but said nothing. At least twelve feet high and topped with spikes of creamy bone, there was something disturbing about the gate, but no one could quite put their finger on why. Zmall pondered for a moment, reached into his robe and drew out a small red pouch. He darted forward, quick and silent, reaching into it as he moved. Seconds later, he was close enough to throw some fine, glittering powder at the dull surface. Behind him, on the other side of the street, Xen shifted uncomfortably.

    "I hope he knows what he's doing," he said under his breath.

    "What's the worst that could happen?" replied Broliant, watching the gate intently. Xen opened his mouth to reply when a hissing sound filled the air, loud against the silence. Zmall gave a small yelp and scuttled back across the street to rejoin them. Together they all stared in horror as the gate began to flex and change, becoming almost flesh-like as it darkened. A small tear formed in its middle and began to spread upwards at an alarming rate. A window up the street flared with light and an angry looking man poked his head out.

    "What's all the commotion?' he shouted, rubbing his eyes and looking around, night cap bobbing comically. "By Mimiron's clockwork balls, a man needs his sleep!" His gaze found the gate, he blinked, stared, then disappeared back into his house, slamming the shutters closed with a bang.

    "What in the Seven Hells did you throw on that thing?" boomed Epidemic over the hissing. Zmall shrugged.

    "Powder of Revelation," he said. "Alith had a stash I, er, liberated to experiment with." The gate by this time had split into two pulsing, fleshy slabs. Between them stretched the mouth of a huge dark corridor that didn't look like it belonged in the universe at all. Deep inside it, around a sharp, shadowy bend, flickering lights appeared, along with a growing clattering sound.

    "Great," growled Xen. "So you stole something you don't know much about and used it on something you don?t know anything about?"

    "You make it sound so silly," said Zmall, avoiding the tall druid's gaze.

    "Hardly difficult," said Epidemic, unlimbering his huge sword. The hissing had stopped now, the only sound coming now from inside the mysterious corridor.

    "Some kind of demonic portal, I imagine," said Broliant, loosening his daggers and shifting to the balls of his feet.

    "Stating the obvious," said a woman's voice, mockingly. "You haven't changed, Professor." Broliant's eyes narrowed.

    "Zhiva," he said the name almost like a curse. "Is that you?"

    Above the street a shimmering figure appeared, to hover a few feet off the ground. Zmall started an incantation, his tiny face contorted with concentration. Xen put a hand on his shoulder.

    "Don't bother," he said. "It's some kind of projection spell, she's not really there." Zmall stopped, disappointed. Clad in purple mage's robes, Zhiva would have been a normal looking human woman, if not for the wild shock of brown hair that surrounded a face set in an unattractive sneer.

    "I see you've visited the new barber's shop," said Broliant, mildly.

    "You're just jealous!" Zhiva purred. "But down to business. I knew you'd turn up eventually; looking for your little lost guildies, are we?"

    "Where are Sabi and Indil?" asked Xen, taking a step forward. "If you've hurt them?"

    "Then what?" sneered Zhiva, floating a little closer. "You'll frown me to death?" Broliant moved closer to the apparition, trying to ignore the growing clamour from the tunnel.

    "Zhiva, you were one of us once."

    "A long time ago."

    "Perhaps," Broliant said firmly. "But if you know anything about Sabi and Indil's whereabouts, I urge you to tell us." Zhiva smirked.

    "Naughty, naughty, Professor B," she chided. "You know the rules."

    "Rules?" squeaked Zmall.

    "Want shinies? Then down the boss!" Zhiva motioned to the tunnel. "Enjoy!" She burst into laughter and disappeared. Broliant sighed and turned to the others.

    "We're about to have company and I imagine they don't want autographs." The rogue glanced up and down the street. "No Dalaran Nightwatch yet," he murmured. "Epi, you take point, Xen, keep him up. Zmall and I will do what we do best." He paused, looking at each of them in turn. "I just hope we can hold them off long enough."

    Xen nodded and, as Broliant faded from view, began to shimmer. His skin hardened, becoming bark-like, leafy branches sprouted from his head and, seconds later, he stood in his tree form.

    "We could just... leave," said Zmall to no one in particular.

    "And give up on our quest to find Sabi and Indil?" said Xen, his voice a rough whisper.

    "Not to mention miss a huge, bloody and potentially hopeless fight!" said Epidemic, straightening his helm. The massive death knight moved to take up a position between the fleshy slabs of gate. He stretched his neck, raised his sword and loosed a defiant roar as, from the mouth of the demonic corridor, hell erupted.

    TO BE CONCLUDED!


    Report posted by: Álith.


    First Kill of Blood Queen Lana'thel (25N)!
    Thursday 29th April, 2010.


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    "Thou shall not fall." Those were the words ringing in our ears as we began the evening's raid after spending an afternoon remembering that vampire movies used to be great, you know, before Twilight and the new age of the 'man-love' vampire had dawned.

    Thus, we sought to take our cues from the likes of the great vampires of old; the snarl of Snipes, the menace of Sutherland. Of course, there are great vampires about today to inspire our thoughts: the utterly terrifying Lina Leandersson was brilliantly scary whilst being every bullied 8yr-old kid's fantasy 'girl next door' in "Låt den rätte komma in." (aka: "Let the right one in.") In the midst of such company, the one they call 'R-Pat' is about as scary as Postman Pat and trust us, "that ain't scary!"

    And so began our Thursday evening raid with a plan to take down Blood Queen Lana'thel. We'd come close the night before and it seemed within our grasp. We made a handful of attempts and then our primary raid-leader disappeared. I mean, he was right there one minute and suddenly, completely mid-sentence, he vanished before our very eyes. The raid freaked. We ran from that room like our very lives depended upon it. (Right after the tea break of course. We're still civilised raiders and nothing interrupts our regularly scheduled tea-breaks. We know our "Asterix in Britain" after all!)


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    While dealing with our loss, Xén stepped in to assert a sense of calm and led us before Valithria Dreamwalker, further helping the team to regain its discipline by engineering the death of one of our two 'portal' healers. Everything rested on the shoulders of the princess. Could he (she?) pull us through all by himself? We murdered Blazing things and Suppressing other-things and ultimately it all became academic. Lung-breaking exercise for sure but more than rewarding enough for some!

    Composure regained, everyone laughed when our primary raid leader reappeared just as suddenly as he had disappeared. No explanation was given and none was asked. Sometimes, when the secret love of 'R-Pat' hides within denying hearts, it's best not to enquire too deeply about the odd temporary disappearance. Well, that's what Indil told us anyway!

    Back we went before the Blood Queen and quickly we resumed our efforts. We worked to master 'phase 2' for a while to ensure we kept people alive and avoided losing precious 'bites' from the team. Gradually, we succeeded in that effort.

    We often had to chastise the slow-to-react, most commonly just after the heroism call when blood rushes to those places thoughts find harder to reach and no amount of shouting on vent can tear a rampant DPSer off the boss to stand closer to the other two kiddies whose brains have been 'red-linked' to his or her own. It's like "WTF, noob, MOVE!"


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    Soon enough, we were surviving the cycle of phases and reaching enrage with ever smaller amounts of the Blood Queen's health left to remove. Machinations arose, wondering how to get the biggest DPSers bitten first, to maximise their "pure pwny" punching power. It was a problem easily solved.

    With every duck now carefully aligned, we pressed ahead. All too quickly the final dance was upon us, the only thing between success and complete loss of mind being a combination of determined DPS and healing. Thankfully the tanks refrained from unnecessary kiting!

    Mere seconds before disaster could arrive, the Blood Queen was successfully vanquished (that last word we use simply to allow ourselves a smile as we imagine a certain warlock reading this story aloud to himself!) and the girls and boys, they got some toys.

    Having originally beaten the 10-man version of this encounter using our ZAT approach, it had ultimately only taken a further couple of evenings to perfect our execution for the 25-man fight, demonstrating nicely that the fun ZAT adds to our raids does not unduly impede our momentum.

    'Sexy Sindy' is up next on the calendar of bosses between us and a shot at the King. Now, what movies can we watch for inspiration I wonder... Answers on a postcard to the usual address if you have any good ideas!


    Report posted by: The Lost Boys (And Girls!)


    First Kill of The Lich King (10N)!
    Tuesday 27th April, 2010.


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    The Lich King has been defeated! It's a true story of how an elite special forces raid team went 'From Zero to Kingslayers' in just one evening! Do you want to know more?

    According to my sources deep within the paddywagon council, Converge despatched a team of 10 scary individuals into the Citadel to stand in front of the Lich King and taunt him mercilessly.

    Three members of that team were tasked with healing responsibilities but soon it became clear from the way that Rosi and Van were playing "spot the dead possum" that Jellie was just going to do all the healing by himself. He girded his loins apparently. (And that's why he's walking so funny today by the way!)

    Even with this 'malarking' they beat previous records to reduce the fractious party pooper to a mere 19% of his health. Time for coffee said the raid leader and runners were sent out for refreshments.


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    A little back-peddaling followed the break, probably due to nerves, over-eagerness and the subsequent effect of having drunk 27 double espressos earlier in the day. Take another break said the RL and again they paused.

    First go back and suddenly the team are all "Boom Goes the Dynamite!" and down goes the Lich King like a big sack of spuds. Mind, at first the team thought that... but no, I can't reveal more details here without spoiling the very cool event that occurs here for those that have yet to see it. We're all about the "coolness of the surprise" so it's best to just believe us, it's way cool!

    Remember too, Converge's raiders have progressed through Icecrown Citadel using our very special Zero Advance Tactics method which simply makes this achievement all the more satisfying. Our observations, our tactics, our execution. One Hundred Percent all Converge!

    And when it comes to saying well done, one can hardly find better words than those provided by our very own Master Raid Leader who put it perfectly:



    A word of thanks from Epidemíc:

    Just a quick thank you to all the people who put in the hard work on Arthas.

    It has been a very hard encounter. Made even harder when having to discover our own tactics and learn the mechanics and the encounter.

    Also a tip of the hat to all the people who had to sit out on those nights. It's an unforgiving encounter requiring exceptional player outputs. I understand it can be frustrating to have sat out, so i'd like to take a quick moment to acknowledge their personal sacrifices for the good of the guild as a whole and its progress and standing at the cost to their own personal enjoyment.

    It now unlocks 10 man Hard Modes to the guild, along with better loot upgrades and prestige to the guild.

    So again well done to all that were involved, in the raids or those that sat outside the raids waiting for a chance to help out.

    We killed the freekin Lich king Baby!, Roll on 25 man!


    (Epidemíc, Forums Post: Tue Apr 27, 2010 11:23 pm)





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    Disclaimer: Special buffs used for this kill.

    This kill was achieved using the "Strength of Wrynn" buff, a buff that exists to reduce the challenge of the Icecrown Citadel encounters over time by increasing the potency of players within the Icecrown Citadel zone.

    Upon its introduction, the buff increased various stats by 5% and this was increased more recently to 10%. It is expected to be increased again later this week to 15% and potentially to 20% sometime after that.

    Converge retains the ambition to achieve a "pure kill" of the Lich King with the buff disabled (this is more tricky to arrange because it cannot simply be "right clicked" to remove) and will report back when and if such an achievement is made. The 'SoW' buff exists to enable a greater number of players to experience the thrill of killing the Lich King which we can now report with authority is an experience very much worth pursuing.

    Details of the 'SoW' buff properties used during this kill:

    Strength of Wrynn
    Health increased by 10%.
    Healing and absorption effects increased by 10%.
    Damage dealt increased by 10%.


    Report posted by: The "Good News" Guy.


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