Example Character History
“I am a poet and singer, spreading tales of truth and of love. How else could I have wooed my sweet turtledove? What did transpire came much to my surprise, for you see in her eyes I found more than desire. Tell me mortals, both under moon and sun, what of two souls that truly become one? Even for an elf who weaves tapestries of song, it is a most intricate thing to precisely pass on. Lest to say, a shackle unknown is rent by passion’s fire and releases your heart to soar higher and higher, till you look down on the trees, all the leaves and blooms, and they shine with such lustre they’ll make even a warrior swoon.”
“Now tell me friend, imagine if you can, if his turtledove is lost what becomes of the man. Oh, the colour remains as brilliant as ever, though it’s only one shade, red, like the cardinal’s feather. I see it in the water, the leaves and the ale, so I must toss it down for it’s all vinegary and stale. Odd though it is, only with the mead and the wine do my cursed senses once more become mine. You see, my dove took my soul to where the ravens wait and she sings to it a song of blood and of hate. Oh, it tears my heart and turns my head, her bittersweet melody of pain and dread, but I shall sing it for her till the blood elf is dead.”
"Fandu-dath-belore?" Who goes there?
Oh, hello. I thought you were...well...never mind! If anyone asks, however, I am NOT the one who took Miss Aimee's brownie! I swear it just sort of found its way into my lap! You know, Dalaran is full of magic and weirdness. It's quite possible that that is JUST what happened! The brownie probably saw me pass by and admire its most exquisite makings and in gratitude, grew legs and followed me all the way here! But, oh, where are my manners! Let me introduce myself...l'll just wipe this chocolate off of my hand...Oh, hey! Don't look at me with such an accusing eye! That is chocolate cake! Ok! I mean it is from when the walking brownie shook my hand as it said goodbye and left to return to the most gracious Miss Aimee!
Well, now. Where was I? Oh, right! Ande'thoras-ethil! May your troubles diminish! Or, as we like to say in Darkshore, 'May the thistlebear not smell your dinner!' Ha! No, I just made that up!
I guess by now you realize that we citizens of Darkshore are not your run of the mill Night Elf! The darn skies are grey enough, that we don't need to add to the gloom by walking around with dour looks on our faces! Not to say, however, that silence and reflection are not noble aspirations. I will just say this and let it be! The fish in Darkshore grow twice as big than those in the shallow pools of Darnassus! Why you ask? Well, its simple really. When a Darkshore fish wakes up in the morning he or she thinks to itself: 'How many fish shall I eat today?' Then, it swims out to find them. A Darnassus fish, on the other hand, wakes up and says: 'How many fish did I eat yesterday?' Then, it swims out to find them. Ha! You understand? Like I said, simple!
Oh, I do get swept away, don't I? First of all, you'll have to pardon my little ode to self pity that you overheard prior to our getting acquainted. I am not usually so melodramatic, except when I am working of course. I am a bard, after all. But you look smart. I am sure you guessed THAT already too! I usually get a good measure of people when I first meet them, a bit like how my An'da!, my father, always knows whats on the hook before he reels it in. That's why he is the best fisherman in the whole of Darkshore! Now don't you be believing what that crawler of a fisherman, Astaia, up in Darnassus says! His family is always trying to nip and pinch at the heels of the Galesongs. Oh that is my name, by the way, Salamandar. Salamandar Galesong! And you my new friend, you are..?
“Now tell me friend, imagine if you can, if his turtledove is lost what becomes of the man. Oh, the colour remains as brilliant as ever, though it’s only one shade, red, like the cardinal’s feather. I see it in the water, the leaves and the ale, so I must toss it down for it’s all vinegary and stale. Odd though it is, only with the mead and the wine do my cursed senses once more become mine. You see, my dove took my soul to where the ravens wait and she sings to it a song of blood and of hate. Oh, it tears my heart and turns my head, her bittersweet melody of pain and dread, but I shall sing it for her till the blood elf is dead.”
"Fandu-dath-belore?" Who goes there?
Oh, hello. I thought you were...well...never mind! If anyone asks, however, I am NOT the one who took Miss Aimee's brownie! I swear it just sort of found its way into my lap! You know, Dalaran is full of magic and weirdness. It's quite possible that that is JUST what happened! The brownie probably saw me pass by and admire its most exquisite makings and in gratitude, grew legs and followed me all the way here! But, oh, where are my manners! Let me introduce myself...l'll just wipe this chocolate off of my hand...Oh, hey! Don't look at me with such an accusing eye! That is chocolate cake! Ok! I mean it is from when the walking brownie shook my hand as it said goodbye and left to return to the most gracious Miss Aimee!
Well, now. Where was I? Oh, right! Ande'thoras-ethil! May your troubles diminish! Or, as we like to say in Darkshore, 'May the thistlebear not smell your dinner!' Ha! No, I just made that up!
I guess by now you realize that we citizens of Darkshore are not your run of the mill Night Elf! The darn skies are grey enough, that we don't need to add to the gloom by walking around with dour looks on our faces! Not to say, however, that silence and reflection are not noble aspirations. I will just say this and let it be! The fish in Darkshore grow twice as big than those in the shallow pools of Darnassus! Why you ask? Well, its simple really. When a Darkshore fish wakes up in the morning he or she thinks to itself: 'How many fish shall I eat today?' Then, it swims out to find them. A Darnassus fish, on the other hand, wakes up and says: 'How many fish did I eat yesterday?' Then, it swims out to find them. Ha! You understand? Like I said, simple!
Oh, I do get swept away, don't I? First of all, you'll have to pardon my little ode to self pity that you overheard prior to our getting acquainted. I am not usually so melodramatic, except when I am working of course. I am a bard, after all. But you look smart. I am sure you guessed THAT already too! I usually get a good measure of people when I first meet them, a bit like how my An'da!, my father, always knows whats on the hook before he reels it in. That's why he is the best fisherman in the whole of Darkshore! Now don't you be believing what that crawler of a fisherman, Astaia, up in Darnassus says! His family is always trying to nip and pinch at the heels of the Galesongs. Oh that is my name, by the way, Salamandar. Salamandar Galesong! And you my new friend, you are..?