Fhenrir
10-21-2006, 06:04 AM
"Kurohane,
I know this is out of nowhere, but we need to discuss something. The events that took place between the times of those two goblin papers have haunted me long since they transpired. I've tried to forget about it multiple times, but I simply can't let it rest.
Perhaps it is guilt that drives me. Or perhaps I simply seek to better my reputation. But in any case, we have issues to work out sooner or later. If you refuse, fine. I can at least say I tried.
But otherwise... pick a time and place. I'll be there, unarmed.
Earthmother guard your path,
Fhenrir"
Fhenrir slowly slipped the letter into a goblin mailbox after signing his signature, eyeing the letter the whole way until it was completely into the mail, and out of his sight.
"Guess it's up to her now..."
Earlier that day...
Fhenrir sighed heavily to himself as he tossed his sword to the ground, letting it land with a loud thud. He propped himself up against a wall and
rubbed at his head.
"Why is this still so annoying to me, after all this time? I should have, and did just drop this a long time ago... but it still aches. It still bothers me in the back of my head, no matter what I do. This is something I need to go over, whether I want to or not."
Fhenrir took a moment and fetched a mug of Darkmoon Special Reserve before going over what had happened in his head. Or at least what he'd remembered of it.
"Alright... so, it all started with that goblin tabloid. They fingered the Swordwaltzers for slaying the flight master as well as several others in Splintertree Post."
"I remember my blood boiling a bit at that. I contacted Barke, a night elven acquaintence of mine within the Swordwaltzers, and demanded a chance to speak to Kurohane about it personally..."
"After some time, I managed to find a time both of us would be available, and we met in Booty Bay. Along with Barke, who was translating for us... the meeting didn't go quite like I'd expected."
"Apparently, rather than asking for something rational like forgiveness, she asked me for... understanding. She pleaded her case about how Astranaar was hopelessly defenseless against the Horde (can't deny the sad state of that "town"...) and that the best course of action was to attack us, rather than secure their own outpost."
"I questioned this on the spot, and demanded to know why this should be considered a defensive measure in the least! Her response indicated that if I didn't understand then I was the fool. Like I didn't know what having an outpost under constant seige is like."
Fhenrir scoffed aloud at his silent thoughts. "She should try visiting Tarren Mill, or the Crossroads. Infact, I wouldn't be surprised if she has... bow drawn..."
"I didn't bother to mention that the Horde had it's fair share of Alliance troubles at the time... I was too angry to see straight. Instead, I threatened her and told her to keep her distance from Horde outposts in the future."
"I drew my blade, too. I was angry to the point of cutting her down there... in retrospect, I'm glad I didn't. Although this would be much more simple if I had..."
"My rage lead me out of Booty Bay and back into Orgrimmar as fast as the Zeppelins would take me. Over the course of the afternoon I gathered a small strike force of my closest (and most bloodthirsty for that matter...) comrades and launched a devastating attack on Astranaar. At least a dozen sentinels fell to my rage."
"Akutazee cleared out every civilian in town, too... I was too angry to care at the time."
"Even the head huntress in town fell to my blade... what's her name? I think they brought her back, but she still carries a couple new scars."
"My little team made the goblin tabloids the next day. I haven't heard from Kurhane since."
Fhenrir sighed openly as his thoughts continued. "But I've heard whispers... seems she sees me as nothing more than a hypocritical buffoon since then. An egotistical wannabe. Or... something along those lines."
"Imagine, me! She's the one who-- ...no. *sighs* I can't keep thinking about it this way. I need to get this resolved. Peacefully."
(( Quick OOC disclaimer - Fhenrir wasn't talking aloud, he was thinking. So no funny stuff from people who would wanna butt in and respond to Fhenrir's personal musings! ))
I know this is out of nowhere, but we need to discuss something. The events that took place between the times of those two goblin papers have haunted me long since they transpired. I've tried to forget about it multiple times, but I simply can't let it rest.
Perhaps it is guilt that drives me. Or perhaps I simply seek to better my reputation. But in any case, we have issues to work out sooner or later. If you refuse, fine. I can at least say I tried.
But otherwise... pick a time and place. I'll be there, unarmed.
Earthmother guard your path,
Fhenrir"
Fhenrir slowly slipped the letter into a goblin mailbox after signing his signature, eyeing the letter the whole way until it was completely into the mail, and out of his sight.
"Guess it's up to her now..."
Earlier that day...
Fhenrir sighed heavily to himself as he tossed his sword to the ground, letting it land with a loud thud. He propped himself up against a wall and
rubbed at his head.
"Why is this still so annoying to me, after all this time? I should have, and did just drop this a long time ago... but it still aches. It still bothers me in the back of my head, no matter what I do. This is something I need to go over, whether I want to or not."
Fhenrir took a moment and fetched a mug of Darkmoon Special Reserve before going over what had happened in his head. Or at least what he'd remembered of it.
"Alright... so, it all started with that goblin tabloid. They fingered the Swordwaltzers for slaying the flight master as well as several others in Splintertree Post."
"I remember my blood boiling a bit at that. I contacted Barke, a night elven acquaintence of mine within the Swordwaltzers, and demanded a chance to speak to Kurohane about it personally..."
"After some time, I managed to find a time both of us would be available, and we met in Booty Bay. Along with Barke, who was translating for us... the meeting didn't go quite like I'd expected."
"Apparently, rather than asking for something rational like forgiveness, she asked me for... understanding. She pleaded her case about how Astranaar was hopelessly defenseless against the Horde (can't deny the sad state of that "town"...) and that the best course of action was to attack us, rather than secure their own outpost."
"I questioned this on the spot, and demanded to know why this should be considered a defensive measure in the least! Her response indicated that if I didn't understand then I was the fool. Like I didn't know what having an outpost under constant seige is like."
Fhenrir scoffed aloud at his silent thoughts. "She should try visiting Tarren Mill, or the Crossroads. Infact, I wouldn't be surprised if she has... bow drawn..."
"I didn't bother to mention that the Horde had it's fair share of Alliance troubles at the time... I was too angry to see straight. Instead, I threatened her and told her to keep her distance from Horde outposts in the future."
"I drew my blade, too. I was angry to the point of cutting her down there... in retrospect, I'm glad I didn't. Although this would be much more simple if I had..."
"My rage lead me out of Booty Bay and back into Orgrimmar as fast as the Zeppelins would take me. Over the course of the afternoon I gathered a small strike force of my closest (and most bloodthirsty for that matter...) comrades and launched a devastating attack on Astranaar. At least a dozen sentinels fell to my rage."
"Akutazee cleared out every civilian in town, too... I was too angry to care at the time."
"Even the head huntress in town fell to my blade... what's her name? I think they brought her back, but she still carries a couple new scars."
"My little team made the goblin tabloids the next day. I haven't heard from Kurhane since."
Fhenrir sighed openly as his thoughts continued. "But I've heard whispers... seems she sees me as nothing more than a hypocritical buffoon since then. An egotistical wannabe. Or... something along those lines."
"Imagine, me! She's the one who-- ...no. *sighs* I can't keep thinking about it this way. I need to get this resolved. Peacefully."
(( Quick OOC disclaimer - Fhenrir wasn't talking aloud, he was thinking. So no funny stuff from people who would wanna butt in and respond to Fhenrir's personal musings! ))