On our second set of attempts, ten Legionnaires climbed to the roof once more. We were entirely sick of this fight, sick of the bad infernal spawns, and sick of the Prince and his stupid tricks. About one month of doing this had our spirits in the gutter. But we knew that the waves of misfortune cannot break the indomitable will of the Steel Legion. They crash upon our resolute ranks and dissipate, and we rise up, stronger. Although we were frustrated, we were not frustrated with each other, not at all. We channeled that energy into a pure beam of focused stubbornness. Our victory over Malchezaar was not pretty, not timely, and not necessarily something to brag about. But it is ours. We did it and we’ll do it again.
One of our members commented that this felt like killing Ragnaros for the first time about a year ago. It was indeed a great night.
This was also the first night that we used our new DKP system. Woots to that. Malatov won his T4 hat, Trichiasis received the healing cloak, and Adrexius now wields a new axe.