[Originally composed January 16th, 2010; aka "the popcorn entry." "__________" is a young adult, female goblin; Greyer's expansion counterpart.]
Whimsi [on Worgen]: PUPPIES!
Taceo [on Greyer]: I'd really love to meet him, as far as his personality goes, I'd love to see if he's just as he sounds. I mean, I've read up on Gilnean society wherever I can steal books or scrolls and have them translated, and those humans are just fascinating. Greyer sounds like the type of guy I'd love to have as my nemesis.
Greyer [on Taceo]: Blood elves aren't exactly the type I'd socialize with; even if they spoke Common, well, just... no. This... Lady Taceo I keep hearing out and about, scraping her sword and shield and screaming hysterically outside the gate. Light help me...
Veton [on Spritzer]: He's very kind young man. When I spent one evening at the gate, I just happened to see him there when I was passing through, and he asked politely if I had any food. I split a wedge of cheese with him and we shared a few cornbread pieces. He was once a bartender for one of the pubs, but he was supposedly smoked out when he was spotted hanging out with some rogue named Lyall. I still feel so bad for leaving him there, he wanted to come away with me.
Greyer [on rogues]: Yes, I did review some public polls and I heard that most people are "rolling" Worgen rogues. Sure, let them, but tell me this, can they survive? Pick locks to escape certain death... memorize the flora required for efficient poisons? Have they ever tried to escape the kingdom unseen only to be foiled at the very last moment? Heh, tell me that.
Tabijin [on goblins]: *grumbles.*
Taceo [on goblins]: Pointy ears, cunning and witty, quite different than the rest of the Horde identities, like... Blood Elves... I think we'll get along just fine.
Greyer [on Spritzer]: Heh, that kid is undoubtedly something else. His company is tolerable, though his hopes of finding a cure for this curse is absolutely ridiculous.
Spritzer [on Greyer]: Greyer is... well... what can I say? He took me in and he's taught me a bit about surviving and not feeling so bad about losing my job. He also taught me how to duel with a sword. He's not an optimist though, which is fine since I guess one could say that I compliment him nicely. Like, what were their names...? Um, "Batman and Robin"? Heh... Maybe?
__________ [on the Alliance]: Armor up and brace yourselves, FOR THE HORDE, BABY!
Greyer [on "__________"] Seriously, Rese? You made her my expansion counterpart? I beg your pardon?! I was informed I would be taking the reins from the event of 'the Cataclysm' and onward.
__________ [on Greyer] Hey, bub, you gotta problem wit' me? YOU GOTTA PROBLEM WIT' ME?! *jabs a long-nailed finger into his shoulder* Back it up.
Taceo [on "__________"] FINALLY! Someone who knows what's going on!
Lunette [on WoW: Cataclsym] Rese... What about ME?! Q_Q
Whimsi [...]: PUPPIES?
Tabijin [...]: 'ave yeh seen mah daughtah?
__________ [on Tabijin] I'm really feelin' this guy... I lost my buddy on that ship back on the coast so I know what it's like to not have someone who understands me, knows me, in my life... anymore. Wherever he is now, I hope he's okay. As for this ol' crow here, I already love 'im. He's actually very sweet once you get past the craziness.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Pieces of Greyer
I've had some of these "forever," and I can't seem to complete them. They're just little snippets of paragraphs that kinda run dilly-dally all over my mind when I'm idle.
February 4th, 2010
It had been months since Greyer and Ata last met in the clearing, when she had sent a horde of vengeful citizens his direction with blazing torches. This was nothing like he had imagined, this... curse... By now, he had assumed other canines had populated the kingdom and it had spread much faster than he had expected - outbreaks of anger and the determination to rid the population of the monsters had fizzled into whispers of fear and pleads for help. The other night Spritzer had returned to the tannery with news that the kingdom's general store never opened for business at daybreak and the door bore several claw marks. The flour sacks that had ripped open, littered the floor with signs of struggle - and large canine-like tracks. Greyer simply shook his head at the youth, muttering that if the kingdom wanted to survive something as strange as this pandemic, Greymane would have to seek aid.
May 13th, 2010
This was it, the desperate cries for help had been answered. Those who fight under the banner of the Alliance reach out with concern and observe with skeptical eyes, and several of us - Worgen - extend waves upon waves of gratitude to them. Spritzer and I can only watch, unwavering and unfazed, keeping the hand that the Light - perhaps, simply Fate - has dealt us. Though the young bartender's eyes were seemingly dull and clouded over, he couldn't help but to question the silhouettes of pacing frostsabers.
May 16th, 2010
Greyer Lyall couldn't sleep. Monstrous howls woven with the gusts of wind occupied the spaces where thunder ceased to roll; and, when the storm calmed and the winds died, an eerie silence paved way for the sound of restless rain.
June 2nd, 2010
"You are impossible, Greyer!" she scoffed.
"Don't you see what is happening out there, Ata? It's a pandemic, the whole kingdom is succumbing to this monstrosity. It is a curse, there is no cure!"
Atalanta crossed her arms, "Have you any hope?"
The gray-haired gentleman's brows knitted together, and in one swift movement, he raised a hand, swiping it across his childhood sweetheart's cheek.
June 10th, 2010
"You can't tell me to be human!" he roared. "Who do you think you are?! You think you understand this, this chaos, this monstrosity that has been bestowed upon us? How dare you." She diverted her gaze away from his disheveled figure, "You aren't all that you say you are, I see more than that."
"Get the hell away from me, Rese. The next time I even hear you approach the Lyall Tannery again, I swear I'll attack you."
"But, what about Spritzer?"
"Spritzer could destroy you."
"You can't speak to me that way, Greyer Lyall, I--"
"OUT!!"
February 4th, 2010
It had been months since Greyer and Ata last met in the clearing, when she had sent a horde of vengeful citizens his direction with blazing torches. This was nothing like he had imagined, this... curse... By now, he had assumed other canines had populated the kingdom and it had spread much faster than he had expected - outbreaks of anger and the determination to rid the population of the monsters had fizzled into whispers of fear and pleads for help. The other night Spritzer had returned to the tannery with news that the kingdom's general store never opened for business at daybreak and the door bore several claw marks. The flour sacks that had ripped open, littered the floor with signs of struggle - and large canine-like tracks. Greyer simply shook his head at the youth, muttering that if the kingdom wanted to survive something as strange as this pandemic, Greymane would have to seek aid.
May 13th, 2010
This was it, the desperate cries for help had been answered. Those who fight under the banner of the Alliance reach out with concern and observe with skeptical eyes, and several of us - Worgen - extend waves upon waves of gratitude to them. Spritzer and I can only watch, unwavering and unfazed, keeping the hand that the Light - perhaps, simply Fate - has dealt us. Though the young bartender's eyes were seemingly dull and clouded over, he couldn't help but to question the silhouettes of pacing frostsabers.
May 16th, 2010
Greyer Lyall couldn't sleep. Monstrous howls woven with the gusts of wind occupied the spaces where thunder ceased to roll; and, when the storm calmed and the winds died, an eerie silence paved way for the sound of restless rain.
June 2nd, 2010
"You are impossible, Greyer!" she scoffed.
"Don't you see what is happening out there, Ata? It's a pandemic, the whole kingdom is succumbing to this monstrosity. It is a curse, there is no cure!"
Atalanta crossed her arms, "Have you any hope?"
The gray-haired gentleman's brows knitted together, and in one swift movement, he raised a hand, swiping it across his childhood sweetheart's cheek.
June 10th, 2010
"You can't tell me to be human!" he roared. "Who do you think you are?! You think you understand this, this chaos, this monstrosity that has been bestowed upon us? How dare you." She diverted her gaze away from his disheveled figure, "You aren't all that you say you are, I see more than that."
"Get the hell away from me, Rese. The next time I even hear you approach the Lyall Tannery again, I swear I'll attack you."
"But, what about Spritzer?"
"Spritzer could destroy you."
"You can't speak to me that way, Greyer Lyall, I--"
"OUT!!"
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