A St. Patrick’s Day Tale
Musings from Tiamoon, gnome warrior in Meadows of Gold:
You know, my people traveled thousands of miles to find this new place of Oregon. The land was fertile, forests thick and expansive, meadows lush and large and for the most part, we were left alone. For many years life was peaceful and quiet until those irritating night elves moved into the valley. First they took over the hills and built fortresses so large no one could miss them. Then they started mixing with the humans [you know that’s asking for trouble]. And if all of that wasn’t enough to upset the balance of things, they start making noises as though they’re going to try and resurrect the old order of kings, kingdoms and servants—over my dead body.
I tried to warn the fae community but you know how ethereal they are. I want things to go back to the way they were, quiet—undisturbed.
Follow me to see how well things work.
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