Which is why we can’t throw our heads back in laughter, we might poke someone’s eye out.
it’s nice to see so many non-elves in this thread. Their fresh corpses will feed many nightsabers and hippogryphs. The lucky ones, like that mouthy goblin will get fed to a chimaera.
Good bedding material for our mountain giants too!
That sure escalated quickly. Now, if you don’t mind me, I’ll be sitting in the dark corner at the back of the tavern watching you all and sharpening my blades.
No free beer unless you prove your hate for gnomes and use that knife
i wish Nelfs have a black hair option…
This rogue doesn’t need beer to fuel him. His hate, vengeance and loyalty are all that fuels his rage. His blades thirst …
I don’t hate Gnomes, I love to eat them
Can High Elves/Quel’dorei can have the Tree Hippie thing if Night Elves are no longer going to be Peace loving Elves anymore but Savage Elves that kills anyone on Slight?
I’m 1/2 Kaldorei that was shunned for a very long time. Does that count?
I would like darker skin tones so I could have more of a drow elf appearance. Also, I don’t dislike the bounce but I would like it better if I had like 50% less bounce.
I find this the one annoying aspect of playing my Night Elf Death Knight.
I’m a undead zombie elf, yet I still bounce?
It’s hard to take them seriously.
I tried scaring a Peon in the Valley of Trials when I got this sudden urge to bounce… that peon then fell down laughing at me
I can’t imagine being able to bounce with all of this plate on. But that’s why we are awesome??
You think of free samples of gnomeregan gnuggets from the Try’N’Save and it makes you happy enough to bounce
I usually use gnomes as a bartering tool. We have gnome over here and the horde has Tauren over there… I trade a gnome from time to time for a few steaks. The protein must be why I can bounce.
My first character was a Night Elf, and she was my Main from 2004 until 2009. Night Elves will always be beloved to me. I cried heartbroken tears when the Tree burned.
…or ourselves in the butt.
Only a cold hard glare greets this statement, then the Viking Elf goes back to sharpening her axes.