Recently a gaggle of those wispy wafting bandage burglars set up shop in Stormwind. Out in the backwoods I hear tales that they offer more storage for widgets and whatnot as well as a service called “Tranmessogrigination” or some such nonsense. From what I understood they could make one thing look like another thing. Well hell, I do that all the time. I put on my furs and I’m a Furbolg. I get in my skivies with a wooden mask and a bone and I’m a Troll. But I hears that they do things a bit more fancy like, so I head inta town to check ’em out.
Now, I admit that they seem to have some pretty fancy higgery pokery with making yer clothes look all spiffy-fied, but when it comes down to it, the only piece of gear that means any bit of a damn to me is me trusty boomstick. It’s the one piece of gear I own that could benefit from some fancy schmancy lookafyin’. Besides, pretty much all hunter gear makes ya look like some sort o’ Gnomish marital aide, so what’s th’ point?
Now I’ve recently been afflicted with a crossbow, or as I like to call ’em, “bastard bows”. The unholy union of a fine steeled fighting instrument and a sickly stick and a bit o’ twine. Sos I went to the bank and browsed my assortment of favorite guns. I had my Trophy Gun, my Chuckshooter. I picked over my classic Rimebane, my extra pointy Gunblade and my good ol’ stocky Mark “S” model. Ahhh, browsing me gun collection is one of the few pleasures I find when I’m forced to roam the city streets. I finally settled on turning my eyesore of a Lavabolt Crossbow into my ever faithful (and dastardly looking) True Aim Long Rifle. A long range beauty that can also stand toe to toe with any creature fool enough to stand close enough ta braid me beard. Nothin’ says “C’mere, I’m gonna use yer head as a tripod mount.” than a big ol’ honkin blade on the front.
So it’s done. Me trusty long rifle is by me side and the bastard bow is never ta be seen again.
Now if only I could get those wraiths ta spruce up that joke of a “legendary” in my bank. Sheesh.