The Coven

Two classes to the Warcraft masses, with their digital snide. Five to the farmers, who in their basements dwell. Three to the tanks, doomed to wipe. One to the Warlocks, lords of Hell. In the lands of Solcu - Where lore grows ripe.

Sons of Sea Pig

The sons and daughters of the martyred St. Sea Pig, defender of sanity.

Lordaeron

And now, it is mine. And mine alone.

Digger, Diggerer, and Diggerest Ltd.

Founded in 1843, this venerable and not-at-all-made-up-five-minutes-ago institution stands proud as a leader in the field of digging, tunneling, and excavation endeavors of all kinds. Business hours are nine to five during the week, contact Carl Digglington to set up an appointment.

The Warrior's Charge

All things Warriors. From Rage-issues to Rage-control.

Blackjack and Hookers

For all the people who don't even NEED your stupid club because we have our OWN club, which is better ANYWAY.

Zangarmarsh

Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Zangarmarsh!

Rhonin's Raptors

:rhonin: :raptor: :raptor: :raptor:

The Great War Veterans

Players of the Great War, the Roleplaying Game.

A Tauren, a Troll, a Worgen, and a Dwarf Walk into a Bar.

A group of some sort.