Magyar in The Barrens, about to attack a deer when his Imp advises not to, then tells a story.
Story-
Dryad in Ashenvale, describe area, the normal behavior and how she is different. Throughout the story, she will eventually find her way to the Emerald Dream to contact her father, in hopes of granting her wish to allow her the ability to communicate with Threeflower, an Orc that cares for the plants he harvests.The dryad wishes to tell Cenaruius about how the Orcs have changed, putting his soul to a final rest, and beginning the cycle of restoring peace in Ashenvale, and the destruction of the demons within. Cenarius shows frustration, and punishes his daughter by removing her druidic abilities she possessed, and curse is placed on her. The curse reverts her to one of the 2 forms that a dryad is known for. Thatform being the deer. Returns now to Magyar in The Barrens.
End-
The deer in The Barrens gets killed by a hunter, and the Imp replies "Now the rest of the story can unfold, Master."
Aftermath-
Somewhere unknown (describe outland or outworld, whatever), a lone blood elf female awakes from a slumber and blinks. Then she states "Thank you father. I shall now find that Orc." The end.
Note to self to vaguely describe the dryad as an elf, so it is unknown if she is a night elf (as she should be) or a blood elf, since she has been forsaken by her father. (Shes a blood elf! :D)
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A silent breeze flows through the trees in Ashenvale, and gently lisps at the exposed skin on a nearby orc. Magyar's soft eyes slowly look around as he seems to be searching for Inruki, his trollish friend. With his left hand, he gently brushes leaves from his robes, and motions to his small companion to be still.
"Why don't we attack that deer? Its a perfect target, Magyar. Shes just sitting there, and when we are done, we can easily walk away, no questions asked. How about you just let me kill it? I may be an imp, but that one is no match for me. Please let me still this target and end her life. It would be so easily acomplished," the small one asks, while violently kicking at the roots on the ground.
"What is so interesting about that deer? She looks like all the others, and you said nothing about them," Magyar replies. He keeps scanning for Inruki, never glancing at the doe.
"Nothing, master. Its just that I have wanted that one dead for so long."
"It sounds like you have a story to tell. This is an order, little one, so I expect the story to be good. I'll setup a camp fire, while we await Inruki's arrival. This story better be good, or I'll leave you to tell Inruki about how you want to murder the deer in this forest." Magyar glances down at the imp demon, and a smile spreads across his large chin.
"So be it then, Magyar. I shall tell you the story that you want to hear." The imp looks down at the ground and frowns. His yellow eyes blink twice, and then they turn green as the imp takes a deep breath.
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"Cemes, come on! Come and play ball with us! Come and get your hooves on Sister!" a dryad bounces up to her sister, poking her in the side. "Don't be so elfish, come and play like the dryad you are!"
"I can't help it sister, I just like to sit down and think on things. Like on how the moon rotates, how the grass grows, and many other things. Even, even on things like how the Orcs killed father.." Cemes looks downcast at the earth, knowing that the way she thought on things was pretty much taboo to her race, as she was supposed to be running around laughing and playing with her sisters.
"Lets go play! We can run with the breeze! Please come and play, the other sisters think you don't like to play anymore, that you are played out and stuff since them green thingies came. Come and play!" The younger dryad pulled on Cemes' arm, trying to coax her sister to come out of hiding and to run around aimlessly.
"You go play, Sismeren. I'll catch up with you later, ok? I need to go down to the river to get a drink." Without waiting for her sister's response, Cemes springs off towards the south so she can reach the refreshing waters of the nearby river.
As she nears the river, Cemes slows down to listen to her surroundings, checking to see if any predators are around. Glancing into the distance, Cemes spies her usual hiding spot for taking a drink. Nearing slowly, the wind shifts direction and Cemes catches the scent of a flower.
The sight bewildered the dryad, as she saw something she both didn't wish to see, and didn't understand. Before her was an orc, carefully kneeling down and inspecting the lotus flower. Reaching with his large fingers, the orc reached into his pink tabbard and pulled out a small cutery tool, as well as a pouch. Using his knee for support, the orc leaned forward and carefully trimmed a minute petal from the flower, and carefully placed it within the pouch that he withdrew moments before. Smiling, the orc stood up, and walked out the other end of the grove.
Forgetting about the water that she came to drink, Cemes darts off to a cleft in the shadows of an old tree nearby so she could recollect herself. Her heart pounding, Cemes rubs the sweat from her brow as she remembers the day that the orcs came and killed off her father. Those orcs were ruthless, and killed things as if they were demons. Indeed, the resting place of one of those orcs is inhabited now by demons, the very orc that not only killed her father, but also killed the demon Mnemoth.
This orc though, seemed to be kind and caring. He acted with care, and only took what he needed from the plant. He cut carefully, made sure not to damage the plant more than needed, and even had a special herb pouch to place the plant in so that the piece that was taken would not rot away too quickly. This orc actually cared for what he was doing, and what he left behind.
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