Just little chuckles in WoW

Xira: Where would you guys say is best for fishing?
Gypsy: In water works well.

A drunken Gortek, assisted by an amused Kelsar and a concerned Eleora

Eleora: *quietly* But I can’t leave Gortek here..
Gortek shitsh and grinsh like a kid.
Kelsar: Upsa-daisy Gor.

Somebody mistakenly requested a tank, OOC in the Blood Pact channel.

Gortek: I sed it before, gimme sum iron plates and I can make yer a tank. ‘Ow much water yer wont it ta ‘old?

While riding past Light’s Hope, in the plaguelands

Caretaker Alen says: I come from the land down under… where women plague and men sunder.

When whispered by a non-RPer, a dreaded lolatron. And whadya know, it worked.

Xira: ((Ach, non-roleplayer! Begone foul fiend from beyond the nether!))
Lippsen: kk

Castanea’s entry at the Poetry Contest

There was a gnome at the Auction House
Who was eager to buy a mouse
But they were sold out
So he left there without
And had to find another kind of spouse.

To Snowy,

The Cap’in said you might be needing my talents, so I stuck together this belt for you from what he brought back from the Screaming Caverns.

Why do they call them that again? The Cap’in did not make you scream did he?
We get enough from Makala.

Stay safe Sister,

Mandible.

Thank ye! That’sh the besht preshent evar that ain’t been given by me precious Mak.

Must…resist…urge…to…drink…now.
Must…resist…urge…to…have…it…mass…produced.
Ahem… Not sure why I am writin’ me thoguhts down on paper but ye know.
Thanks again me friend. Ye mean the world to me.

Mr S.

Overheard Jinxa Sen’co and some friends in the Crossroads. 01/07/06

Makala thanks Hula’mahi.
Makala smiles at Korran.
Makala: Hail Korran.. do you have any errands for me?
Jinxa: Nah, tell me..
Sherincal: No.. a don know how dey call the blind troll…
Dreadnaut: By his name…
Jinxa bonks her own noggin. Doh!
Sherincal: Jinx… save meh..
Jinxa: save meh…
Sherincal: ah can’t silence people yet ya know
Jinxa cries.
Hizazan yells: What da ‘ell!?
Sherincal: … well he is smaller compared now

A meeting between Bunji, ambassador of the Covenant, and Kelfezond in The Gallows’ End Tavern; I served and managed to scribble some notes -  01/07/06

MK’R

Bunji: Are you ssure? Sshe sservess exquissite ssnackss I heard.
Kelfezond smiles.
Kelfezond: I’ll pass thank you.
Bunji: Ass you wissh.
Kelfezond chews lightly on his [Large Bear Bone]
Bunji raises an eyebrow.
Kelfezond: Have a habit of chewing this.
Kelfezond laughs.
Bunji: Ssharpening your teeth?
Bunji grins wickedly.
Kelfezond: It’s like smoking, I’ve got a habit of doing that to
Kelfezond: Oh and cracking my knuckles …
Kelfezond cracks his knuckles.
Kelfezond grins wickedly.
Kelfezond: I get addicted very quickly to almost anything
Kelfezond: Bad weakness
Bunji: I’m ssure you do. But we’re dwindling. Might there be a way the covenant could be of help if there cannot be an alliance?
Kelfezond: I highly doubt it
Kelfezond: But we thank you for your time
Bunji: I ssee.
Kelfezond: Send my regards to Graktar

01 July 2006

Gernajin: What be ya problem den?
Gormisa: Some Humie came up to me and hit me in the head!
Gernajin: Ah ‘ope ya bopped ‘im on da ‘ead back.
Gormisa yawns.
Gernajin: Can’t let dem buggahs get away wid fings like dat.
Gormisa: Too tall!
Gormisa: Wait
Gormisa: Do Humies have long ears?
Gernajin: Nah usually.
Gormisa: Den who have biggie ears?
Lyridia: Trolls…
Gormisa: That would want to whack Gormisa!
Echyael: R-abbits. <giggles>
Gernajin: Them Elfeh wankahs ‘ave pointeh ears.
Gormisa: No, wasn’t a troll!
Gormisa: Elfeh?
Gormisa looks confused.
Gernajin: Dem Elfehs.. ya know.. dey normally be nekkid.
Echyael holds back laughter.
Gernajin: N’ Dancing’ .. always wid da dancin’.
Gormisa gasps
Gormisa: Gormisa knows nothing!
Gormisa dances
Gernajin: Gah, keel it!

Garkon: Umm, we as a guild in general?
Syilla: Yes..
Syilla: The boldbloods want more blood… and now they have friends..
Garkon: What kind of trouble if it is not a problem?
Garkon: Again?

Officer Mishakur: Evidence?
Makala: It’s been destroyed?
Officer Mishakur lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Officer Mishakur: Curses. Not to be helped I suppose.
Makala: If you do wish for evidence, I’m sure I can have someone sketch the..damage he caused to me.
Makala: Not that I think you’ll get a chance to use any information you do obtain.
Officer Mishakur: We have seen plenty of examples of his handywork.
Makala: He commited several offences in a few days..
Makala: Each one closer together..he’s escalating and soon..
Makala: He’ll make a mistake.
Officer Mishakur nods.
Officer Mishakur: And we shall be waiting.
Makala laughs at Officer Mishakur.
Makala: You?
Officer Mishakur kneels down.
Makala: What use have your..organisation been against any of the recent threats?
Officer Mishakur: You doubt us and our abilities?
Officer Mishakur: Typical civilians.
Makala: Murders commited in the city of Orgrimmar..
Makala: Anyone..
Officer Mishakur: No idea what goes on behind the scenes.
Makala: Civilian?
Makala pulls down her bandana to reveal a small badge.
Makala: Recognise this?
Officer Mishakur: You’ve served your time in the military I see.
Officer Mishakur nods.
Makala: Military?
Officer Mishakur: Contacts with the underworld eh?
Makala: I guess you could call it that.
Officer Mishakur writes something on his notepad.
Officer Mishakur: You class your own organisation as the underworld?
Officer Mishakur: Let me see that.
Officer Mishakur kneels down.
Officer Mishakur looks closely.
Makala displays the badge.
Officer Mishakur: I passed the test Tauren.
Makala reties her mask.

Officer Mishakur: The O.I.S.F has solved more murders and crimes than you would guess.
Officer Mishakur raises an eyebrow at Officer Mishakur.
Makala: If you insist.
Officer Mishakur: ‘Ori’ will be brought to justice.
Makala: Sure he will..
Officer Mishakur: And he will see that the Justice of the Horde is swift and brutal.
Makala shakes her head.
Officer Mishakur: One last thing. Your sword, may I see it?
Makala: I’ll believe that when I see it.
Makala: You may not.
Officer Mishakur: I recognise the workmanship in it.
Makala: Possibly, you do.
Makala: Weaponsmiths turn out hundreds of these every year.
Makala smiles at Officer Mishakur.
Makala: At least the best do.
Officer Mishakur: That is a weaponsmith I recognise.
Officer Mishakur: I have a vested interest in weapons, comes with the job.
Officer Mishakur: I have not seen a rapier of that quality for some time.
Makala studies Officer Mishakur thoughtfully.
Makala holds out her blade.
Officer Mishakur takes the blade in both hands and inspects it.
Officer Mishakur: Ah yes. As I thought.
Officer Mishakur wraps his hand round the tip and bends it back so it’s sticking up.
Makala stares Officer Mishakur down.
Officer Mishakur: Here you go.
Officer Mishakur passes the blade back.
Officer Mishakur: Point a weapon at me and I will bend you in half. Citizen.
Makala: Citizen?
Makala stares Officer Mishakur down.
Makala: Who are you to call me that?
Makala: You’ve seen the badge..
Makala: Surely your supervisors expl..
Officer Mishakur: What?
Makala: Ah..maybe you’re not quite trusted enough yet..
Makala smirks slyly at Officer Mishakur.
Makala: Nothing..
Officer Mishakur: A badge means little, actions, deed and merit do.
Makala: Go back about your business..
Makala: A badge is earned by actions.
Makala stares Officer Mishakur down.
Officer Mishakur snorts.
Officer Mishakur: Thank you for your help citizen.
Makala raises an eyebrow at Officer Mishakur.
Officer Mishakur: Oh, and if you see Captain Smite
Makala: What of the Captain?
Makala nods politely at Officer Mishakur.
Officer Mishakur: Tell him that the O.I.S.F. is not after him, that the bounty on his head is rendered null and void.
Makala: You’d do best to remind a certain..centurion of that..
Makala: I assume he hasn’t already been demoted.
Officer Mishakur: Centurion Proximos is under investigation.
Officer Mishakur: He is not, nor would ever be part of the O.I.S.F.
Makala: I’m not implying that he is.
Makala: Merely that he’s an officer of Thrall’s..and bringing dishonour to the Horde.
Makala waves her hand at Officer Mishakur.
Makala: About your business now.. officer.
Officer Mishakur: One of the many things were are investigating.
Officer Mishakur: Oh one last thing
Makala stares Officer Mishakur down.
Officer Mishakur: If you with hold any information from us about the criminals activities.
Makala raises an eyebrow at Officer Mishakur.
Officer Mishakur: You will be classed as a suspect. And treated accordingly.
Makala: The people who need to know, know, Officer.
Officer Mishakur: You had better get your back scratcher fixed Miss.
Makala: Officer..
Makala slips her hand into her bag.
Makala: A.. gift..
Makala throws up some [Blinding Powder]
Officer Mishakur: Gah!
Makala blows a kiss to Officer Mishakur.
Officer Mishakur: Very unwise Miss Ke’Reni

13 November 2006 

Mandible: “The voyage we’ll form together Mak, will make all gaze in awe… just like they should when they see ye.’ *shrugs*
Mandible: He seemed to be very happy when he handed it to me.
Makala smiles to herself.
Makala: Thank you Mandible.
Mandible: Your magics must be powerful indeed, to tame someone like him. Be wawrned though…his past hides many dark secrets, some of which might best remain buried like unfound treasure. Good night.
Mandible bows.
Makala: Mandible.. Smite is a treasure indeed. And no matter what his past hides, it’s the future that matters now.
Mandible nods slowly.
Mandible: Yes… he used to live in the present all the time… that is what alcohol does to you. now he looks to his future and smiles his first warm smile in years.
Mandible sweeps out of the door into the rain.
Mandible: Good night My la….no, perhaps… ‘My Captain’. *smiles*
Makala hums happily.

I started serving Syilla Blackheart, as her hand maiden, messenger and general servant, back in the early days, before the Covenant was reborn as The Sanctuary. 

Recent notes:

03/10/07 – Tonight she was spotted in the warlock’s rooms, in Murder Row. Speaking to a red headed elf, who summoned a demon, a voidwalker called Zhar’Vug. She summoned him in the name of House Verdandi. I haven’t heard much of this house, I must speak to Mistwhisper, Singsong and the other lordlings.

Syilla: And how do you know of me… more importantly, What do you know of me..

Posei: Oh, now you are just insulting me.
Posei: Your taste, of course.
Syilla: Take it as you wish.
Posei blinks at Syilla
Posei grins wickedly at Syilla
Posei kicks the silly imp into oblivion
Posei: Zhar’Vug! Come forth! House Verdandi demands your service!
Posei nods at Zhar’vhug.
Posei: Now where was I?..
Posei: Oh yes.
Posei: Your taste.
Posei: You are…
Syilla: You didn’t explain why you and someone else thought me dead..
Posei once more places her index finger at the tip of her tongue
Posei: Well, you passed away in silence Mistress, Blackeart.
Syilla: I conduct my business in shadows and silence, if possible.
Posei: I am, of course, speaking of your coven.
Posei: Speaking of which…
Posei: There is a new Grand-Master now. He has forced the rebirth of the Coven once more.
Syilla: So I hear.
Syilla: Is he any good?
Syilla: Mostly? No…
Syilla: Hmmm not a bad way to start ones education.
Syilla: Not at the moment no… I can’t see how it would serve me. And thus, it isn’t worth my time.
Syilla: Comes with the territory…
Syilla absentmindedly touches her horns.
Syilla: Fel Magic corrupts. It is a known fact.
Syilla: In my experience, it comes from…trial and error, if you will.
Syilla lies back down.
Syilla: Tell me, Neophyte, do you have field experience?
Posei: Al’diel, Shala, Mistress Blackheart. I am sure we’ll meet again…Sweet dreams…
Posei waves goodbye to Syilla. Farewell!—————Before falling asleep tonight, Lyridia mentioned something about Gul’dan..and Syilla..and ghosts, and the past. A little the worse for wear, rambling about some fantasy creature called a wolpertinger.—————

Syilla’s been working with..dust a lot in the Sanctum. Arcane, it smells like magic even to me.  And of course, she has her grimoire out. She’s researching nerubian, and mentioned statuets. Funny..another of the family has developed a fascination with these creatures. Saldrin Witherrose was the first, but one of ours no longer. She mentioned..threatening someone, throwing “the necklace over Draenor’s edge”. Syilla’s “enslaved this person to act as an advisor in the coming darkness”. Necklace.. I’m sure Saldrin wore a necklace. She spoke of “sleepers” to her imp. Does she mean druids? Surely not. Nalnar seems a little..uneasy about his Mistress’s doings.
Nalnar: And you don’t think that “recruiting” the spirit of one of the oldest Warloc….
She silenced him quickly. They spoke of her mother, of coming evils. She misses her..