Jean Dawnveil had always been small.
Before he learned that confidence mattered more than size, it got him picked on, and beaten up pretty much anytime his older brother Jace wasn't lookin' out for him, which couldn't be always.
Too large of a mouth with too weak of a body to back it up.
Magic never came his way, neither.
So it came as no surprise he spent most of his young life lookin' up to Lexaus, the Farstrider in the family. 'Course, size was a problem there, too. Even as he was edgin' up to sixty, he was too small for most bows, and too broke to have one custom fit.
That's why he regarded it as somethin' of a miracle when Jaceron gifted him his very first gun. They were a relatively recent, Dwarven invention, and the Paladin had picked out a flintlock pistol for the still-growing Jean.
It was somethin' like firin' a grenade through a short barrel, so long as whatever you were shootin' wasn't too far away. From there, it wasn't long before the kid moved onto shotguns, rifles, whatever sort of firearm he could get his hands on.
Even still, he couldn't shake that feeling of respect for his brother, that sort of awe everytime he saw a bow. So as soon as he built up the strength for it, he started practicing with them, too. Became something of a sharpshooter with the bow, too.
Still, no matter his feelings over the matter, you just couldn't beat the presentation of cold, explosive steel.
So for Jean Dawnveil to go and dig out Lexaus' bow and Farstrider regalia meant he meant business, now. Sure, a gun was impressive, but a bow was silent. Efficient. And he could hit a target dead-on from a long range.
Besides, that display of shruggin' off his bullets the other day put him in a real foul mood. Foul enough to pull some strings, barter some Lightforge Iron off a supplier who worked with the Argents.
Sure, touchin' it made his hands feel like they were on fire, but that was good.
See, as soon as he got his hands on that metal - well, first off, he got himself some thick gloves. Not that it helped much. Just bein' around the stuff stung somethin' fierce. But after that, he set about forging the metal into arrowheads.
After a few hours of workin' with the metal, he started to get an idea as to what it'd like to be shot by one.
Next on the list was getting a thicker quiver, and maybe writin' up a pamphlet or two to copy and pass out.
So Jean got to writin', and soon enough, he had posters nailed up in every major Horde - and some neutral and Alliance - city within just a few days.
"HELP WANTED.
As always, Da Doctas continue to recruit new healers and protectors.
PRIESTS and PALADINS are in extra demand, however, of healer or combat-oriented variety.
Anyone with an affinity for the Light will receive a bonus upon receiving their first pay, provided they attend the clinic as a healer or a protector.
For details and applications, see the Head Protector, Jean Dawnveil."
"Bounty:
Filraen.
Sin'dorei Death Knight.
Wanted dead for disrupting the peace in Orgrimmar, attacking patients at a clinic, and attempting kidnapping.
Recommended use of the Light. Consider kill on sight. Do not bother attempting to reason.
See Jean Dawnveil with the man's head for your reward."
Before he learned that confidence mattered more than size, it got him picked on, and beaten up pretty much anytime his older brother Jace wasn't lookin' out for him, which couldn't be always.
Too large of a mouth with too weak of a body to back it up.
Magic never came his way, neither.
So it came as no surprise he spent most of his young life lookin' up to Lexaus, the Farstrider in the family. 'Course, size was a problem there, too. Even as he was edgin' up to sixty, he was too small for most bows, and too broke to have one custom fit.
That's why he regarded it as somethin' of a miracle when Jaceron gifted him his very first gun. They were a relatively recent, Dwarven invention, and the Paladin had picked out a flintlock pistol for the still-growing Jean.
It was somethin' like firin' a grenade through a short barrel, so long as whatever you were shootin' wasn't too far away. From there, it wasn't long before the kid moved onto shotguns, rifles, whatever sort of firearm he could get his hands on.
Even still, he couldn't shake that feeling of respect for his brother, that sort of awe everytime he saw a bow. So as soon as he built up the strength for it, he started practicing with them, too. Became something of a sharpshooter with the bow, too.
Still, no matter his feelings over the matter, you just couldn't beat the presentation of cold, explosive steel.
So for Jean Dawnveil to go and dig out Lexaus' bow and Farstrider regalia meant he meant business, now. Sure, a gun was impressive, but a bow was silent. Efficient. And he could hit a target dead-on from a long range.
Besides, that display of shruggin' off his bullets the other day put him in a real foul mood. Foul enough to pull some strings, barter some Lightforge Iron off a supplier who worked with the Argents.
Sure, touchin' it made his hands feel like they were on fire, but that was good.
See, as soon as he got his hands on that metal - well, first off, he got himself some thick gloves. Not that it helped much. Just bein' around the stuff stung somethin' fierce. But after that, he set about forging the metal into arrowheads.
After a few hours of workin' with the metal, he started to get an idea as to what it'd like to be shot by one.
Next on the list was getting a thicker quiver, and maybe writin' up a pamphlet or two to copy and pass out.
So Jean got to writin', and soon enough, he had posters nailed up in every major Horde - and some neutral and Alliance - city within just a few days.
"HELP WANTED.
As always, Da Doctas continue to recruit new healers and protectors.
PRIESTS and PALADINS are in extra demand, however, of healer or combat-oriented variety.
Anyone with an affinity for the Light will receive a bonus upon receiving their first pay, provided they attend the clinic as a healer or a protector.
For details and applications, see the Head Protector, Jean Dawnveil."
"Bounty:
Filraen.
Sin'dorei Death Knight.
Wanted dead for disrupting the peace in Orgrimmar, attacking patients at a clinic, and attempting kidnapping.
Recommended use of the Light. Consider kill on sight. Do not bother attempting to reason.
See Jean Dawnveil with the man's head for your reward."
Edited by Jean on 8/2/2012 12:43 AM PDT
