The last week of April has marked another milestone for our guild. After months of battle we have forged not one, but two sets of the Legendary daggers- The Fangs of the Father! Huge congratulations go out to Seething and Rogueone for achieving this feat, as it required quite a bit of dedication. As well, we owe our Tuesday and Thursday raid teams a debt of gratitude for supporting our rogues week in and week out. The Dragonsoul has been a huge success for us, especially considering a year ago we were still trying to find our footing in Cataclysm. Now, 12 months later Deathwing is on deep farm, and we have two sets of Legendary daggers as the cherries on top.

In other Dragonsoul news, our Tuesday night crew marked a big win last night taking down the heroic version of Yor’sahj!  It was a massive effort in patience and skill to kill the bastard, and our hats go off to the crew. I’m sure heroic Zon’ozz didn’t get much sleep last night.

For most people the holiday season is a time of reflection and merriment, but for The Iron Circle it is a time for blood thirsty fever dreams and a soul-nagging longing for vengeance. Such did Warmaster Blackhorn discover much to his fatal chagrin this past Saturday. After seven long years of battling back the corruption of the Twilight's Hammer, from Darkshore to Twilight Highlands, the last vestiges of their once formable army now sink beneath the open sea. Thanks to the mastery of Sheepdog and Kristoph's heals, and a mysterious blond Italian stowaway named Jerinó we were able to best the intense encounter. Thanks for hanging in there and not letting up when things got crazy. Now all we have to do is hop on a dragon's back, ride it down into the heart of the Maelstrom, and defeat the most powerful entity to roam Azeroth in mortal combat. 

On Saturday we jumped to 5/8 in Dragon Soul progression with two very crisply executed guild firsts. Hagara proved to be rather simple while the twilight monstrosity known as Ultraxion was a bit of a nailbiter. In the end we pushed our early-patch gear to its limit, managing to beat the enrage by a small margin. Avos pulling close to 32k dps helped a little too. Please check out our Dragon Soul forum for post game discussion, and thanks for a the great effort. We'll have Deathwing in our sights very soon and then it's next stop Pandalandaria!

Seven years ago a small group of adventurers seated in a dark corner of The Lion's Pride Inn launched one of Kil'jaeden's charter guilds. Though we knew that many adventures awaited us on the unexplored frontiers of Azeroth, none had the faintest idea about the kind of resilience The Iron Circle would have. At the time were were embroiled in the conflict between the bandit Van Cleef and the kingless city of Stormwind. In the years that would follow we would kill demons, smite wyrms, banish gods, endure bitter wars, ride on the backs of dragons, and even slay an undead king. The guild we minted on that December 8th of 2004 would come to be home to countless heroes, jesters, and poets. 

To our recently tagged members we offer our gratitude for choosing to be part of our family. We don't take admission to this guild lightly, and by the same token we really appreciate the interest of people who are willing to lend their efforts to our collective cause. To the vets we thank you for your dedication in molding this organization into the kind of guild that can stand the test of time. More than scoring server firsts or having the biggest roster, enduring for seven active years is a particularly rare feat for an MMO guild. It speaks to a core strength that derives vitality not from a shared interest in drops and quantifiable progression, but from an environment of mutual respect and comradery. Thank you for your time, and for all you do to make this guild a great way to play WoW. :)

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Me mind on fire! Me soul on fire!
Feelin' hot hot hot!
All da people, All around me!
Feelin hot hot hot!
A-what to do on a night like this?
Is it sweet? I can't resist!
We need a party sound...a fun-da-mental charm!
So we can..
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Yeah ba-
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Feelin' hot hot hot!
Feelin' hot hot hot!

When it comes to phobias spiders have to rank pretty high. They are ugly, they have millions of little venomous babies, they have nasty thick webs in which they bind their prey to slowly be drained of vital force. Now take all that and combine it with the thrill of dying in a fire and you have Beth'tilac. Well, you used to have Beth'tilac anyway. Thursday night we returned to the infernal dimension of Ragnaros the Firelord. We threw the full force of our might against this asbestic arachnid time and time again, until charred and battered, we decided to give her one more shot with a slight strategic adjustment. Wouldn't you know it, within 10 minutes we found ourselves stocked with spider meat for the next year. Huge props to the team who endured wipe after wipe while we sorted out the details of this encounter. The final attempt was perfect execution on everybody's part, especially Arezzo, who's grim axes managed to hew off a full 25% of the spider's health to set us up with a hard fought win. Good work.

Last Saturday an elite group of Iron Cirlce warders ascended into the clouds high above the burning desert sands. There on the marble pavilions of the heavens they engaged in a dramatic battle of magic and enchanted steel against the djinni vanguard of the Wind Lord, Al'Akir. The clash stretched them to the limits of their courage, but just when all seemed lost, the djinni relented and were undone. Great work picking up this fight so fast, and a special thanks goes out to Jeri who came in and healed so artfully to help us establish yet another guild first. It was a sweet win to cap a hard fought Saturday.

Your heart has to go out to Artremedes, even more so than the millions of other whelps we have AE'd into oblivion over the years. He was made blind by Maloriak's chemical burns, and mocked as a baby by Victor Nefarian. Then he was forced to be in a room full of books even though he's blind, and had to guard the very same dicks who made him blind in the first place. It's really no wonder why he grew up into such a one-shotting tempest of fiery destruction. Thanks to our stalwart warders, it is all over now. Blind Artremedes has been put to rest, and I'm sure he died somewhat consoled by the fact that our next acts will avenge his miserable existence. Thanks for a great Saturday night raid comrades. We've managed a guild-first kill every week of April and are now at 8/12 in progression. Yatta.