Noury
10-13-2006, 09:04 AM
All morning it rained in Stranglethorn Vale,
The afternoon too, it rained without fail.
My robes were soaked through and through,
Chilled to the bone, my lips turned blue.
“This is enough!” I thought to myself,
“I’ll fly up north and work for that elf.”
“The one in Rut’theran who wants the feather,”
“At least I’ll escape this frakking weather!”
I pay for the Gryphon flight up front,
I will not be stopping along this jaunt.
In hindsight it was mistake I am told,
I forgot that the winds up there can be cold!
I traded the wet of the Stranglethorn bog,
For the warmth sucking kiss of the Hinterlands fog!
A chance to escape this impending disaster,
Was offered in flight through my gnome box chatter.
“ Nouri!” it said with its static filled sound,
“ Its Kurohane, down here on the ground..”
“ What are you doing? Where do you go?”
I related to her my present woe.
“ Join me in Ironforge, forget Hinterlands fog,”
“ We can order up some hot mulled grog.”
“Temping it is,” I said in my /tell,
“ But I cannot abide that sulphurous smell!”
“ Well, alright,” she said with a hint of concern,
“ But I fear The Flu is all that you’ll earn.”
I bid her farewell and turned off the box,
Then wiggled my toes in my damp, clammy socks.
My beard frosted over because of the cold,
By the time I landed at Wildhammer Hold.
Dismounting the gryphon I started my quest,
Ignoring the tightness I felt in my chest.
Riding hard I weaved through the wood,
Picking up feathers whenever I could.
Then all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain,
Looking behind I saw a large train.
Trolls I had failed to avoid in my hurry,
Had tossed some axes my way in a flurry.
Off of my horse I fell with a “Thump!”
Then out of nowhere I was charged! “Whump!”
There stood a Tauren of 50 odd season,
A warrior who attacked without a reason.
He crit me twice then the trolls were on me,
I had no chance, just me against three.
In seconds it seemed I was knocked to the grass,
Last sight I saw was his wiggling ass.
I vaguely remember him /patting me there,
Now I ask you, dear reader, was that fair?
Of course not, I say, but I took it in stride,
Someday I’ll take it out on his hide.
I recovered myself and resumed my task,
After I took a long swig from my flask.
Gathering feathers is not very thrilling,
Unless you pause to do some killing.
The trolls there I find carry lots of goodies,
They drop enough wildvine to give me woodies.
So I continued this way for what seemed an hour,
Looking forward to when I could take a warm shower.
Near the end of my task opportunity struck,
There was the tauren, but now I had the luck.
There he was engaged in heated battle,
With an owlbeast and a wolf, the poor cattle!
Now normally I would have bypassed this guy,
But this situation called for an eye for an eye.
As he struggled there, his back to the wall,
I dashed in close and Psychic Screamed them all!
Away he took off in a panicked trot,
Along with the wolf , but the owlbeast? Heh , NOT!
That freak of nature was on the lad’s case,
To be joined by a troll who popped up in his face!
A just reward for his former oppression,
I saw him go down under a mound of aggression.
I stood in the cover of nearby trees,
Trying to stifle an oncoming sneeze.
In time he returned and drew up his girth,
Shot me a /wave then I saw him hearth.
I finished my quest and sold all my junk,
When I sneezed up a storm, and coughed up some gunk.
“That does it!” I said to the started flight master,
“This whole effort has been a disaster!”
“Fumes be damned! I need a stiff drink!”
“then soak my head in a steaming hot sink.”
“To Ironforge!” I said to the bearded chap.
“To dry out finally, then offload this crap!”
The afternoon too, it rained without fail.
My robes were soaked through and through,
Chilled to the bone, my lips turned blue.
“This is enough!” I thought to myself,
“I’ll fly up north and work for that elf.”
“The one in Rut’theran who wants the feather,”
“At least I’ll escape this frakking weather!”
I pay for the Gryphon flight up front,
I will not be stopping along this jaunt.
In hindsight it was mistake I am told,
I forgot that the winds up there can be cold!
I traded the wet of the Stranglethorn bog,
For the warmth sucking kiss of the Hinterlands fog!
A chance to escape this impending disaster,
Was offered in flight through my gnome box chatter.
“ Nouri!” it said with its static filled sound,
“ Its Kurohane, down here on the ground..”
“ What are you doing? Where do you go?”
I related to her my present woe.
“ Join me in Ironforge, forget Hinterlands fog,”
“ We can order up some hot mulled grog.”
“Temping it is,” I said in my /tell,
“ But I cannot abide that sulphurous smell!”
“ Well, alright,” she said with a hint of concern,
“ But I fear The Flu is all that you’ll earn.”
I bid her farewell and turned off the box,
Then wiggled my toes in my damp, clammy socks.
My beard frosted over because of the cold,
By the time I landed at Wildhammer Hold.
Dismounting the gryphon I started my quest,
Ignoring the tightness I felt in my chest.
Riding hard I weaved through the wood,
Picking up feathers whenever I could.
Then all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain,
Looking behind I saw a large train.
Trolls I had failed to avoid in my hurry,
Had tossed some axes my way in a flurry.
Off of my horse I fell with a “Thump!”
Then out of nowhere I was charged! “Whump!”
There stood a Tauren of 50 odd season,
A warrior who attacked without a reason.
He crit me twice then the trolls were on me,
I had no chance, just me against three.
In seconds it seemed I was knocked to the grass,
Last sight I saw was his wiggling ass.
I vaguely remember him /patting me there,
Now I ask you, dear reader, was that fair?
Of course not, I say, but I took it in stride,
Someday I’ll take it out on his hide.
I recovered myself and resumed my task,
After I took a long swig from my flask.
Gathering feathers is not very thrilling,
Unless you pause to do some killing.
The trolls there I find carry lots of goodies,
They drop enough wildvine to give me woodies.
So I continued this way for what seemed an hour,
Looking forward to when I could take a warm shower.
Near the end of my task opportunity struck,
There was the tauren, but now I had the luck.
There he was engaged in heated battle,
With an owlbeast and a wolf, the poor cattle!
Now normally I would have bypassed this guy,
But this situation called for an eye for an eye.
As he struggled there, his back to the wall,
I dashed in close and Psychic Screamed them all!
Away he took off in a panicked trot,
Along with the wolf , but the owlbeast? Heh , NOT!
That freak of nature was on the lad’s case,
To be joined by a troll who popped up in his face!
A just reward for his former oppression,
I saw him go down under a mound of aggression.
I stood in the cover of nearby trees,
Trying to stifle an oncoming sneeze.
In time he returned and drew up his girth,
Shot me a /wave then I saw him hearth.
I finished my quest and sold all my junk,
When I sneezed up a storm, and coughed up some gunk.
“That does it!” I said to the started flight master,
“This whole effort has been a disaster!”
“Fumes be damned! I need a stiff drink!”
“then soak my head in a steaming hot sink.”
“To Ironforge!” I said to the bearded chap.
“To dry out finally, then offload this crap!”