Icecrown Citadel, 10-player, Sindragosa

Sindragosa's Diary - 30th August

I was quietly minding my own business, swooping around the citadel when I was disturbed by some strange noises from the tower. Whooping, hollering and the unmistakeable sound of swords on flesh and bone. After several minutes, a group of heroes emerged from the less-salubrious parts of the fortress. Their presence was shocking enough, proving that they must have bested the defences on that lazy green slug upstairs, but what really appalled me was their attire. Fully half of them were naked, and the rest reeked of that undead freak's laboratory. Before I had a chance to investigate, Rimefang's chaps had dispatched them and tossed the bits over the parapet. Puzzling.

Sindragosa's Diary - 1st September

They came back! More seriously dressed this time. They blasted through Rimefang's team, and then lunched into him. Puzzlement mounted to mild surprise as they actually killed him! No matter - he always was a bit of a bore. They then charged over to Spinestalker and hammered into him. More than concerned, I came over for a closer look. By the time I had a good view, they had the poor old chap down. Not having this. I landed, and indicated my displeasure. Tiny little things, they are. It's damned tricky to tread on them - they're smaller than my claws, and won't stay still. I admit that some of their tools sting a bit. I decided to try an aerial approach. Hah. They may have some spiky toys, but a few well-placed ice missiles and I was flensing flesh from bones.

Ten minutes later, they were here again. Same story - stay off the ground and nuke 'em from orbit. It took four more repetitions before they got bored and left me alone.

Sindragosa's Diary - 6th September

Guess what? Same heroes! They seem to be doing something weird with iceblocks. It's like they're communicating with each other. They always seem to get them in the same place. A couple of times I had to break out the Mystic Buffet. They didn't like that at all.

Sindragosa's Diary - 8th September

Persistent little buggers. At this rate, I'm going to have to re-arrange my social schedule. Same story - the little ones with the annoying voices and hard shells are impossible to ignore, and I still can't work out how to squash them. The ol' buffet freezes 'em a treat, though.

Sindragosa's Diary - 13th September

They came back! Surprise! Still not getting closer. We love Mystic Buffet. Mood: bored.

Sindragosa's Diary - 15th September

<Sigh>

Sindragosa's Diary - 20th September

This is getting silly. I've had to reschedule my knitting circle, my bridge evening and my psychotic random slaughtering of innocent beasts. My therapist is furious.

Sindragosa's Diary - 22nd September

Running out of room to keep the bodies.

Sindragosa's Diary - 27th September

BASTARDS!