After dealing with the risky epidemia of bloodthirst spread by Twilight fans and their Queen, <tontut> ventured towards new challenges behind a chilling doorway to darkness. My trusty tourists guide told us that Lich King likes to call this part of his citadel "The Frostwing Halls", and mentioning this instantly brought new life to few of our group, as it sounded promisingly like we'd be seeing dragons tonight!

While most other groups we've seen have been shivering from cold around these parts, we just shrugged it off and I think I heard a dwarf or two mumbling something about "This is what we used to call a warm summer day back home", with a crowd of agreeing rumbling started to shake off the frost from walls.

Surely enough, as the name promised, we soon did find a dragon! Valithria Dreamwalker, the guide called her. Our hunters were already polishing their weapons, brushing off the frosting from their scopes and starting to tell tales how it would be his or her shot that would bring this monster down tonight, when we had to bring them the bad news - we were told that this dragon is infact a friend of ours, and we should just help her to break free from the cold grasp of the Scourge instead of killing her.

With few disgruntled hunters and some healers I swear I've never seen smile so wide, we ventured towards Valithria and started the tiring progress of freeing her. Luckily, I had brought a book with me so I could just sit back and enjoy myself while the healers healed like never before, I think I even saw a druid grow a new branch or two in the process due just being so excited about this new turn of events.

With such enthusiasm, nothing takes long and soon Valithria was free from her chains, and thanked <tontut> with a chest full of treasures.

Armed to teeth by GCAA (Gnomish Copyright Association of Azeroth) and our most filthy rich, gree... err, I mean, our indispensable and ever so generous artists consortiums, <tontut> ventured last week to finally meet up with Professor Putricide, to blackma... err... NEGOTIATE with him for proper compensations from his clear copyright infringements.

Needless to say, dear Professor was less than happy to see 25 GCAA agents knocking on his door, and instead of friendly negotiations, he charged us, completely without any provokating I assure you, and started throwing us with bottles of Lich King only knows what.

As law abiding, honest citizens we felt that it's <tontut>'s duty to bring down this madman and his weapons of mass destruction.

<tontut> decided to take a small vacation from all the work at Icecrown Citadel, and headed to the famous Argent Crusade Coliseum to watch some brawling on the arena!

Outside, we met a gnomish, bit suspicious looking guy who promised to get us straight past the waiting lines to the best seats in the house. We gathered to think about it a sec and decided it would be worth it, seeing there were hundreds if not thousands of people in the queue before us.
That, dear readers, was a mistake. We should have known, considering he was a gnome after all, that there's no such thing as a free lunch. Instead of best seats in the house, we found ourselves in the middle of arena with crowds cheering and Fordring already announcing that we're about to fight the monsterous menagerie of Icecrown!

Needless to say, despite being unprepared, these so called monsters actually did feel like a vacation, and despite having some issues with people getting their sunblocks on and exotic drinks all at the wrong times, we ended up beating our old records.

After last nights tourist groups had finally gotten their souvenirs and returned to their homes, <tontut> could finally return to Icecrown Citadel to meet up with Rotface and talk about his severe slime addiction.

After gathering up and meeting the already familiar val'kyr with a bad tendency of making evil clones of us, we found out that Rotface for sure hadn't wasted time, and had already gotten a new puppy!

Unsurprisingly, him being stiched together from corpses and all, Rotface had again forgotten to feed him and left him stray to the corridors of the Upper Spire, so <tontut> had little choice but to but the new puppy to forever sleep.

When we finally found our way to Rotface, he was more than willing patient to be treated by our assorted group of psychiatrists - too bad everyone knows that having more than one doctor to treat a patient is never a good idea, so we had to call a quick thinktank to decide on who treats which symptom and whatnot.

Luckily, everyone being a better shrink than the next, this thinktank proved effective quickly and <tontut> managed to cure Rotface not only from his slime addiction, but also from this strange, widespread and deadly disease called 'life'