User:Nonsenseconscience
Disgruntled corporate financier, fresh-faced freelance writer, WoW addict and kali enthusiast (the martial art, not the goddess... although she is pretty hot).
Currently geeking it up on Kirin Tor alongside the Blacksky Company! Other servers have been abandoned with wild abandon.
Antagonistic Alts
Thundersong: Four years ago, Cairne Bloodhoof aligned my people's fate with that of the noble orcs. I was brash then, and young. I fancied that the spirits sang to me of conquest and retribution, of taking an axe to the hated centaurs and carving our lands back. But it all moved so slowly, in my eyes. So I joined the Company.
Chatty: Yes, yes... spirits this, and kolkar that. Fascinating, fascinating. Now, Chatty...
Thundersong: Silence, Chatterskull. I was speaking.
Chatty: Bah, I've heard your stories a hundred times! Join the company, see some war, coming of age, all that rot. Talk about Chatty!
Thundersong: ...
Chatty: Right, I'll talk about Chatty! You see, I was strolling about some godforsaken plain or another...
Thundersong: You were in our bountiful Mulgore. Show some respect.
Chatty: Yes, yes. Teeming life, bounteous spirits. Anyhow, there I was, wandering about, when I saw this silly young bull charge into a goblin mine. Swarmed immediately, of course. Mortal danger!
Thundersong: I was fine. I took a small cut on the arm, that's all, and besides -
Chatty: Well, I knew that he'd not last, and I was feeling ever so magnanimous, so, drawing upon my mountains of knowledge of tauren physiognomy...
Thundersong: Chatty, you can barely tell me from Ednae...
Chatty: Impertinent fleshie! Chatterskull's speaking about important things! Anyway, I drew upon my vast healing skill and kept him safe from his pint-sized doom, and he was ever SO grateful that he immediately begged Chatty to join his little ragtag mercenary band..
Thundersong: Begged? You FOLLOWED me for leagues!
Chatty: ... and Blackbraid was SO enthralled by my wit...
Thundersong: Surely you don't mean the Captain? He only took you in because we needed a healer...
Chatty: And we all lived happily ever after, and now Thundersong owes me his life!
Thundersong: ...
Chatty: Hm?
Thundersong: Chatterskull, I hate you.
