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Since I am to write a ridiculas amont of words each day, there will be small drabbles here and there, count on it. :-P Today I had no inspiration to write anything on my Vampire-story really, so I decided to make a time-line for it (half-done) and a plan how to write it (done). Instead I wrote a drabble about my World of Warcraft character, Caina Knuckleduster and a response to the RPG I am in. So, in total I managed to hit out 1065 words today. Not bad! Not bad at all. :-D Especially since I am not used to writing each day. At all. :-P
So... To celebrate, have a ficlet! :-)
Title: A day at the anvil...
Author: KSena
Disclaiminer: World of Warcraft belongs to Blizzard. I just play in it... Character Caina belongs to me. Other characters she runs in to belongs to there respective players...
Rating: None. Just a bit of rude talk.
Summery: Caina is doing what she does best... working metal and being rude.
Word-count: 510
Notes: This actually happend when I was playing WoW not that long ago... Poor players running into my rude characters... Un-betad.
Caina was highly pissed. She needed a beer. Gawd damn dwarf!
It had been a visit to Ironforge like any other visits. Nothing strange. Not at all. All the gnomes in the city knew she was a blacksmith. And a skilled one. One of the few swordsmiths known. Working on reaching mastership. But… She was a gnome. A bit taller and sturdier then her fellow gnome-ladies, but still. Just a gnome. She knew many of the dwarfs in the city laughed at her behind her back. Blacksmithing was there line of work, wasn’t it?
Oh, it didn’t happen often. But today, when she’d worked at the anvil at the center of the city, a dwarf, also a warrior, approached her. She had refused to acknowledge his presence at first, since she wanted to finish of the beautiful sword she was working on, using the strange materials she had found during her explorations in Outland.
“Yer a ingeneer, lass?” he had asked. Of course he did. Nearly all gnomes were ingeneers of one kind or another. They also worked metal for there inventions.
“No, I am not.” She had answered, hoping that would end the conversation. It didn’t.
“Ah… Blacksmith then, eh? Wouldn’t have guessed, really….” He answered with a smirk.
One last swing of the hammer, down the cooling water and the sword was done. Only needed polishing.
“Right. So, since I am being a bloody gnome means I can’t be a warrior, eh? Or a blacksmith? What the hell??? Oh right… We are just supposed to be small and cute, yeah? Well, sorry to disappoint.” she had growled at him, spitting on the floor, pulling an errant green string of hair from her face.
“Sorry, lass.” The dwarf said. “Didn’t mean no’thin. Just surprised me is all.”
“Yeah, yeah… Whatever.”
She had just left him there by the anvil. Gawd damn dwarfs. Mostly she didn’t mind them. They were a fun bunch usually. Good at holding there beer. Good at making the stuff to. And now Caina was thirsty. Having a yell-fest with a dwarf usually gave her a craving for a drink.
Slamming her plate-clad fist right under the bartenders nose at Stonefire Tavern. He woke up with a jerk. “What?”
“Give me your strongest, eh? As usual.”
“Sure, sure” he said, getting Jug of Bourbon, that she payed for with 19 silvers. As usual. She made much more on her swords…
With a sigh, she sat down in a corne. She supposed some of the dwarfs could have accepted esier her proffesion and her line of work… had she been thought by dwarfs. But, she had grown up among the humans in Stormwind. Talking of wish, she sighed, she had to visit her mother and father at the Cathedral there. Been to long… And they were probably worried over there head-strong daughter that travelled wide and far these days…
But then… After that… she needed to get back to Outland. She needed more material to work with. And there was always something there looking for a fight…
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So... To celebrate, have a ficlet! :-)
Title: A day at the anvil...
Author: KSena
Disclaiminer: World of Warcraft belongs to Blizzard. I just play in it... Character Caina belongs to me. Other characters she runs in to belongs to there respective players...
Rating: None. Just a bit of rude talk.
Summery: Caina is doing what she does best... working metal and being rude.
Word-count: 510
Notes: This actually happend when I was playing WoW not that long ago... Poor players running into my rude characters... Un-betad.
Caina was highly pissed. She needed a beer. Gawd damn dwarf!
It had been a visit to Ironforge like any other visits. Nothing strange. Not at all. All the gnomes in the city knew she was a blacksmith. And a skilled one. One of the few swordsmiths known. Working on reaching mastership. But… She was a gnome. A bit taller and sturdier then her fellow gnome-ladies, but still. Just a gnome. She knew many of the dwarfs in the city laughed at her behind her back. Blacksmithing was there line of work, wasn’t it?
Oh, it didn’t happen often. But today, when she’d worked at the anvil at the center of the city, a dwarf, also a warrior, approached her. She had refused to acknowledge his presence at first, since she wanted to finish of the beautiful sword she was working on, using the strange materials she had found during her explorations in Outland.
“Yer a ingeneer, lass?” he had asked. Of course he did. Nearly all gnomes were ingeneers of one kind or another. They also worked metal for there inventions.
“No, I am not.” She had answered, hoping that would end the conversation. It didn’t.
“Ah… Blacksmith then, eh? Wouldn’t have guessed, really….” He answered with a smirk.
One last swing of the hammer, down the cooling water and the sword was done. Only needed polishing.
“Right. So, since I am being a bloody gnome means I can’t be a warrior, eh? Or a blacksmith? What the hell??? Oh right… We are just supposed to be small and cute, yeah? Well, sorry to disappoint.” she had growled at him, spitting on the floor, pulling an errant green string of hair from her face.
“Sorry, lass.” The dwarf said. “Didn’t mean no’thin. Just surprised me is all.”
“Yeah, yeah… Whatever.”
She had just left him there by the anvil. Gawd damn dwarfs. Mostly she didn’t mind them. They were a fun bunch usually. Good at holding there beer. Good at making the stuff to. And now Caina was thirsty. Having a yell-fest with a dwarf usually gave her a craving for a drink.
Slamming her plate-clad fist right under the bartenders nose at Stonefire Tavern. He woke up with a jerk. “What?”
“Give me your strongest, eh? As usual.”
“Sure, sure” he said, getting Jug of Bourbon, that she payed for with 19 silvers. As usual. She made much more on her swords…
With a sigh, she sat down in a corne. She supposed some of the dwarfs could have accepted esier her proffesion and her line of work… had she been thought by dwarfs. But, she had grown up among the humans in Stormwind. Talking of wish, she sighed, she had to visit her mother and father at the Cathedral there. Been to long… And they were probably worried over there head-strong daughter that travelled wide and far these days…
But then… After that… she needed to get back to Outland. She needed more material to work with. And there was always something there looking for a fight…
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Date: 2008-09-05 11:31 pm (UTC)My first character to lvl 70 and 60 when that was the top was a tauren huntress. Huntress Skyfire. To much drama in her guild, so she is collecting dust nowadays. :-)
Or you on European or US servers? I am playing on European servers, Ravenholdt EU is Caina's home. :-)