Blizzard to Paladins:

[Rinnhart]

Sheesh, the aggro increase and aggro reduction seals alone are incredible.

This, I believe, is a telling statement.

But even without those, the auras and seals are still amazing and definitely outshine what shamans can bring to the table.

You're just making #$%& up at this point.

Thank you for the reply, though, Jerry. I knew that you couldn't resist it, despite how your lunacy shines through every time you start flapping your hole about paladins, you simply can't stop yourself from posting.

Tell me, late at night in Orgrimmar, do the orcs and their allies gather 'round campfires, fires bellowing dark smoke, sweetened by the fatty remains of the night's supper? Do they gather there in the warm, homely glow and relish the closeness of family and friends? And at the ripest moment of the dark night's grasp, do they wheel forth a broken old orc, blind in both eyes, scarred and battered by unmentioned campaigns, proud, green skin greyed by decrepifying age? And does this, most ancient of orcs, in that moment of utter comfort, in that heartbeat of peace beneath the cloudy sky and amongst the dying cookfires, speak of a mighty tale?

Does his tale start with love lost? Does he speak of the savagery of the Humans? The guile of the elves? The bitter hatred of the dwarves and gnomes? Does the worn, broken orc stare sightlessly into the fire, recounting bitter battle and long past glory? And then, does the archaic warrior, his breath, whispy rattles, coming faster to his once noble breast, speak of the most fearful of foes he had ever faced? Does he tell of the dust of the battle? The baking sun? The withered, sharp grasses, lashing at his sandaled feet? The stink of the dying? The cries of the living? The charge upon the hill? The horror at its peak? Does he recount the baleful storm that surged to life as they reached that peak? Does the ancient orc have spittle seething down his cracked lips as he denounces the abomination that rose to meet them? How loudly does the crowd gasp as he details the horror's armored mount? Do they shrink when he speaks of steel glistening in the storm's sheeting rain? When he speaks of the being's eyes, burning blue beneath the golden crest? How closely do the mothers cradle their babes when the withered orc shouts of the charge that met them? Of the lightning that cascaded from the being's hands and slew a hundred of his kin? Of the hammer that turned warrior to ash and churned stone to mud? How do they look when he tells of the tempest aiding the being, the god, upon the hilltop? When he speaks of wind turning aside thrusting spears and dashing the bravest of his fellows upon rain-slick stone? Do they cheer when he tells of how the battle turned? When he speaks of gods-blood burning upon the ground, the cold, muddy ground? When he rises, suddenly, from the wheeled, wicker chair, the chair that has held him for two decades, does the crowd fall silent? Does he stand there, before his assembled children, before decendants and stranger alike, and speak of how he had stood upon a hilltop, above broken god? Alone above the beast that had slain a thousand men? Does he speak of the monstrosities laughter as it gained an eldritch glow? Does he tell how his axe fell and struck solid light? Of how then there was light burning, horrible, blue light? Does he stand before the assemblage, does he stand there and say, "He took my kin, my brothers, and then..." Does his voice turn strained? Does he scream at the crowd, does he beckon them fear and tremble, with his hands high in the air, boney hands grasping, clawing at the heavens- "AND THEN THE PALADIN TOOK MY EYES!"

Is smoke still rising from the fires when the hoary orc weeps? When he slumps into his chair and his sons cart him away? How long does the smoke rise from the fires? How long do the people stay? Do they laugh nervously? Do they heed the ancient orc's tale?

Or do they just bitch on the forums?