You didn’t really think I would miss an opportunity to smite Garrosh in the face, did you? I’ve even dressed up my Priest for the occasion. I reckon even the hotness that is Lor’themar Theron would approve of my battle garments (Though my mother most certainly wouldn’t).
Presenting the “I will never be as amazing at naming ‘mogs as Prinnie” bastardisation of Vestments of Ternion Glory:
This image does it no justice. Dammit!
Helm – Hidden
Shoulders – Shoulderpads of Pulsing Protection
Cloak – Hidden
Chest – Robes of the Guardian Saint
Bracers – Lifebane Bracers
Gloves – Seebo’s Sainted Touch
Waist – Sash of the Last Guardian
Legs – Cindercloth Pants
Feet – Don’t match. Whoops!
Staff – Vicious Gladiator’s Energy Staff
As you can probably tell, I am so not cool enough to raid on a proper team! Since moving interstate, I’m now in an awful position where even if I wanted to raid, I can’t because now every single guild I am in raids too early for me to participate. Curse you, time zones! At least LFR has been kind to me, and felt it necessary to give me these phat lewtz so I wasn’t a carry could finally make use of these gorgeous robes without looking like a train wreck from The Burning Crusade. Thanks, Blizz!
All that there is left to do is to figure out why my screenshot quality has plummeted without accidentally whispering Navi console commands or falling off the edge of Netherstorm. Oh, and actually finish all the LFR’s to do the aforementioned smiting of Garrosh. Yeah, that too.
It’s good to be back 
