Mar 3, 2014
Psssst. Suthar has a blog by the way, go poke the dead tauren!
http://asksuthar.tumblr.com/
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Psssst. Suthar has a blog by the way, go poke the dead tauren!
http://asksuthar.tumblr.com/
What is your relationship with An'she and those who wield her powers?
The tauren shifts his weight uncomfortably. “I owe the Earthmother and all of her kin a debt… Hrm, I am shamed to think that An’she and Mu’sha see the, hrm, creature that I am now but I hope that I can use the, hmm” Suthar pauses, flicking his ears and snorts. “Beasts that can kill a tribe are often tamed, yes. I hope that I help by stopping those who corrupt and destroy with malice as a tamed wolf helps the hunt instead of hindering, yes?”
Grunting and rolling his shoulders, Suthar pauses for a moment. “As to the Sunwalkers, while it is not, ah, pleasant to be close to them, much less so when they call for An’she’s aid, I mearly ask not to be a subject of their, hrm, ‘healing’. If I can aid them then I will, naturally, otherwise it is best to stay appart.”
"What do you want with me?"
Suthar flicks his ears. “I, ah, hoped that you might, hrm, know of some talisman, or charm, that would, hrm, control needs.” The tauren shifts his footing and snorts. “If I cannot control myself and fight as directed, then I am of no use. A blade that stands idle when a shield is needed, yes?”
The Blood Mage peers at you from a distance, decidedly wary.
Suthar stares back stoically, resting the tip of his sword on the ground and his hands on the pommel.
SIE SIND DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE JÄGER
I am afraid I only speak Taurahe, Orcish and, hrm, Common. I have fought at the side of many races, unfortunately, the words I have learnt from them are not among these.
A dasingly handsome, fire-haired Farstrider stands before you. There is a certain air of... excitement around him. As if you never know what's next whenever you are beside him. His sharp features form a almost avian appearence - In all the right ways. His smile, the brightest you have seen in many years. His bronze coloured armour well fitting, and melds perfectly with his brown and white coloured tabard. What do you do?
Suthar peers over at the elf while he works on the forge, grunting slightly. "The rebellion has succeeded then? Good, my blade is ready when you have need of it." The tauren grunts, continuing to strike the anvil as he forged yet another blade. "You might find that the, hrm, armoury, is better stocked than before."
I heard from a friend of mine that you are capable of destroying me through this so called "internet" - Is true?
I have not attempted to do so before, but my, hrm, abilities only reach so far. Does this contraption channel ‘magic’? I could try if you wished.