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1st Raid: [Video/Action for New Bark]
Apr. 30th, 2012 12:06 pm[A number of creative and somewhat confusing curses comes out of the 'gear as the new arrival struggles with it.]
Blasted thing... If this is supposed to be a communication device, they certainly made it difficult enough to use. Is this cursed thing on?
[Another voice (one of Elm's scientists by the sounds of it) chimes in, helping him get the thing set up. Soon Illidan's picture comes into focus, and a young-to-middle-age man with a blindfold on stares into the gear.]
Hmmmph... Your assistance is appreciated, researcher. Now then.
[He glares down at the screen through his blindfold, looking very, very indignant and rather like he's holding back an explosion of temper. Still, when he speaks he's surprisingly calm.]
To whoever decided to bring me to this place and transform me into a... human. [He looks repulsed at the idea, but seems to get over it quickly, moving on.] Assuming you're listening to this, I'm going to offer you one chance to change your mind and send me back to where I belong. If this does not happen by the end of the day, I shall assume you are not going to do so at any point, and label you as an enemy. You do not want that.
Of course, this assumes it was a sentient being and not a natural or magical phenomenon, but best to cover all of one's bases.
As for anyone else who may be receiving this message. My name is Illidan Stormrage. If that name is familiar to you, I would like to speak with you at once. Moving on, I have received what I believe to be the basic overview of this world, and require elaboration and confirmation as to what I've learned. I've no way to repay your assistance at the moment, but you will be remembered and thanked properly in due time. I do not forget those who aid me.
Blasted thing... If this is supposed to be a communication device, they certainly made it difficult enough to use. Is this cursed thing on?
[Another voice (one of Elm's scientists by the sounds of it) chimes in, helping him get the thing set up. Soon Illidan's picture comes into focus, and a young-to-middle-age man with a blindfold on stares into the gear.]
Hmmmph... Your assistance is appreciated, researcher. Now then.
[He glares down at the screen through his blindfold, looking very, very indignant and rather like he's holding back an explosion of temper. Still, when he speaks he's surprisingly calm.]
To whoever decided to bring me to this place and transform me into a... human. [He looks repulsed at the idea, but seems to get over it quickly, moving on.] Assuming you're listening to this, I'm going to offer you one chance to change your mind and send me back to where I belong. If this does not happen by the end of the day, I shall assume you are not going to do so at any point, and label you as an enemy. You do not want that.
Of course, this assumes it was a sentient being and not a natural or magical phenomenon, but best to cover all of one's bases.
As for anyone else who may be receiving this message. My name is Illidan Stormrage. If that name is familiar to you, I would like to speak with you at once. Moving on, I have received what I believe to be the basic overview of this world, and require elaboration and confirmation as to what I've learned. I've no way to repay your assistance at the moment, but you will be remembered and thanked properly in due time. I do not forget those who aid me.
