Post by Cayreth on Jul 5, 2007 21:39:52 GMT -5
((My healer recruitment post from the WoW forums))
Guard 1: Look at that night elf. What does he think he's doing?
Guard 2: Looks like he's glueing something to the Cathedral wall. Is he allowed to do that?
The two guards exchange looks and walk up to the night elf. Guard 1 draws his sword and taps the elf on the back of his right shoulder. Sylaurn turns around.
Sylaurn: May I help you?
Guard 1: Displaying soliciting messages on the Cathedral walls is against the rules. By the order of Bolvar Fordragon, you are required to pay a fine of ten gold coins.
Sylaurn eyes the guard.
Sylaurn: What if I refuse?
Guard 2: Then we shall seize you and place you under arrest.
Sylaurn: Arrest?
Guard 1 raises his sword and points its tip at Sylaurn's neck.
Guard 1: Are you pretending to be stupid or deaf? Remove your note off the wall and pay the fine at once.
Sylaurn turns around and removes the note. Guard 2 snatches the note out of his hands. Guard 1 lowers his sword and leans in closer. The note reads:
"My friends, these are dangerous times. Without question, as followers of the light, you have heard of The Dark Portal and Lord Illidan. A band of adventurers has stepped through the portal but found themselves in peril. Many of us have no knowledge of the Light or its workings to bring health to our bretheren. We call out for your aid. The path I am calling you to is one full of dangers but I appeal to your true nature as followers of the Light to aid those in battle against the Burning Legion. Should you feel compelled to join us, walk out into Elwynn Forest and whisper my name. The trees will carry the forest whispers.
~Sylaurn"
The guards look up, slightly puzzled. Sylaurn holds out his hand and drops ten gold coins on top of the note.
Guard 1, still slightly puzzled: You are dismissed, night elf. Stay out of trouble. We are watching you.
Sylaurns nods and takes a step back, dissolving in shadows.
Guard 1 collects the coins and unties his purse. He looks up at guard 2 with a confused look.
Guard 1: Bensle, how much gold did we spend on ale last night? I thought we agreed to limit our alcohol spendings this month.
Guard 2 thinks a little and shrugs: I don't know.... last night is all fuzzy for me.
...
Meanwhile, scratching his head, a young priest stands in front of a note glued to the wall of the main sanctuary. The note caught his eyes as he was on his way to unlock the front doors of the Cathedral. The priest looks around and re-reads the note.......
"Sylaurn" quietly escapes his lips.
Guard 1: Look at that night elf. What does he think he's doing?
Guard 2: Looks like he's glueing something to the Cathedral wall. Is he allowed to do that?
The two guards exchange looks and walk up to the night elf. Guard 1 draws his sword and taps the elf on the back of his right shoulder. Sylaurn turns around.
Sylaurn: May I help you?
Guard 1: Displaying soliciting messages on the Cathedral walls is against the rules. By the order of Bolvar Fordragon, you are required to pay a fine of ten gold coins.
Sylaurn eyes the guard.
Sylaurn: What if I refuse?
Guard 2: Then we shall seize you and place you under arrest.
Sylaurn: Arrest?
Guard 1 raises his sword and points its tip at Sylaurn's neck.
Guard 1: Are you pretending to be stupid or deaf? Remove your note off the wall and pay the fine at once.
Sylaurn turns around and removes the note. Guard 2 snatches the note out of his hands. Guard 1 lowers his sword and leans in closer. The note reads:
"My friends, these are dangerous times. Without question, as followers of the light, you have heard of The Dark Portal and Lord Illidan. A band of adventurers has stepped through the portal but found themselves in peril. Many of us have no knowledge of the Light or its workings to bring health to our bretheren. We call out for your aid. The path I am calling you to is one full of dangers but I appeal to your true nature as followers of the Light to aid those in battle against the Burning Legion. Should you feel compelled to join us, walk out into Elwynn Forest and whisper my name. The trees will carry the forest whispers.
~Sylaurn"
The guards look up, slightly puzzled. Sylaurn holds out his hand and drops ten gold coins on top of the note.
Guard 1, still slightly puzzled: You are dismissed, night elf. Stay out of trouble. We are watching you.
Sylaurns nods and takes a step back, dissolving in shadows.
Guard 1 collects the coins and unties his purse. He looks up at guard 2 with a confused look.
Guard 1: Bensle, how much gold did we spend on ale last night? I thought we agreed to limit our alcohol spendings this month.
Guard 2 thinks a little and shrugs: I don't know.... last night is all fuzzy for me.
...
Meanwhile, scratching his head, a young priest stands in front of a note glued to the wall of the main sanctuary. The note caught his eyes as he was on his way to unlock the front doors of the Cathedral. The priest looks around and re-reads the note.......
"Sylaurn" quietly escapes his lips.