A/H - April Fools Company 2013! *CLOSED*

Wyrmrest Accord
Loving all the entries!

For those who entered, I have received all your grey items and we have them stored on a special alt :D
I keep wanting to save my gray items to write something. :/
*Wakes up and bumps into the pile of gray items she is storing, stubbing her toe.* Ow! Why did I ever agree to this? Why!
He was waiting by the covered bridge between Westfall and Duskwood, a small-time hustler wearing a Canvas Vest with a pink carnation. Nothing too obvious.

I stepped from the shrubbery. He saw me, waved me over.

'You got the goods?' he grunted.

I tossed a bag down. He looked around, then knelt and opened it, pulling out a Ruined Pelt. 'Oh, lovely,' he breathed, almost shaking.

'There's 20 in there. As promised.' Not that I knew what he wanted with them, but a job's a job.

'Yes,' he sighed. 'I'm rich! They'll forget all about Two-Shoed Lou once I hit the market with these babies!'

'My fee?'

He blinked at me, like he'd forgotten I was there. 'Ah, yes...the fee.' He nodded imperceptibly.

My well-honed sense of danger made me dodge. Just in time, as a big sweaty lug swung at me with a Bludgeoning Cudgel (honestly, it was carved on the side). The shady dealer squealed and clutched at his ill-gotten gains.

'This is more than we agreed on!' I barked. I had agreed to come obviously unarmed, but I had a holdout--a Poisoned Spider Fang up one sleeve, which I whipped out and jabbed at the lug. He groaned, clutching at his belly, Sticky Ichor running between his fingers.

I turned and spied the hustler running across the bridge, to Westfall and sweet freedom. Not so fast, I thought, and expertly threw the fang.

He cried out, the poisoned fang embedded between his shoulder blades, and fell down, his fingertips grazing Westfall dust. His eye rolled at me as I walked over and took back my bag.

'Keep the change, ya filthy animal!' I spat. Time to find another buyer...
I loved the ending, didja get it from Home Alone?
Thanks for entering, Femlin. Woot! Send us your grays!
Lol, gnomes are uniting against the shady dealers!

I think Fools Company needs to mind their step.

Woot for the entry!
Keep them coming, these are great!
And Civ, this just means we might need a gnome or two of our own.
These stories are great, I want to see more! :D
03/02/2013 11:50 AMPosted by Vallaunius
These stories are great, I want to see more! :D

Me too!

Got your grey items as well, Femlin and have them stored.
A Stormwind guard walked towards my table. Ooh, this will be a challenge, I thought as I put on my most dramatic face.

'Have you come seeking the wares of Orbu the Magnificent?' I intoned, with some mysterious hand gestures.

The guard loomed over my rotten crate, looking over the bits of junk for sale. 'I hear you've been selling these cast-offs to honest people for far more than they're worth.'

'NONSENSE!' I cried. Who snitched? Dashel? I bet it was that mangy dwarf.... 'These are rare treasures from distant lands!'

'Uh huh.' He poked at a pair of Worn Leather Bracers, artfully decorated with some Shed Fur.

'Aha! I see you have taste!' I snatched them up, waved them in his face. 'Barbarian wristwraps, hand-made by Darkspear trolls! Many gnomes died to bring us this armor!'

'Did they, now.' He pointed at some Withered Kelp. 'And that?'

'Arthas' Tears. Tea brewed from such herbs can cure any ailment. A bargain at 50 gold, surely!'

'Surely.' He picked up a Rust-Covered Blunderbuss. 'I suppose this came from Pandaria?'

'Indeed not! That's a Nesingwary 4000.' I grinned toothily.

'I've heard enough.' The guard swiped up an Empty Rum Bottle. 'Sounds like you've been hitting this too hard.'

I snatched it back. 'Careful! This Qiraji artifact holds a sleeping djinn!'

'There's nothing in there!'

'Nothing you can SEE!' I made spooky noises.

'Alright, come along!' The guard pulled out his club. 'I bet your name isn't even Orbu.'

I brandished a piece of Driftwood. 'Desist, thief! Or my blazing wand will have you! PEW PEW!'

The guard facepalmed. I took that opportunity to smash the bottle over his head and run like heck. 'WATCH OUT FOR THE DJINN!' I screamed to passersby as I ran out of Old Town. I'm gonna lowpaw whoever snitched....
Another story! Woot! Thank you, Winterplum, for your entry. Be sure to send your gray items to us. We're going to run out of room at this rate. So fun!
lol You guys are all so awesome!
Lol Sleeping Djinn. I thought I was overly dozey when I woke this morning.

Woot for another entry!!
Keep them coming folks! Loving the reads.
Up we go to show these stories!
Two and a half weeks to go before the deadline. Plenty of time to collect your gray items and write a little entry.
Time goes by fast, so just about two weeks left to enter.
Only a little time left to enter! Lets see what you got!
Giving this a bump!

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