((I'm transferring posts to our new site and this archived thread was just too good not to share again. This was originally written by Imperon after we planned a gnomish attack on him.))
As far as mortals went, Gentyl was by far one of the most memorable. It was not that Imperon ever truly forgot a mortal. But if you ever told them why you remembered them ("the mole on your chin" "the fact that your laugh broke a window") they tended to get flustered. It had been established long ago that it was best to pretend to forget mortals if it had been over about a year since you'd last seen them.
Of course it led to the idea that the Showdahs didn't *care* about mortals, but such was the price of not angering mortals every other word.
It had also been discovered that being seen as a reserved, somewhat cold immortal was better than being seen as lacking in politeness (a word describing social supported dishonesty which most mortal cultures possessed in some fashion).
All of this ran through Imperon's head in about the time it took his familiar, Dissident (currently posing as a large stallion) to pass completely through one of the portecculis' which led to the Valley of Heroes at the edge of Stormwind City.
Parts of his mind protested, but Imperon forced himself back on track. Gentyl was quite memorable in that she had little to no perception of how stupid it was to *annoy* a Showdah.
Part of that problem could be laid at Imperon's own feet. Unlike mortals such as Ehlina or that Florist fellow, Imperon had never really taken Gentyl to task her supposition that she was somehow equal in any fashion to himself.
As such she had had the audacity to summon him here to ask for his help. She never summoned him to thank him for helping her...only to ask for more help. It was quite probably time to take her to task for this breech of etiquette.
On his way to the meeting spot, Imperon had noticed an overabundance of gnomes. In fact, dealing in rough numbers, a month ago he'd passed this way (well, the other way, as he was entering Stormwind at that time) and had observed six gnomes between the gates of Stormwind and the Mage's Quarter.
Now, passing from the Mage's Quarter to the gates, he had observed precisely twenty-seven gnomes. An increase, percentage wise, of 450%
This led Imperon to think of how the number he'd arrived at could be reduced to include half a gnome. Of course at any time if you have a whole gnome, it's likely that they're doing something to reduce themselves to a few half gnomes.
Imperon cursed his mind. Over twenty years since his battle with Caddug and he still hadn't put everything back together in his mind.
And she's late.
"Lord Imperon, I'm over here."
Or standing on the other side of of the bridge, that's possible too.
It was a request for aid, as usual. Seemed that Gentyl's followers had been seeking relics in all parts of the world. Holy relics, apparently. It made Imperon's eyebrows raise. Why mortals insisted on seeking such objects was beyond him.
Either an item was not truly holy, and a mortal could touch it, or an object was holy, and any mortal stupid enough to touch it was struck dead instantly. There was no middle ground where holiness was concerned.
The story Gentyl told quickly confirmed something for Imperon. She was not seeking anything holy, although she probably believed she was. Rather, she was seeking something with mortals venerated.
Quite a difference. Venerated objects don't cook you from the inside out. Venerated objects Imperon could deal with, holy relics he, and all Showdahs, left strictly alone. There was no need to see exactly how far immortality went.
She was still talking. Why did mortals think everything needed such long explanations? She wanted him to help her find these relics.
Ah, finally, she began to wrap up. Would he help her?
"I will search for these objects. I simply need all information you possess on their locations and properties." That was a good answer. He'd made no promises concerning the items other than that he'd look for them. No promises, or even any suggestions that he'd do anything with them.
Of course, if he chose to take them from where they currently were, he hadn't promised to give them to Gentyl or even tell her that he'd found them.
If any of the relics were truly holy, it would be far better to toss them into a volcano than risk mortal lives. Mortals, so abyssmally stupid when it came to relics. Your god tells you to carry the damn thing on poles, and you put it in an ox cart, brilliant. No surprise when that went sour.
There's more gnomes...the damn things must be having a convention. Piroth alone could turn the Ocheliad's rec room into something combining the worst elements of gladiatorial combat, flirting and a food fight. The very thought of what twenty or more of the things would do to his tower....
As far as mortals went, Gentyl was by far one of the most memorable. It was not that Imperon ever truly forgot a mortal. But if you ever told them why you remembered them ("the mole on your chin" "the fact that your laugh broke a window") they tended to get flustered. It had been established long ago that it was best to pretend to forget mortals if it had been over about a year since you'd last seen them.
Of course it led to the idea that the Showdahs didn't *care* about mortals, but such was the price of not angering mortals every other word.
It had also been discovered that being seen as a reserved, somewhat cold immortal was better than being seen as lacking in politeness (a word describing social supported dishonesty which most mortal cultures possessed in some fashion).
All of this ran through Imperon's head in about the time it took his familiar, Dissident (currently posing as a large stallion) to pass completely through one of the portecculis' which led to the Valley of Heroes at the edge of Stormwind City.
Parts of his mind protested, but Imperon forced himself back on track. Gentyl was quite memorable in that she had little to no perception of how stupid it was to *annoy* a Showdah.
Part of that problem could be laid at Imperon's own feet. Unlike mortals such as Ehlina or that Florist fellow, Imperon had never really taken Gentyl to task her supposition that she was somehow equal in any fashion to himself.
As such she had had the audacity to summon him here to ask for his help. She never summoned him to thank him for helping her...only to ask for more help. It was quite probably time to take her to task for this breech of etiquette.
On his way to the meeting spot, Imperon had noticed an overabundance of gnomes. In fact, dealing in rough numbers, a month ago he'd passed this way (well, the other way, as he was entering Stormwind at that time) and had observed six gnomes between the gates of Stormwind and the Mage's Quarter.
Now, passing from the Mage's Quarter to the gates, he had observed precisely twenty-seven gnomes. An increase, percentage wise, of 450%
This led Imperon to think of how the number he'd arrived at could be reduced to include half a gnome. Of course at any time if you have a whole gnome, it's likely that they're doing something to reduce themselves to a few half gnomes.
Imperon cursed his mind. Over twenty years since his battle with Caddug and he still hadn't put everything back together in his mind.
And she's late.
"Lord Imperon, I'm over here."
Or standing on the other side of of the bridge, that's possible too.
It was a request for aid, as usual. Seemed that Gentyl's followers had been seeking relics in all parts of the world. Holy relics, apparently. It made Imperon's eyebrows raise. Why mortals insisted on seeking such objects was beyond him.
Either an item was not truly holy, and a mortal could touch it, or an object was holy, and any mortal stupid enough to touch it was struck dead instantly. There was no middle ground where holiness was concerned.
The story Gentyl told quickly confirmed something for Imperon. She was not seeking anything holy, although she probably believed she was. Rather, she was seeking something with mortals venerated.
Quite a difference. Venerated objects don't cook you from the inside out. Venerated objects Imperon could deal with, holy relics he, and all Showdahs, left strictly alone. There was no need to see exactly how far immortality went.
She was still talking. Why did mortals think everything needed such long explanations? She wanted him to help her find these relics.
Ah, finally, she began to wrap up. Would he help her?
"I will search for these objects. I simply need all information you possess on their locations and properties." That was a good answer. He'd made no promises concerning the items other than that he'd look for them. No promises, or even any suggestions that he'd do anything with them.
Of course, if he chose to take them from where they currently were, he hadn't promised to give them to Gentyl or even tell her that he'd found them.
If any of the relics were truly holy, it would be far better to toss them into a volcano than risk mortal lives. Mortals, so abyssmally stupid when it came to relics. Your god tells you to carry the damn thing on poles, and you put it in an ox cart, brilliant. No surprise when that went sour.
There's more gnomes...the damn things must be having a convention. Piroth alone could turn the Ocheliad's rec room into something combining the worst elements of gladiatorial combat, flirting and a food fight. The very thought of what twenty or more of the things would do to his tower....
