Twins, everybody loves them. Two beings that are identical to each other and whose minds are like one, well that’s the theory anyway. It just so happened to hold true for the Eredar Twins - Lady Sacrolash and her sister The Grand Warlock Alythess, together they were a formidable force and truly Kil’Jaeden The Deceiver had chosen well in placing them as the guardians to the entrance to his inner sanctum where they could watch over the weak and treacherous Fel-Elves.

They had heard the death cry of Sathrovarr the Corruptor and a short time later the ground shook as Brutallus the largest Pit Lord the legion had ever know fell. They felt as his demonic essence corrupted the body of one the noble blue dragons and twist it into a villainous servant of their lord, however neither of them were surprised when it too fell before the force that now assaulted the Plateau.

Yelling orders they sent the Fel-Elves into action knowing full well that they could not stop such a force but with their pathetic disposable lives they would buy the summoning ceremony time. True to their expectations, their minions lasted less than a hour, now these determined and powerful enemies stood on the platform above them looking at each other both Sacrolash and Alythess swore they would go no further this is where the line would be drawn and held.

Little did either of them know that the leaders and veterans of this force they now faced had dealt with twins before…

Having spent just under two weeks slapping these two fine ladies around, we realised they weren't really as commited to the relationship as we thought and we were forced to move on.

The general tactic for the fight is to have a spasm with your mouse hand when you hear your name called over Teamspeak and move away from everyone else, conveniently located on top of each other. Eventually if this is repeated enough you get to jump down into the centre, a treat often ruined...
Their skeletal talons passed inched over his head as Fallenlinoge rolled under their attacks, no sooner was he back on his feet than they were striking at him again. This time he used his shield to protect himself from the hail of blows that they launched against him. A quick glance over his shoulder told him that his allies were now pulling the other undead that their foe had spawned into one location so with a powerful push he knocked the monster assailing him and ran toward the growing group.

As the reached the spot the ground beneath his feet had been sanctified by another of his order and instantly the undead switched their focus to this new threat. Making a quick exit he found himself standing next to Gnarl one of his oldest friends who was in the middle of hurling seed of shadow energy at the skeletons, moments later they exploded showering the pair in shards of bones. Form above them there was a roar of anger that echoed off the high walls.

“All Right here she comes again!” Greenpiggy yelled. “Everyone, get back to your positions.”

“It going to take me hours to get my hair cleaned,” Fallenlinoge complain to his friend. “Oh and look what they did to my shield I just got it polished.”

“Ah shut up pretty boy,” Gnarl laughed punching him in the shoulder. “Better get to you spot,” he added pointing at the descending undead dragon. “We are not done here.”

Still grumbling the blood elf paladin rejoined his group.

Some bosses really make every effort to make life hard, Felmyst is one of them. To start with, she hits like she means it, randomly attacks players, makes everyone run around and then has the nerve to take off and start breathing all over the place - naturally spawning many skeletons.

This is certainly a fight that demands you be at your keyboard and paying attention or she will punish you and everyone else in the raid. Alas like all the bosses we have faced so far, her fate was...
‘I did my best’ the last words uttered by yet another foolish dragon that thought she could take on a enemy more powerful than herself, well if there was one thing the raid force was going to do, they were going to give it more than just their best. Twenty five minds all thinking the same thing – ‘Lets kill that lizard’.

“Ahh! More lambs to the slaughter!” Brutallis yelled signalling the start of one of the most intense battles that the raiders had ever fought. He slashed and stabbed at them with his blades laughing and taunting them all the time yelling things like “I live for this,” or “Another day another glorious battle.”

But his brutality was more that matched by his puny foes, fireballs scorched his hide, blades and axes found their way through his tough armoured scales and tore into the soft flesh below, powerful shadow magic infused into his body making him more susceptible to further attacks, his upper torso became riddled with arrows.

“So much for a Challenge… DIE DIE!” the pit lord roared shaking the walls and the ground around him as he unleashed the most destructive blows that he had ever thrown, but to his horror a tiny figure leapt on to his right blade and hurled himself upwards a gold glowing axe raised high above his head. Then before Brutallis could even think about what was happening the axe dug deep into his neck just under his head, before the weight of its wielder pulled it downwards opening the demon up from head to toe…

The dust slowly settled as the raid members picked them selves up from the ground one though one remained where he was, black smoke rose gently from his body and his armour seemed to glow with the heat that it had absorbed. As he lay there he became aware that a few others had gathered round him and it seemed were waiting for him to rise.

“You alright man?” one of them asked as they reach out and help pull him to his feet. “Yeah where on earth did you get that idea from?” another asked he said nothing for a moment...