Hearthpwn

Come on and slam, and welcome to Nagrand!

Heap on heapin' on.

"Think you got lethal? Libram of NOPE!"

"Pit! Do as I say!"

Reach down into your lungs. The wind that resides there is your greatest treasure. It provides the gift of song, which is free. *But not less than (1)

"Dancing with the Satyrs… on Ice!"

Father of Rexxar, Champion of the Horde, and Flexxar, Champion of the Gym.

Prepare for the staunch conch launch!

Photo actually taken across the street in the reflection of a doorknob.

Yet, you still feel attacked.

It’s a doppelgang-war!

Call Gurtogg a brute if you like, but no one else cares about the wounded like he does.

She came here to taunt you and chew on bones, and she's all outta bones.

Little did he know… it was really the talbuk leg that was cursed.

When it comes to spells, she loves 'em then she librams.

Three heads of marsh-mashing, bog-bashing, swamp-stomping fury!

Furious that she only has six warglaives. The Sightless Watcher has eight! The fel is always greener on the other side.

I wish to complain about this dragon what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.

His skull also draws three cards. Imagine how many cards he could draw with HIS ENTIRE BODY!

A fellow of evil possessed, of most devious shadow. He hath turned on his kin a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in all imagination he is!

"I will find you, sky!"

All's well that ends fel when the fel summoner summons well.

“Descent of Dragons was merely a set back!”

He calms down a lot if you just give him a turn.

Say what you want but finding a matching set of six swords takes commitment.

"Throw it back! THROW IT BACK!"

I would NOT want to put my hand in there. It's... SQUISHY.

The blades glow green from things unseen, dark dreams whirling in the felfire gleam.

Lonely mages can still have a blast!

Glowflies are distant relations to spelling bees.

Proper justice. Throw the book at him!

This is how the arakkoa make friends.

Week #679: Still no mount...

It’s under 'T.'

Can I get a pair of size XXXXXL manacles?

Three-time winner (and sole survivor) of the Crashes of Outland motocross!

Abuse, reuse, recycle.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GROUND!

Recycle that can, or you get the cuffs!

I regret asking how sporelings are made.

"Gettin' them discounts in bulk amounts, spells can come, and spells can go, castin' costs drop with my sweet, sweet flow."

As the humble caterpillar becomes a beautiful butterfly, so too does a demon hunter become a hideous mass of writhing destruction and unfettered chaos.

Zangarmarsh: it's a fungal out there!

Make your foe's armor your fauna's fashion!

Some say it's the source of Azeroth's greatest problems—aside from the gnomes.

Weeks of underwater cross-training have really built up her fourarms.

Hey man, I just feel like... death is just a construct of our imaginations, ya know?

Demons have destroyed the lives of the Ashtongue draenei. Now he’s got a shoulder-axe to grind.

It's a game of hide and go sting.

He wanders east... always into the east.

Return my fishes to me, and I myself shall carry you to the gates of Mrrhalla!

He rules the Shattered Hand orc clan with an iron... bladefist.

"Armor and heals may slow my zeal, but fel and glaives excite me!"

Came from another world to invade Outland and bend it to his will… only to be overthrown by an elf from another world who invaded Outland and bent it to his will.

Go directly to Demon Jail. Do not attack minions, do not collect mana crystals.

Never underestimate a lioness when her pride is on the line.

Throws shade at those "high-cost" minions.

According to the Boom Labs sales brochure, it "impractically makes itself!"

"Rust… I love it. It's all coarse, and rough, and irritating. And it gets everywhere."

This plate turned shield you shall wield, praying its powers fel will serve you well.

"I said I wanted the ASHbringer not FISHbringer!"

Defined as the absolute pinnacle of existence. Plus Lifesteal.

Some think the mysterious bright lights in the bog are alien invaders, others think they're just swamp gas. Turns out, it's just druids.

Far superior to a beanstalk boondoggle.

More aromatic than a regular portal.

This is why you never flush a three-cost minion.

"Upon reflection, I have decided that your board needs more ME."

"To many of my people, I am known as a traitor... as Illidan's lapdog. I will remain in the shadows, for now... Actually, maybe I'll just remain in the shadows forever."

Brave leader of the Sporeggar. Guided by the philosophy that one should not mssh with matters that are not one's msshiness.

Pokey-man. Gotta spike 'em all!

Known as 'Fel Gel' to the Illidari, it's excellent protection against harsh Draenic sunshine.

This clacker's crackers for hacking slackers into whack attackers.

And if that minion has a frisbee, LOOK OUT!

He's got a dark glare, but he sees crystal clear!

Ah, the Booterang... nothing cures peon laziness faster.

She still wears her Frozen Shadoweave set despite the many, many nerfs. She just can't let it go!

"What am I drinking again?"

Currently serving two turns on charges of aggravated minion slaughter.

"C'mon down to Illhoof's bargain bin! When the satyr's free, he'll lower your fee!"

Personal handmaiden to Queen Azshara turned lieutenant to Illidan Stormrage. Also quite the hair sssstylist.

Hopes to someday promote to Marshsqueen.

"I am da powerful! You are da poop!"

"You’re fine, friendly minions! You're fine! Don’t tell Mom!"

Poor guy is terrified, look at his faces.

Old gladiator rules: first one to die loses.

A living terror. Teleports at will. Feasts on tainted helboar meat. No head scritches unless you're Leoroxx.

Clip-clop clip-clop CLIP-CLOP STAB!

"WE DO YOU A BAMBOOZLE, HOOMAN!"

Dear minions: Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh. Best regards, Bladestorm

Where's a corsair's favorite place to hide treasure? Under their deck!

"Ahh sand in my eyes! Also, I'm being stabbed."

When it meets the Hand of Gul'dan, they're SHAKING.

If you can't take the heat, stop standing in the fire.

"The important thing, son, is to protect your spores! I have spoken!"

The best wisdom is passed on.

"Just you wait, I’ll go get on my main!"

"A beast, barely alive. Gentlemen, we can rebuild it! Make it stronger, faster... spikier."

"Pick a card, any card! Preferably the left- or right-most card."

"S-secrets? I don't have any! Whoa, look, a spell!"

Her other hand attachments include a corkscrew and a bottle opener.