A day in the life of your toon
We stumbled upon a few bloggers doing this challenge from Z & Cinder, and it got us thinking about what a day in the life of Soforah and Sardoken would be like.
Just like everyday, I don’t wait for the sun to rise, I get up and I do my exercises: one thousand push-ups (on one hand) and 5 rounds of Orgrimmar, I don’t even break a sweat. What did you think, that I had these fabulous muscles for free, it takes a lot of work, you know?!
Then, I go to the market to buy some groceries. My awesome new tattoos don’t go unnoticed, a group of young nymphets scream when they see me, but I’m used to it and I don’t even look at them.
I get back to our home and I do the chores. I try to remain as silent as I can, I wouldn’t want to wake up Soforah who’s still dreaming (probably of me).
I know that I spoil her, my friends don’t even know how to cook or how to clean. But she deserves the best, and I think we can safely say that this is exactly what she gets.
After having prepared her breakfast, I write a little note to my pumpkin pie. I let her know that I’ll be spending the day honoring the flame at the bonfire of Suramar. My old friend Marcel, probably the holiest guy I’ve ever known, has been asked to take care of it. I’ll be back before dawn.
I then take a windrider to Meredil and meet my old buddy. Very respectfully, we share a drink and memories of the past.
At that moment, I notice a young Night Elf girl approaching silently, a bucket in her hand. She thinks that she goes unnoticed, but nothing escapes my keen eyes. I also see three Suramar guards closing in on her, but she’s so focused on not spilling the water, that she pays no attention to them.
Horde or Alliance, it doesn’t matter to me. You see, I’m made of pure hero material, I can’t let a lady get in trouble. It’s a good occasion to practice my blind shooting, so I fire a shot over my shoulder, using only my hearing, not my sight. As expected, the bullet kills all three guards at once.
I walk to to the poor thing, she’s still shaking, but I sense that it isn’t out of fear anymore. I understand what’s going on… Like so many before her, she’s falling for my natural charm. Eventhough I can’t understand her language, I know that she’s probably offering herself to me. And, just like so many before her, I respectfully decline. You see, this magnificent Orc is already taken. I could get her name though… Alunaria. Well, little elf, your name will be on the list of my broken hearts.
An hour later, guess who decides to show up. Yep, Soforah finally got out of bed. She missed the action, but I feel better knowing that she was safe.
It’s eleven in the morning, and I’ve already done so much. The shopping is done and the dinner is ready for this evening. Sardoken, as usual, is still sleeping. He snores so loud that the cuttlery on the table is moving on its own.
I’d say that I do the chores silently, but honestly nothing could wake this slumbering Orc, only the smell of his coffee. It’s nearly noon when he finally decides to show up. He drinks what he calls his morning cup of Joe, I call it a bucket. Before I realise, he’s already gone and he has left me an almost unreadable note: Marcel – Bonfire – Suramar. My man, the poet.
I’d better go there myself, you have no idea what these two are capable of. Let me describe you the famous best friend of my husband: You already knew green Orcs and brown Orcs, but you propably didn’t know about red Orcs. Well, to my knowledge, there is only one. Marcel drinks so much that he’s permanently red-faced and his nose is deformed by the thousands (millions?) of beers he drank in his life. I don’t think that I’d hurt his feelings by calling him “the local town drunk”, he’d probably take it as a compliment.
While I love my man, I also know that he is not a saint. These two together is the perfect recipe for disaster. If we would want to get rid of the Legion, we’d just have to send these two with a few bottles of beer. Few are those who could survive it. Fortunately, I’m one of them. That’s why I’m heading to Meredil.
My mount hasn’t landed yet, but I can already hear their laughter. As I approach the place where the flame is located, I almost trip over the empty bottles they’ve left behind.
Here it is, the mighty scene of Sardoken and Marcel “honoring” the flame. They can’t even stand anymore, so drunk they are. All they can do is singing songs that would violate the most sinful ears. This bonfire has to be the most unholy in the entire festival.
Not far from them, I notice a young Night Elf approaching the fire to extinguish it. She didn’t notice the three Suramar guards closing in on her. I can’t expect my two heroes to do anything. In the state that they are, they probably can’t see anything anymore.
As I start to run, I ready my bow. My arrows reach their aim almost before my wolf could take care of the hostiles. The Night Elf says something, but I don’t understand her language. However, I can see that she’s grateful. She drops her bucket as a way to say that she won’t desecrate this fire.
I pick up the bucket and spill its entire content on Sardoken, who can barely stand. I drop him on the back of my mount and bring him back home, where he falls in a deep coma, until the next day…
There are 14 comments.
Haha, that was a fantastic read.
So full of himse-..I mean, so full of charm, that Sardoken.
Spot on screenshot, I can easily imagine him infront of me 🙂 And apparently, he was! What a gentleman… 😉
Very cool written with the bucket full of water – great immersive thought, when it comes to the bonfires and festival.
That screenshot of him sleeping was so cool too, those Zzzz made it come to life.
Haha, Soforah, I laughed out loud at the “My man, the poet.” comment 😛
Oh, red orcs, fel orcs?
Rofl, the way Soforah just takes care of those Suramar guards, while Sardoken think he is the one who did it. (Gosh, I hope his drunken shot didn’t hurt anyone!)
You know what, as focused as Alunaria is, to desecrate all the fires, you nailed it; Do something about Suramar and the people saying “Who goes there?!” and you are golden :p
Excellent post, so well tied together as a couple, loved getting both perspectives of it.
PS. Remember to reply here with a link, so you can get it added to the Challenge- post 🙂 ¨
Thanks for your comment, Alunaria… I wish that I could have seen your reaction when you read your name in the story 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed the story… When you spoke to Sardoken and he couldn’t understand, you were probably saying “are you nuts? You could have hit someone with that gun. Plus, you smell like beer. Don’t play with weapons when you’re drunk,…”, he just thought you were falling in love… Well, that’s Sardoken… <3
Oh this was wonderful! I had a good laugh. Thanks so much for joining in on the challenge! 😀
This post was awesome. I laughed so much reading Sardoken’s account and even harder when I got to Soforah’s, so well done guys 🙂
Thanks so much for the comments. I’m glad to see that you’ve all enjoyed the story… we’ve had a lot of fun working on it 🙂 It was awesome participating to this challenge 😀
Sure, my memory is failing on me… *pat pat* ;p
Thanks for your nice comments, Z & C 😉 and thank you for the challenge, we had a ton of fun writing it 🙂
Even if it’s a tragedy what happens here. Clearly, Soforah’s memory fails to bring back the events the way they really happened…
Hah, you are in luck, I recorded by reaction to reading my name in the story- here!
Hmm, I imagine that from saying
“Are you nuts? You could have hit someone with that gun. Plus, you smell like beer. Don’t play with weapons when you’re drunk,…”,
Sardoken probably just heard various bits of it, due to being so drunk (and charming..!)
So it became like
Looking forward to more interacting stories between Soforah and Sardoken 🙂
Sardoken’s hearing is more than perfect… But he doesn’t need words, he’s also a specialist in body language… https://media.giphy.com/media/tRCRvmaUV3c7C/giphy.gif
Hahah, brilliant 😀 That is quite some hair!
Haha, but don’t say that too loud… I wouldn’t want Sardoken’s ego to be bruised xp
Haha! What different perspectives on the same events! I imagine that the actual events of that day were somewhere in between the two extremes of the stories (but probably closer to Soforah’s tale than Sardoken’s :P)