Pero'tharn gives a sweeping bow. "I'd love to accompany you for a night. I know lots of wonderful places we can go, from the forest of Elwynn to the hills of the Hinterlands, all with quiet, comfortable, secluded nooks to enjoy a meal in."
@Alystiel
"How are you today, priestess? Gorgeous as always? I know we just met and that my old combat instructor, Spellblade What's-her-face always said "Animate! Detonate!" and stuff like that, but for you? How about we skip straight to replicate?" Thuldrell grins, trying to hold back laughter at his own pick-up line he clearly is too proud of.
He suddenly realises trying to badly flirt with a Night Elven priestess after the past few month's events is a bad idea.
"Uhm... sorry about the tree." He utters quietly, hoping he's simply smacked rather than burned by Elune's light.
@Perotharn
"I, for one, think my training with heavy weaponry could aid a male on male relationship." The Nightborne giggles. "I'll give it a try, being stuck in a bubble for my entire life has got me craving new things."
"How are you today, priestess? Gorgeous as always? I know we just met and that my old combat instructor, Spellblade What's-her-face always said "Animate! Detonate!" and stuff like that, but for you? How about we skip straight to replicate?" Thuldrell grins, trying to hold back laughter at his own pick-up line he clearly is too proud of.
He suddenly realises trying to badly flirt with a Night Elven priestess after the past few month's events is a bad idea.
"Uhm... sorry about the tree." He utters quietly, hoping he's simply smacked rather than burned by Elune's light.
@Perotharn
"I, for one, think my training with heavy weaponry could aid a male on male relationship." The Nightborne giggles. "I'll give it a try, being stuck in a bubble for my entire life has got me craving new things."
Zhanag's eyebrow twitches. "'Sorry about the tree?' Oh, no problem at all! It's no big deal, it was just the cherished home of many thousands of Night Elves, a grand symbol of their will to persevere in the face of devastation, all burned to the ground because of an insane, undead monster and brainless sycophants like you who just rush in and kill anything you're pointed at! That's all it was, a trifle really! I guess as long as you're sorry, there's nothing to worry about!
"You disgust me. You whine about being victims, poor, noble, misunderstood victims, and then you turn around and scream about your strength while butchering any innocents who cross your path. You want us to think you're different? That you really give a damn about the horrors your Horde wreaks? Prove it. Take up that heavy weapon you're always crowing about and start dispensing justice to the butchers. Bathe it in the blood of Orcs and the vile ichor of Forsaken. Kill one for every innocent who died on their warpath, or die trying.
"And in case you're still wondering, that's a no on the date."
"You disgust me. You whine about being victims, poor, noble, misunderstood victims, and then you turn around and scream about your strength while butchering any innocents who cross your path. You want us to think you're different? That you really give a damn about the horrors your Horde wreaks? Prove it. Take up that heavy weapon you're always crowing about and start dispensing justice to the butchers. Bathe it in the blood of Orcs and the vile ichor of Forsaken. Kill one for every innocent who died on their warpath, or die trying.
"And in case you're still wondering, that's a no on the date."
* looking sadly at the Draenei, with nearly no trace of her usual cheerful expression *
"Do believe me that I would really, really would bestow justice on each one of those butchers. If only I only could do it without fighting my own people, and risking vengefull alliance forces invading Quel'thalas and acting in very similar methods. I trust king Anduin being noble and all that, but I will never, never let those worgen to get near our children!"
*with lower voice*
"Maybe I would do it anyway, if the Argent highlord will command us to march to war against Sylvanas... which is not my leader, and never will be!"
And oh... a date? I'm really, really not sure it's the best time for such things, I'm 'fraid, nore would us two fit to any... romantic thing anyways. But will a nice, friendly chat do?
"Do believe me that I would really, really would bestow justice on each one of those butchers. If only I only could do it without fighting my own people, and risking vengefull alliance forces invading Quel'thalas and acting in very similar methods. I trust king Anduin being noble and all that, but I will never, never let those worgen to get near our children!"
*with lower voice*
"Maybe I would do it anyway, if the Argent highlord will command us to march to war against Sylvanas... which is not my leader, and never will be!"
And oh... a date? I'm really, really not sure it's the best time for such things, I'm 'fraid, nore would us two fit to any... romantic thing anyways. But will a nice, friendly chat do?
"You do realize where you are elfin, a dating agency. if you have no time for it, why be here?" The Orc shrugs, not really caring for the elf's reply and quickly replies swiftly and dismissively. "Anyway, I rather say no. too scrawny for my taste." after awhile he looks below, quickly becoming agitated. as one of the wooden chair legs becomes uneven.
"Thralls balls who designed these chairs. this more annoying than that blasted Draenei."
"Thralls balls who designed these chairs. this more annoying than that blasted Draenei."
Perish the thought, as they say.
"Nnnnnnnnope!"
"Maybe with some salt, pepper and some really powerful Ironforge Stout to wash down th,-"
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" ... wait, you said 'date'? Ohhhhhhhh.... !"
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" ... wait, you said 'date'? Ohhhhhhhh.... !"
"You'll eat my sword first, Illidari!"
It's a no from Tethenar.
It's a no from Tethenar.
ââIf by date, he means a dance with death at the end of a glacial storm then yes. Nothing personal, Tethenar, but I know you have your orders.ââ
Eh, I shall have to pass. Aside from you being a walking corpse, I am not really into elves. Good luck with your date however and I hope there are no hard feelings.
Well, there's a few problems 'ere laddie. First, ye side wi' t' Horde. Ah'm sure ye can imagine 'ow this causes a wee problem.
Second, ye a lad. This would be t' second problem.
Ye new tae this conflict an' ye dunnae strike me as evil as t' bloody Orcs an' thei usual entourage so ah'll give ye o' polite answer.
Nae.
Second, ye a lad. This would be t' second problem.
Ye new tae this conflict an' ye dunnae strike me as evil as t' bloody Orcs an' thei usual entourage so ah'll give ye o' polite answer.
Nae.
"I didn't understand a thing he just said other than Horde and Orcs, so I think I'll deny him the pleasure. Besides, at this rate every conversation we'll have will probably just involve politics!" Thuldrell's voice goes into a more sarcastic tone
"And boy! do I love politics!" he says, shaking his head whilst grinning.
"And boy! do I love politics!" he says, shaking his head whilst grinning.
"Do you? Perhaps we could have a more intimate and private conversation about that subject ." Ilivara says with her characteristic smile. "I was often involved in the middle of it along almost all of the other houses. Parties weren't really parties, more cold warfare. I'm sure you know all about of it too."
"Or we could perhaps do other thing. You would perhaps prefer that."
"Or we could perhaps do other thing. You would perhaps prefer that."
A little less politics would be preferable indeed.
I'm open for suggestions.
I'm open for suggestions.
"I like being alive so thank you, but no thank you mister."
Astrophel wholly concurs with that statement, but then realises who he's talking to.
The guy with the cart accident! Sure, it was quite a while ago, but looked dangerous from some noble's window!
Ask how he's doing, how's trade if that's his work. Astrophel sparks a paperbag of cinnamon buns into his hand and chomps on one as he listens and gestures the open bag towards Marvin.
Has the date of friendship already begun...!?
The guy with the cart accident! Sure, it was quite a while ago, but looked dangerous from some noble's window!
Ask how he's doing, how's trade if that's his work. Astrophel sparks a paperbag of cinnamon buns into his hand and chomps on one as he listens and gestures the open bag towards Marvin.
Has the date of friendship already begun...!?
"A date of friendship, with some... or many tasty fruit and hot pies included? I'm really up to it! And I got soooo many new stories from my last visit to the desert, which could really use an advice from a wizard! honest!"
Looks at Raeloria's profile from the dating agency, frowns, then lets out a musical giggle.
"Oh dear... by her garb I'd say she's a crusader... and of our cousins who so unceremoniously booted us from Silvermoon... yes, I'm sure nothing can go wrong here.
Still, I keep an open mind, and bear little to no grudge. So yes, I could stand to go out with her for a nice cup of tea or some fresh juice.
It should at least prove interesting."
"Oh dear... by her garb I'd say she's a crusader... and of our cousins who so unceremoniously booted us from Silvermoon... yes, I'm sure nothing can go wrong here.
Still, I keep an open mind, and bear little to no grudge. So yes, I could stand to go out with her for a nice cup of tea or some fresh juice.
It should at least prove interesting."
"It can work out. My sister's an Argent Crusader too, and we get along well. Most of the time. Okay, some of the time. Fifty-fifty, really, but that's neither here nor there. More to the point: I'd certainly enjoy a date. Could go out for some drinks, see if we have anything in common. Maybe it'll work out, maybe not. Always worth a shot."