Post by Sarah Nietch on Apr 26, 2005 15:29:50 GMT -5
((I made this when I originally joined, however as it was in a word document Windfoot had compatibility trouble uploading it to our bio section, he suggested I post it here for now, lets hope this goes well 
Thanks to Windfoot and my wow savvy brother for their help.))
Sarah Nietch,
Crouching Kitten, Hidden Rogue.
Personality: duty bound, dedicated, anarchistic, adolescent who enjoys Dwarfish music, alcoholic, dislikes Night Elf traditionalists, loyal.
Personified stories often start in a tavern; typically with the hero passed out but then awakens to narrate the story of his* life (*heroes are often men as women don’t have socks in their pants1). In this case, our creature of curiosity: Sarah Nietch has no desire to spill the beans to strangers so it befalls the dreaded all-seeing and unknown 3rd person to tell the story of this fallen “child of the stars”.
Born of conservator Ilthalaine- and Priestess Shanda of Shadowglen, Sarah was raised with her older sister Sinda (the reason for the female names beginning with an S is a secret family tradition which reasons remain undisclosed to this date) in the ways of The Kaldorei; loving of nature, respecting and protecting it.
Being raised by protective parents and older sister only fuelled Sarah’s rebel desire to leave and explore the world. So when the time came to for the two sisters to fly from the nest, Sinda went to neighbouring Dolanaar and settled as a leather vendor, so she could remain close to her parents while Sarah chose the opposite, she went with her long dreamt fantasies of a grand world waiting to be explored and signed up with The Sentinels.
After months of training in Teldrassil as a scout, Sarah was sent to serve The Sentinels in Ashenvale under Sentinel Raene Wolfrunner. She spent many seasons alone in the forest, under the rainy clouds or glaring stars… listening to the creatures of the forest bustling about. This was the life she loved, away from protective elves who always told her what to do. Here she was her own master and decided her own destiny. She found fulfilment in her duty; her own ecstasy lay in carrying out Wolfrunner’s tasks of spying on the Orcish camps and ears dropping on their dreaded plans, and the occasional “elimination” of whoever was dumb enough to have created those plans.
Not being a creature of social nature due to her protective upbringing and her innate hatred caused by that same upbringing made Sarah unpopular with the Sentinels. A weekly tavern fight after much drinking was the custom Sarah enjoyed but her black eyed superiors2 were never frilled which was witnessed in their regular verbal reprimands. The Sentinels never dismissed Sarah, she was a natural scout and their finest, besides they agreed; it would be very un-elfish to dismiss a fellow Night Elf over bar fighting and a syn iconoclast3 attitude, they hoped she would eventually come around: they were mistaken.
Sarah, after finishing her tour of duty, decided to travel to the Eastern Kingdoms. She tired of Night Elves, with their traditions, structures and rules. In fact at this point history would pronounce that Sarah Nietch was the first racist Nigh Elf disliking her own race and herself, a catalyst from her upbringing and experiences in Kalimdor.
Roaming the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms Sarah found happiness in discovering new people, new places and, naturally, new beer. However, the easy rider lifestyle did not last; one day as Sarah was traversing Elwyn forest, when she encountered a vicious gnoll who in gloating pride was an instance away from devouring a wounded kitten4. Being a Night Elf, born with the desire to defend nature, Sarah naturally jumped to the kitten’s rescue. In a classic stealthy manoeuvre the gnoll named Hogger suddenly realized: “I cn’t feal throaat, ello what tha’ dagger doin’ protrouding thro’ dere” An unspoken word was said by the dagger: “Goodbye” and then Hogger’s reality faded into darkness.
This is where history will say a change occurred in this young woman’s dark mood. In this kitten, that Sarah so rightfully named Tabs (Silver Tabby breed), she found an foreign feeling of harmony which she chose to explore. And so Sarah settled in Westfall and tended to her new girlfriend, Tabs the War kitten (self coined title). Sarah’s new job was in the service of the Westfall militia, a job she attained as reward for eliminating Hogger the gnoll.
The service of the Westfall militia was no picnic yet every evening one could relax at the tavern in the company of fellow hard working people such as farmers, woodcutters and other brothers1 in arms. It was here that Sarah’s spiralled and unguided life took a turn. Through her friendship with her commanding officer; Gryan Stoutmantle, she came to the epiphany that not all superiors should have black eyes and some, given enough seasons, deserved her respect. In turn Stoutmantle admired Sarah’s unquestioned resolve to complete the tasks laid before her.
Many seasons went by in Westfall, with Sarah either out for weeks in the cold and windy hills listening in on the Defias Brotherhood or spent at the bottom of a jug of beer at Sentinel Hill drinking with foresters and farmers singing dwarfish songs that she had picked up on her travels through Dun Morogh (These songs were always about gold as are custom with Dwarf songs).
These happy days did not last, as the cycle of change had to continue as is the custom with life. No one knew the reality of this more than Commander Stoutmantle, so it was with a heavy heart that he called Sarah to his tower and informed her that her time in the militia was over… She had learned all she could and it was time for her to continue her adventurous life outside of Westfall. With a saddened heart Sarah left Sentinel Hills, trotting towards somewhere but Sentinel Hill, a distressing thought in Sarahs mind, she so enjoyed that place. All she had as company was her memories and a happy kitten called Tabs faithfully running beside her. All she had to go on was the advice of her only friend; Stoutmantle, who had told her she should seek out a Guild a guild called Defenders of Valor. “There lies your future seasons my young one” had Stoutmantle declared. And so the story begins…<br>
1It is a well known fact that a person with a sock in his/her pants is more respected and listened to, most men are born with a substitute sock already inserted in their pants, hence history has always named important people as males.
2According to Sarah, the Sentinels are filled with superior not a very nice persons that need a good striking, and she is the lass for the task of handing them out.
3All good stories must have a few difficult words that make the reader feel lacking compared to the intelligence of the writer. This, of course, is but a mirage to cover up the fact: that the reader didn’t waste his time writing this junk thus he is in reality the intelligent one.
4Gnolls are famous for their lust for kittens and cappuccino. You can always find them either out hunting a litter of kittens or at the local Italian café enjoying a warm cup.
Thanks to Windfoot and my wow savvy brother for their help.))
Sarah Nietch,
Crouching Kitten, Hidden Rogue.
Personality: duty bound, dedicated, anarchistic, adolescent who enjoys Dwarfish music, alcoholic, dislikes Night Elf traditionalists, loyal.
Personified stories often start in a tavern; typically with the hero passed out but then awakens to narrate the story of his* life (*heroes are often men as women don’t have socks in their pants1). In this case, our creature of curiosity: Sarah Nietch has no desire to spill the beans to strangers so it befalls the dreaded all-seeing and unknown 3rd person to tell the story of this fallen “child of the stars”.
Born of conservator Ilthalaine- and Priestess Shanda of Shadowglen, Sarah was raised with her older sister Sinda (the reason for the female names beginning with an S is a secret family tradition which reasons remain undisclosed to this date) in the ways of The Kaldorei; loving of nature, respecting and protecting it.
Being raised by protective parents and older sister only fuelled Sarah’s rebel desire to leave and explore the world. So when the time came to for the two sisters to fly from the nest, Sinda went to neighbouring Dolanaar and settled as a leather vendor, so she could remain close to her parents while Sarah chose the opposite, she went with her long dreamt fantasies of a grand world waiting to be explored and signed up with The Sentinels.
After months of training in Teldrassil as a scout, Sarah was sent to serve The Sentinels in Ashenvale under Sentinel Raene Wolfrunner. She spent many seasons alone in the forest, under the rainy clouds or glaring stars… listening to the creatures of the forest bustling about. This was the life she loved, away from protective elves who always told her what to do. Here she was her own master and decided her own destiny. She found fulfilment in her duty; her own ecstasy lay in carrying out Wolfrunner’s tasks of spying on the Orcish camps and ears dropping on their dreaded plans, and the occasional “elimination” of whoever was dumb enough to have created those plans.
Not being a creature of social nature due to her protective upbringing and her innate hatred caused by that same upbringing made Sarah unpopular with the Sentinels. A weekly tavern fight after much drinking was the custom Sarah enjoyed but her black eyed superiors2 were never frilled which was witnessed in their regular verbal reprimands. The Sentinels never dismissed Sarah, she was a natural scout and their finest, besides they agreed; it would be very un-elfish to dismiss a fellow Night Elf over bar fighting and a syn iconoclast3 attitude, they hoped she would eventually come around: they were mistaken.
Sarah, after finishing her tour of duty, decided to travel to the Eastern Kingdoms. She tired of Night Elves, with their traditions, structures and rules. In fact at this point history would pronounce that Sarah Nietch was the first racist Nigh Elf disliking her own race and herself, a catalyst from her upbringing and experiences in Kalimdor.
Roaming the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms Sarah found happiness in discovering new people, new places and, naturally, new beer. However, the easy rider lifestyle did not last; one day as Sarah was traversing Elwyn forest, when she encountered a vicious gnoll who in gloating pride was an instance away from devouring a wounded kitten4. Being a Night Elf, born with the desire to defend nature, Sarah naturally jumped to the kitten’s rescue. In a classic stealthy manoeuvre the gnoll named Hogger suddenly realized: “I cn’t feal throaat, ello what tha’ dagger doin’ protrouding thro’ dere” An unspoken word was said by the dagger: “Goodbye” and then Hogger’s reality faded into darkness.
This is where history will say a change occurred in this young woman’s dark mood. In this kitten, that Sarah so rightfully named Tabs (Silver Tabby breed), she found an foreign feeling of harmony which she chose to explore. And so Sarah settled in Westfall and tended to her new girlfriend, Tabs the War kitten (self coined title). Sarah’s new job was in the service of the Westfall militia, a job she attained as reward for eliminating Hogger the gnoll.
The service of the Westfall militia was no picnic yet every evening one could relax at the tavern in the company of fellow hard working people such as farmers, woodcutters and other brothers1 in arms. It was here that Sarah’s spiralled and unguided life took a turn. Through her friendship with her commanding officer; Gryan Stoutmantle, she came to the epiphany that not all superiors should have black eyes and some, given enough seasons, deserved her respect. In turn Stoutmantle admired Sarah’s unquestioned resolve to complete the tasks laid before her.
Many seasons went by in Westfall, with Sarah either out for weeks in the cold and windy hills listening in on the Defias Brotherhood or spent at the bottom of a jug of beer at Sentinel Hill drinking with foresters and farmers singing dwarfish songs that she had picked up on her travels through Dun Morogh (These songs were always about gold as are custom with Dwarf songs).
These happy days did not last, as the cycle of change had to continue as is the custom with life. No one knew the reality of this more than Commander Stoutmantle, so it was with a heavy heart that he called Sarah to his tower and informed her that her time in the militia was over… She had learned all she could and it was time for her to continue her adventurous life outside of Westfall. With a saddened heart Sarah left Sentinel Hills, trotting towards somewhere but Sentinel Hill, a distressing thought in Sarahs mind, she so enjoyed that place. All she had as company was her memories and a happy kitten called Tabs faithfully running beside her. All she had to go on was the advice of her only friend; Stoutmantle, who had told her she should seek out a Guild a guild called Defenders of Valor. “There lies your future seasons my young one” had Stoutmantle declared. And so the story begins…<br>
1It is a well known fact that a person with a sock in his/her pants is more respected and listened to, most men are born with a substitute sock already inserted in their pants, hence history has always named important people as males.
2According to Sarah, the Sentinels are filled with superior not a very nice persons that need a good striking, and she is the lass for the task of handing them out.
3All good stories must have a few difficult words that make the reader feel lacking compared to the intelligence of the writer. This, of course, is but a mirage to cover up the fact: that the reader didn’t waste his time writing this junk thus he is in reality the intelligent one.
4Gnolls are famous for their lust for kittens and cappuccino. You can always find them either out hunting a litter of kittens or at the local Italian café enjoying a warm cup.