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"A-Are you sure this is a good idea?" Vallen stuttered out, his head was already spinning."Ah course it is, lad!" A man in back of him spoke with a chuckle, fixing the bandana on his forehead. "we jus' fire off tha' cannon yer in, ya land safely through tha' rings ah' fira one ah' tha' otha' mages set up, land safely in tha' raft and ya be fine! Besides, ya know how ta' do all them crazy frost tricks, ya wont even burn up and ya the best there is 'round this ship!" The pirate chuckled out, chugging down a mug of mead, tossing it onto the wood below. . . right next to the other mugs and flasks. "Ready!?" He cheered out"Y-Yeah!" Vallen cheered out with a sudden burst of excitement. His head was spinning, the world and waters around him were blurry but he didn't care. he was going to go through those hoops of fire!The pirate man was about to light the match when a voice boomed and echoed through the artillery deck. "What are ya shit-faced murloc eggsacs doin!?" The man gasped, wearing a long red overcoat and matching hat, a rapier drawn at his side. It was the admiral."Hurry and fire!" Vallen cried out in a panic. The human only nodded and lit the match against the rope but he soon dropped it, the wood of the ship lit up in a flame. "Uh oh.." they all spoke out in unison but yet the cannon fired and Vallen went sailing through the air. He wore a grin of excitement but that soon faded. Those rings were awefully small and they were getting even smaller, he noticed this through blurred vision, he simply closed his eyes and with a 'whoosh' he managed to get through the 3 rings set up but yet he smelled burning. he felt burning. He was burning. His hair lit up in a brilliant orange and red as well as bits of his armor. He began to flail through the air and cried out in pain, he hadn't known how close to the surface he was until his face smacked into the raft. At least he made it safely, or so he thought. The raft itself soon sparked as the flames from Vallen licked at it. Upon realizing this he dumped himself into the water below and sighed, the flames were extinguished almost immediately. He thought he was out of deep waters but he soon narrowed his eyes, managing to focus on a single moving shape. It looked like a fin. It looked like it was heading towards him!"I'm never drinking again..." Vallen whispered out as he began to paddle away.

Vallen only furrowed his brow, holding the onion ring out towards Nor, pushing it towards her hand. "Why not? It's just as good as an engagement ring, if not better!" he started with a chuckle, a large and dumb smile plastered on his face, his cheeks reddened and burning to the touch. "Onion rings smell nice, engagement rings do not! Furthermore what happens if we get stuck in Tanaris and unable to use magic and we begin to start? That onion ring will save our lives and this is why you should marry me. I can think outside the box and so should you. Please accept my hand and this onion ring in holy matrimony." he bowed his head gracefully, he was going to propose with this onion ring if it killed him

Vallen woke up with a groan. His vision was blurred and his head was pounding. He brought a hand to his forehead and began to rub and sat up from his bed, his sight came back to him. He sort of wished he hadn't. Two male goblins were passed out on a small end table with black pastries on their chests, one wearing a mask resembling that of Garrosh Hellscream. He shook his head, he would take care of that later. He reached and patted at his bed in attempts to find clothing, he felt naked, he was naked. But what he felt was only warm flesh. His eyes widened as his head snapped towards the figure. A dwarf woman. "Huh." he thought. "They do exist. ...And they do have facial beards." He was appalled, not by the fact there was a dwarf woman in his bed, no but by the fact there was a whip of a succubus next to her. "Please let it be from the succubus and not the dwarf" he thought to himself. He soon heard a "sizzling" sound from outside of his bed chambers. What could it be now? He hopped from his bed, grasping a blanket and wrapping it around his waist. He could only groan at the new sight before him. A gnome in an apron, cracking suspiciously large eggs onto his pandaren imported frying pan. What's worse was the fact he was frying them over a pile of burning books. Vallen was ready to cry."Wh-What are those eggs?" he inquired in shock and even a bit of fear."NOT DRAGONS" The gnome practically snarled, holding one of the eggs defensively against his chest. He didn't look prepared to give it up and Vallen had no energy to fight him, nor did he really care to.."Right.." he replied groggily and continued to look around the room. There lay several more bodies, a few gnomes of both genders, a troll in the corner with a few blood elven women and a large husky pandaren man sat on his sofa with a large keg in hand, several more lay about throughout the room. "Some party last night, Vallen!" The pandaren let out a heavy chuckle. "You're sort of a lightweight but that's alright, Kendo Brewheart will show you how to hold your liquor!" He winked."I'm never drinking again." Vallen sighed out. He had a lot to clean up

"I remember when we first brought you to the ship when you ah, transformed. Everyone was so damned figedy and panicky. That was the first time I’ve ever had a gun pulled on me as well and the first time I got whipped for insubordination because I was prepared to stand in the way of a bullet in case you got shot. I remember afterwards, getting you water,  sitting in that little room just talking because everyone else was too afraid or treated you like some  kind of prisoner. Even as a siren you were rather beautiful and charming, you never had to sing any kind of song to captivate me. It’s so odd how things change and so quickly.."

"Dear person I like. You're vibrant. You're enchanting to the eyes and to the mind but yet also infuriating. You stand there and speak with your remarks in that damned tone and it's frustrating but also so enchanting. You always attempt to take charge of me and my actions and while I find it frustrating it's rather charming, just as long as you know one day i will be taking charge. I think. Everything you do, from your tone, your demands, your mind and knowledge of the arcane arts is all so beautiful as well as you. Worse of all,You make me feel so damned sappy and it's truly disgusting." - Vallen Frostscribe