swiftbleid
01-16-2008, 12:03 AM
[Originally posted to the SMU forums, I thought it would be fun to repost it here. Pardon the grammar, pardon a whole bunch of things. Hell, don't pardon anything, but I hope you enjoy it, at least a little bit.]
((This is a multi-part, closed series. A coming of age story of a young troll finding himself and what path he has chosen. At times it's a bit depressing, and should be taken very seriously. I've researched as much as is available, and should be as cannon as possible. I hope you enjoy, as I put my heart, soul, and a little bit of my left lung into this.))
PART 1, The origin
Grimfury pats Swiftbleid on the should and says “Swift, I'm looking forward to having you in the school, you just need to choose a major”
Swift looks quizzicly at Grimfury and says “Da grim keep saying dat I be a major pain in da ass, dat be why I be wit you guys”.
“No Swift, a major is the direction of study while in Silvermoon University” Grimfury says with a sad smile.
“Here, read through this, it's our class catalog, it lists all of our classes and majors.” He said as he handed Swiftbleid a red colored catalog with a Dragonhawk on the cover.
“Jah, I read it, I tink about it.. Where be da ganomes to stomp” Swift says with a blank look on his face.
“Swift, FOCUS”
“Ok Grim, Ok, tanks to you and Dewce for getting me in da school, it be meanin bunches to dis troll”
Swiftbleid waves bye to Grim and sticks his nose in the catalog to decide what his future holds.
He reads:
Founded at the Dawn of time, Silvermoon University's Mission is to spread civilization and higher learning throughout Azeroth... By whatever means necessary!
“Hmmm, dat be soundin good, be soundin mean.. I be likin mean” Swift says, smiling to himself.
“Where be da major pains in da ass.. Like Grim said I should be lookin for...”
Swift turned a page or two..
“JaH! Dere dey be!!!!”
Cross-Culture Studies
“Nah, I not look good in a dress”
Performing Arts
“oooo, I can be finger painting!”
Animation & Media
“Huh?!”
Global Tourism
“Uhhhh..”
Political Science
“Huh?!”
Philosophy
“Huh?! Why Phil have his own class..”
Geology
“Rocks, I like Rocks!”
Horde Studies
“Huh?!?”
Hospitality Management
“What dat be... Oh!”
Swift says as he reads the major.
“I tink dat be nice, good major”
Remembering one of the happyiest points in his childhood, Swiftbleid has a daydream.
“Swift, we be dwarvish riding rams!” says a small orcish boy, one of Swiftbleid's best friends.
“JAH!!!! Dey be strong and fast, and SMART! Just like me!”
“Dey run too, I be running bunches!” Swift says as he puts a finger on each side of his head, as if to be ram horns.
“lets be duelin like da rams” And swift runs toward his friend, head first.
“Swift, no!!” the orc boy says as he barely steps out of the way of Swift, causing the green troll to run into a stone wall.
“Swift be ok? Gusn be sorry Swift, Gusn be sorry!”
“Aunt Bess!!! Swift hurt him head again, we need nurse Jen'Ni!”
“Ooooo.... I be hurtin, oooooooooohhhhh.... What be happnin!?!”
“Swift, ju hurt ja had a bit, me little friend. Ju be ok though..” Said a sweet soothing voice. Well, soothing for a troll at least.
“Nurse Jen'Ni, did I be hittin me head again?” Swift said, startin to sob.
“Jah little Swift, ju head be kinda smacked, but not too bad” Said the nurse, with obvious concern in her voice.
“Dey gonna have to amputilate me head? Dat be what Gusn said dey do if I be hittin me head again”
“Swift, ju little orc friend jus be teasin ju, ju not be worryin about dat.” She said with a smile on her face.
“Now, here be a problem, ju be stinkin baaaad, aunt bess not be bathin ju?” Said nurse Jen'Ni, holding her nose.
“I be too fast, not be able to catch me” Swift said with a proud smile on his face.
“Well, we be not be able to throw ju in da lake..”
“What we gonna be doin wit ju?”
“Let me be leavin, I betcha dere be a pie wit me name on it” Swift said hopefully.
“No Swift, I tink ju be needin a sponge bath” Jen'Ni said, moving towards her nurse-ish tools.
“Swift! Wakeup! Why are you standing in the middle of Silvermoon, holding a book, with drool coming out of your mouth!?” His friend Amoola said, making him focus on the present.
“I be knowin what I be studying!” Swift said with a dopey grin.
“Huh, Swift, you aren't making any sense, not that this is anything new to me” Amoola said, hands on her hips.
“I jus joined da Silvermoon University, and I be studyin Hospitality Management!”
((This is a multi-part, closed series. A coming of age story of a young troll finding himself and what path he has chosen. At times it's a bit depressing, and should be taken very seriously. I've researched as much as is available, and should be as cannon as possible. I hope you enjoy, as I put my heart, soul, and a little bit of my left lung into this.))
PART 1, The origin
Grimfury pats Swiftbleid on the should and says “Swift, I'm looking forward to having you in the school, you just need to choose a major”
Swift looks quizzicly at Grimfury and says “Da grim keep saying dat I be a major pain in da ass, dat be why I be wit you guys”.
“No Swift, a major is the direction of study while in Silvermoon University” Grimfury says with a sad smile.
“Here, read through this, it's our class catalog, it lists all of our classes and majors.” He said as he handed Swiftbleid a red colored catalog with a Dragonhawk on the cover.
“Jah, I read it, I tink about it.. Where be da ganomes to stomp” Swift says with a blank look on his face.
“Swift, FOCUS”
“Ok Grim, Ok, tanks to you and Dewce for getting me in da school, it be meanin bunches to dis troll”
Swiftbleid waves bye to Grim and sticks his nose in the catalog to decide what his future holds.
He reads:
Founded at the Dawn of time, Silvermoon University's Mission is to spread civilization and higher learning throughout Azeroth... By whatever means necessary!
“Hmmm, dat be soundin good, be soundin mean.. I be likin mean” Swift says, smiling to himself.
“Where be da major pains in da ass.. Like Grim said I should be lookin for...”
Swift turned a page or two..
“JaH! Dere dey be!!!!”
Cross-Culture Studies
“Nah, I not look good in a dress”
Performing Arts
“oooo, I can be finger painting!”
Animation & Media
“Huh?!”
Global Tourism
“Uhhhh..”
Political Science
“Huh?!”
Philosophy
“Huh?! Why Phil have his own class..”
Geology
“Rocks, I like Rocks!”
Horde Studies
“Huh?!?”
Hospitality Management
“What dat be... Oh!”
Swift says as he reads the major.
“I tink dat be nice, good major”
Remembering one of the happyiest points in his childhood, Swiftbleid has a daydream.
“Swift, we be dwarvish riding rams!” says a small orcish boy, one of Swiftbleid's best friends.
“JAH!!!! Dey be strong and fast, and SMART! Just like me!”
“Dey run too, I be running bunches!” Swift says as he puts a finger on each side of his head, as if to be ram horns.
“lets be duelin like da rams” And swift runs toward his friend, head first.
“Swift, no!!” the orc boy says as he barely steps out of the way of Swift, causing the green troll to run into a stone wall.
“Swift be ok? Gusn be sorry Swift, Gusn be sorry!”
“Aunt Bess!!! Swift hurt him head again, we need nurse Jen'Ni!”
“Ooooo.... I be hurtin, oooooooooohhhhh.... What be happnin!?!”
“Swift, ju hurt ja had a bit, me little friend. Ju be ok though..” Said a sweet soothing voice. Well, soothing for a troll at least.
“Nurse Jen'Ni, did I be hittin me head again?” Swift said, startin to sob.
“Jah little Swift, ju head be kinda smacked, but not too bad” Said the nurse, with obvious concern in her voice.
“Dey gonna have to amputilate me head? Dat be what Gusn said dey do if I be hittin me head again”
“Swift, ju little orc friend jus be teasin ju, ju not be worryin about dat.” She said with a smile on her face.
“Now, here be a problem, ju be stinkin baaaad, aunt bess not be bathin ju?” Said nurse Jen'Ni, holding her nose.
“I be too fast, not be able to catch me” Swift said with a proud smile on his face.
“Well, we be not be able to throw ju in da lake..”
“What we gonna be doin wit ju?”
“Let me be leavin, I betcha dere be a pie wit me name on it” Swift said hopefully.
“No Swift, I tink ju be needin a sponge bath” Jen'Ni said, moving towards her nurse-ish tools.
“Swift! Wakeup! Why are you standing in the middle of Silvermoon, holding a book, with drool coming out of your mouth!?” His friend Amoola said, making him focus on the present.
“I be knowin what I be studying!” Swift said with a dopey grin.
“Huh, Swift, you aren't making any sense, not that this is anything new to me” Amoola said, hands on her hips.
“I jus joined da Silvermoon University, and I be studyin Hospitality Management!”