An In Character Interview

[Fontini-wyrmrest-accord]

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

Fleuralune Amanalde Lumi’tamos, Daughter of Xin’theljan and Hejhana of House Seldras. I am thirteen thousand and thirty four, give or take a month.

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

In my capacity as a servant of the nation of Suramar I am a Magistrix. I am also the matriarch of my house. My duties are many, including aiding in the instruction of the arcane arts to all relevant members of and under House Astravar as well as lobbying for my own House’s better interest at court; itself entailing a myriad of potential tasks.

Most recently, as per our nation’s alliance with the Horde, I am also tasked with offering occasional aid in preparing our soldiers for the war effort. This task is more commonly handled by my eldest daughter, however. Beyond all that much of my time is spent in study or research, as should be the case of an self respecting arcanist worthy of a title.

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

I’m certain my species and an previously stated occupation should be enough to answer this query. To give a bit more insight however, our estate is not too far from the Astravars’. We used to be based closer to the temple but…well I’m sure you can guess that as well. I have little interest in traveling very far without good reason, and even less time to do so.

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

Besides the usual servants it’s mainly my three daughters; Luminastre, Astrette and Souryassa, by descending order of seniority.

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

Luminastre has been an invaluable companion in my work other last few millennia. Of all my daughters she seems understand our family’s needs the most; rather fortunate, I believe, not to mention convenient. Astrette I fear is far too concerned with entertainment while Souryassa is, to my eternal shame, cursed with promiscuity and short sightedness.

Despite this they are each exemplary in their own ways. In the end I must acknowledge that such more than any mother could hope for. They also spend much less time around the house these days which is surprisingly quite refreshing.

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

As a servant of our great nation of Suramar I defer to the will of our First Arcanist, and to that end I must support the Horde in honor of our leader’s allegiance. I have entertained other alliances, such as with the Kirin Tor and Tirisgarde or what remains of the Moon Guard. These, among others, have yet to be negotiated as of this interview.

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

My husband’s name was Heironir. It was through him that I came to be a part of House Lumi’tamos, then called Sela’tamos in accordance to the Darnassian tongue. Ours was political and genealogical marriage. His family was quite powerful at the time and he himself was a talented mage, as was I. It was agreed among our parents that our union would be dually beneficial; Seldras would have a power ally in the Empire’s spiritual center and Heironir and I would be destined to produce an even more talented heir.

This is not to say our union was loveless, obviously. When we first met in Suramar we clashed but we quickly warmed up to each other. Luminastre was the result our love. I’m sure both he and our parents would be proud of her.

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

I’m not sure if counts but I tend to enjoy my arc-wine with altered ley-petals. Some in court find it scandalous. Before the war I also enjoyed mixing moonberry jam in kimchi. Now that is truly scandalous. She smiles, wider than she has previously so far.

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

Mostly reading and drinking; not at the same time, of course. I also tend to keep up with the martial sciences, particularly fencing. It pays to stay fit and the knowledge is invaluable to the creation of defensive strategies.

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

If you have a private library, keep it locked if you’re drinking. When studying combat repetition is key. It means your body can remember what you’ve learned on your behalf, meaning less for your mind to concern itself with under duress.

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

A Human who asks inane hypotheticals.

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

I believe I already made my point about these kinds of questions.

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

My daughter and I’s transformation. In retrospect those are quite strange times for the Shal’dorei old enough to live them; of course it is only in retrospect that the nature of such a period can be fully realized.

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

A speculative ley-line map from Mennar Academy. At least a third of them were wrong and the ones that were right still held inaccuracies. Still it was nice to have at the time.

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

Most of you post-war species are equally strange to me, I must admit. I fear I know far too little to properly rank you at this time.

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

…Drinking. I believe my people’s Nightwell dependence made it worse, but I digress.

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

My husband and son died in the War of the Ancients. Astrette and Souryassa’s father was exiled a few centuries ago. I assume he is also dead by now; if not physically then certainly spiritually and mentally.

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

With all due respect to our nation’s liberator and current ruler I believe her choice to ally with the Horde is unwise and likely hurt us more than benefits us in the long run. The conflict between them and the Alliance draws from resources that could be used to rebuild what was lost in the rebellion.

Beyond that we know too little about either side, and going by what I’ve heard from my daughters both sides have a history of conflict that I prefer Suramar not contribute to without good reason. I believe Suramar will only weaken if we remain on this path, however I will concede that it may still be too early to know for certain.

[Antimache-wyrmrest-accord (Antimache)]

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

Antimar Sela’tamos, Lightriver in common. I am five hundred and sixty.

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

I am a Sentinel. Outside of active duty my time mainly consists of physical training, drills, and the occasional educational exercise.

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

I maintain a camp in Ashenvale, near the foot of Felwood. I haven’t been there since…Teldrassil. Prior to the destruction of Darnassus I also a place at the bunkhouse. My sister’s apartment was also usually open to me if needed.

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

I live alone. I am otherwise amongst my cadre. Interest of time I’d prefer not to elaborate on them too much.

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

I live to serve Elune and her people. To that end I am aligned with whoever the Sentinel Army is, namely the Alliance.

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

My lifestyle has left me rather isolated much of the time. I…don’t often have an opportunity for that kind of thing.

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

I hunt and craft salves. Prior to me joining the army these were necessities so I’m not sure if they actually count as hobbies. I also study languages when I can. I can speak Orcish semi-fluently.

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

When hunting I prefer to use a melee weapon. If you wish to hunt like this as well you must be ready to be still and close to the ground but able to run at full speed at a moment’s notice. Be patient, be vigilant and be ready to defend your kill.

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

I don’t really look at animals that way.

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

There wouldn’t be any bows. I hate bows. There wouldn’t be any guns either.

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

I…don’t think it’s something I can share. It was rather er…lewd. I can’t really think of anything to replace it; sorry.

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

A bottle of Soju. It was okay but I admit I’m not much of a drinker, or a consumer of foreign things.

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

I had to shave my head once to treat a head wound. I think that counts…technically.

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

Perhaps I’d make a cottage with a library. The rest I’d reserve for hunting; perhaps also a moonwell if possible.

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

The closest that comes to mind is a personal tradition of mine. Prior to joining the army I would collect weapons and chunks of flesh from invaders. By the end of the month I’d make a pilgrimage to Desolace to offer as sacrifices.

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

…Goblins. They’re obsession with monetary wealth is…baffling.

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

My father died a few years ago. My mother died in Darnassus…

Antimar dons a distant, empty stare; lingering until the next question snaps her out of her reverie.

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

I…don’t quite think I’m comfortable sharing my thoughts on the matter just yet.

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

I am happiest when I’m eating, so long as I’m not disturbed. As an aside I’ve been told I eat like a sabercat.

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

…

…I think…the truth is too varied for a single answer. At best one should remain optimistic regardless.

[Yoruouka-arygos (Yoruouka)]

He was in Ironforge, a Bronzebeard like any other. coming from the bank when he saw some gnomes with a strange contraption. It looked like the selfie cam but much bigger and more complicated. There were a pair of chairs set up in front of this camera. The Bronzebeard waited and took a seat when one of the gnomes ushered him over.

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

My name is Yoru Ouka, yeah it is not a normal dwarven name. I am in my 60s.

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

I am a rifleman, I shoot what I am told to. When I am not doing that, I am shooting at what I want to.

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

Here in Ironforge. There are some apartments that I rent one of. I’ve traveled some as well, yes.

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

Aye! I have a black wolf, a white lion, and a large serpent whom often times travel with me. I guess you could call the Bronzebeard dwarves my family. We are all cousins in some sense of the word.

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

They have their uses. All three of them have saved my life one time or another.

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

Ironforge and by extension The Alliance.

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

There are three loves in my life. Me, myself, and my gun. Oh and ale.

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

I enjoy beer on anything and everything. The higher the proof the better.

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

I like to go on hunting trips to exotic locations and test my skills against the local wildlife.

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

Yeah never forget your ammo belt.

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

I think a tauren would look pretty funny as the size of a cat. What? Tauren are not animals? Could have fooled this dwarf.

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

The green hills of Stranglethorn. The author is my hero.

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

I got sent to the Barrens over on Kalimdor. The hear was near unbearable. Though it was there I found both my lion and serpent companions. I guess that counts.

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like?“

Boring. Who’s ego would be so big as to want that?

“Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

Well the King of Stormwind did invade Ironforge, that was pretty crazy. Though the craziest thing would have to be the statue of our king coming back to life just to walk out the door. I’ve seen Earthen before but this was a whole new level of strange.

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

I bought a growth potion. Don’t ask why. I’ll leave it at that.

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had?“

Oh I’ve had a few. I went to the barber and they bleached my hair. For a long time I was blonde.

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

I’d build a shooting range with live targets. Maybe the Horde would make good practice.

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

Well I did go on a trip where I killed a great beast with three heads, big as a dragon that one.

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

I’ve spent a lot of time with the other races within the Alliance forces. I’ve even spent some time with Horde in my crosshairs. What’s to know, they all can be killed by a bullet.

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up?“

I bet you are thinking I am going to say drinking right? The old dwarf cliché of us all being drunks. Well I am here to tell you I don’t have a drinking problem. I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem.

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

When I got my first rifle during Winter Veil.

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

Bah, why would you want me to relive that day? I let a kill escape with their life. missed the shot.

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

I’ve had a few pets die, I guess they could count.

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

Open war is never fun. Sure there are plenty of targets for a dwarf to shoot, but it really take away from the down time when said targets can shoot back.

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

No regrets. I live my life one bullet, one hunt at a time. Nothing beyond that single shot save the next one. But you must always remember that your next shot may be your last. Just the same you last shot could be and you’ll never get another.

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

Behind the scope of my rifle. That’s where I find the most joy. That and the top of a freshly filled mug of ale.

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

Eh, makes no difference to me. Sooner or later the Hunter will always become the hunted. In the end Death always wins. The clock is ticking and I have not killed anything for some time.

[Elleandra-sisters-of-elune]

Elleandra came at the bidding of her comrades in the Argent Crusade. Apparently they thought this would be therapeutic for the Forsaken woman.

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

Elleandra wore simple leathers, covered by a meticulously clean Argent Crusade tabard. The lower half of her face was concealed by a black cloth bearing a symbol of the Light and around her neck were simple marble prayer beads. Pale blond hair was combed back and tuffed behind her head…the empty sockets that were her eyes made what was left of her face look skeletal.

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

“I’ve called myself Elleandra since my senses were given back to me. I was twenty-two before I died.”

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

“I’m a scout. I found, after my Reawakening, that I had a skill for moving swiftly and concealed. I’ve been putting those skills to the use of the Argent Crusade for some time now, after I accepted their help.”

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

“I used to live in Brill before Sylvanas’ folly brought it to ruin. These days I keep a tent in Hearthglen.”

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“I live with my Crusader brothers and sisters. We’re far fewer in number these days, but the Light has seen fit to bless me with such friends. I travel alone, though.”

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

“I enjoy their company when they have me. I’ve grown used to the odd looks…the judgemental ones I’ve not grown used to. Those kinds are far fewer in the chapel, so I often spend time there.”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

“I proudly serve with the Argent Crusade first, my Forsaken brethren second, the Horde when our goals are common.”

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

Elleandra’s skeletal fingers fidget with her prayer beads and it looks as if she was going to stand up and walk out, but her body relaxes eventually. “In life…in life I was married to a wonderful man- a farmer. I…can’t quite remember where we met, but I do remember the Light blessed us with a son. A beautiful boy, hair a sandy brown like his father’s.”

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

“I don’t eat. I take communion from those who would do evil to bolster myself from time to time…”. Once again, the Forsaken waif rubs at her prayer beads. “Only when I am alone…the priests…they understand. They say that from doing so, through me, some good can be borne from wickedness. I still make my confessions.”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“I’ve become something of a leatherworker in my years.”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“Make friends with an alchemist, it’s troublesome to concoct your own tannins.”

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

“I don’t care much for animals, nor do they me.”

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing a sermon.”

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

“I was held at swordpoint for a while when I first came across an Argent Dawn encampment in Tirisfal. They were understandably distrustful at first but, over time, accepted me into their ranks. Later, into the Argent Crusade.”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

“Horrible.”

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“This seems a lighthearted question, so I’ll give a proper response. I witnessed a fully grown man wearing a murloc costume, walking along a shoreline in Hillsbrad. Just walking. Very strange.”

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

“I give most of what money I get back to the church, so I have little to spend on frivolities. What I keep for myself goes to alchemist tinctures and salves to keep what flesh I have supple and flexible and pleasant-smelling.”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

“I don’t really recall.”

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

“A chapel to the Light, of course. I’d want to gift the land to the Church.”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

“Not that I want to share, no. Let’s keep this positive.”

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

“Tauren. While nearly everyone hates us, most of the tauren I meet look at us with pity. Sometimes that makes me angry, sometimes it makes me depressed.”

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

“My comrades say I should try to be more social, hence why I’m here. Talking to you and that contraption. They say aloofness is a bad habit, but I see it as being courteous.”

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

Elleandra knits her brows together above her hollowed-out eyes in thought, rubbing at the prayer beads. “I can remember laughing…it’s my laughter. I forget what about.”

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

“Again, I remember little from before the Third War. I think it a blessing.”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

Again with the beads, turning the whole necklace about her neck for long, long minutes before she responded. She sighed first, the action puffing out her scarf a touch. “My husband. One of the few things I remember before I was Reawakened…I remember killing him after I died and turned.” Elleandfra shook her head lightly. “No, what I call Reawakening is when I had my senses given back to me, not when I rose as an undead. That thing that killed him was both me and not-me. You see?” She looked down at her fidgeting, skeletal fingers. “You don’t understand, nor could you. No one living can, you see. Even slaves have agency over their bodies, but not so for the enthralled undead. It’s something all of us Forsaken share, remembering that feeling of being a mere passenger in our own bodies, riding along while it does the bidding of someone else. It’s why we fight the Scourge with such passion. Not hate, that’s just the surface. We’re freeing them.”

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

“My comrades tell me I focus too much on the negative as it is, but I will take the time to say that I hate what Sylvanas has become. I miss her. She wasn’t always the wretch she is today. We are Forsaken, you know? It isn’t just a fancy word. She has the loyalty of most of my kin because she didn’t use to forget us. She accepted us, looked out for us when all wanted us wiped off the face of Azeroth. Protected the home we had when we were alive, someplace where we belonged. Now? I don’t know what happened. I would see her fall.”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“I regret that I can’t visit my boy in Stormwind. Well…it is a bittersweet regret. I wouldn’t want him to see what his mother has become. I would wish for him to know that I…still love him. I have few emotions in my dead heart, but he is there. I strive every day to faithfully serve the Light, to make this sorry existence matter for something good. The knowledge he yet lives helps me achieve that.”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“As I said, I enjoy spending time in chapel, in prayer. It hurts sometimes but…it is penance.”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

“I have faith.”

[Ræde-stormrage]

Raede Truflight had left his house in Dalaran to do some errands and while he was wandering the streets he saw the interviewer and their entourage. He sighed, trying to slink into the shadows, but it was too late; he had been spotted, despite his all-black leather outfit.

Begrudgingly, he came over and sat in the chair.

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

Raede shifted uncomfortably in his seat, he did not give out his name easily. To know his name was to have his complete trust. “You can call me Shadow,” he stated, “and my age is none of your business.”

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

“I was a rogue, until certain circumstances regarding the Burning Legion convinced me that I needed to fight them more… efficiently.” he stated. Pointing to his black leather blindfold, he added, “I became a demon hunter as revenge for what I thought was the death of a loved one. In the end, it turned out not to be true, but I wouldn’t know that for many years because of being held captive in the Vault of the Wardens with the rest of my kind.”

“But, with the Legion gone, for now at least, that leaves my kind with little to do. I am a blood elf, and I dislike Sylvanas, so I cannot in good conscience follow her orders. So, right now, I’ve little to do.”

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

I live here in Dalaran. Back when the Legion came again and we were in somewhat of a cooperative state with the Alliance, I was willing to follow the orders of the Horde. But now, with an open war I disagree with, I will not. So for now I just live here."

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“My wife comes to visit me once or twice a week. We both wish it could be more. But she’s active in the war. We both want Sylvanas gone. But because I’m a blood elf I cannot do anything myself towards that end. I’d be seen as betraying the Horde. I don’t have a problem with the Horde. My wife doesn’t have a problem with the Horde. We just have a problem with Sylvanas.”

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

“It’s been so long since I traveled with my wife. The last time was back during the Burning Crusade years. We were captured and separated. For years I thought she was dead. I became a demon hunter because of this. My glaives were turned into the sword she bore when I had last seen her. It was ultimately how she recognized me in Dalaran after my release from the Vault of the Wardens. However, with her being the Highlord, and me being the Slayer… we met when we could and that was it. Ultimately, we decided that we had to buy a house in Dalaran.”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

“I align myself with no faction, but was willing to work with my racial faction, the Horde, until Sylvanas started this unnecessary, bloody war. This is not a Horde I can take any pride in.”

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

My wife, Revenwyn. I was working for the Argent Crusade, and they assigned me to look for this human woman who had been working for them who had turned up missing. Well, I found her, greatly weakened, almost to the point of death. I was about to mercy kill her when somehow she managed to ask for water. I gave her some water and then hightailed it out of there holding her on my mount. I couldn’t make it back to Light’s Hope Chapel with her but I found some shelter for her from the pouring acidic rain and there I tended to her. I was a rogue then, skilled in creating poisons but also antidotes. But she suffered greatly for a long time, plagued with nightmares, she would only be still at night if I held her in my arms. She doesn’t remember much. I did eventually get her back to Light’s Hope Chapel and there they helped her more, and I kept inquiring about her and sat with her awhiles until she recovered. Then we took on some missions for the Argent Crusade together. We fell in love and decided to get married, despite the fact that we would have to get creative on when and where to meet."

“Wait, you say she’s already given an interview? Please tell me she didn’t give out my real name. She’s not exactly careful about that…”

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

“Food is pretty utilitarian to me.”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“I didn’t really have time for hobbies until recently, but now I don’t even know what to do with my time.”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

Doing what? Sitting around doing nothing in Dalaran?

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

“I grow tired of these inane questions.”

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

“When you’ve lived as long as I have, you’ve heard it all already, and yes I’m tired of it. I’m tired of this too.”

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

“Pass.”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

“Most likely horrible.”

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“Sylvanas striking down her own people- supposedly- to turn them into skeletons. During the Battle of Lordaeron.”

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

“I don’t buy things on whims.”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

“I don’t remember? It’s been over 1,000 years since I last changed my hairstyle.”

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

“A forest. And disappear from people like you.”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

“Not any particularly uncommon.”

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

“The nightborne. I mean, I can understand their addiction, but they’re so… unnecessarily uppity.”

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

“Misanthropy.”

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

“I can’t think that far back.”

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

“Again, as above.”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

He froze. “My first wife. She was cut down by the Scourge when they attacked Quel’Thalas. I had to burn her remains to prevent her from being raised up as Scourge.”

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

“Sylvanas has got to die and someone with some real honor has to be put in charge of the Horde.”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“Becoming a demon hunter just because I had been told Revenwyn was killed by demons.”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“Sleep. Or sex. Or sex and then sleep. Basically the same as any other man.”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

“I truly don’t believe that the next generation will live to become adults.”

[Ryufalcon-wyrmrest-accord (Ryufalcon)]

((So I’ve done the Father and the Daughter… So now for the estranged Brother. Oh this could get interesting. Let’s set the scene… ))

This was contested territory now. Darkshore… Ashenvale… once the proud land of the Kaldorei people now a perpetual warzone. It is within these dark forests that our interviewers cautiously walked in hopes of coming across their next interview. a Dwarf of legend in these parts, Lean and agile like the natives but concealing the raw power of a wildhammer. Known by the locals as the falcon of the Kaldorei; small, fast, and with lethal precision as he hunted the invading Horde forces. The two hoped they would come across this fabled dwarf and not a Horde War Band. They did not believe the rumors or that such a dwarf existed. Master marksmen with a bow and not a rifle, swift as a deer, capable of climbing a tree like a squirrel, eyes that cut through you like a saber cat, and capable of vanishing into the shadows just like a Kaldorei.

Elune must have been on their side this night as the pair stumbled into an Alliance camp and not a Horde one. Many eyes fell upon the two interviewers whom walked around asking if anyone knew this “Falcon of the Kaldorei.” They would eventually find themselves directed to a tent that looked to be made of animal hide. Inside they found several items you’d expect to be owned by one of the many rangers and sentinels that patrolled the now contested woods. The two thought they were being made a fool of and this was just one more of the Night Elves tents.

They were about to give up on their search when one of them turned around to be face-to-tooth with a wolf larger than most bears. The interviewer’s life flashed before his eyes as it reflected in the creatures glistening teeth. Next to the impossibly large wolf stood a dwarf dressed in dark blue; almost black leather armor. A quiver of arrows hung over the dwarf’s shoulder crossed by a large axe. in his left hand was a bow. A Dark hood hid most of the dwarf’s facial features but his full beard did spill out of the bottom and down his chest. The dwarf had a cloak of what looked to be large feathers draped over his shoulders and down his back almost scrapping the ground. This had to be their elusive subject.

“What are ye doing in meh tent?” The Dwarf asked of the pair. Ryu listened to them about their travels and that they heard of him and wanted to do an interview. He reluctantly agreed as long as it did not take too long to get through.

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

Ryu removed his hood revealing his predatory eyes. “My name is Ryu Doseki of the Wildhammer. The locals however call me the Falcon of the Kaldorei. I be over 100 years old.” He would respond.

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

“I am a Sentinel in the Kaldorei army and a Ranger, Beast Master, both Gryphon and Hippogryph rider.” Ryu looked at the woman interviewing him. “Aye ye nae believe me eh? I be tellin’ the truth. It be a long story but I became an official member of the Sentinels during the third war during the Battle of Mount Hyjal.”

“I live my day to day life tending to meh animals. Ye know how hard it is to keep a Garn from eating one 'r all of ya other pets? Not ta mention meh Gryphon. I also protect these lands and actively cull the horde population here. It is quite liberating after what happened to Teldrassil.”

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

“I use to live in Darnassus on Teldrassil and have since it was planted and grew big enough to do so. Before that it was on Mount Hyjal and the surrounding forest. Prior to that I lived with my Dwarven parents in Aerie Peak. Now I live out of a tent. I travel up and down the coast removing threats to the area. I rarely venture off Kalimdor but have returned to my dwarven routes and even explored other lands as required.”

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“Aye, I live with meh animals. My Gryphon Sharak, my Garn whom ye’ve met named Yugo. I have a large collection of other animals from all walks of life. Some fly, where as others crawl on the land. I have Felines, Wolves, Giant Spiders, Dinosaurs and large Mammals. Insects, and aquatic creatures like crabs, turtles, and even a grumpy riverbeast. As for family. Aye, I have a few relatives still living. I have a younger Brother… Oh ye met the lad already? His daughter too? Well then I think ye all caught up. Next question then.”

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

“Aye, that I do. Do ye see meh bow here? This is not my only weapon. My animals are also valuable during the hunt as well as when the hunt is over. We have a bond that goes beyond Hunter and animal.”

What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

“I am a member of the Kalimdor Collective.” Ryu responded to the question while issuing towards a banner for the guild.

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

These questions seemed invasive all of a sudden. “I don’t have a relationship with anyone. Never have.”

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

“Strange foods. Sorry it may seem boring but I don’t think I have any strange combinations.”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“I am a scout, when I am not killing Horde I do enjoy exploring new areas of Azeroth and beyond. Learning about the local wildlife. I may even find me a new pet.”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“Not really. Keep it to the professionals. Azeroth is a dangerous place, Draenor was even more so. Not ta mention Argus. It is nae something for ye average civilian 'r even seasoned soldier. If anyone could do it then everyone would do it and ye have no reason for scouts.”

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

“Ye see Yugo there? Who says he is nae cute even at his great size? Not everything has to be small ta be cute.”

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

“I grew up here on Kalimdor. I enjoy hearing the stories of Elune and her people. Not all of them are good stories but I enjoy them. I may look like a wildhammer dwarf and biologically I still am. But I am also a Kaldorei.”

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

“When I was young I ran away from home after and argument wit’ me father. Stowed away on a “merchant” ship that ended up in a ocean storm. When I awoke I was alone on the Kalimdor shoreline. I was lucky ta be alive. Elune was watching out for me that day. She gave me the path I have lived since that day. I could have been completely different had I not gotten into an argument wit’ me father that faithful day.”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like?“

“Aye, nae sure. I know the world tree would still be there. There would be no undead and no Sylvanas. That seems like a question a Gnome would like to ponder on. Not me.”

“Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“Oh there is no telling, I have seen a lot of crazy things in my time. Dragons turning to Nightmares, Demons radiating holy light, Stomachs with legs. The list goes on.”

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

“I don’t buy much that I can nae get on my own from nature.”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had?“

“What are with some of these questions? Who’d really care what I thought about my hair? Well I did have it dyed black one time. That was a wee bit of a mistake.”

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

“Another world Tree and capital for my Kaldorei brothers and sisters.”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

“What suddenly a Dwarf raised by Elves and taught their ways is nae interesting enough for ye? I guess once ye’ve met the man behind the story. Yes much of what you’ve heard is true. I was born to two loving Wildhammer Parents in Aerie Peak. I was raised for the last 100 'r so years by a loving Night Elf couple.”

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

“Ironically it may be my own dwarven cousins that I find hardest. I wasn’t but 13 when I ran away. Spending some 90% of my life with Elves I’ve grown accustom to their language and way of life. Who wants to dig in holes when ye can fly above the clouds?”

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up?“

“Aye I’m sure I have a few. I do have a temperament problem and can get angry quite quickly.”

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

“Oh when I first got my saber cat cub. It was a great honor to have been granted one after earning the trust of the people I now call my own.”

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

“The argument I had wit’ my dwarven father. He was only trying to teach me how to survive. It was because of his lessons that I was able to until I was discovered. I never got to tell him I was sorry.”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

“I’ve lost quite a few due to this war. Too many to recount. Both sets of Parents, several loyal animal companions, fellow Sentinels… the list is near endless.”

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

“We are going to destroy Azeroth at this rate.”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“I’ve already told you. Not getting to tell meh father I am sorry for hurting him. Though not being able to protect my home be a recent one on meh list.”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“When I give myself over to the Hunt. Becoming a Primal driven only by instinct. That is when I am most happy. Seeing the life fade from my prey’s eyes as I am the last thing they’ll ever see before oblivion.”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

“Aye everyone hopes ta make things better, but if history has taught us anything ye are your own worst enemy. We fight for what we hope to be a better life only to bring ruin to the next generation.”

[Silvanni-wyrmrest-accord]

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

“Silvani Nitroglitch, at your service~ My friends call me Silvy. My age? grins I don’t like giving away my age, I’d rather like to believe I’m still a young lass. But if you must know, I’ll say it’s somewhere under 30.”

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

“That’s a complicated question, then again I lead a somewhat… complicated life; the life of a mage and mother of two, you see. I’ve been a mercenary, I’ve worked with special delivery requests and alchemy. The world becomes small when you’re a mage that depends heavily on portal travel. I do try to find time for my kids, finding a good father for them is tough. And sometimes I enjoy some quiet time to myself, reading a book, doing a bit of archeology, fishing… One should never overlook having moments to slow down, relax, and enjoy the little things.”

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

“Growing up, I was an army brat and luggage child of a mother strongly commited to the Horde. Just as a hunter follows its prey, my warrior of a mother went where ever the front lines of battle were. I never lived anywhere for more than two years before she had us moving out and into a new town or city. Frankly, I hated it, but irony likes to laugh at us sometimes, who knew I’d end up traveling endlessly like my mother? It’s too bad my children are too young to follow me, but portals make seeing them at least once a day a treasured convenience.”

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“I usually travel alone. But I live with my best friend whom generously watches over my two children while I’m away. We met in cooking school as apprentices and have been friends since. Long story short, the poor girl can’t have children of her own, and she absolutely loves children. She was more than happy to have me and my kids share the same house; so a win-win if you ask me. Yes, I have animals, most of which stay home with my children. My worg, Tunder and I shared many adventures in our youth; today, he has adventures with my children, and sometimes will accompany me on longer and more dangerous trips. Hmm? Well of course I didn’t answer the previous question. Where I live is my business. You insist? Well, it’s somewhere safe for my children, and that’s all that matters.”

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

“When I travel alone, I think of my children all the time. Yes, I do miss them from time to time when I’m away on long expeditions. At the same time, however, experience has taught me I prefer to travel alone, even without an elemental or Tunder at my side. Why? I focus better that way, I tend to worry about others too much.”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

“I am of the Horde, however… not the Banshee’s… “Horde”… grimaces I am incredibly dusgusted by her warmongering action. She hasn’t an ounce of respect for life, and it’s clear she is only using us to fulfill her own agenda.

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

((To be finished…))

[Mazharr-moon-guard]

Mazhar worked diligently in the infirmary tent in Zuldazar, he wore his standard battle-armor, checking up on the injured occasionally, it wasn’t exactly a busy day. Some interviewers approached him asking some questions to which the paladin happily obliged, putting in charge the others to watch over the soldiers, he follows them to a location nearby the base.

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

“I am Mazhar Bahadur Ilya, and I’m 25 years old.”

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

“I am a soldier of the Fifth Legion. More specifically, I’m a medic and sometimes I work as an offhand siege engineer in combat situations involving mechanized infantry. However, I primarily work as a front-line medic, tending to the wounded.”

Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

“At the moment, I’m serving a tour of duty in Zuldazar. When I was much younger and undertook training as a paladin, I used to travel a lot with my mentor and I’d preach the word of the Light with him.”

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“I travel with my unit, together we undertake military operations on Horde territory.”

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

“Of course I do! My squad has the most loyal men and women I’ve served alongside with in service to the Alliance. When the Fifth Legion along with other military regiments of the Alliance invaded the Ghostlands we fought valiantly together. I admire Marshal Stonewall and his dedication to the Alliance.”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

“The Grand Alliance.”

“No one else, no exceptions.”

“I’m ready to lay down my life in defense of my nation, my countrymen, my king, and my values.”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“I don’t often have time to do it considering how intense this war has been, but I love to spar.”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“Hmm, well in my opinion, the most important advice if you’d like to take up sparring as a hobby is: persistence, persistence, and persistence. Yes, you’ll get knocked down, you’ll take big blows to the face, hell you won’t even fight for a few days, but keep going. In life, you have to be knocked down to learn how to stand up properly.”

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

“The story of Anduin Lothar. It gives me the motivation to fight for the Alliance whenever it seems like the situation is bleak.”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

“Horrible, dreadful even. I mean I tell people to try to be righteous and to have good values, but given the scenario where there are literal copies of me? I can’t even fathom that.”

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“Well, out here in this jungle there’s a hundred things I could tell you about this place that’s crazy with the Zandalari being hidden well in the trees, the rituals they do, the ‘Loa’ they worship, and their massive beasts and whatnot. Perhaps, the craziest thing I’ve seen is a boy who managed to lie to the recruiters regarding his age, it took me a while to figure it out, but he was 16 and he was a fierce fighter. I was nothing like that.”

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

“I find many races to be strange, if I were to be completely honest with you. I suppose if you had to pin me down for a specific answer I’d say Blood Elves. They’re quite decadent, arrogant, I don’t even see eye to eye with the at all with their worship of the Light.”

“More recently, I’ve had encounters with Zandalari as sometimes civilians used to pass through here. Some of them never really cared that we were Alliance, before the invasion, of course, and we’d mingle with them from time to time, but overall I’d say that the Zandalari way of life is strange as well.”

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

Mazhar nods and closes his eyes briefly, “The state of the world is much worse than it has been before and we can certainly thank the Horde for that. Many of Azeroth’s problems and our grievances can be traced back to them, and the only solution is clear: they must be eradicated.”

“I appreciate those who love and value peace, and I wholeheartedly agree with them, but they misguided. I want peace too, but there can never be peace as long as the Horde exists. They are different from us, they’re savages. Their way of life is nothing like our own. Orcs live in mud huts while humans build churches and cities like Stormwind. Orcs are born with an innate savagery and insatiable bloodlust, while we study magic and pursue the Light. We are diametrically opposed, and peace can never be achieved until we tear down and burn every red banner on Azeroth.”

“My home of Southshore doesn’t even exist anymore because of the Horde, and I am expected to tolerate the Horde? Nonsense.”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“As a healer in the battlefield? Many more than just one regret. So many regrets that I’ve just lost count. Sometimes there’s moments you can’t save someone. You try, and you try, and you try, and they just don’t come around, and well… they die. You can’t help but it feel like it’s your fault either, the lives of these soldiers are in our hands and we failed them.”

“As a soldier, I’ve had to do things like burn out Zandalari farms and scare off their livestock. I’ve had to do things like these to stop the Horde overall, but I’ve ruined the livelihoods of these people, sometimes they’d just come out and lash out at us, screaming and crying at us in a language that I can’t even understand, but I know they’re just telling us that this is probably all they have.”

“I could very well go on all day, but I’d just prefer to go the next topic.”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“When I’m knelt in prayer to the Light is my happy place. I meditate, but not like a monk, I meditate on the Light and recite litanies to banish bad thoughts from my mind.”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

((Will continue the rest later on.))

[Kherzen-wyrmrest-accord]

((excuse my edits. I’m new to the troll speech and my first language is not even English so it’s like three levels of complexity here for me))

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you."

"First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this."

“My name is Kher’Zen and i’m not even middle age yet”

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

“Imma druid explorah. Fightin’ for the one we should really be figthin’ for, don’t ya t’ink? Reparin’ all da disaster dat others do”. Kher’Zen mumbles something inaudible under his breath.

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

“I have a home in Orgrimmar but I don’t spend much time in der. Always prefer to be explorin’ and doin’ some’tin useful”

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“Me dear motha’ and me two young siblings always wait fo’ me ta come back in Orgrimmar. I normally travel alone. Sometimes though is good ta 'ave company. I’ve made many friendships on da road even if for a moment.”

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

“Ah sure! Ya gotta have friends when ya travel, ha!”. He makes a pause. “Nevah kno’ when ya gonna need dem”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

“I don’t t’ink dat’s an easy question ta answer” His profound and bright golden eyes fixed in the eyes of the interviewer. “A troll druid from da Horde… wit’ da t’inks dat are happenin’ in the world I can only hope dat the Circle doesn’t feel differently about us even if we didn’t took part of what ‘appened recently. Da Horde is not a place I want ta take part of anymoh’.” His face reflected his thoughts on the absurd situation.

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

“I don’t 'ave a partner right now but if any hot guy out der wants I’m available”. He smiles and laughs.

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

“Umm… I don’t t’ink you would like to kno’. It’s sacrilegiously good tho”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“Oh! I like cookin’. I used ta do some ‘tings for me adoptive siblings. Weird dishes wit’ whatevah we could find at first but I den started doing some simple corn starch goods”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“Ya, mon! De trick is not ta be angry when you’re makin’ dem ‘cause for some r’eason da doug’ will resent it somehow an’ will not cook. I spent like fou’ hours waitin’ for it ta cook an’ nevah happen! If ya angry den don’t cook dat day”

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

“All of dem. I love dem all… specially cats”

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

“It’s a fantasy novel. I t’ink it’s called da “quite da long story” and it’s about a human child dat reads about a child orc warrior dat has ta save da infantile lookin’ ruler and da world of Dreamtastica from da Void wit’ da help of a magical trinket and a mystical white dragon. Let me tell ya, dat human child is a little coward”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

“It would be a nightmare”

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“I remembah dat one day while helpin’ ta practice da voodoo for one of me friends he and the othars put somethin’ on my drink dat made me look like one o’ those moon worshipers and I had ta hide all day from da chief, it wasn’t a very faction friendly place ta be doin’ such a t’ink. I hated every second of it! and I had ta sneak and pray dey wouln’t do somethin’ stupid to blo’ me cover. It was actually pretty funny now dat i t’ink back on it”

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

“A very bad drawin’ of Malfurion”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

Kher’Zen chuckles a bit remembering “Once I just stopped cutting me hair. I didn’t even braided it so i got it to bello’ me elbows but it was so big and messy dat I couldn’t even see. When I change to animal form I can get rid of it so it didn’t matter but I had to cut it because it was gettin’ ridiculous”

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

“Uhh… a summa’ house? I could just live der”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

“When ya get lost in a dungeon evert’ing becomes an adventure”

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

“Don’t ya go tellin’ everyone but those forsaken individuals are not natural. Dey say dey are a new species? What does dat even mean! You are not a new species, you are the same race ya were but like a livin’ corpse! death is part of life so ya 'ave ta die and stay dead! I have no’ting against ya, mon but…” Kher’Zen stands up and his entire upper body gets cropped by the limited frame of the camera. The interviewer tries to make him sit again while the microphone starts fumbling and a his voice starts to sound distant “…ya can’t come back ‘ere and pretend der’s not’ing wrong wit’ dat!…”

Cut aaaand we are back. “Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

“Eatin’. I can’t stop eatin’ whenever I’m not in an exploration. Peanuts, pistachios, popcorn. I’m da one that empties da nuts tray on da tavern”

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

“ah… well, I didn’t had many but I remembah da time when Wush’Zul, witch doctor and me first teach’ah back on Sen’Jin Village, used to talked to me when I was very lost, about how we, the plants and animals, the soil, the water, we are connected to t’is world. How we all grow out of it, not into it. Dat’s why I latter decided to become a Druid when the other witch doctors came back from Zalazane’s control of the isles… And how my hate fo’ all da immigrants started.”

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

“Befor’ dat time I accidentally caused me younger adoptive brotha’ to loose a leg to one of Zalazane’s puppets. He recovered but I could nevah forgive meself… That’s all I’m willin’ ta share”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

“Me fatha, me siblings back in de attack of da Naga. Me adoptive fatha in Zalazane’s attack and I almost loose me adoptive brotha for somet’ing I did.” with a stern demeneor, Kher’Zen took a long pause, faintly smiled and shook his head a bit, before continuing with the next question.

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

“I just feel like we are goin’ to loose de battle but not de battle for da Horde or the Alliance, or Any otha’ faction. We migth not have enough time to heal the world and recovah her from everyt’ing that she has suffered.” A deep silence bathe the room. "We might need ta do somet’ing more radical and urgent. We cannot have dat luxary of fightin’ over each otha’ anymo’. "

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“If we fail in da end, dat’s goin’ to be my biggest reggret. To not have done somet’ing more”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“I like to retreat to nature from time to time. I have peaceful places I can be and meditate”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

“I hope dey can have better lives o’ course, but the future looks grim wit’ t’ings as dey are now”

[Titanrage-zuljin]

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

A muscular, grizzled Tauren with glowing blue eyes sits down in the empty chair and smiles at the interviewer.

“My name is Titanrage Blackhoof. Age… let’s just go ahead and say I was young at one point.”

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

“I’m a Death Knight, blacksmith and mercenary. A lot of my work is related to those things, though I’m also pretty good at brewing. I make my own whiskey.”

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

“I live in Sholazar.”

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“As a Death Knight, I prefer to travel alone most of the time. Outside of my wolf and raptor, I don’t have many traveling partners.”

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

“Yeah, they’re my main mounts, but also my friends. I like to cook for them and hunt with them.”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

“I’m a member of the Horde. The brotherhood and family aspect of it really speaks to me.”

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

“My wife is the only person I have ever truly loved. I met her coming back from a scouting mission in the barrens one day when I was still alive.”

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

“I can’t think of many. I love Dwarven and Kaldorei ale, however. As a Tauren, those two are incredibly hard things to get/acquire.”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“I hunt occasionally. Usually with my wolf and raptor accompanying me.”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“Be as quiet as you possibly can, listen to the wind, and look around you at all times.”

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

“I honestly have no idea, I tend to not think about things like that that much.”

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

“Any of Saurfang’s, I could listen to his for days.”

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

“I’d say my death and resurrection as a Death Knight. Undeath does have it’s advantages.”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

“I’m not sure that that’s a smart idea, at all.”

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“Taking out my former warchief is definitely up there.”

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

“i once spontaneously bought something for my wife. She flipped out at me when she found out how much it cost, but she liked it as well.”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

“I’d say anything before my current one. I like my braids, a lot.”

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

“Not sure honestly, I’ve already built a base of my own. No idea what I’d build.”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

“Too many, but we’d be here all day if I started.”

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

“Gnomes and Goblins. I’ve never understood them that much.”

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

“Drinking, most likely.”

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

“Learning to hunt with my father.”

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

“Not really comfortable sharing that. Sorry”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

Titan’s eyes turn a blood red and his expression changes to one of pure fury as he remembers that day, before they switch back to normal again

“My wife, son, and daughter, thanks to the Grimtotem. I miss them every day, and would do anything to have them back.”

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

Titan takes a second to think of an answer

“That’s a heavily loaded question, and I’m not sure how to answer it.”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

A sad expression comes over Titan’s normally stoic face, but there is some rage undeniably there as well.

“That I’ll never see my wife again, or get to see my children grow up.”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“Usually when I want to be alone, I go to my base and relax. My base is probably the closest place I have to a happy place.”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

“I honestly have no idea, but I’d hope they’d have a better life.”

[Yonara-wyrmrest-accord (Yonara)]

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

I am Zhaoyang Cloudpaw. Most just call me Zhao.

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

I am a Masseuse. I work just about anywhere but much of my time is spent in Stormwind, especially these days.

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

I don’t really have a home of my own. My family maintains their estate in Mandori but I no longer live there regularly. My mother still maintains my room, which is great. she smiles

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

Generally I am by myself when I travel. I have traveled with my mother on occasion last year, though. I have a few places to stay in some of the locations I frequent; for example the Cloudpaws of the mainland are usually happy to host me whenever I’m in the Jade Forest region.

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

Most of the people I stay with tend to be pretty nice people. Sometimes people seem a little too…attentive, but I think that is better than the opposite.

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

I prefer to avoid politics of most sorts. I did contribute to the Order of the Broken Temple, though it was my mother who officially part of that group.

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

I am really fond of dipping vegetable cookies in jelly. Judging from some of the reactions I’ve gotten from others I assume it is strange. I also like eating fruit with mushan brains.

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

I often enjoy collecting stories. I also like drinking and naps. When I was younger I also liked writing but I’m afraid my condition makes that very difficult these days.

I also used to practice martial science, though I’m not sure if that could truly be considered a hobby; at least at the time.

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

As far as martial science is concerned it’s all about determination and repetition. With patience you will teach your body what your mind has learned; at least that’s what my mother says.

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

Um…

….

…Yak.

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

Definitely the story of Ju Cloudpaw and the sword Yo’nara:

During the age of the Thunderpaw Dynasty many warriors, free of significant conflict, took to dueling each other in pursuit of knowledge and challenge. One such warrior, Shen, quickly became a formidable fighter in this climate. Overtime however he became more and cruel to his opponents, growing bloodthirsty; even killing opponents without reason or consent. He eventually turned his sights to Ju the Blind; by then a legendary name, often spoken but rarely seen.

Shen sought out and eventually managed to find Ju. Just as Shen had her Ju had heard much about Shen. She agreed to his challenge. In preparation Shen ordered a sword made by the greatest blacksmith he could find, in honor of the occasion. Once he received his new sword the two warriors met at the foot of the Krasarang jungle.

Shen was the first to strike, his attack swiftly repelled by Ju. His next attack sundered Ju’s glaive. Seeing his opponent disarmed Shen believed his next strike would be his last. As he closed on his opponent Ju finally issued a blow of her own, striking hard into Shen’s belly. Shen was stopped and stunned immediately by the blow. He soon dropped his sword, falling to his knees. As he waited for the finishing blow Ju collected the weapon and started towards the closest town.

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

I…don’t think it would be a very good idea to share that here.

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

I don’t really know. I haven’t seen my hair in a long time and it usually feels fine.

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

I would like to build a monastery in honor of the Peak of Serenity. I have heard it was a great place before the Legion attacked and I think the surviving Monks deserve a place like that again. The Temple of Five Dawns is alright but I don’t think it’s the most suitable for a permanent replacement.

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

Zhao is silent for a moment …I’m sure there is much I could share that would be very interesting. I’m just a masseuse, after all.

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

My father died when I was younger. I tend not to dwell much on it. I believe he wound prefer if it that way.

[Baíne-wyrmrest-accord (Baíne)]

(( I think that is most of my Alliance lot so now for a horde representative. ))

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

Baine was sitting uncomfortably in the interview chair as he waited for the Goblin to begin the interview. He knew Goblin tech was prone to detonation and was not looking forward to one blowing up so close to his face. Finally however the questions begin. “First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

“My name is Baine Bloodhoof.” Baine was expecting the looks he got as he often got them when introducing himself to someone new. Both goblins looked at each other with a confused look on their face. Still they continued their line of questioning.

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

This was Baine’s chance to explain further, “I am a Brave of Thunder Bluff. No I am not the High Chieftain of the Tauren. Nor am I trying to steel his identity. As a Brave I can spend a lot of my time either scouting for Thunder Bluff or the Horde as a whole. Collecting resources for my tribe so that they can feed and clothe themselves. It is my Job to protect Thunder Bluff and my fellow Tauren from all threats both foreign and domestic.”

This answer seemed to satisfy the Goblins, but they also seemed a bit disappointed they were not actually interviewing the High Chieftain himself. Now that would be an interview of a lifetime with the rumors that have been going around. “Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?” The interviewer asked abruptly.

“I live in Mulgore and sometimes on Thunder Bluff itself. I don’t exactly have a stable home as I have been traveling quite a lot with recent events that have been befalling the Earth Mother in recent years.”

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“I sometimes travel with other members of the Horde. Not always other Tauren. I have also trained several beasts to accompany me on my travels and to protect myself and my units. My parents are still alive but retired to a small hut between Mulgore and the Barrens. Other than them my tribesman and woman are my family.”

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

“Indeed. There is so much we can learn from the Earth Mother’s children. It is also a welcome event when one learns something new about their allies or their culture. If we cannot work together how will we learn to live peacefully?”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

“FOR THE HORDE!! Sorry, got a little excited for a second. I am a Tauren and as a Tauren I am loyal to the Horde as a whole. Due to the pact made by our late great High Chieftain and the Orc Thrall. Not to mention the countless amount of blood we’ve shared protecting each other.”

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

“Are you asking if I have a life-mate? Not at this time. There was one Tauren I fancied making a permanent life-bond with but it did not work out and we’ve gone our separate ways. Not exactly sure what became of her.”

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

“This isn’t a herbivore joke is it? Like if I say anything but grass or greens it must be strange. Well I’ll have you know we Tauren did not grow this big on fruits and vegetables alone. We eat meat just as much as the other races. Kodo Steak is quite delicious when prepared properly. I’m sure many outsiders will think that’s strange. We Hunt the Kodo for everything from food, to clothing, to even using their bones as building material and weapons. Nothing goes to waste and what we don’t use gets returned to the Earth Mother in thanks.”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“Hobbies? I’ve never really thought about it. I do love exploring new lands and making maps. I also practice leatherworking so that I may repair my own armor.”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“Well map making is not very hard, you just have to have an innate ability to tell direction and be able to trace your steps. Not every map has to be perfectly detailed either. As long as you can read it and it houses major landmarks for identification you should be fine. It is when you get into barren or desert locations were there really are not any landmarks to identify that becomes a problem.”

“The best advice I can give for being a leatherworker is be sure the material you are using comes from a reputable source. Don’t just go buying any old stack that may be in the Auction House. If the leather isn’t cured properly it could decay and fall apart. It wouldn’t do any good if your pants suddenly fell down when trying to escape or pursue an objective.”

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

“Oh I am sure any animal that is shrunk to the size of a cat would be cute on some level. Up until you accidently step on them. Then they are just a mess. Hey, it has only happened once!”

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

“The story of the Great Hunt involving the white stag was one of my favorites growing up.”

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

“Well there was the whole sundering and cataclysm that happened not to long ago. You may have heard of it. Split the Barrens in half; released a tyrannical Black Dragon bent on burning everything to ash. Not sure it ever turned out ‘Great’, but we survived which is always a good thing.”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like?“

“Very gassy. I’m sorry but I am a large bovine like it or not. We tend to fart more than we’d care to admit. There is a reason we live in the open air and not a city. Though not sure there would be a faction war. If everyone was like me, we’d always agree right?”

“Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“I traveled to an alien world were plants tried to attack me and have me for lunch. I’d say that was pretty crazy. I’ve also seen Alliance and Horde fighting side-by-side against a common foe like the Burning Legion. With current events and yet another war going on that seems pretty crazy as well.”

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

“I think this strange cover scent that was suppose to attract the opposite gender. All it really did was make me sneeze a lot and attract flies.”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had?“

“I don’t really have hair per say. More like fur and a lot of it. One time I got my entire coat braded. That took forever to have done and even longer to comb out when I realized it was not a good look for me.”

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

“I’d say a Kodo ranch. It could be fun.”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

"What the one earlier about being attacked by sentient plants on an alien world was not good enough for you? Well how about the time I helped save a black dragon from a cult lead by her children? Nah you wouldn’t want to hear about that now would you?

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

“Well the Forsaken are a strange lot. They are not really alive but neither are they dead.”

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

“Well now there is an interesting question. I’d first have to admit that I have a vice or bad habit in the first place. Then admit that I’d have more than one to pick from. Alright all boasting aside I do have a few things. But let’s keep them between me and my animals. I don’t want to soil the name of our High Chieftain–Wait what do you mean he’s been imprisoned for treason? What did he do???”

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

“So we are just going to ignore the news that the Tauren leader has betrayed the Horde? Alright then… I think my favorite memory growing up was when I struck down my first Kodo with my bow. My father was so proud of me.”

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

“I’m sorry but I didn’t really have a bad childhood. Other than the centaur raids on our camps it was pleasant and I have no bad memories… Really I don’t.”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

“Well there was the High Chieftain. He wasn’t close to me personally but we all felt closer to him as Tauren. He joined the scattered clans under a single Banner and united them with the Orcs to fight off the Centaur and founded our new home. It was a shame how he died. Defending the Horde’s honor only to be betrayed.”

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

“Actually I do. I want to know what is going on with our High Chieftain being imprisoned. Things within the Horde have not been the same since Thrall left Garrosh in charge. Vol’jin tried to get us back on track but his untimely death put Sylvanas in charge. I’m sorry I know she is our Warchief but something has to be done. We should be united against the Alliance threat not fighting among ourselves and imprisoning our own.”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“Somedays? Being named after our High Chieftain. I know it is not my fault as my parents named me but it sucks when you are held to a higher standard so as to not soil our leader’s name.”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“The open plans. When I am on a Ceremonial Hunt. I remember my first one and how I felt. To see that same feeling in the younger generation…”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

“I really don’t know. The Earth Mother is dying as we wage a fruitless war. at this rate there wont be anything but death in our and their future. Should I have any calves of my own that is not the legacy I’d wish to leave them.”

“We thank you for your time Baine Bloodhoof…”

[Corvaliini-earthen-ring]

Producers note: Corvaliini is a very old Draenei, who still epitomizes the word “lady”, for the most part. She also speaks in a very heavy accent, but the text has been edited for easier reading. She only agreed to this interview because she was told it would be “short, but an important part of the ‘Get to know your allies’ campaign”.

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

I am Corvaliini, and let’s just say I vaguely remember Argus beforehand.

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

I am a mage and a tailor. Lately though it seems I’ve been put to work putting out fires all over Azeroth, as it were.

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

I have a residence in Stormwind, but I won’t tell you where. I do travel quite a bit though and find it rare to spend much time at home.

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

I have a loose band of acquaintances ((my alts)) I see from time to time but I generally travel alone.

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

I suppose they are a capable lot…mostly.

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

I have some reputation with the Kirin Tor, but I don’t take part in much of their operation. While our people are in with the Alliance, if we could live on our own somewhere I wouldn’t mind so much.

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

I have no current love.

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

Gnomes dipped and fried in…what are you looking at me like that for? Are Gnome jokes off-limits? Oh really now…sighs…I suppose I like a good talbuk steak as the next person.

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

Since apparently Gnome-punting is frowned upon here, I do also enjoy tinkering, especially with goggles. stares WHAT?? It’s like you’ve never talked to a Draenei before!

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

Doing what, exactly? I can’t help it if you lack the talent to do the things I do. Well alright, here’s one thing: visit a barber shop once in a while, hmm? Oh a real tip! Hmm…fine. Measure twice, cut once. Happy?

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

Umm…a cat?

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

Anything about Pik. pauses What do you mean who is that? The little elekk!? Pik the elekk!? Oh for Light’s sake famous children’s book series! sighs Go on…are we done yet?

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

I’m hoping this interview will do just that.

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

Quiet and refined.

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

I once saw a gnome “fly” over…I mean, I guess seeing Sargeras’s sword plunge into the planet was a sight I cannot unsee.

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

I never buy things on a whim to avoid that very situation.

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

I don’t understand the question.

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

I’m so glad that continued with “plot of land”. rolls eyes I probably wouldn’t build anything unless I didn’t have a home already.

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

Many, but none I care to share with you right now.

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

I think the Worgen…are they humans or pets? I’m never quite sure.

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

Well I used to be conceited, but now I’m perfect. Does that count?

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

Being with family before leaving Argus.

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

I’ll play the Argus card one more time.

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

finally freezes for a brief moment I lost my husband and son in the Crash.

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

You mean besides the giant sword sticking out of it, everyone quibbling and quarreling with each other, razing cities and interrogating innocents?

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

That I agreed to do this interview.

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

Anywhere but here. OH LIGHTEN UP! sighs heavily I do enjoy a spell in Karazhan from time to time.

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

I think that depends on the powers on high. If you catch my drift. Now if you’ll excuse me finally, I have somewhere else I’d rather be.

[Asana-moon-guard (Asana)]

Asana strolls in confidently looking somewhat windblown and rushed. “Sorry I’m late, lost track of time,” she apologizes while sitting down and flashing a bright smile. She crosses her legs and runs a hand through her messy short hair to steady herself.

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

“Asana Mayer, I’m 29.”

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

“A freelancer you could say. It’s side work so I don’t starve, anything from simple tasks to bounties and mercenary jobs. If it sounds entertaining I’m more likely to do it. But mainly I just like traveling and exploring to my own whims.”

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

“I have a house of my own in Pandaria, it was a gift, but I’m not often there. Usually I’m on the road.” She scratches her cheek thoughtfully. “I think I still have trouble realizing I actually own a house…”

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“It varies. Mostly I travel alone, sometimes with friends. I’m wonderful company!” she says with a playful wink.

“Do you enjoy living/traveling with them?”

Asana chuckles at the question. “Why would I travel with someone I don’t enjoy? All I ask is that you don’t have the personality of a brick wall.”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

“None,” she says quickly. “I…how can I put this? I’m more of a free spirit. The idea of swearing loyalty to any faction is…unpleasant? I’m trying to find a non-rude word. Anyways, people I can be loyal to and I frequently associate with the Alliance, but I’m not officially bound to them.”

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

Asana’s expression brightens up. “Her name is Ellva. We met years ago, she blew up her own house by mistake and I happened to be nearby. It was magical, literally. We’ve recently started dating, it’s exciting! And—oh sorry, I tend to ramble.”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“I enjoy cooking, quite skilled if I do say so myself. Does that even count as a hobby? Otherwise what can I say I’m a fighter at heart. I like sparring and training. My name is known in certain arenas too.”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“If the food has turned black then stop, you’ve already failed. If a fist comes at you try to avoid it.”

“Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“I once saw a beardless dwarf.” She casually inspects her nails. “Certainly not because I had a hand in removing it and certainly not because to this day I never let him forget it. Ah, good times.”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had?"

“…you should seen me when I was a kid. It was so long and wildly untamed I can’t believe it didn’t come to life and eat me.”

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

She waves it off. “I’d sell it to the first goblin I come across. Can’t imagine why I’d need that much land for anything.”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

“We’d be here all day if I gave you a walk through of my life. Let’s not open that can just yet. But I have been called a magnet for trouble.”

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

Asana crosses her arms considering the question. “Forsaken. I’ll be honest, I’m not overly fond of the undead. For practical and personal reasons. I have met a few decent ones, but generally I’m not interested in associating. Hard to relate, you know?”

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

“My sister and I lived in the streets of Lordaeron City way back when it was still…alive. We, or that is, I, found a secret way up to the top of one of the bell towers. The two of us would sit up there overlooking the city for hours just talking, it was our favorite spot.” She smiles wistfully at the old memory.

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

“Everything else about that city. We had a mutual dislike for each other.”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

“My younger twin sister, Kaya.” Asana doesn’t seem keen to elaborate.

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

She leans forward, resting her chin on her fists. “Hmm well it’s not so different from how it’s been for the last decade. It’s chaotic, unpredictable, but I think that makes it interesting. You never know what to expect. Although the latest war between the Alliance and Horde is exasperating! I’m rapidly losing interest in it.”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“Regrets aren’t my style…not anymore at least.”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“I like high places. Rooftops, trees, cliffs. Something about seeing the land and sky has always felt freeing to me. Clears the mind.”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

She shrugs. “Hell if I know. Could be good, could be bad. Probably both. Deal with it as it comes and fight on is my advice.”

Asana stands up and stretches, bouncing slightly on her feet. “Well if we’re done here, I am in dire need of food.” She smiles and offers a casual salute then turns to the door. “It’s been fun, good day to you.”

[Caileanmor-wyrmrest-accord (Caileanmor)]

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

Seated across the rather large darkly stained oak desk sat an old Gnome. His full head of thick wild gray hair shimmered almost silver in the ambient lighting. The mass of hair bobbed slightly as he lifted his head. His furry gray brow tilted as he eyed the camera, then back at the questioner seated across from him. His brow crinkled with furrows as he dipped his head back down at the document laid open before him. He grumbled and muttered to himself, “Why did I ever agree to this. I’m far too busy…”

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

The old Gnome sighed. His head remained bowed over the document. “Doctor Cailean Mahlr’D, though most just call me Doc or Cail…, and I’m far older than you’d think.” He raise a furry gray brow, glancing up at the questioner. “Certainly far too old to be participating in this sort of nonsense.”

After a brief pause the questioner continued…

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day life?”

Cail sighed again, this time with a grumble. He sat back and spread his arms open indicating his desk. “I’m a scribe, of course. Or did the piles of papers, my case of ink bottles and the walled selves of assorted dusty tombs and scrolls give you any other idea?” Cail grumbled as he reached for his ink pen. “Silly question.”

“Where do you live, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

Cail grumbled again, though this time more in thought and self reflection. He dipped his pen in an ink well and began scratching on the page before him. He spoke as he worked.

“Ironforge, I suppose, is my home proper. I inherited a small estate within the mountain, though I’m rarely found there these days. I have a modest place nearby that suits me well enough. Keeps me close to my work.” The old Gnome dusted the page with a fine powder and set it to one side. Dipping his pen once more he continued his scribbling upon a new page.

“I’ve done a fair bit of traveling though. In my youth I was quite the wanderer. Never one to stay in a place for long, lest roots began tae sprout out ma’feet.” Cail grinned to himself as he notably mimicked a Dwarfen accent. “It was something my wife use to say.”

His eyes brightened up. “Speaking of animal companions, there was this old mechanical squirrel I’d built some time ago that use to follow me around. Simple little fella. I purchased his kit from a toy maker when I was a young man and put him together while I was traveling.” He dipped his pen again and continued to scribble. “I’d a notion to give him to my young wife as a gift but, wouldn’t you know, I’d grown attached to the silly thing.”

Cail dusted the page and blew it off to one side. “I began tinkering with it myself and, suffice to say, one day it gained a will of its own. No idea where it is now. Been some time since I’ve seen it around.” Cail set his pen aside. His demeanor turned slightly dour. “These days, I’m all by myself.”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

Cail glanced up at the questioner with a grin. “Seems an odd question. We are sitting in Northshire, Kingdom of Stormwind proper. Clearly I’m for the Horde.” The old Gnome leaned back in his chair. His words were thick with sarcasm though with a light jovial tone. “My banner is gold and blue, ma’boy. Once was a day when I could roar as loud as any lion. Those days have long passed.” His venerable age became apparent by the tremor of his voice. He carefully closed the folder before him and move it to the side.

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

Cail sat back comfortably in his chair. He lightly rubbed his long thick gray mustache. A soft grin played across his face as his thoughts wandered. “Tanaflyn Lielethil Finesprocket.” Cail paused, and sighed. “She is and will forever by my one and truest love. Tana was a fine Gnome, unlike any other I’d ever known before or ever after.” His voice softened to a whisper. “I miss her every day…” His voice trailed off.

He suddenly snapped back from his revere. “Love, at my age, has come to mean so much more than what it did. I can honestly say that I’ve come to a fair few loves in my life.” Cail eyed the question. “Note I said loves, not lovers.”

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

“Oh I’m a simple old Gnome. I favor a nice slice of cheese. A fresh loaf of bread. A good stout ale, or thick grog. I love a good roast though I treat the meat sparingly. Light on the spice, though I enjoy a garnish of black pepper now and again. More than anything though I enjoy a good smoke.” Cail sat forward, glancing at his desk drawers in turn. “Speaking of which, what did I do with…” He opened one drawer after another, rifling through its contents. “Do you enjoy a puff, ma’boy?”

Finding his pipe he lifts it from the drawer and displays the white ivory proudly. “Ahh, there it is.” Holding it in one hand he clenches the stem in his teeth. “Now, where did I put that pouch.”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“Ah-hah!” Cail pulls up a worn leather pouch. Holding his pipe firmly in the palm of one hand he opens the pouch and begins adding the contents to the pipe bowl one pinch at a time. “I’ll favor’ya a single guess, ma’boy.”

Cail grinned as he lightly tamped the bowl’s contents with the end of his finger. “Now… matches matches…” The old Gnome clenched the pipe in his teeth and began patting his robes with his hands.

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“Tips?” Cail looked curiously at the questioner. “About smoking a pipe?” Cail removed the pipe from his teeth and chuckled. “Lets start by remembering where you keep your matches.” The old Gnome sighed. He put his thumb over the bowl cradling the pipe in his fingers, and gestured casually with the pipe’s stem. “Just as well. Tana never much liked the habit anyhow.”

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

“I had a wee dragon fluttering around here for a spell. She was an adorable sort. Far too intelligent for her own good. Always causing trouble of some kind or another. I was both relieved and saddened when she was taken off my hands.”

“What story do you enjoy hearing over and over, never getting tired of it?”

“Nothing specific I suppose.” Cail put the unlit pipe in his teeth and drew in a little air. “I’ve always been partial to a good classic adventure. Heroes winning the day over incredible odds. I enjoy a good tall tale as well. The kind you can tell while sitting around a fishing hole, waiting for a bite.”

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

Cail rubbed his chest idly. “Oh, I suppose… the day I had my heart attack. One of the scariest days of my life…” Cail paused at a memory, but continued. “Yet it brought me into a wonderous world I never knew existed. In the end, I suppose, in it’s own way it ended my life from before the attack and propelled me into this one.” Cail tapped his lip with the pipe stem. “It’s been an adventure.”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

Cail howled. “HAH! Ma’boy the world can barely handle one of me!” His brow turned up with with excitement. Cail pulled open the long middle drawer of his desk and pulled out a small box of matches. “Eureka.”

“ Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

Cail struck the match and carefully lit the bowl, gently drawing on the stem. Wisps of white smoke trailed from his mouth as he spoke. “You ever watch a Demon Hunter try and pull a cat from a tree? That was pretty crazy.” He eyed the questioner through a plume of fragrant smoke. “I bet you thought I was going to say something about the Demon Hunter slaying demons. Or the time I watched a Demon Hunter tear a soul from an enemy on the battlefield. Or the time she bound a demon’s soul to their still beating heart with a spell right before she pulled it from its chest and then ate it. Soul and organ.” Cail drew gently on his pipe stem. Smoke trailing from the corners of his mouth. “No, you’d expect that. You wouldn’t expect one to be trying to get a cat down from a tree, would you?”

Cail shook his head. “Craziest thing.”

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

Cail sat in thought for a long pause. “Beard comb, I suppose.” The old Gnome shrugged. “I guess I’ve become fairly practical in my elder years. I don’t have room or time for useless trinkets and baubles.”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

Cail deliberately bobbed his head, making his wild mane of gray hair wave. “You’ve seen this thing on my head, yes?”

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

“The largest most intricate archival library for books and artifacts I could possibly imagine. So big that I would never need to leave it. Ever. That sounds like heaven to me.” Cail drew lightly on his pipe. “Ever heard of a place called Karazhan?”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

“Oh, a fair few I suppose. Too many for me to share with you in this moment.” Cail pondered deeply with the pipe stem at his lips. “You would think me a liar, a bragard, or at least a little crazy… so, a tale for another time, I think.” Cail grinned.

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

“Nope.” Cail drew on deliberately on his pipe. “Can’t think of a one.”

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

“Oh I’m far too old for a question like that. I can barely remember what I had for lunch the other day, much less recount fond memories of when I was a wee Gnome. Next question.”

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood mem

“Nope,” Cail cut the questioner off. “Next question.”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

“Too many to name.” Cail drew on his pipe as his hand felt for his pocket. “Most of whom you’d not know anyway.” He pulled up his pocket watch and eyed the face. “How much longer is this going to take?”

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

“The state of the world?” Cail chuckled darkly. “What could one old Gnome’s opinion on the state of the world possibly matter. Who would care? Who would listen?” Cail leaned forward, taking his pipe from his mouth. “What possible difference could it make?” Cail paused before replacing the pipe stem in his teeth.

“This world has gone mad. I remember a much simpler way of life when there was a relative peace across these lands, when all one needed to worry about were the vicious murlocks gathering down by the river, or the odd pack of gnolls with delusions of grandeur. Now we have old gods, titans, demonic princes and the like. Seems as though there’s a major world ending threat tae surface every odd year or so.” Cail drew smoke from his pipe stem, shaking his head. “Its madness is what it is. This world’s gone to hell.”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“Ever thinking Lordaeron was a safe place. I regret ever putting my faith in the kingdoms of men. In the end, the most stout among them are just as suseptable to darkness as any others.”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

The old Gnome grins broadly as he draws on his pipe. “You’re lookin’ at it!” He pulled the pipe stem from his mouth. “My happy place is anywhere with my pipe, some good tobacco, and a match stick of some sort to light it. Any warm place with good food or a good brew. I favor quite places where I can think and clear my mind, which is why I took up fishing some years ago. I do enjoy the occasional gardening, or wild herb hunting. But more than anything, give me a quiet place and my pipe.” Cail grinned fondly. He leaned back and replaced his pipe stem, drawing slowly and deeply. The bowl glowed a dim crimson.

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

“We can only hope they have it better. That the world we leave them is better than when we found it. But alas…” Cail removed the pipe from his mouth and tapped it on the corner of his desk. The ash and ember falling to the floor. “I fear the world they’ll inherit will be far harsher than the world we’ve known.”

The old Gnome sets his pipe to the side. He offers the questioner a polite smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have several more manuscripts to pour over before day’s end.” He holds up his arm, gesturing toward the door. “I trust you’ll see yourself out.”

[Maffe-feathermoon (Maffe)]

The questioner motions the camera operator over to get a better shot, holding a white sheet of paper over you until the camera operator give a thumbs up. Moving it away, the interviewer sits down in a chair across from yours. They take a few moments to compose themselves, before addressing you.

Maffe enters quietly, her cloth slippers barely making a sound against the wooden floor. The frostweave robes rustled lightly as she glided to her seat. She has a delicate, petite frame and the gentle demeanor of the cleric types. Her skin is a grayish pale and the eyes burn bright with the magic of the Scourge. There is a trace of gold left in the wispy long hair. Were it not for the dreary aura of undeath and the blasphemy of her gaze one could say she was like a black-and-white picture of a perfect Stormwind maiden.

“First things first, please state your Name and age for all of the people at home that may see this.”

“Maffe. Undead for 10 years.”

“What’s your occupation, or line of work? How do you live your day to day erm… life?”

Maffe did not seem to be bothered with the awkwardness of her interviewer, and continued to reply calmly to the questions.

“I am an enchantress. I used to work in Acherus attending to the runeforge and the equipment of our death knights. My role has remained the same, although now I work for a rebel group of freedom fighters.”

“Where do you reside, or are you someone who travels a lot?”

“I took up residence in Dalaran, in the Crystal Ballroom. The mage supporting the rebel cause was kind enough to grant me a room in her residence.”

“Who do you live/travel with? Are you by yourself, or do you have family, friends, or any animal companions?”

“I live with a ren’dorei mage and her sin’dorei consort as a guest in their household. We don’t travel that much. I’d rather stay out of trouble.”

“What factions do you align yourself with, if any?”

The flame in her eyes seemed to flicker with pride. “The Alliance. Always.”

“Who do you love in life? Where did you meet?”

Maffe’s gaze lowered as she suppressed a sigh. A sad smile curved her delicate lips. “I met them when I was born. Then I met her when she was born. My parents and my sister are the only light in this torment.”

“What sort of strange food combinations do you really enjoy to eat?”

Maffe grinned. “I don’t… eat. At least not with my digestive system. I uh… I enjoy the fear of immortal souls. The life of an elf is so precious it is a tragedy when it is gone. They don’t let go easily and fight until the end, centuries of beautiful moments flash before their eyes and makes them fight all the harder. But when they are finally defeated, the horror at being defiled is… exhilarating.”

The air in the room became colder as she became more excited, and frost began to run down the legs of her chair.

“Pardon me.” she apologized, trying to recompose herself. “For the record, I only ever killed five elves in this manner and that was years ago, when Arthas was still on the Frozen Throne. I would not do that nowadays.”

“What sort of hobbies do you enjoy doing in your past-time.”

“I just work. Death knights are not allowed to enjoy anything non-sadistic; it’s the price we pay for our power. But work keeps my mind focused.”

“Any sort of tips or tricks you want to share to people out there who may be interested in doing that themselves?”

“… being undead?”

“What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?”

Maffe frowned at the odd question. Maybe he was getting uncomfortable.

“A hippogryph. That way they wouldn’t look as scary.”

“When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?”

“My life, backwards.”

“What would a world populated by clones of you be like? “

“Cold.”

“Tell Me, What’s the craziest thing you’ve seen or experienced?”

“Becoming undead.”

“What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought on a whim?”

“A Pandaren language book. I thought I was going to learn to speak it, turns out Pandaren these days speak Mogu.”

“What’s the worst hairstyle you’ve ever had? “

“This one.” she gestured to the sickly strands.

“If you were gifted a massive plot of land, say 500 acres, what would you want to build on it?”

“A farm for my family, where they could live away from the woes of the world.”

“Do You Have any interesting adventures or exploits to share?”

She shook her head. “I will skip that to avoid getting carried away and end up freezing you.”

“What Race of people outside of your own do you feel is the strangest, or hardest to get to know?”

“I think Draenei… but only because I haven’t met many of them.”

“Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? “

Maffe snickered. “In this state, all of them.”

“All right, What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

Her eyes searched the air above for a dear memory. “Playing in the park by the Mage Quarter with my little sister. It was often after dinner and we would get sweets. There was a terrace from where we could watch the ships on the harbor.”

“Flipping that around, What’s your worst childhood memory that you’re comfortable sharing with us?”

“Falling on a rosebush in that same park. My sister and I climbed a tree; she jumped off and landed without a problem. My dress snagged on a branch and I tumbled into the thorns. I came very close to being blind.”

“Who have you lost that’s been close to you?”

“More like they lost me… in becoming this I broke my family’s heart. I don’t have the courage to tell them what happened. It’s best they think their beloved daughter is watching them from the Light.”

“How do you feel about the state of the world today? Any grievances or complaints you want to get off your chest?”

Maffe gritted her teeth. “I wish to behead the damned val’kyr who brought the banshee back. I will enslave them myself if they’re still around, along with their favored mutt of an elf.”

“What is your biggest regret in life?”

“Ever wanting to see the other side.”

“Where’s your ‘happy place’? Is there anywhere or any state of mind you like to go to when you want to enjoy yourself?”

“My memories. I had a very good life, and it’s still very real in my mind.”

“And Finally, Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents?”

“Better, I hope. That’s why I continue to endure this suffering: so they can have a better life.”

Maffe stands up to leave. As she walks past the interviewer, she asks in an almost threatening tone: “As agreed, will you hide my face and my voice?”