posted by
Lycopop, Saturday, 3 October 2009

Like a curmudgeonly uncle barring the door when you want to go to the pub, Kologarn straddles the shattered walkway and sternly forbids access to the fun within the antechamber of Ulduar.
Clearly he under-estimated the desire of the Shining Force regulars to get to the pub. We broke his arm, punched him in the face, stabbed him in the chest and singed his facey hairs. Still he glowered down. Much like my real-life uncle Lloain, lazers burned from his eyes to the ground chasing the raiders in all manner of disguises - from wolvar to furbolg to pirate - like some sort of psychopathic fancy dress party. With maces.
But, to paraphrase the Rolling Stones, all his love was in vain and his train left the station. Crumbled, decapitated. A sad end for a sad man.
Another step to ultimate glory for the SF 25manners. Onwards and upwards my brothers from another mother.