old-ish muse, voice testing.

[winterinlordaeron]

Mundane, you know I have work that needs to be done. After I find out what that harpy has done with Koltira, then I will be willing to leave.

You and I both know well enough that there is little else left for me here. I cannot return to the life I once had.  There is only war...and what good is that if you don't have someone to fight against? Let's go find that elf and drag him out of whatever hole he's been thrown into this time.

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[sonof_thrain]

You seek to fight an elf? [Yes, you've peaked his interest.]

[winterinlordaeron]

If it comes to it, yes. I suppose it depends on the state I find him in.

[sonof_thrain]

I have no friends in elven kind. [Ew.]

[winterinlordaeron]

They're more trouble than they're worth, sometimes. Unfortunately, this one is a brother in arms. I can't simply leave him to rot.

[And there's the whole "he's my only friend" thing but yeah.]

[sonof_thrain]

That is a most difficult problem. I care not for elves and would not have one among my kind during any fight. As they tend to betray us dwarven kind.

[winterinlordaeron]

I've seen them fight before- they tried, but it didn't turn out well for them.

We don't see eye-to-eye on everything, but that doesn't change that I have to help him if I can. I wasn't there for him once, I'm not going to make that mistake again.

[darknessb4me]

What if you find him and he doesn't want to be saved?

[winterinlordaeron]

Any of us would choose freedom over the alternative.

heh

[frostheart]

Charming, as ever.

the screeching can be heard from outer space

[winterinlordaeron]

Guess we all can't have your natural graces. Lot of good that did you.

[No but really he's happy to see you Koltira have a little bow and a laugh.]

There, I tried. Is that better?

oh no my poor eardrums!!

[frostheart]

[ man whatever he can't help it that he's ore kidnap-worthy than you are. i mean look at that beard, who even wants that. ]

Not entirely, but I suppose it'll have to do.

...you didn't need those, right?

[winterinlordaeron]

[Listen you're just jealous you can't even GROW a beard.

He shakes his head. Rolling his eyes at you, Koltira.]

Can't help it, I'm just a farmer.

[And there's a smirk, and he gives Koltira a quick look-over.]

Good to see you're in one piece, though. I'd rather not have to put you back together.

well, i surely don't now!

[frostheart]

[ WHY WOULD HE EVEN BE JEALOUS it's probably all full of gross bits of scourge brains.

and there it is - the slow, begrudging pull of a wan smirk at the corner of his mouth. let none say that koltira isn't occasionally capable of mirth - though it's generally at another's expense.

thassarian's expense, that is. ]

I'd hate to see the monstrosity to come of that, with those clumsy hands.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[winterinlordaeron]

[He's just sayin- you've been trying out the soul patch thing for a while. It's time to just give it up because you'll never have a glorious face full of hair okay.

He's saving those scourge brains for later he's gotta start making a new Lurid somewhere.]

Well stop getting yourself in to trouble, and you'll never have to.

[But he sees that smirk. That's better.]

Unless, of course, you'd rather live your unlife as an abomination. Then, by all means, keep getting yourself into trouble.

clutches face no really i am very excited for this

[frostheart]

[ dude a soul patch is perfectly acceptable and just the right amount of facial hair if you ask him okay. a face like this shouldn't be hidden behind a nasty beard aight.

koltira cocks a brow. ]

Are you quite finished? All I hear is complaining.

oh my gosh, same. Do you AIM or anything? >_>

[winterinlordaeron]

[Dude Koltira I think you're vastly overestimating how well-preserved your corpse is, just sayin.]

Funny, that's all it ever sounds like on my end, too.

i do i do!! mischieving c:

[frostheart]

[ wow rude as hell he's the hottest corpse ever alright man you're such a douche. ]

You're the one who came looking for me, I'll remind you.

okay going to IM you and scream at you.

[winterinlordaeron]

[you started it, beard-hater.]

You're welcome, by the way.

screaming commenced

[frostheart]

[ yeah well maybe it if weren't so gross i wouldn't hate it. ]

For what? Saving me from the errant danger of my mundane? Am I meant to be grateful?

[winterinlordaeron]

[It is not gross it just needs a trim, princess.]

No, for even bothering to look for you. Try as you might, you're not going to be rid of me too easily.

[frostheart]

[ he'll be the judge of that, sergeant grossface. ]

Ah, threatening me already, are you?

[winterinlordaeron]

I just like to keep you mindful of how much you have to suffer in unlife.

[frostheart]

I remind myself again of how lucky I am to have you.

[winterinlordaeron]

Wouldn't hurt you to show it by not running off, for once.

[frostheart]

Feel free to register a complaint, to be succinctly ignored.