Looking for opinions from the RP community. Here is my first installment. Please be gentle! <3
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Being a young elf, I do not trek very far outside of my village. Today, I must travel to an abandoned village nearby, to seek Gaerolas. As I run down the stone road, the sounds and smells of the forest fill my senses. I am reminded of my parents, now gone. Just West of the trail, I see a Satyr. He beckons me over.
"G'day, Night Elf." he says with a sneer. "The name's Zenn." He fakes a smile with his yellow, rotting teeth. He has claws on his hands, long and pointy. I bow to him, and see that the fur on his legs grows thick and ragged over his hooved feet. The North wind blows and I smell the Satyr's foul odor violate my airways. As I stand back up to face him, I see he has two long, curved horns growing out of the top of his head.
"I am Eloranan." I reply in the most casual, friendly tone I can produce.
"You are of the Shadowglen, I presume?" he asks. I nod.
"Eager for work, yes?" Everyone knows young night elves are put through much trial and training so they can eventually go to battle for their people. I had heard stories of the the War of the Satyr, so I continued to listen to what this vile creature had to ask.
"You see, Elonoran, I can make you very happy and provide you with things you never dreamed of having. But in order for that to happen, you must bring me a few... things." the demon smiled, cunningly.
Remember, I am a very young night elf, so naiveness is commonplace. "I'm listening." I replied. Still trying to be ever so cautious, but curiosity was getting the best of me. He requests items that seem harmless, quite simple to get. Some owl feathers, a little spider silk; all for a small reward, he promises.
I agreed to his request and set out into the forests of Dolanaar. Collecting the items was so simple, in fact, that I began to wonder why this Satyr couldn't have gathered these himself. Why did he seem to need my help?
I return to Zenn, a short time later, items in hand. "Have you been a busy little bee, Elonoran? I've been waiting for you to bring me what I need." he asks, sounded ruffled, impatient.
"I have brought the items you requested, Zenn." I answer. I watched as his face turned from slight anger to delight. He yanks the collection from my hands, tosses me a single silver, then promptly turns and sprints off into the woods.
I walk back to the stone road, slightly furious at the rudeness of this demon. The events that just took place roll over and over in my head, I try to determine why this Satyr, Zenn, wanted me to collect such menial items. With any luck, I'll not see that Satyr again and no one will be the wiser.
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Being a young elf, I do not trek very far outside of my village. Today, I must travel to an abandoned village nearby, to seek Gaerolas. As I run down the stone road, the sounds and smells of the forest fill my senses. I am reminded of my parents, now gone. Just West of the trail, I see a Satyr. He beckons me over.
"G'day, Night Elf." he says with a sneer. "The name's Zenn." He fakes a smile with his yellow, rotting teeth. He has claws on his hands, long and pointy. I bow to him, and see that the fur on his legs grows thick and ragged over his hooved feet. The North wind blows and I smell the Satyr's foul odor violate my airways. As I stand back up to face him, I see he has two long, curved horns growing out of the top of his head.
"I am Eloranan." I reply in the most casual, friendly tone I can produce.
"You are of the Shadowglen, I presume?" he asks. I nod.
"Eager for work, yes?" Everyone knows young night elves are put through much trial and training so they can eventually go to battle for their people. I had heard stories of the the War of the Satyr, so I continued to listen to what this vile creature had to ask.
"You see, Elonoran, I can make you very happy and provide you with things you never dreamed of having. But in order for that to happen, you must bring me a few... things." the demon smiled, cunningly.
Remember, I am a very young night elf, so naiveness is commonplace. "I'm listening." I replied. Still trying to be ever so cautious, but curiosity was getting the best of me. He requests items that seem harmless, quite simple to get. Some owl feathers, a little spider silk; all for a small reward, he promises.
I agreed to his request and set out into the forests of Dolanaar. Collecting the items was so simple, in fact, that I began to wonder why this Satyr couldn't have gathered these himself. Why did he seem to need my help?
I return to Zenn, a short time later, items in hand. "Have you been a busy little bee, Elonoran? I've been waiting for you to bring me what I need." he asks, sounded ruffled, impatient.
"I have brought the items you requested, Zenn." I answer. I watched as his face turned from slight anger to delight. He yanks the collection from my hands, tosses me a single silver, then promptly turns and sprints off into the woods.
I walk back to the stone road, slightly furious at the rudeness of this demon. The events that just took place roll over and over in my head, I try to determine why this Satyr, Zenn, wanted me to collect such menial items. With any luck, I'll not see that Satyr again and no one will be the wiser.
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