I think I’ve made my undying love for Warhammer chickens quite clear. So last night when some alliance members and I went tome unlock hunting, I was more than a little excited at the prospect of flapping around lower tier RvR lakes.
One of the battlefield objectives we went to, in Ostland I believe, had a miniature cemetery. We seized the opportunity to become Chickens of the Damned, the fearsome bawk-bawking you hear in the dark of night.
Our fun didn’t end there though. We journeyed to High Pass, where we lurked about the corpse of a dead NPC.
Yes, we are the grotesque chickens that haunt your dreams and your farm.