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((Quickie character piece that will make more sense if you've been tracking the upcoming World of Warcraft expansion.))
O lofty Gilneas, speak unto me!
Thy proud granite crown sits atop the Great Sea,
The envy of all other peoples who dwell
Regards our proud folk whom the Scourge could not fell!
...hm? What-AIEE!!
Mercy, you gave me a fright! Please, don't sneak up on me like that! Especially not when I'm channelling my muse!
Oh, it's alright. I suppose I've been feeling a touch apprehensive of late, and so few people come to call these days. I can't really blame them, times being what they are ... at any rate, you're certainly a brave one for coming all this way out from Duskhaven, and by yourself at that!
My name is Crispin, Crispin Daggerall. You've heard of me, surely? “When Bruiseweed Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd?” “Ode on the Death of Melody Gage, Who Fell From the Rowboat and was Eaten by Murlocs?”
...no? Hm. Well, no matter. Early obscurity is the price paid by men of literature.
Hm? Oh, yes! I'm a poet, you see. In fact, you've caught me in the midst of my latest ode. “The Glory of Gilneas!” Ahh, it'll make strong men weep when it's done! It's the first work in my nationalist period, you know.
Sorry, sorry. I'll slow down. You see, although I'm a published poet, sales of my books have been fairly, er...scant. So I thought I'd give the people what they want, and nothing's more moving than a collection of patriotic verse! Something to bolster the people's spirits, keep their minds on national pride and not-AHH!!
Did ... d-did you hear that...?
Oh, I'm so sorry ... every time I hear those brutes howling in the hills, my nerves turn near to ice. Well, I was just saying some rousing verse could hearten everyone, and ... there you go, exactly what we need to ... hearten ourselves against ...
D-D'you think they'll come any closer? The guards should be patrolling this far out. Shouldn't they? I, I swear I've seen them prowling around, out in the fields, with those ... burning eyes ...
What? All the way to the city? But I couldn't! I mean the Manor was the last thing Father left to us. Mother's buried out there, just by the cherry orchard, and the servants will be coming back soon to help drive off the wolves, they will, and...
...what?
...when?
All of them...? I ... I see ...
But I can't just leave. I've got the manor house, and ... I haven't got anything else. And I'm sure the guards will come soon. They wouldn't just abandon us, after all!
You're kind to worry. But...I don't know that I could help protect Gilneas City. I've never even killed a squirrel. I'm a writer, not a fighter, for the Light's sake!
Yes, of course I believe what I'm writing now!!
...
These ... these are difficult times ... aren't they.
Alright. Alright, then, I'll go with you. I've never really fought before ... d'you think I'll have to? Maybe they'll just need me to rouse everybody's spirits ...
((A quick note: no, things will not go well for Crispin, although he'll find he has a handy talent for hiding from nasty snarling things that want to eat him, and he'll figure out he's better with a blade than he thought. He'll also be saddled with the unfortunate moniker of 'Doggerel' when all's said and done.
((On a related note, is anyone rolling a new Alliance character on an RP server when Cataclysm hits? I haz plans.))
O lofty Gilneas, speak unto me!
Thy proud granite crown sits atop the Great Sea,
The envy of all other peoples who dwell
Regards our proud folk whom the Scourge could not fell!
...hm? What-AIEE!!
Mercy, you gave me a fright! Please, don't sneak up on me like that! Especially not when I'm channelling my muse!
Oh, it's alright. I suppose I've been feeling a touch apprehensive of late, and so few people come to call these days. I can't really blame them, times being what they are ... at any rate, you're certainly a brave one for coming all this way out from Duskhaven, and by yourself at that!
My name is Crispin, Crispin Daggerall. You've heard of me, surely? “When Bruiseweed Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd?” “Ode on the Death of Melody Gage, Who Fell From the Rowboat and was Eaten by Murlocs?”
...no? Hm. Well, no matter. Early obscurity is the price paid by men of literature.
Hm? Oh, yes! I'm a poet, you see. In fact, you've caught me in the midst of my latest ode. “The Glory of Gilneas!” Ahh, it'll make strong men weep when it's done! It's the first work in my nationalist period, you know.
Sorry, sorry. I'll slow down. You see, although I'm a published poet, sales of my books have been fairly, er...scant. So I thought I'd give the people what they want, and nothing's more moving than a collection of patriotic verse! Something to bolster the people's spirits, keep their minds on national pride and not-AHH!!
Did ... d-did you hear that...?
Oh, I'm so sorry ... every time I hear those brutes howling in the hills, my nerves turn near to ice. Well, I was just saying some rousing verse could hearten everyone, and ... there you go, exactly what we need to ... hearten ourselves against ...
D-D'you think they'll come any closer? The guards should be patrolling this far out. Shouldn't they? I, I swear I've seen them prowling around, out in the fields, with those ... burning eyes ...
What? All the way to the city? But I couldn't! I mean the Manor was the last thing Father left to us. Mother's buried out there, just by the cherry orchard, and the servants will be coming back soon to help drive off the wolves, they will, and...
...what?
...when?
All of them...? I ... I see ...
But I can't just leave. I've got the manor house, and ... I haven't got anything else. And I'm sure the guards will come soon. They wouldn't just abandon us, after all!
You're kind to worry. But...I don't know that I could help protect Gilneas City. I've never even killed a squirrel. I'm a writer, not a fighter, for the Light's sake!
Yes, of course I believe what I'm writing now!!
...
These ... these are difficult times ... aren't they.
Alright. Alright, then, I'll go with you. I've never really fought before ... d'you think I'll have to? Maybe they'll just need me to rouse everybody's spirits ...
((A quick note: no, things will not go well for Crispin, although he'll find he has a handy talent for hiding from nasty snarling things that want to eat him, and he'll figure out he's better with a blade than he thought. He'll also be saddled with the unfortunate moniker of 'Doggerel' when all's said and done.
((On a related note, is anyone rolling a new Alliance character on an RP server when Cataclysm hits? I haz plans.))