“See that slick-ear squire?” Bricu nods to the blonde blood-elf in full plate with a two-handed sword strapped to her back. The hilt, a beautifully sculpted phoneix, is clearly visible.

“Her name is Dorri, an’ she’s the other wonky git in charge o’the Slick Ear guild, the Prophecy o’Light. What yer not afraid o’a Blood Elf… Then yer a bloody fool. I’ve seen that one take down blokes twice her size in a Rose Tourney. The only thing that kept the poor tosser alive was someone else sayin’ the fight’s o’er an’ her bloke shoutin’ fer her ta stand down. That was with a Tauren that they associate with from time ta time. They like him. Imagine what she’d do ta yeh, some pissant she doesn’t e’en recognize?

“Still don’t believe me? I saw her at the Battle fer the Undercity a while back. She an’ her bloke, Keltyr. They were on the front line, takin’ back what was stolen….an when his Highness, the Mighty Chin, ordered an attack, they lept up ta counter charge. They killed at least two folk ‘fore Jania stopped the madness. Two folk in the blink o’yer beady little eyes. Think the only reason why they didn’t go fer me wasn’t the Black n’Red, but the fact that I was holdin’ folk back from followin’ The Chin’s orders. At least, that’s the rumor I heard… So if yeh want to go get yer arse handed back ta yeh, go ahead. Pick the fight. I’m gonna stand here an’ take bets on her.”

–
Dorritow aka Corspilla aka Tarelyn is an old school feathermooninite who has, in person, laughed at me. Not with me, at me. She is a brilliant RPer, Raid Leader and a supportive friend.