Experimental Writing
Association: The Butcher
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The meat cleaver suddenly came to a stop above the hulk of hawk-strider meat on the block. Beneath the blade’s edge and with vicious intent, the Butcher’s eyes pierced the government’s scribe lurking in doorway of his shop.
Association: The Priestess
“The Magistrate resolved, then and there, to become a better man. No longer would he let his passion for new clothes blind him to his real duty, leading and serving his people. The end.” As soon as the Priestess finished reading the story, many small elven hands shot up into the air. She called on one at random. Ali’anna, go ahead.”
“Priestess Runeflower, I didn’t understand why didn’t nobody told the Magistrate that he wasn’t wearing any clothes.” Ali’anna was one of the younger children.
Association: The Vintner
“Soon as these crates are emptied into the vat, we’ll call the pickers and gatherers for the pressing.” The Vintner informed his eldest son.
“Are we barefoot pressing then? I thought the Land Lord wanted us to use the new press to increase productivity and cut down on costs?” The strong, younger elven male set down an empty crate next to the back of the open wagon filled with more crates which were filled to the rim with ripened grapes.
“The Land Lord’s cost deductions hurt the farmhands working here. They’d be more impoverished than they already are without the extra work we give ‘em. ‘Sides, barefoot pressing is a time honored tradition on this vineyard.”
The Vintner’s son laughed. “I’m sure it has nothing to do with Widow Weaveblaze hiking up her skirts for the ceremony.”
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Prayer
Lirriel settled onto her folded cloak, hands folded on her lap. She breathed deeply and evenly, calming herself.
Absent without Leave
((Inspired by reading through that rather epic thread on the Uldum board, I've decided that, rather than continuing Turrin's AWOL story in a rather dry and non-interactive way, which I honestly wasn't liking all that much in my write-ups, I'd take a different approach and write it as an "open" story, so to speak. That is to say, Turrin is lost in Ulduar and very likely being tormented by the voices of the Old God as he tries to find his way out.
I could try and make stuff up and it might be kinda funny/weird, but really I figured you all might help me take this in a more interesting/interactive direction!
