Eleventh Week, Third raid

Dear Diary...

Mood: Sleep depraved

Tonight was the night, it was finaly business time, the time to strike at the true Lich King was upon us. It appeared that he'd only been toying with us before, now he showed us his true strenght. The funkyness of his new spell Shadowtrap took us by surprise. However we still managed to hit him enought for him to retreat and start his channeling spell of massive death and destruction. The crew made a tactical retreat and started to whack at Lich Kings buddies instead... We could see the the frost orbs slowly moving towards us, knowing that if one of those horrible thing would hit us, it would be the doom of us all.

Then Vrakir failed and we all fell off the throne.

- The Raccoon