So once again plenty of things have happened since you last heard about the ventures of the Wolves. Tri'ol, Davhek and Rumoria have been on a powertrip since their promotion, though fortunately there's nothing that Wolves ignore as well as authority, so basically the guild continues as always. But we continue to grow and continue to progress. We have even done our first purely Wolves 16 man, in quite a while.
Recently a lot of new things to kill have emerged in the galaxy. Being the Wolves we didn't take long to sink our teeth into the new prey and whether you live in a Fortress or a Palace, there's a good chance that you are dead by now. Even if you try to enter into a mode of hardness, you are dead or will soon die. Sometimes killed by the Wolves sometimes with the help of Ackbars friends (It's A Trap).
Thing is - we had unfinished business back on the dusty world of Darvannis. A certain dreadmaster had time and again refused to acknowledge the power of the Wolves and bend a knee (ie. die a painful and brutal death). But on the last day of the tenth month in the thirteenth year of the new millenium, a hunting pack set out. Wolves with steel in their eye and sharpened teeth. Well first we waited for Nijinsky a bit. But then we set out with steel in our eye and sharpened teeth. This pack had one goal. Dreadmaster Styrak (Hard Mode) were about to bite the dust.
After mauling everything in their path, even mobs not really in their path (again Nijinsky!), the Wolves came toe to toe with the dreaded dreadmaster. Going a couple of rounds, the Wolves finally refined their tactic and each member of the pack knew exactly what to do. Lightsabers were thrown, lightning were cast, blasters were fired and yellow circles of healing delight were cast on the ground. When the dust settled, one dead Kell Dragon were followed by one dead Kell Dragon owner.
Now Nightmare mode awaits.
The hunter-killer pack were made up of the two guys that most like to be spanked in the guild, Guardians Nijinsky and Davhek. The reckless glowstick wielding Sentinels Artucrus, Lddowser and Tri'ol. The too the point, cock-fixated gunslinger of Aleessia (Antze). The scoundrel who died in the sandstorm Bru and the number one bestest ever need-to-send-text-to-brother-about-how-good-I-am Sage and esteemed leader of the ragged bunch Rieko!