So this is death. I’m dead. Aely’s dead. Even that bastard Tarquin is dead. All by my hand. I feel…nothing.
 
The warlock tried to take stock of what was around him. He saw nothing but blackness. He couldn’t be sure whether his eyes were open or closed. Attempting to feel something beyond the numbness that permeated him to his core was met with disappointment.
 
Somewhere, near or far he could not tell, he heard voices. Their words made little sense to him, but he was certain they were voices. He tried to …

Here at Arrens.net, I get some rather eclectic search terms that lead folks to my blog. Some are in the form of a question. Others probably should be. As such (and because I’m in a bit of a hurry in anticipation of leaving work early to head to Blizzcon meet & greets), I’ll do my best to answer a few of them.
Since my Isle of Conquest review, a lot of the more recent search terms have revolved around that.
How do I get on zeppelin in IoC?
Once your team caps the …

No, this is not a hunter post. Sorry for the confusion.
Instead, this is a filler post as I deal with some real life issues.
Since Arrens is a former pirate, a current rogue and a Forsaken, I figure this is pretty accurate. Enjoy.