Yoradash

((oh lordy I do not write prose well. I've gotten far too used to scripts))

Yoradash felt safer in Terokkar Forest at night than he did in Shattrath City during the day. Shattrath's lower city was barely safe during the day, and for a dwarf in Yora's advanced state, it made almost more sense to sleep in a small camp just outside the city. The forest had a soothing glow to it at night and even sounded peaceful. Almost a paradise in a world that was slowly crumbling away.

"S'nice out", was all the old dwarf thought, as he turned an eel over a small fire.

((oh lordy I do not write prose well. I've gotten far too used to scripts))

Yoradash felt safer in Terokkar Forest at night than he did in Shattrath City during the day. Shattrath's lower city was barely safe during the day, and for a dwarf in Yora's advanced state, it made almost more sense to sleep in a small camp just outside the city. The forest had a soothing glow to it at night and even sounded peaceful. Almost a paradise in a world that was slowly crumbling away.

"S'nice out", was all the old dwarf thought, as he turned an eel over a small fire.

((After Yora's bump on the noggin, he got a bit... confused. This is what he -thinks- happened to him))

 ((The first page of this, "Corruption" was accidentally filed as a story, not a book. That is making this quite annoying to me >_> ))

((These edits should be mostly properly done for now, at least until I fix the interstitial stuff. Sorry about the mess.))

((Yora is showing this picture to everyone he sees. In the major cities, small towns, even to people who pass him on the road, so much as they don't attack him.))

I dinnae need tae know if ye think I'm crazy're if ye dinnae care, jest tell me if ye saw this anywhere. I ain't an artist so it ain't pretty, but it should get tha point across. Tha sword glows, if'n it 'elps ye any. Tha back bits are forest, tae, but well, I drew maps all my life, nothin' like this.

The old dwarf thrusts the parchment in your face as if it were the most important thing in the world.

So tell me, ye e'er seen anythin' like this?

Are ye ready lass? I'd rather nay 'ave tae repeat myself.

I'm ready Mr. Gravelvein.

Alright then. To those of you that are reading this for the first time and do not know me, my name is Aoiradash Gravelvein. It's been long overdue that I started writing this stuff down, but rather than doing it myself, I've hired the every lovely, generous and ever so charming Miss Caanu to-

Are ye sure yer takin' down what I'm sayin' right? I'm nay sure that it takes that long tae write "Miss Caanu".

I assure you that I'm being wholly professional, Mr. Gravelvein.

-take down what is, essentially, my life story. I've never been good with writing my thoughts, so I've hired somebody to do it for me in a somewhat excessive fit of laziness and an effort at surrender.

Lass, I kin hear yer scritchin'. I've only said 'alf a' what yer writin'.

((A continuation of the story that started here: www.rp-haven.com/book/tess/shorty_and_pointy_ears))

He wants to know my name... a dwarf, a dwarf wants to know my name? Something about this just doesn't seem right, I mean I'm a blood elf and he's a dwarf and here he is making small talk with me. When he motioned for me to sit in a certain place I decided their was little harm in it and stiffly edged my way over to the spot and sat down. I continued to peer at him forming a more detailed outline of his general shape as my vision adapted to the firelight through the cloth.

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"Dragonblight?! I'm in DRAGONBLIGHT?"

This wasn't anything close to news I wanted to here. Still, it gave me a reference so that I could figure out a way back once the weather cleared up. I took out one of my map books and flipped to one of the middle pages. I always have a map on me and Dragonblight is an area I'm mostly familiar with. I started muttering to myself, out of habit. "Nay, nay, there's lakes in Dragonblight. Tha ocean tae, but I've nay idea 'ow close we are tae it. Aye, there we are, we 'ave lake Indu'le a bit tae tha southwest, an' I think there's a small pond somewhere tae tha east a' Wyrmrest." At this point I started to realise that I was rambling. A force of habit I picked up ages ago.

 I stared at the dwarf almost being on the verge of dumbfounded, he had just decided to drop down in the middle of my camp site uninvited. Of course I didn't do anything right away, he'd threatened me and I agreed with him on a few parts. It was too cold to fight and I suppose if he had meant to kill me he would've brought a real weapon. I took another five minutes of standing in the cold before I finally decided to edge my way back into the light of the fire, I crouched down until I was level with him half ready to sit and half ready to jump up and fight or run. My muscles were starting to ache and I realized I was still tensed up and a little frightened.

I pieced together another sentence in common. "Why are you out here? Dragonblight has no fish." I motioned to his fishing pole, and I knew I was right. I'd been to the end of Dragonblight and back again and the only water I knew of was the ocean to the far south.