Post by Gaien on Oct 3, 2006 11:43:14 GMT -5
(Teeblet - Blood Elf Paladin - Windrunner/Maelstorm/Emerald Dream Servers)
Teeblet glanced about with disgust. Her opponents lay strewn about her in the mock arena like so much garbage, defeated and unworthy of even having had the honor to face her in combat.
The Blood Elf closest to her began to moan through his broken jaw. A sound that reminded her of the ghosts and specters that haunted these lands. With a sudden rage Teeblet stomped down hard on the side of his head with her mailed boot, sending him back to the unconscious and silencing the ugly sounds he had begun to make.
A brief sound of applause caught her ear and she turned to see her trainer standing near by.
"It is good to see that even though you harness the power of the light you do not let it weaken you. We are the Blood Elves, the forgotten and the betrayed. We must be stronger than the Ork and even more cruel than the Scourge that destroyed us. We must hunt fiercer, more cunningly and more savage than any Troll and hold ourselves to a higher standard than even the Taurren."
"Yes... milord" She hated adding the honorific 'milord' after nearly everything when addressing her trainer. She accepted it for the moment though. Soon enough she would be stronger than him and their roles would be reversed.
"Good." A wicked smile crossed her trainers lips. "Now I have a special task for you. Behind us you will see a small tower that once held seat to our local magistrate. Now it is overrun with ghosts and malicious spirits. Fight your way past the corrupted treants and to the top of the tower. There you will find the spirit of Malgrasan. Slay him and bring me back his soul shard..."
Teeblet glanced about with disgust. Her opponents lay strewn about her in the mock arena like so much garbage, defeated and unworthy of even having had the honor to face her in combat.
The Blood Elf closest to her began to moan through his broken jaw. A sound that reminded her of the ghosts and specters that haunted these lands. With a sudden rage Teeblet stomped down hard on the side of his head with her mailed boot, sending him back to the unconscious and silencing the ugly sounds he had begun to make.
A brief sound of applause caught her ear and she turned to see her trainer standing near by.
"It is good to see that even though you harness the power of the light you do not let it weaken you. We are the Blood Elves, the forgotten and the betrayed. We must be stronger than the Ork and even more cruel than the Scourge that destroyed us. We must hunt fiercer, more cunningly and more savage than any Troll and hold ourselves to a higher standard than even the Taurren."
"Yes... milord" She hated adding the honorific 'milord' after nearly everything when addressing her trainer. She accepted it for the moment though. Soon enough she would be stronger than him and their roles would be reversed.
"Good." A wicked smile crossed her trainers lips. "Now I have a special task for you. Behind us you will see a small tower that once held seat to our local magistrate. Now it is overrun with ghosts and malicious spirits. Fight your way past the corrupted treants and to the top of the tower. There you will find the spirit of Malgrasan. Slay him and bring me back his soul shard..."