We Are Deeply Sorry

“Aslaug Tigersfeet here reporting from the Black Citadel where the charr have apparently just CANCELLED the Norn Fighting Tournament.

There are a lot of unhappy NFT fans here, things could get ugly.

It appears one of the charr organizers is taking center stage, let’s see what he has to say.”

The elderly charr raised a paw to quiet the audience.  With another wave and a sparking of mesmeric magic, he began, “Thank you all for coming here.  Instead of the scheduled Norn Fighting Tournament, we the charr of the four legions, have a different presentation in store.  Before we begin I would like to formally welcome our visitors from Ebonhawke.”

Then he stepped back and bowed his head.  From the edges of the fighting ring poured a multitude of charr, arrayed with banners displaying the sigils of the Blood, Ash, and Iron legions.  They stood silent for a moment, and then began to sing.

Behold the kingdom Ascalon.
Weep o’er her heaths once fair.
Where once the humans held domain
and danced their courtly airs.

Then come did we with steel and flame
to sear your grass so green.
And drive you from your one time home
towards arms of those Unseen.

The first two bars were sung with a gradual crescendo.  The charr voices, deep and reverberant, gathered their growling syllables in a mournful tune.  As they sang, a fourth group of charr issued from the rear of the fighting ring.  This group, garbed in the shocking oranges and reds of the flame legion, began to add their voices to those of the other legions.  The charr voices rose to a deafening climax and suddenly

stopped.

The tightly-packed group of Flame Legion disentegrated, and from their midst stepped a massive charr warrior.  His polished horns raked the air a full head above his legionmates and his shoulders would seem impossibly broad if not for an equally deep barrel chest.  His gaze, mournful, he fixed unwaveringly on the human delegation from Ebonhawke.  In his hand he held a single red iris flower, and on his haunches he bore a tu-tu.

He bowed, and began to pirouette, singing the final verse in a deep, sonorous baritone.

Though at our hands you suffer much
we beg your hearts, don’t harden.
For from the Legions four we say:
“Dear humans, we cry your pardon.”
A charr ode of apology

The charr are deeply sorry for burning your homes, but you still can't have Ascalon back.

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I hope you enjoyed this bit of fiction.  Sadly I cannot take full credit for its creation.  Tasha requested that I paint a charr ballerina after reading some ridiculous ‘news’ posts by Guild Wars Exclusive.

Art, story, and bad poetry, however, are Tigerfeet originals. 😉

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  • Comments (9)
  1. That poor charr… Why would you do that?

      • Tigerfeet
      • March 24th, 2011

      I have a deep and abiding appreciation for the ludicrous. Also Tasha started it 😉

  2. Well… you did it. You went there.

    Someone had to I suppose.

    No amount of prancing or frilly frocks will allow me to forgive the Charr for Ascalon. I am going to be EXTREMELY prejudiced when the game comes out. 😀

  3. Wow… you just blew my mind.

    • Ven
    • March 27th, 2011

    Charr are still manly even with that tutu on.

    • ArcherAvatar
    • March 31st, 2011

    OMG! my eyes! my eyes!

    *sigh* some things can never be “unseen” and once witnessed, they will scar your psyche for eternity.

      • Tigerfeet
      • March 31st, 2011

      You’re welcome >:3

  4. Pffhahaha…

    I really like reading your little stories. They’re pretty entertaining.

      • Tigerfeet
      • March 31st, 2011

      Thank you very much! 😀 They’re a lot of fun to write, I’m glad you enjoy them.

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