3 posts tagged “hunter”

'Twas time for me to leave 'da Den and excited I was, yes, much so. Da' tasks before me were eezy kills. Boars, v'familiars, scoprids - whose sting, yeah, stung but 'dere marks of honor. As huntress, skin will never be smooth, will always have cuts, tsk, tsk - is da' way of me life as chosen so. Other bre'dern not so friendly as me thought...but perhups, too much tinking on me part. I move on like me arrows to my fallen prey. Helped hunter orc like me'self with tasks. Hunter orc Yukna have no arrows. Tsk, tsk. Silly orc-child hunter. Where be ya' arrows to down da' prey? No, him rush headlong swinging his ax. Tsk, tsk. 'Twas all when done, he want us to run from cave, kill nuthin' - just run from. I laugh inside. Oh, silly orc-child. I tells him, "I not run from inny fight. Ya' leave if ya' want..."  Orc-child hunter stays wit me and we go forth. All fall be'fore us. And after da' cave, I shows him where to gets arrows. Hunters never shult be wit'out arrows. Not hunter in me mind at all wit'out arrows. I goes to Sen'jin tribe to hunts again. New prey to hunt. Life be good to me.

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OOC Notes - always wanted to play a troll, even if they do run lopsided. Had not much luck with a shammy and since trolls have bonuses with arrows, I figured my best bet was with a hunter. Plus I like hunters anyway. Lvl 6 on Zuraina in 1.5 hours. As for my first feel for the TBH server, nice to NOT see trade spam like you see on Feathermoon once you hit Darnassus. Of course, this may change once I hit Orgrimar. We shall see. And who in the heck on an RP server names their male orc: Jonnydrama ??? Give me a break!

And now he looks like he's part of some heavy metal glam rock band (its the whole outfit. Harness top does not help! Nor the pants or the boots) So, next week before we take off to visit family, I play with either my nelf druid (Lleiawyn) or my huntress, whose name escapes me. Belfs might be slowly taking over my heart, but they still move like pansies.