My lust for vengeance satisfied, I needed someone to gloat to.  So I called a meeting of my vassals to my thrown room.

After about six straight hours of nobody showing up, I began to get the impression that I was being stood up.

So I got mad and sent an angry message to all my vassals.  Vishok the Blade, being my only vassal, responded by telling me he needed help getting a body back.

Fool!  He dares to blow off the mighty Kaigon, Slayer of Ursuin, and then has the gaul to ask for help??  Obviously, I needed to teach this little whelp a lesson.

After having learned of his location, I headed out to find my rogue vassal.

I thought this was a neat bridge, so I crossed it just to get the screenshot.  I didn't really need to cross it.

I ran across a town out in the middle of nowhere, so I spammed for an hour for a portal to Qalabar, the place where my vassal Vishok the Blade was hanging out.

Eventually, people got pretty sick of my spamming and begging, so a few nice people cast the portals to get me the hell out of there.

Having never been to Q'alabar, I was kind of excited to check it out. So, after portalling in, I ran around a little, trying to find the town.

This the damn weirdest town I'd ever seen…

Turns out it wasn't the friendliest town I'd ever been to, either.

After realizing that someone had opened a portal to somewhere OTHER than Q'alabar, I got mad, and took it out on somebody else.

Overburdened by the fifty sides of beef I'd given him, it didn't take long for that drudge to put the smack down on old jolly green here.

I'd have done this to someone who actually deserved it, but I couldn't find anyone wearing a pink robe anywhere.