WRAnet Secret Gift Exchange Wish Lists

((This is gonna be so fun! :D ))

To Greatfather Winter:

I have been a good girl this year, haven't I? I've been good in my studies most of all, and I have tried to be good to others...but sometimes that's hard. I do my best though...you know that for sure. So if my list seems a bit extravagant, well, I deserve it in part!

- Those silver and amethyst hoop earrings at the Sparkle Menagerie in the Bazaar
- Three new quills; two for studies and one for personal things...owl or goose feather, preferably. But a swan feather would be wonderful!
- New inks! Especially the new kinds just released at the scribe's shoppe (they change color when you blow on them and stay that way!)
- A new, beautiful holiday dress robes for the season. Just like on display in the Bazaar by the auction houses where the tailor shops are.
- A new hand-bound book meant for note-taking (doesn't need to be fancy, and NO lines, please)

*Signed neatly and in her typical shiny purple ink.* - Leltrandi

Trezzi sits down a small air totem before her, and uses it like an audio journal to convey her wishlist in orcish.

"Dea' Greatfather Wintah.

Ah have been de bes' trolf in de WORL' all year. Ah stopped two figh's in de pas' week an' ah helped a mon find a tailor-mon, granted de tailor-mon was my employer an' so it worked out fo' both, but chu didn't get me nothin' las' year an' ah think honestly ah tried a lot harder dis year t'make chu happy so please, please, please, dun let me go wantin' dis time!

~Mostly, ah would like a sheep! A cute lil fluffy one t'add t'Luciola's flock. Turns out one got ate by a bear o'some such....dat one was gunna be such a pretteh pair of pants, too....

~A sweater would be nice! One fo' mah usually form as a wolf, bein' dat in de North ah get really cold an' nah even m'fur helps!

~A therapis' would be nice...if chu know any dat are takin' on new patients.

~Ah ain't got no gold, so someone t'pay fo' a trip t'de barber fo' me, mah hair's been fallin' out from stress lately....

~Some of dose trollish dice always looked like fun t'me, ah could start playin' Lok again wit' mah friends!

~.....lotsa hugs. Lots. A whole mess of 'em...ah could use a hug lately.....

So anyway, Grea'father, dere's more as always but chu gots a lot of lists t'read so ah'ma letchu go! Fly safe an' make sure t'stop at de orphanage in Shattrath dis year! Chu musta forgot las' one!

Buhbai! Trezzi!"

The letter is in a crumpled envelope and the parchment looks like ale was spilled on it.

Dear Greatfather.

I aint one for the holidays or one for asking for stuff, but I figure Ill give it a shot.

~ New saddle for my horse. My bits hurt like all hell!

~ Some sacred candles are always helpful to a priest. Good for blessing and the such.

~ One of those fancy cigar lighter thingies I see engineers with. Would save me gold on matches!

~ Booze. Cant go wrong with booze.

   Whelp, thats about it. Hope I aint been too ornery this year.

                                              Light watch over you,

                                                         Father Fayton Morehouse.

PS.  Sorry about the spill.

((Haha. This was an interesting post for me :P ))

Dear Mister Greatfather Winter,

How are you? I am fine!

I've been working really hard to help lots of people this year, and that's being good, right? I know I've been crying a whole lot - I'm sorry! - so if you don't want me to get anything, I would understand. But I've been trying really hard! So maybe just a little present? But if not, then I would forgive you.

For Winter Veil what I would really like is for Mister Campion to come home safe! That's the most important thing! I've been praying every day, so please let him come home safe and sound and get lots of nice presents and be really happy!

I would also like for Miss Lily to get better and maybe stop being mad at me. I don't know what I did, but I love Miss Lily and I don't want her to be mad at me.

It would also be super nice of you if you could let Miss Lexie get back something she lost. Like maybe if you gave her a nap that made her feel really good, or a cookie she could eat and enjoy. I would love to make her cookies if I knew she would like them!

Could you also let really nice things happen to Mister Mero, Mister Ruepert and Miss Tezzy? Oh, and Miss Big Lily, too. They're all so super nice, and I know Mister Mero, Miss Lily and Big Miss Lily seem to need some help. I'm going to try to help them! Can you try to help them, too? And Mister Ruepert deserves something super nice, because he's super nice! Oh, and the Stormwind Orphans have been really good, helping me make cookies and draw pictures for Mister Campion! They deserve something really nice, too.

Oh, I'm supposed to ask for stuff for me, too, right? I would be really happy if I could just spend Winter's Veil with all my friends! Maybe some really big hugs would be nice. Maybe if I didn't have to go home and spend the night all by myself, that would be my favourite thing. That would be the best Winter's Veil ever!

Thanks a whole bunch, Mister Greatfather Winter sir! I can't wait for Winter's Veil! I'll try not to cry so much anymore.
~Meida

((That was useless. Way to go, Meida!))

Dear Greatfather Winter,

knowing who framed me for Onawetaya's murder would be at the top of my wish list. Barring that is there a way to arrange for either of my elven in-laws to find themselves permanently "lost" in the Maelstrom or something? Both preferably. If I had to pick one, I guess the boy-thing.

I don't need any money or gifts, just got a huge donation of 13k gold from one of my most trusted agents. But hey, it'd be nice if you gave a couple gifts to my grandkids so I don't have to spend any of my hard earned cash. Oh, and some coal for Bull... cause he deserves it!

Thanks,
Owakeri

Dear Greatfather Winter,

It is with a humble heart that I write you; if you know what is in my heart, then you know that I have tried, in between making a living by my lute and sword, to help others and spread good cheer all year.

With that in mind, I'd like to present to you my list:

* A new lute, so that I may offer my old one retirement before the frets give way entirely, and the sound box needs to be re-fitted.

* Blankets and medicine for the refugees caught outside the Graymane Wall; many of them are countrymen, merchants or mercenaries caught on the wrong side of the wall, separated from their families.  Given my sentence of exile for participating in Alliance conflicts in spite of the edicts of my King, I feel their plight keenly; my actions and subsequent exile were a matter of choice for me, and for them it was being too late to return home before the gate closed.  They are beset by worgen and Horde, and their need is dire.

Your dutiful 'grandson',

Dane

((grabs an old flyer from the street and writes on the back with lipstick))

Dear Grandfather Winter,

If there is such a person as you. Please send me a  someone to share the holidays with.

Thanks.

p.s. A few pieces of bloodthistle and a jug of bourbon wouldn't hurt either.

Dear Father Winter,

Please, just make Winter Veil not suck this year? You don't like me and I don't like you, but for ONE STUPID YEAR can ya just forget about that and at least just not try to ruin my week?

Thanks.

~Mandy

((Uhh, okay, so, that was SUPER USEFULL! >_> Umm, I could use some bigger bags? I have decent sized ones, but, yeah 18s+ would be AWESOME. x_x

If you end up being the art-sy type, artwork is ALWAYS SUPER DUPER appreciated! <3 art! :-3 ))

Great Father Winter,

Today I learned you are a old and big god of Azeroth and you make the wishes of the people who did good things become true.

I know I was a bad person and I could not become a paladin because I was bad. So I can not ask for the self of I. But the husband of I was a very good man and a very good paladin. He did many painful things in the year that passed. So I please ask for he.

I know I can not ask for the end of the war and to kill all the Legion so what I ask for is the things.

○ Please a medicine or a mind-doctor so the husband of I will not have the sickness of heart.
○ Please to help mother of I, Helaah, be liked by Cenarion-Expedition so she can take a leave to come home for the feast.
○ Please to help I become a good paladin protect-warrior and be liked by Lower-City and Aldor.
○ Please to help I find cheap Cobalts so I can become a good black smith and make money for the family of I.
○ Please colored papers to make more cut-paper pictures!
○ Please a book to learn the Common from the Draenei, or the Thalassian from the Draenei.
○ Please many good hierology-philosophy books for I and husband of I.
○ Please someday a child of I and of the husband of I, even I and he can not make a child with bodies of we. But someday not today.
○ Please I grow fat and pretty so I interest the husband of I.
○ Please chocolate. Lots of the chocolate.
○ Please for the winter-flowers of the home lands of we to bloom again and again for a year and a year and a year.

From the bad girl,
Astrolabe

 Greatfather Winter,

I'm a death knight. As I am undead, the point of Winter Veil is lost to me. Especially since I have long since lost track of where my family has gone, to spend Winter Veil among them.

However, I have recently adopted a gorloc hatchling from the Borean Tundra, by the name of Reeyo. As he is in my care, I am at least responsible for getting this letter in. However, the list is short, so I'll just cut to the chase:

Reeyo wants a puppy. He doesn' care what kind, just a puppy. 

Winds be with you,

-Raknar Shadowhorn.

P.S. If the puppy is one of those corehound puppies, I'm going to be mailing -you- the repair bills for my necropolis. Just a warning.

(( FROSTWEAVE BAGS! PLEEEEAAAASE! Running out of bank space with just Imbued Netherweave! @__@ /beg ))

Dear Si

Dear Greatfather Winter:

I have not sinned and I have been trying real hard to do the Light's Holy work and be as Righteous as possible lately and even when I do mess up I realize it and I apologize straight away because I am good. I have not even tried to eat anyone even if they are already dead and nobody would know. Since I am trying so good to be a good living person... can I be a living person?

I want a sexy outfit so I can be in love like everyone else is. Please don't be like a genie wish and melt my armor to my skin like Marton because that is not the sort of sexy outfit leading to love that I want but thanks anyways.

If not I want a phylactery and some money. And maybe a new bag for all the bottles Aleyna is giving me.

I can pay you back with some Burn if you want.

-Tiddia (Or Ronch.)

Since Ra'arg cannot write or read here is what he wants:

Dear Greatfather Winter:

I want a suit of red armor to make my Warchief proud and look noble on the field of battle as I help the Horde. (I am a little fat so make sure the saddle strap is big. ... Ok Ra'arg didn't say that but it is the truth.)

- Ra'arg

Since Brill cannot read OR write OR speak I made something up for him:

Dear Greatfather Winter:

I want socks so Tiddia can put them on my feet and laugh.

-Brill

(( I'm with Raknar. BAGS BAGS BAGS! ))

(( So uh, I totally registered for this for Nilsa, from Arnen's account. xD  Oops!  Oh well. ))

Nilsa sat down with a grunt.  For how much they were paying for this room, the chairs were really uncomfortable!  Well, no matter.  Trev was out getting them something to eat; now seemed a good time to write up a response for that Winter Veil poster she'd seen in the common room.

The dwarf found a quill and a well of ink from a drawer on the underside of the desk.  Greatfather Winter's a dwarf, but it's probably best to write in Common -- so she does, in her usual blocky, textbook-looking hand.

Dear Greatfather Winter,

If you been watching me, you ken I've been a really good girl this year.  (There is that whole thing from Brewfest, but you're a dwarf, so you should understand.  And we're taking care of it all responsible-like!) 

I can't think of a whole lot to ask for.  Actually, I can think of a lot of stuff I'm probably going to need, but right now I don't have a place to put anything big.  (Ink blot -- tapping on the page.)

I could use some gems -- preferably the uncut variety, the really fancy ones they mine up in Northrend.  Ametrines and cardinal rubies and the like.  Any variety of those.  I just need 'em so I can have my own materials for jewelcrafting jobs, save myself some money.  I'm probably going to need a lot of gold in a few months...

A new belt would be nice, too.  My old one's getting too small worn out.

And I ken you usually give me some of that nice spiced holiday ale, but the lad doesn't want me drinking till we're sure it's safe.  So, if you can send me some as discreetly as possible, I'd appreciate it.

Nilsa Brightbeard

(( Basically, uncut epic gems, or a belt (a Lawbringer Belt, specifically!  Pretty sure they're BOE.).  If the person who gets Nil's the artsy type, though, I would love some fanart! ))

( The letter is written in Bantarion's usual misspelled chicken scratch. )

Dear GreatFather Winter,

Hello sir how are you doing today? My name is Bantarion Blacksparrow and I want to make a wish for happyness for all the kids in Azeroth for Winter Vale. Because I know they have it ruff and it is hard to be a kid when all of your family and freinds and some times your parints go off to fight. And I think it is is reel sad when kids find out that there mum and pop are lost in the waystes waists frozin wildurness and you just want them to come home and hug them so you can eat dinnur. I know it is good to fight for the Horde and to be a good soldyur but I feel bad for the kids. GreatFather Winter will you please give all the kids some thing nice for Winter Vale? And GreatFather Winter I want to ask that you take care of all the folks at the Acadamy and keep every one safe and happy. Because they are good folks and they are good kids.

I do not want much this year GreatFather Winter but I have a freind. He is a tabbie cat named Pokes he is oringe and has a white strype on his nose. Pokes likes fish but I am not a great fisher man. Can you please bring my cat Pokes some fish for Winter Vale? He would like that very much he would say Meow and that meens thank you!!

And for me GreatFather Winter I would reelly like some new armor so I can go out and help fight with the Horde folks and keep the kids and Silvermoon City safe. But I do not want to ask for much. Because I know this is the seesin for giving and not for taking. But there is a spikey armor it is made from cobbalt. I would like some spikey cobbalt armor so I can kick some ass for the Horde and keep folks safe he he

Thank you very much GreatFather Winter I will leave some cookies and milk for you out side my cottige. You have a very nice Winter Vale and please take care of the kids

Please watch after Lilly and Nellie and all my freinds.

Love,

Bantarion Blacksparrow

( Bantarion signs the letter with a flourish, then sits back in his chair, grinning at the idea of some impressive cobalt armor. He could knock down fields of Scourge with armor that strong! His cat, Pokes, sits in a corner ... thinking about some fish. )

(sits down quietly in SW keep and whips out some parchment and a reaches for a quill.)

Dear Greatfather,

I aquire a new outfits, they MUST be the LATEST in fashion. I cannot be seen going around in last months rags as I have been these past few weeks. I also need a new saddle for my horse, must be handcrafted out of fine leathers. The one I have now is a oak color and I wanted cedar with cherry red lining. I also need a few orders of Alterac Spring Water, my pets are picky and do not like Winterspring Water. I also want a Jade Focusing Lens for no apparent reason, they are pretty I can probably put it on a chain and use it as a broach. The librams I have already read I have donated to SW keep's library, I require more reading material. (the list continues on with more ridiculous requests).

(then in very small print at the end.)

But, most of all I want to know if my brother, Aurelien is alright.

Thank You,

Tahamine

((I'd just rolflmao if someone sent Tahamine a lump of coal or if you are an artist, i would <3 joo :) ))

Dear Greatfather Winter Sir,

I'm sorry but I'm not too sure what this whole thing is all about. I'm still new to Azeroth and all I hear about lately is you and how you sometimes make wishes come true around this holiday. Well, I don't much believe in wishes, but from the way everyone talks about you I guess it can't hurt to make some anyway.

What I wish for more than anything else in the world is for one true friend. I want someone I can talk to and share secrets with like the other girls, and most of all, hugs. She would have to be a little bit stupid though so she wouldn't notice how cold I am, but that's O.K.

But from what people say, you don't really give wishes like that though, more like wishes about getting things that can be wrapped up in a box. I guess I would like some frostweave in that case. You see, I am learning how to be a tailor. I would also maybe like some new ribbons for my hair.

Well, I hope you are real, sir.

Sincerely,
Ixtli

Heya Greatfather Winter,

I bet around this time of year you get tons of letters, and you probably have to read them all and make sure that everyone is happy and your eyes get sore and you get really angry with all the people with bad handwriting 'cause it makes your job harder!

Well, around this festive time of year, the one thing I'd want more than aaaaanything else is a shipment of cherry grog to keep me, Tic, and Cyo company up in Icecrown.  You know what they say about drinking and fighting?  Romantic, I know.

What else... oh!  Could you also send me a new kit of hair dye to keep with me.  I'd hate for my hair to get all gray out here!

Thanks!

~Lanni

PS:  Don't tell anyone about this!  Cyo doesn't like when I drink!

Inkstains are everywhere on the letter, and the handwriting appears incredibly rushed and full of mistakes.

Dear Strangely Dressed Dwarf,

I do not really understand the point of this holiday, or you, but Grin thinks that letters solve problems and I do not have a whole lot to lose, asking a complete stranger for things. Aside from the cost of the ink, parchment, and time spent, I suppose.

Do not think that I expect you to actually do anything for me. Because I do not; I cannot be disappointed that way. Maybe you will appreciate my honesty? Everyone continues to harp at me about truth and honesty and feelings. A real load of horseshit if you ask me, but there you are.

Who are you anyway, claiming you can give good things to good people, and give them the things they want most? Still seems like a load

This is a terrible holiday, just like the rest, and your endorsement of it is rather poor taste, promising people their hopes and dreams. You are a con-artist, is what you are, and you should be ashamed. I bet you get away with it because you can claim they were not good enough 'this year' and then you do not look like a fraud.

Right, what do I want? This is another holiday to remind me of spending it alone. I have made some friends, but I keep screwing that up, so I think this year is still going to be the same as last year, and the one before, and the one before that, and so on.

Auroran likely thinks I am never alone now, and I know exactly why and he makes no sense if he thinks that. It is not like I can talk to it or hug it or have company or conversation with it either. I would not mind knowing which it is, though.

I would like company on Winter's Veil eve. Preferably not a woman, because I really do dislike the majority of them and they talk too much anyway. I wish I could spend it with Auroran

I miss my brother, Merosiel, and my An'da, the most. I should like markers at the local graveyard for them, so I have a place to pray and visit. I cannot go where they died, to do so, and the Ironforge dwarves do not really like me even though they let me buy a ram that one time. I am certain they dislike me, because they flat out refused to let me put up markers when I sent in a request. It might have something to do with the fact that I threw a snowball at their King last year on this stupid holiday. I was drunk.

I would like a doll, or some other kind of toy suitable for a child. Something unisex. Maybe some children's clothes (also unisex). I am really very terrible at tailoring anything that is not animal hide.

Liquid courage, suitably in the form of good bourbon, so that I can  go to him go home and let the few I left behind that I am alive, if not very well. If not bourbon, letting them know in my place would be nice. Supposedly you know everything (con-man, I am not a fool, but I will suspend my disbelief long enough to finish this exercise and mail this letter), so I should not have to write down names.

More ink, parchment, and other such supplies for writing would be nice. I do not go through nearly as much now that I have Ruepert's enchanted parchment and I can talk all on my own without writing, anyway, but ink is expensive, and I still need to write down the thoughts to keep them ordered and out of my head. And you are costing me some of my supplies as it is, so replacement for them for participating in this little farce of yours would be considerate of you.

A plant that will not die from lack of sunlight, that I can put in the loft at Ironforge.

Somehow convince Procrastin to stop being a di

Give Auroran more reasons to be happy. I think he is withdrawing from me, from everyone, even Procrastin.

Let the stupid Scarlet come home so everyone will stop moping about him. I do not really care, mind you, but if you could do it for Grin and for Auroran, it would be really nice. Grin deserves to feel better. They both do. While you are at it, fix Grin's hands.

And as long as I am asking a fraud for impossible wish fulfillment, give me a new body, one that I do not have to hide. One that Mother Moon will actually be proud of, so that I can be in Her graces again, and loved by Her.

Doubtfully yours,
Merosiel Riversung.

Dear Greatfather Winter,

I know you don't exist, so I won't ask you for any stupid abstract things like Lexie getting her memories back or my brother dumping that creepy bodyguard of his or

Anyways, I want the simple things in life:

Booze, cigars and whores.

Well, maybe not the whores. But maybe a guy can tell me that I have pretty eyes or something. And then I can be all: "Ha ha ha, I know." and smoke a lot of cigars.

The end.

PS: Also, I want a really cool antique gun. I've got this one, but it's in poor condition. I want the kind of cool antique gun like what they have in the Hall of Explorers.

PPS: Also, my birthday is right after Winter Veil so I better get, like, double booze and cigars.

Dear Greatfather Winter,

Praying to the Light is a far greater leap of faith than writing to you. I can't judge my own deeds, but, I tried to do right by my friends this year, and keep my chin up. I didn't do as much as I could, of course, but you're no confessor, yeah?

What I would really like, this WInter's Veil is an enormous party. With spiced wine, and a sweet apple wood ham, and potatoes, and a big fire in the hearth and holly and candles everywhere, and the wind blowing cold outside. And Winter's Veil hymns, and Miles home safe.

I think I'll decorate a fir tree with the carapaces of cockroaches, and frozen jewels of slime, and cobwebs, and put it up in Brill, and sing to the zombies, because if I get part of that wish and not the other, I will ruin the evening of every child I see, shouting that Greatfather Winter is a baby's lie, and not even a good parable sort of lie, an awful, hope destroying, manipulating lie.

In short, I will be a very Forsaken Forsaken.

I don't mean to bargain, but good people should get what they deserve, damn it. 

~ Tatiana

From the back of a happily bubblng Sea Turtle off the coast of the Borean Tundry, a haggard and tired looking Tauren uncorks an inkbottle and with an unsteady hand begins to write in flowing, almost elvish script:

Dear Greatfather...

I'd lost track of time it seems...the year goes by so fast anymore, as I get older. I realize I haven't written in ages; it's not often I'm anywhere you'd be able to find me easily.

A lot of things have happened this year, although I doubt being "naughty or nice" could enter into it. For myself, well...I doubt you can bestow good health and fortitude, so I make the following requests:

Help me find some way to get Quon back to his studies-this researching this new Sun thing is too much of a distraction. Next thing you know, he'll want to become a Paladin! His Mother would be rolling in her grave-er...well, burial skins if this were possible. Next thing you know we'll have Troll Druids! Gods help us then!

'Thenna has become disconsolate with the loss of Celidh and the resulting disappearance of Wainwright. Although Telethanes keeps her happy (thrice damned scorpid...) I can tell she's lonely. Maybe a puppy, or a kitten? She does so love cute furry things, when she's not hunting them anyway. Maybe something sharp and shiny too.

For myself, I suppose I might as well pray in the maelstrom, because all I want to know right now is why the Mother keeps ripping herself apart. Well, that and the pains to stop. I can only take so much bitterleaf before I almost soil myself. Maybe I should look into a new bed or something. Hrm. It would help if I HAD a bed first, I suppose.

Hope all is well,

Mal'hu'ahue Bhulzhila Hornmoon

P.S: I hear Owa's come into a large sum of money recently. I know it may seem trite, but would you mind seeing that some of it gets "lost?" He still owes me from the time I was teaching his duaghter the tiddler on how to be a proper druid. Seems she likes 100 year old Dwarven Whiskey.

Barring that, a direct meteor strike on the Faire itself might not go amiss, as long as Linde and the Elf aren't about.

((I don't really want anything-I just saw Owa's dig and had to respond. ;) ))

A Kaldorei stands quietly with daughter in arm. She's over a year old, now, and her small hands tug restlessly at a slip of mottled parchment. Innocent wonderful stirs behind the deep, white-blue pools of her softly-glowing eyes. 'Where is the letter going, daddy?' -Her smile seems to say. 'Can I chew on it some more?' -And her lips pull back. A child's joyous mirth.

---

Dear Greatfather Winter,
(Penned in stark script, adult and bold, heralding a small picture of a tiny stuffed kodo drawn in inelegant pastels.)

My name is Marius. My daughter's name is Dyne. She likes kodo-plushies, and she's very good at throwing them atop my shoes when she wants my attention. Dyne would like a pink one with a happy face and purple eyes.

- The De'fairwyrn family



(And then, written on the back of the paper itself, a single sentence lay accompanied by very simple words.)
All I want for Winter's Viel is peace on earth, and good will towards men. I'm so tired.

Dear Greatfather Winter,

I think I've been pretty good this year.  Aside from the thing in the Trade District of Stormwind..  But, I digress, I feel as if I've been a good elf this year.  I just have a few things on my list this year.  I really want that skunk for a pet, but I've been told I have to collect a bunch more just to get them!  Really?  I mean, I can make a few of my own, but the rest is kind of hard to collect on an Engineer's pay, right?  So, here are a few things I would like, please!

-A Deviate or Darting Hatchling.  I already have the Obsidian one and he's so adorable with his sharp little teeth and all.

-A Disgusting Oozeling.  I know know, they aren't very cute, but well if you squint your eyes they kind of look like a bush.

-An Albino Snake or Cobra Hatchling.  They're pretty neat if I say so myself.  I have all the other snakes, just a few more to complete the set.

-A Lifelike Toad.  I have a mechanical chicken, squirrel, and a few other little guys.  I made some of them, but the rest are kind of hard to find.

-A Mana Wyrmling.  How amazing do those look, right?

-Mechanopeep.  I'm an engineer, I can't help myself..

-A Red Moth.  The more moths the merrier!

-Whiskers the Rat.  I love rats.  I love just about any animal, really.. The hunter coming out in me.

-Engineering supplies.  I really need some Star Rubies and Thick leather.

[Signed in black ink, slightly smudged with itself and coal] Pheo Thorncrest

P.S. - A portrait of myself would be lovely as well.

 Dear Greatfather Winter,

The feast of Winter Veil is fast approaching, and I understand that, as you do every year, you find yourself in need of a large quantity of toys.  I represent a coalition of Goblin businessmen who would like subcontract to produce those toys for you.  My clients understand that you're currently employing gnomes to produce your toys, and we believe that you'll be surprised by how much better of a deal we can offer.

Now, I'm sure that the gnomes you're employing will tell you that we can't produce toys of the same quality that you're used to at a significant cost savings.  I must admit that that's true.  However, we'd like you to consider this:  our research shows that the average recipient of your gifts plays with their toy for two to three weeks before moving on to other toys.  We can easily make toys that will last that length of time at a great savings, especially compared to what gnomes can do.

My clients would like to arrange a meeting with you to discuss the possibilities.  While they are located in Gadgetzan, in deference to your preferred mode of dress, they're willing to meet in Everlook.  There's only a short time left before the feast begins, so the sooner a meeting can be arranged, the better.

I've been asked by my clients to inform you that, should you choose not to meet with them, they will be forced to take certain measures.  I'm not at liberty to fully discuss these measures, but you should note that there are plenty of adventurers in Azeroth who are very willing to kill pretty much anyone for, oh, say, 12 gold pieces and a nice hat.  If it can happen to the Headless Horseman, it can happen to you.  Consider yourself warned.

Yours,

Oriel Bonefire

P.S.:  Perhaps if you can get me that pony I asked for this year, I might be able to reason with my clients a little better.

Dear Greatfather Winter...

Now, I know some things have been said about me, and about my conduct. And I want you to know that those things are not true. That said, please forward any packages to the Filthy Animal Inn, in Dalaran, which is now in Northrend. Yes, I'm still human, no, I am not a spy.

Anyway, here is my list. This will be hard, I have nearly everything that I want anyway.

- I would love to have a portrait drawn of me. I have dreadlock braids now, like a Troll!

- I'd like to not be alone over the holidays. But I have yet to meet a guy who isn't A) Suicidal. B) A jerk. C) An idiot.

- I don't know if this is your department, but I'd like to see all my friends not do anything retarded and get themselves killed ever again.

- Cupcakes. You may laugh, but thus far cupcakes have proven to be an effective peacemaking tool, in amongst the Horde. And they taste great.

((If you are willing to draw a picture of Niami that is awesome! There should be an accurate description of her in my profile on this site.))

Dearest Greatfatherest Winterest,

I would really like every day to be a bright day. I would also like more time with the Faire this year and less time collecting lockboxes for angry and insane priests who claim to have children by way of Arugal and me, which is entirely impossible.

I would also like to see the Brightmoons come to some kind of consensus about their status and maybe have a few months without discovering some dark family secret.

Finally, if you have time, could you possibly get me a new mug? I seem to have lost the old one when my caravan broke down.

Thank you so much, bright winter!

Esis

Part of this letter has been scratched out and blotted.

Dear Greatfather Winter,

If legend's to be believed, you know full well just how heino  unfor  bad I've been since my last correspondence. You also know full well that I've been trying very, very hard to make up for it.

Should you be of a forgiving heart this year, I should like a Thalassian-Common phrasebook very much, because between you and me I don't think Kael'ash is going to make the best of instructors on language, Light love him. Alternately, one of those walking plants from Teldrassil or the Azuremyst Isles would be very nice. I daren't ask for something so outlandish as untainted Stratholme lily seeds but I really have been having the damnedest time trying to coax what I've found into growing into anything but plaguebloom, and I want Khaav to see the "real thing."

I̟̳̺͇̟̬̻̾ͨ̀ͥ͠'͎̲̘̱̭̗̄͂ͫ͂̍͒͘d̼͑\| ̣͈̺̻̤͉̀̌̊͑̈̚l̪̳͆ͮ͛̕ǐ̧͙̪͕̫͎͖͍͆͐̿̊k̓̂̽̇̂ĕ͙̭̺̹͓̺̄̌̓ ̸͓̫̳͙̣͕͓͆ͨ̏u͚͋̊̎̒́ş͎͒ͤ ̴̲ͭ̓̍̽̍̚t̮̯̍ͫ̃͞ǒ̢͎͔̪̤̝̖̺̀̋/ ̩̃̇ͅgẹ͉̭͓͔̘̹ͫ͐̚t͗ ̵t̟͎ͮ̋̈́̉o͍͕͎̱̩͜ ̤̓͐̑ṣ̴̬͎̰̭̳ͫ̓̀͐̊̍̏e͔͉̰̙̰͛ͭ̾̓ͅe̋͏̜͈͓̗̺ ̝̠͖͙̪̣̽͂͗̀K̮̉̽͆̏ͨͪ̋e͙̳͖͆̉̈̋̍͠ï̥̩͔̼͆͊ ̶̯̹̱͎̭̆a̖̬ͭg̤͉͇͕͔̈́͑́̄͝ȁ̰̼͈̟̮̞͖̓̍̏ͭi̥͕̻̤͕͢n҉̭͕̜̭̰ͅͅ,͔̮̙̰͙͍̏̅͆ͨ͞ ̹̱̀̽t͒͂̌̍\o͇͇̬͎ͥͭ͑ͬ͜o̊ͦ̑̀̚,͍̤̅̔͛́͆̿ ̡̫̥̖̻͔̰͕̇õ̧̒ͬr̘̺̞̓̆̑ ̵̩͆͂̇̎̏ȃt̢̿̾̍͑ͭ ͖̖̟͓̪̣̎͛̾̌̏ͪl̨͙͚͖̮̒͌̎̄ͨė̠̖a̗̩̼̳̹ͨ͂ͩ͆͗̚s͗̄̋́ẗ̶̮̘̰̪̹ͅ ̮̹̹̺̘͐ͪ̋́k̰n̩̻̝̖̂̐͊o̫͔͓̗̯̳̳͊̈́ͯ͑̓͐w̢̺͉̥̗̣ͦ͂̒̉͛̚ ̦̙̬̽ͯͫ͊ͯ͒ͪṱ̡̥̤̝͚̞͋̓h̗͌ͣ̽ͦ͌̊͌/a̦ͅt̸͙̉̍̾̾ͤͭ͛ ̷̓͆ͫ̌̈h̘̊ͮ̅ͨ́̃̋ȇ̙̝̖̣̠̺̯'̫̓̐ͯ̕/s͋̽̃̃̉̋ͪ҉̞ ̨̩̒ͯ͌̂ͤ̈́ͨả͎͆ͭ\l͍͙͐̋̃͆̆̅̚r̶̼̩̠ͧį̘ͯg̵̉̂̆ͣͧ̂̚h̼̭̲̲̪̗̅ͬ̌̋̏̓͊t̾̏ͥ͛̽̈.̧̘͙͇̹̠̹
 

If are intent on holding the last two years against me – and I would not blame you for doing so – in lieu of coal please send the very strongest liquor you can find.

Finally, I'm not certain if you're in the business of handing out secrets, but I should like very much to know what Emberdusk is up to. You know how his Flight is; it isn't as if he will simply level with me.

Yours, Gratefully,
Oriseus Lastdawn

Dear Greatfather Winter,

I welcome your presence during this time of rest and renewal, and give thanks for our new home in Mulgore. Though it has been a while since my last letter, know that I have thought about you every year and always anxiously await your return.

I need a little help this year. All the troubles in Northrend have everyone feeling a little disillusioned, myself included. Yesterday I heard there was a gunship battle between the Horde and the Alliance before the very walls of Icecrown Citadel. Of all the inappropriate times and places to butt heads! It would really brighten my spirits if you could give me some sign that the Horde and the Alliance are capable of working together, or at the very least, coexisting peacefully.

In lieu of that, perhaps you could arrange for some strong spirits. Nothing warms a body better in these harsh climes than good firewater. I've got plenty of the Mulgore variety, so if you could get your hands on one of the rarer or more precious brands, I would be especially pleased.

Given that alcohol is perhaps not the most wholesome of gifts, here are a few alternatives: tropical flowers, heavy clothes, replacement spectacle frames or lenses, a picture or painting of a warmer place, a Mulgore tallstrider hatchling, or a pen pal.

I shall be patiently awaiting your bounty, and may the blessings of the Earthmother be with you on your journey.

Faithfully,

Mishawee

Greatfather Winter,

I was just a little tuskling when I last wrote to you and you didn't give me that damned gold tusk cap I asked for. I have since made sure to burn all the gingerbread cookies on purpose. Also that year Metzen went missing? Yea. I was behind that. So let's get a few things straight between us, huh?

I want my damn gold tusk cap, still, but now I'm upping the ante.

Kurga's been acting jealous since I met the dashing and witty Saihissa Ravenstone. I think if I could get one of those Ravasaur Hatchlings, she might recognize it as offspring and bond to it and leave me and Saihissa alone.

Thraenukral needs a new chew toy, his jaws are stronger than I thought. I'm thinking...you can take on a few gordok ogres and wrestle one away, right? Well. No loss to me if you fail trying. Let's face it. YOU OWE ME.

I'd like to make some more friends. Just saying.

Oh, and Saihissa better get everything her pretty little heart desires or you and me are going head to head. I'll track you down to the Twisting Nether, I know that's where you hide out with all your leper gnome minions and presents so no one can sneak a peek before Winter Veil Morning. Don't underestimate my ability to hunt you down.

Remember. I'm always watching.

YOU KNOW WHO!

Dearest Greatfather Winter,

First and foremost, let us disabuse ourselves of this foolish duality of "naughty" and "nice", shall we? It's so dreadfully subjective and moralistically relative. While I'm sure you'd have no difficulty dredging up countless citizens of the Alliance who would so eagerly tell you I've been a, quote end-quote, "bad girl", I can assure you that my intentions this past year have been nothing short of luminary and munificent. Why, I've aspired to that noblest endeavors: peace on Azeroth and goodwill, or at least uniform will, towards all men, and you'll have to agree, I've made considerable strides toward this noble goal.

Now that we're in agreement, and you can surely see how deserving I am, there are a few things that would make my tireless pursuit of harmony much easier:

* The death--the more agonizing and painful, the better--of just a few especially boorish detractors. Really I'm not asking for much here. But if Mariius, Afterburn, Aristole, Madelynne, Tanwen, Nallaen, Stehl, Ghodfrey, Khourne, Lucinari, Natharai, Campion, Walois, Marcus, Saellren, Clareion, Salarous, Aliana, Ulra, Heliorn, and Vesiel were to all drop dead, it would make my goals so much easier to bring about. Oh, and Marchais. Oh--Arturias too. And--hm, on second thought, I'll just send you a second letter listing out everyone I need dead, yes?

* Suitable test subjects for my various and sundry experiments, all of which feed directly into the achievement of aforementioned peace/will goals.

* A disguise that actually works. I know, Greatfather--I'm as baffled as you are as to how, with such careful attention to detail in my disguises, people are able to recognize me on the street as if my name is plastered above my head, but clearly more drastic measures need be taken.

* A fresh set of vials and flasks. I seem to have a nasty habit of throwing, smashing, crunching, and kicking them when irritated, and the individuals listed in Item 1 are far too skilled at provoking my wrath.

* A lovely pair of Cindercloth Vest and Cindercloth Pants. All right, fine, this doesn't further the peace/will drivel, but it may incite a certain reaction in Sir Vosmus, and when he's happy, I'm happy, if I make myself clear.

* The safe birth of our daughter, and a case of the finest Arathi bourbon for me for afterward, because oh Light this going dry is going to make me kill someone. ...An additional someone.

* Speaking of, a lovely family portrait might not be remiss. The Monsieur does so hate such formality, but I can hang it next to the old one of Mother and I. Cheraville legacy, and all that.

* A new pet. Something quiet and well-behaved, like a rabbit or a lamb. Yes, I promise not to experiment on it.

As you can see, Greatfather, I'm a woman of few needs. However, my means are considerable, so trust me, my dear, it's in everyone's best interest that my wishes go fulfilled.

Peace and... all that rot,

Lady Fierine Cheraville Calloun

((The letter is hastily scrawn, clearly the work of oversized Orc fingers unused to tracing delicate characters. The handwriting grows more hurried as the

Gratefathur Winter,

I do note rite well, I'm a tawker, but I will let yoo judj mee. It has bin a hard yeer, but I tried to bee a good Orc. The Jaged Fang is leting me liv 4 now, but I never noh with sum of them like the oaverlord. If yoo hav tym 4 an Orc lyk mee this yeer thoh, this iz my wish lizt

Mithril Ore - unsmelt

Mithril Bar - smelt

~reely any thing Mithril gratefathur, pooting the finish on mi armor. I can noht rite any moor, mi hand hurts.

Thank yoo,

Vaknol Chillblade