I’ve never liked the idea of writing. Writing takes far too long and requires too much time spent nearly still. Really though, I could be watching for prey, lining up a shot, communing with the Great Spirits, or throwing back some ale, but here I am scrawling on a little piece of parchment. This quill moves awkwardly in my hands and my back already aches from hunching over in such an odd fashion. I’m also, uncomfortably, hidden up in a tree where none can see me. I can’t even imagine the laughingstock I’d be if one of my norn brothers or sisters were to spot me. Actually I can imagine, and the names “Morganna the Scribe” or “Morganna of the Fragile Wrist” are nigh jumping off of this page as I scowl at it. I’m no scribe, I’m no storyteller, I’m a hunter and a damned good one at that. At least I know I am, and soon the rest of my kinsmen shall know it as well. My stories shall be sung from hall to hall till the end of times when the kodan are nothing but rugs and the norn no longer hunt. The only reason, the ONLY reason, I’m bothering with these pieces of parchment bound in deerskin is to insure that such songs will not only be sung, but that the songs shall accurately portray my many great triumphs.
A young norn, Morganna braves the lands of Tyria in search of adventure and triumphs to ensure her immortality in the songs of the norn. She often travels with not but her animal companions, but she has made several useful allies during her journeys and enjoys having company during her otherwise lonely quest.
Awaiting GW2 This blog is set in the timeline of Guild Wars 2, since this game has yet to be released the updates will be irregular and of fictional adventures designed by me. I'm going to shoot for at least biweekly updates, but expect a much more active blog once the game releases later this year.
A Song to Sing
5/3/2012
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Writing takes far too long and requires too much time spent nearly still.
Really though, I could be watching for prey, lining up a shot, communing with the Great Spirits, or throwing back some ale, but here I am scrawling on a little piece of parchment. This quill moves awkwardly in my hands and my back already aches from hunching over in such an odd fashion. I’m also, uncomfortably, hidden up in a tree where none can see me. I can’t even imagine the laughingstock I’d be if one of my norn brothers or sisters were to spot me. Actually I can imagine, and the names “Morganna the Scribe” or “Morganna of the Fragile Wrist” are nigh jumping off of this page as I scowl at it. I’m no scribe, I’m no storyteller, I’m a hunter and a damned good one at that. At least I know I am, and soon the rest of my kinsmen shall know it as well. My stories shall be sung from hall to hall till the end of times when the kodan are nothing but rugs and the norn no longer hunt. The only reason, the ONLY reason, I’m bothering with these pieces of parchment bound in deerskin is to insure that such songs will not only be sung, but that the songs shall accurately portray my many great triumphs.
Morganna
This blog is set in the timeline of Guild Wars 2, since this game has yet to be released the updates will be irregular and of fictional adventures designed by me. I'm going to shoot for at least biweekly updates, but expect a much more active blog once the game releases later this year.
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