Monday, April 7, 2008

Prisoner of the Arakkoa

There I was, gathering feathers so Mirren could sell them and buy more booze. There she was, a Blood Elf doing time in the Arakkoan big house. I was in a hurry, she was injured and probably destined to end up in Big Bird's stewpot. Our eyes only met for an instant, but in that instant we both knew.

She wanted me.

She wanted me bad.

But I knew it was not meant to be - in me dwarf disguise, if I opened that cage I'd just end up having to kill her. So with great sadness I turned my back and left her there.

6 comments:

sonvar said...

Just come back without the dwarf disguise on.

Brandon Tilley said...

That, was awesome.

Rabbit Stew said...

and now she SO wants to kick your ass...you left her as an ingredient for bird stew??? Bloodelf chicks START off bitchy...that is going to tip her over the edge into Glenn Close territory. Here's hoping she doesn't get out and find ya.

teh Khol Abides said...

You know you can't trust belfs, dames or otherwise...she just would have sucked out your priestliness and left your for dead...although, you never know, the sucking of priestliness might have been fun...

Sabiba said...

This made me laugh so hard. Just what I needed!

So where's this fine piece of Belf flesh? I might just have to go rescue her m'self!


Sabiab

Kassam@Kargath said...

I had no idea there was a Horde quest down there. Don't worry boss, I went down there after I got your report and freed her for you. I told her Ratshag sent me.