Post by Varracon on Aug 30, 2008 17:12:17 GMT -8
I awoke in a nameless alley in a city I didn’t know the name of; the remains of a forgotten snack lay around me. Hmm wings, hope it’s not someone I know. The sun was bright, it hurt my eye. All I knew for sure was that my head hurt. How many shots did I do last night, couldn’t remember. I peeled myself off the ground and took stock of the situation, I’m half naked, OK that’s normal. I’m covered in blood, Still normal. There’s an arrow stuck in my chest, Nor….. WHAT!! How in the hells that get there.
I ponder this new accoutrement. Arrows in the chest, while it’s not that unusual, I almost always remember to put all arrows in the pile with ALL the other arrows, claws, swords…etc. stuck in me after a hard day at work. I pull it from my massive pectoral, thinking little of it.
Meh, ‘nother arrow for the pile.
As the arrow flew into to pile, I noticed a piece of paper attached to it. Eh? Wat this? Recipe: Leather Shoes? This an ad? There a new cobbler in town? Me feet smell and need new shoes? Meh, stoopid flyers.
I go to light it as an offering to Pa’agrio and notice writing on the back..
Attention Varracon
We the Elven High Council of Anarchy reborn would like to congratulate you on your appointment to the Captaincy of the new Shield of Anarchy.
While acknowledge your commitment to the clan we worry about your mental state and hereby strongly recommend you to undergo therapy to work out some of your issues. We are concerned that you are a danger to yourself and to others around you.
You will report to the Lady Golderina Silverwind of Heine at the soonest possibility.
The High Elven Council: Zaphne, Abriel, Calladan
P.S. Don’t Eat Her!!
WHAT!!!! Wat they thinking. Me not need THERAPY!! Thems all crazy!! ::grumble grumble:: Fine me show them, Me go to therapy, show them me not crazy. Orc not a danger to self!
I grab my Grinders and look for the fur babies. Off to Heine we go.
I ponder this new accoutrement. Arrows in the chest, while it’s not that unusual, I almost always remember to put all arrows in the pile with ALL the other arrows, claws, swords…etc. stuck in me after a hard day at work. I pull it from my massive pectoral, thinking little of it.
Meh, ‘nother arrow for the pile.
As the arrow flew into to pile, I noticed a piece of paper attached to it. Eh? Wat this? Recipe: Leather Shoes? This an ad? There a new cobbler in town? Me feet smell and need new shoes? Meh, stoopid flyers.
I go to light it as an offering to Pa’agrio and notice writing on the back..
Attention Varracon
We the Elven High Council of Anarchy reborn would like to congratulate you on your appointment to the Captaincy of the new Shield of Anarchy.
While acknowledge your commitment to the clan we worry about your mental state and hereby strongly recommend you to undergo therapy to work out some of your issues. We are concerned that you are a danger to yourself and to others around you.
You will report to the Lady Golderina Silverwind of Heine at the soonest possibility.
The High Elven Council: Zaphne, Abriel, Calladan
P.S. Don’t Eat Her!!
WHAT!!!! Wat they thinking. Me not need THERAPY!! Thems all crazy!! ::grumble grumble:: Fine me show them, Me go to therapy, show them me not crazy. Orc not a danger to self!
I grab my Grinders and look for the fur babies. Off to Heine we go.