10-11-2007, 09:52 AM
(( I will place a warning right here: This post contains allusions to violence and cannibalism, although not in graphic detail. ))
Heariâtaj carefully knelt in front of the Warlord and his trusted companions, his mismatched ears drooping. He studied the ground, fingering a small, stained bag. For a moment, he simply knelt in silence, gathering his thoughts as best he could, then sighed and spoke, trying to make his Orcish as clear as possible.
âWaâlord, Heari no cen stey witâ de Iron-sonâ. Heari been tâinkinâ anâ eskinâ peeple ta reed âim de totem, anâ Heari âno âe gonna be in big trubba soon. Heari been tolâ âe gotta bad tempa, anâ... anâ dat troo. If summâun mek Heari engry, âe noâ promiss âe noâ tek a swing at âem oâ steb âem. Heari servâ de Fia, anâ lossa timâ de Fia wanâ Heari ta mek trubba, ta burn tâings. Anâ lasâ...â
Heari eyed the Warlord fearfully and opened the small bag, producing what was unmistakably the tip of a purple elf ear. â...Heari shere witâ frienâ wâen âe âunt de âLiance. Heari noâ Daâkspeaâ. Heari noâ esk ta be paât oâ de âOrde. Heari noâ lissen ta Târall oâ Volâjin âbout noâ etâinâ effs.â
Putting away the grisly trophy with a grimace, Heari bowed his head further. âHeari noâ cen stey witâ de Iron-sonâ. Noâ be sefe foâ dem, Heari tâink. But... if de Iron-sonâ eva neeâ Heari foâ ennytâing, jah âno, stebbinâ tâings oâ mekkinâ booms foâ âem, ennytâing, dey jusâ gotta esk. Heari owe de Iron-sonâ a wâole lotta, anâ âe noâ fo-get...â
Quickly, Heari scooped up his bag and retreated to what he felt was a safe distance, fading into the shadows.
(( Let me make this very clear: This decision was make LONG before the Sorrow storyline ever made itâs debut. This is NOT an invitation to debate over the possible in-character rules, nor was it made in protest. Quite the opposite.
Heariâs character was never really suited to Ironsong, but when I created him I knew no other place to meet roleplayers, and he joined by default with his Priestess Legnâs blessing and promise he would behave. To be honest, in RP outside of Ironsong, he hasnât behaved at all.
I have made this decision with no animosity intended, and no hard feelings. Qaza will remain guilded, as she gladly thinks of the tribe as family. Of course, if anyone needs a pocket combat rogue to fail horribly at saps, forget how to open locked boxes, blow things up just because he can, ramble at people in barely-understandable lingo, or run around in a very silly chicken hat, look him up.
I am still very interested in roleplaying with him, and I adore you all and will help in any way I can. It is up to Sreng and the other officers if Heari will be tolerated at moots, but you can bet if Iâm not attending as Qaza that he will attempt to look in on them. If you have any questions or concerns, please PM me. ))
Heariâtaj carefully knelt in front of the Warlord and his trusted companions, his mismatched ears drooping. He studied the ground, fingering a small, stained bag. For a moment, he simply knelt in silence, gathering his thoughts as best he could, then sighed and spoke, trying to make his Orcish as clear as possible.
âWaâlord, Heari no cen stey witâ de Iron-sonâ. Heari been tâinkinâ anâ eskinâ peeple ta reed âim de totem, anâ Heari âno âe gonna be in big trubba soon. Heari been tolâ âe gotta bad tempa, anâ... anâ dat troo. If summâun mek Heari engry, âe noâ promiss âe noâ tek a swing at âem oâ steb âem. Heari servâ de Fia, anâ lossa timâ de Fia wanâ Heari ta mek trubba, ta burn tâings. Anâ lasâ...â
Heari eyed the Warlord fearfully and opened the small bag, producing what was unmistakably the tip of a purple elf ear. â...Heari shere witâ frienâ wâen âe âunt de âLiance. Heari noâ Daâkspeaâ. Heari noâ esk ta be paât oâ de âOrde. Heari noâ lissen ta Târall oâ Volâjin âbout noâ etâinâ effs.â
Putting away the grisly trophy with a grimace, Heari bowed his head further. âHeari noâ cen stey witâ de Iron-sonâ. Noâ be sefe foâ dem, Heari tâink. But... if de Iron-sonâ eva neeâ Heari foâ ennytâing, jah âno, stebbinâ tâings oâ mekkinâ booms foâ âem, ennytâing, dey jusâ gotta esk. Heari owe de Iron-sonâ a wâole lotta, anâ âe noâ fo-get...â
Quickly, Heari scooped up his bag and retreated to what he felt was a safe distance, fading into the shadows.
(( Let me make this very clear: This decision was make LONG before the Sorrow storyline ever made itâs debut. This is NOT an invitation to debate over the possible in-character rules, nor was it made in protest. Quite the opposite.
Heariâs character was never really suited to Ironsong, but when I created him I knew no other place to meet roleplayers, and he joined by default with his Priestess Legnâs blessing and promise he would behave. To be honest, in RP outside of Ironsong, he hasnât behaved at all.
I have made this decision with no animosity intended, and no hard feelings. Qaza will remain guilded, as she gladly thinks of the tribe as family. Of course, if anyone needs a pocket combat rogue to fail horribly at saps, forget how to open locked boxes, blow things up just because he can, ramble at people in barely-understandable lingo, or run around in a very silly chicken hat, look him up.
I am still very interested in roleplaying with him, and I adore you all and will help in any way I can. It is up to Sreng and the other officers if Heari will be tolerated at moots, but you can bet if Iâm not attending as Qaza that he will attempt to look in on them. If you have any questions or concerns, please PM me. ))