(This was originally supposed to post on July 7th but it got eated too.  -Nau)

One of my great joys on returning to game was to discover that the RPA channel was still alive and well on Alliance side. Since then there have been some great IC conversations going on there but so far this one has been the most spectacularly explosive. Sometimes a simple misunderstood phrase can lead to some hilarious interaction. Enjoy!  -Nau

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I found this tiny gem while going through my logs. While it was happening I was deep in whispers with three other people and missed it in game. I am truly remorseful that I missed reacting to it! Though after so long being gone, it is good to know Kyraine still has her stew bucket! -Nau

Kyraine rummages through her pack

Kyraine gets out the pot

Kyraine tosses in some Salted Yeti Cheese, Frost Lotus, Savory Snowplum

Kyraine adds some Magic Eater for good measure, and some Split Hoof

Kyraine grabs a bowl, sits down on the dead Nerubian, and starts eating

So this is another ficlet response to Too Many Annas’ ficlet challenge. After writing about Megaly, Gentlewind told me she was too hot also!

Too Hot!

The normally soothing breeze blowing though the grasses of Mulgore today carried nothing but more of the oppressive heat. Even the grasses themselves seemed to wilt under the unrelenting summer sun. Gentlewind lay among those grasses next to the small creek near her village, her fur still wet from rolling in that same creek. It didn’t help. She wanted to fuss and whine but mother would tell her that whining accomplished nothing. Gentlewind knew from experience the only thing it accomplished was a scolding!

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Too Many Annas suggested a Friday Five-Hundred Ficlet addressing how our characters would deal with the heat. Living where I am I know well how miserable it can be when a hot and humid heat wave hits. Then Megaly immediately began complaining about being too hot. Here is my result.

Thanks for the inspiration, Anna!

Too Hot!

Meg woke with her mouth feeling nearly as sticky as her bare skin. The stuffiness of the room and the thick, sticky air told her what kind of day it was going to be; hot and miserable. Again. The temperature during the night had dropped to almost pleasant but with the coming of dawn she could feel the heat and humidity rising to envelope Stormwind.

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A pop and hiss drew Garilos’ attention back to the fire burning in the fireplace. Garilos was glad to be indoors next to the fire. Outside a cold front had moved in bringing a freezing rain and sleet with it. The wind whipped the rain into stinging needles of ice and threw it around trees and rocks at anyone foolish enough to believe they could hide from the storm’s malice. The only good to come from the storm was that it cleared Valgarde of the smell of burning dung, if only for a short time.

Rearranging the burning logs with an iron poker, Garilos stared absentmindedly at the dancing flames. Although there were others in the inn, he was the only one sitting near the fireplace. There was plenty of room in front of the large fireplace. A handful of rough-hewn chairs formed a semi-circle in front of it, one of which had been pulled close to the fireplace and was now occupied by Garilos. Another chair was taken over by his gear and pack.

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Garilos crouched down behind a clump of bushes, looking down upon the worgen. With a look of disdain, he spit upon the ground. “Disgusting creatures,” he muttered to himself as he watched the worgen pace about their camp.

From his vantage point, he could see the scattered huts and fire pits of the small camp. Garilos carefully memorized the location of every hut, boulder, and tree in the camp, creating a map in his head which he rotated and examined as he plotted his course of action. He also made a note of the routes of the worgen guards patrolling the perimeter of the camp.

If any in the village were to look to where he was hidden, they would see nothing but shadows within shadows. Even with the moon out tonight, it would be difficult for any to see Garilos.

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(( This occurs after A Short Letter To Megaly and before Do They Have Nightmares? over at Garilos’ Blog ))

Megaly,

My confusion grows. I learned Ursoc has been resurrected but in a corrupted form! I spoke to the son and daughter of Ursoc. Orsonn said his father was corrupted by the same evil which corrupted Vordrassil.

I don’t know what to do. When I lived among the Night Elves of Ashenvale, they told me of Ursoc and his brother Ursol fighting side by side with Cenarius against the Burning Legion. Both Latissimus and Levatorani told me they witnessed their fall to the Burning Legion. Do I dare tell them Ursoc has been resurrected? That he is corrupted?

Are even the Ancients turning against us?

With love,
Garilos.

The following appears to have been written at a later time.

I’ve lost all hope. I’ve been asked to kill Ursoc.

The hastily scribbled writing below appears to have been written after the above writing.

What is this old god Ursoc speaks of, Yogg-Saron? Can its evil corrupt even Ancients such as Ursoc?

Why does the druid stare past me as I tell her I have slain Ursoc as she had asked?

(( Originally posted on Garilos’ Blog as “A Short Letter to Megaly”. ))

(( Originally posted on Garilos’ Blog as “A Letter to Megaly”. ))

Dear Megaly,

I hope you are well. I’ve been busy helping the Tuskarr of Moa’ki Harbor in The Dragonblight. I first came across this race of fishermen while working for the Alliance forces operating out of Valiance Keep in the Borean Tundra.

After living peacefully for centuries in their primitive villages, the Tuskarr recently came under attack by the vicious Vrykul. The Vrykul destroyed countless villages in the Borean Tundra and the Dragonblight. I’ve spent many days and nights assisting the Tuskarr, so much so they now accept me as a member of their society.

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Megaly stared through the frosted glass of the Valgarde inn at the blizzard blanketing the land. Occasionally winds would rip through the town, rattling windows and tearing loose shingles, sending them flying through the square. Though the blizzard kept the occupants of the keep holed up in whatever shelter they could find, it also kept the rampaging Valkyr from launching more of their endless offensives against them. It was a welcome reprieve.

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