*sits in a comfy chair in front of a roaring fire, wearing a smoking jacket and sipping tea*
Greetings, Cenarion Circle! It is I, Gondorin Ragefang, perpetuator of assaults on the Horde, friend to amorous draenei and night elf ladies of loose morals, collector of lower-body garments and occasional stuffer of gnomes into said garments.
Recently, an enterprising young gnome, Discocis by name I believe, has cast scandalous and scurrilous allegations on the intentions of well-meaning worgen as it relates to the fine, upstanding and eminently respectable citizens of Gnomeregan!
I would like to say that the official position of the worgen on these allegations is one of shock and awe. *adjusts a monocle* Indeed, I have often fought at the side of gnomes to assist in the betterment of this disenfranchised species' quality of life. Fierce warriors, shadowy agents of the fel, cunning (and larcenous) entrepreneurs, I have seen all this (and more!) amongst the fine wee folk.
We worgen cannot be held responsible for the occasional predatory urge, you understand. *takes another sip of tea* We're suffering from a condition quite beyond our ability to alleviate, despite the best attempts of our own (highly advanced, I might note) alchemists, engineers, and the graciously-supplied (and gratefully accepted) assistance of the night elves. We are under the auspices of both a wolf ancient, Goldrinn by name, as well as behaviors learned over thousands of years from the Emerald Dream (oh no! We weren't slumbering that whole time!), and this, on occasion, leads to a very difficult-to-control predatory instinct that one might perhaps liken to an unevolved canine when seeing a small woodland critter scamper by.
We should note, being skilled at both olfactory readings and the interpretation of canine body language, that canines are, in fact, at that moment in time, thinking nothing more than "SQUIRREL!"
Gnomes are quite similar in size comparison to worgen as a squirrel to a dog. When one of the enterprising little scamps goes running by, it is with the utmost effort (and, admittedly, it is sometimes not enough) that we do not immediately drop to all fours and go chasing off after the rascals.
*sips tea, adjusts the monocle again*
So you must understand that while we bear the citizens of Gnomeregan no remote ill will (we are proud to call them our allies in the Grand Alliance!), on occasion our instincts get the better of us, and we might perhaps have a small nosh on a gnome. We are working diligently to analyze this instinct, as it was not native to us while still mere humans in Gilneas.
However, such analysis does require test subjects, and we can assure you that if the occasional gnome goes missing for a couple weeks at a time, he or she is treated quite well and given vigorous exercise as they run for their lives from worgen who have, in that particular test batch, failed to gain a proper handle on their predatory proclivities.
We deeply regret those who die during such studies, we want you to understand. We insure that, upon regaining our composure, all efforts are made to lay these unfortunate gnomes to rest in as dignified a manner as worgenly possible, in conjunction with whatever funds we might have on hand to contribute to any family members of the deceased by way of apology.
We're working for a Better Tomorrow (tm) for Gnome/Worgen Relations! In most cases, we are able to happily sit side by side, sipping a drink of our choice (*sips tea again*) and regaling each other with tales of heroism, humor, and, for those so inclined, harlotry.
We eagerly look forward to these opportunities to engage our beloved gnome allies.
We likewise eagerly relish the unfortunate incidents where said gnomes are consumed, but note afterward our crippling remorse. As previously noted, we are working with all diligence to remove these urges, or bring them reliably under control.
But of course, you understand our situation, and we're certain that you can sympathize with our occasional inability to avoid the worst of occurrences. We work hard to minimize said occurrences, but it must be noted, good friends, that we are, in fact, imperfect and only mortal (well, those of us who aren't already undead; I'd say to take it up with the source of that, but he was rather handily dismantled at his throne shortly after his sword was shattered...), and on occasion we will make mistakes.
Thank you for listening, and... For The Alliance.
Indeed.
*sips tea again*
Greetings, Cenarion Circle! It is I, Gondorin Ragefang, perpetuator of assaults on the Horde, friend to amorous draenei and night elf ladies of loose morals, collector of lower-body garments and occasional stuffer of gnomes into said garments.
Recently, an enterprising young gnome, Discocis by name I believe, has cast scandalous and scurrilous allegations on the intentions of well-meaning worgen as it relates to the fine, upstanding and eminently respectable citizens of Gnomeregan!
I would like to say that the official position of the worgen on these allegations is one of shock and awe. *adjusts a monocle* Indeed, I have often fought at the side of gnomes to assist in the betterment of this disenfranchised species' quality of life. Fierce warriors, shadowy agents of the fel, cunning (and larcenous) entrepreneurs, I have seen all this (and more!) amongst the fine wee folk.
We worgen cannot be held responsible for the occasional predatory urge, you understand. *takes another sip of tea* We're suffering from a condition quite beyond our ability to alleviate, despite the best attempts of our own (highly advanced, I might note) alchemists, engineers, and the graciously-supplied (and gratefully accepted) assistance of the night elves. We are under the auspices of both a wolf ancient, Goldrinn by name, as well as behaviors learned over thousands of years from the Emerald Dream (oh no! We weren't slumbering that whole time!), and this, on occasion, leads to a very difficult-to-control predatory instinct that one might perhaps liken to an unevolved canine when seeing a small woodland critter scamper by.
We should note, being skilled at both olfactory readings and the interpretation of canine body language, that canines are, in fact, at that moment in time, thinking nothing more than "SQUIRREL!"
Gnomes are quite similar in size comparison to worgen as a squirrel to a dog. When one of the enterprising little scamps goes running by, it is with the utmost effort (and, admittedly, it is sometimes not enough) that we do not immediately drop to all fours and go chasing off after the rascals.
*sips tea, adjusts the monocle again*
So you must understand that while we bear the citizens of Gnomeregan no remote ill will (we are proud to call them our allies in the Grand Alliance!), on occasion our instincts get the better of us, and we might perhaps have a small nosh on a gnome. We are working diligently to analyze this instinct, as it was not native to us while still mere humans in Gilneas.
However, such analysis does require test subjects, and we can assure you that if the occasional gnome goes missing for a couple weeks at a time, he or she is treated quite well and given vigorous exercise as they run for their lives from worgen who have, in that particular test batch, failed to gain a proper handle on their predatory proclivities.
We deeply regret those who die during such studies, we want you to understand. We insure that, upon regaining our composure, all efforts are made to lay these unfortunate gnomes to rest in as dignified a manner as worgenly possible, in conjunction with whatever funds we might have on hand to contribute to any family members of the deceased by way of apology.
We're working for a Better Tomorrow (tm) for Gnome/Worgen Relations! In most cases, we are able to happily sit side by side, sipping a drink of our choice (*sips tea again*) and regaling each other with tales of heroism, humor, and, for those so inclined, harlotry.
We eagerly look forward to these opportunities to engage our beloved gnome allies.
We likewise eagerly relish the unfortunate incidents where said gnomes are consumed, but note afterward our crippling remorse. As previously noted, we are working with all diligence to remove these urges, or bring them reliably under control.
But of course, you understand our situation, and we're certain that you can sympathize with our occasional inability to avoid the worst of occurrences. We work hard to minimize said occurrences, but it must be noted, good friends, that we are, in fact, imperfect and only mortal (well, those of us who aren't already undead; I'd say to take it up with the source of that, but he was rather handily dismantled at his throne shortly after his sword was shattered...), and on occasion we will make mistakes.
Thank you for listening, and... For The Alliance.
Indeed.
*sips tea again*
