Post by hunterbergy on Dec 17, 2007 3:34:56 GMT -5
Aye, laddie - I be the Bergy ye be lookin' fer. Whassat? How'd I end up 'ere? Well lemme tellye....
*She offers you a brew, then sits back, puts her heels up on the table edge, tipping her chair back some* I be runnin aboot Elwynn forest ye see an this elf comes up behind me - I just aboot tried tae take 'is head off, gave me such a fright - an it turned out tae be our laddie Sylaurn.... Said he'd heard aboot me trip through the lands what're crawlin' wit deadfolk what ain't dead. Yanno - still runnin aboot causin trouble. Aye that place. Went through there tae the lands what be filled with ghosts an' past that tae peek at the gates 'o the blood elf city itself. Mighty fancy, lemme tell ye. Got this little kitty 'ere right outta their back yard, I did. Got out too, as ye c'n see. Eh? Oh, bare twelve seasons or so I had under me belt when I took the trip. Quit lookin' at me like that - ye'd think I be lyin!
*She pats the head of a flame red lynx laying next to her. The oddly glowing golden eyes close and it starts to rumble a purr that can likely be heard across the room*
Anywho - so he says he 'eard about me wander aboot when I was just a wee tyke - an asked if'n I'd like a place. Came...saw....figured I'd stay. If'n just tae watch Syl's back, as it were. Fer a rogue...too bloody trustin'. Ye think he'd be knowin better...
*Glances to the elf in the tree with a fond smile, then downs the tankard hiding the look. Sets it down on the table*
Aye laddie there be other shyte tae tell but ye know what? It dunnae matter. Was born in the mountain like e'ery other dwarf, came out, wandered aboot an' decided I liked the sun better........fer now.
*She offers you a brew, then sits back, puts her heels up on the table edge, tipping her chair back some* I be runnin aboot Elwynn forest ye see an this elf comes up behind me - I just aboot tried tae take 'is head off, gave me such a fright - an it turned out tae be our laddie Sylaurn.... Said he'd heard aboot me trip through the lands what're crawlin' wit deadfolk what ain't dead. Yanno - still runnin aboot causin trouble. Aye that place. Went through there tae the lands what be filled with ghosts an' past that tae peek at the gates 'o the blood elf city itself. Mighty fancy, lemme tell ye. Got this little kitty 'ere right outta their back yard, I did. Got out too, as ye c'n see. Eh? Oh, bare twelve seasons or so I had under me belt when I took the trip. Quit lookin' at me like that - ye'd think I be lyin!
*She pats the head of a flame red lynx laying next to her. The oddly glowing golden eyes close and it starts to rumble a purr that can likely be heard across the room*
Anywho - so he says he 'eard about me wander aboot when I was just a wee tyke - an asked if'n I'd like a place. Came...saw....figured I'd stay. If'n just tae watch Syl's back, as it were. Fer a rogue...too bloody trustin'. Ye think he'd be knowin better...
*Glances to the elf in the tree with a fond smile, then downs the tankard hiding the look. Sets it down on the table*
Aye laddie there be other shyte tae tell but ye know what? It dunnae matter. Was born in the mountain like e'ery other dwarf, came out, wandered aboot an' decided I liked the sun better........fer now.