Belelros sits running to write, he knows that he must choose with the judges the winners of the Panini literary contest but after all, the turnout has been quite high, especially in the mail. The judges demand new mice, the scroll wheel is broken… too many pages to read! thought…
But he knew that the moment was inevitable, a verdict had to be proclaimed ...
Hello everybody! Although a bit late, here I bring you the winners of the Panini literary contest.
We start with ...Twitter!
The award goes to ... @RastiALM with this tweet. !! Congratulations!!
And from his hand came, with natural versatility, the image of something like a plant, and Thrall saw the light again.
We continue for ...Facebook!
The award is for Raul Huerga with this text. !! Congratulations!!
Staring down, focused, he gave the last layer of poison on his daggers.
A bitter taste crept up his throat and he felt his own pulse like thundering drums against his temple. The silence was thick, intense, and was only cut occasionally by the whispered prayers of his companion. The smell of blood, sweat, hatred and glory filled that place. "Not long now," he thought, as dust entered his nose and his muscles responded by tensing. He raised his head slowly, a look to the sides, everything was ready ... The small metal door rose slowly, creaking, and a beam of light slipped through the gap, forming patterns in the sand ...
He was born for this, it was what he did best, the way he felt alive, and the moment had come ... With a unison shout they jumped into combat, ready to win or die! For glory!
Let's see the winner for leaving a comment ...lonik! !! Congratulations!!
fyngolix
"Is it a long way to go, green rat?"
A bead of sweat trickled down the back of the goblin's neck and quickly descended to the middle of his spine, leaving a fine trail in its wake. Dust choked his throat and the phlegm grew thicker and rougher. The hand that held the whip was bleeding again, once more. And of course, the pain in that wound did not subside. The phalanxes were shattered after bearing the sudden weight of the entire carriage, as Fyngolix tried to replace a worn wheel.
"I'll be the laughingstock of the entire League if I'm late, green rat," the nobleman warned. Darion Smith, Lord of Lake Villa, Earl of Crestragana, Benefactor of the Mountain Regions of the Kingdom of Stormwind, ate a bunch of grapes while looking down at the driver of the carriage. "I can't take much longer, scum."
Fyngolix felt his body boil inside. But it wasn't just because of the heat. Ten sad gold coins would be the payment for enduring the desert heat, the dusty air of Uldum, and the petulance of this nobleman dressed in expensive cloth, adorned with golden jewels and perfumed with sweet fragrances. "Disgust" was the only word that came to mind.
And that's when it happened again. The axle of the cart gave under the weight of the merchandise and creaked like the roots of a collapsing tree. "What the hell happened?" Darion yelled, startled. The goblin replied in a desperate sigh. "The shaft hasn't held up, I warned you." What is this guy carrying in those chests? Fyngolix wondered.
-I can not believe it. The nobleman yelled. -This is a failure! How are we going to get out of here? I told you, green rat. If we do not arrive on time, you will charge 80% less than agreed. Fix this thing right now or I'll charge you to your supervisor of incompetence. How much more will we delay? When will we arrive at the destination? Speak up, you dirty rat!
Fyngolix, the calm and gentle Fyngolix, couldn't take any more. He pulled out a dagger tucked under his doublet and with one swift movement plunged it into the throat of the screaming human. A stream of black blood shot out of the cut and soaked the goblin's head. Darion Smith, Lord of Lake Villa, Earl of so and so, made a choking, guttural and chilling sound before collapsing to the ground possessed by violent tremors.
-We have already arrived. –Said the goblin.
Finally, we go to the mail. The winners are:
Congratulations to all! It must be said that we expected a lot less participation in the mail than we have had. There are great texts and it has taken us a lot of effort (and time) to read them all and make the decision of who should win the prizes. So with the permission of the participants we will publish them periodically.
I hope you enjoy your prizes. In order to receive them, you have to send us the following information to webmaster@guiaswow.com:
- Name and surname
- Contact number
- Full postal address
Please note that the shipping time does not depend on us but on Panini, to which once again, we thank you for the opportunity you have given us.
We will not traffic your data with the Goblins market princes, we promise!
Belelros walks away while several maravedíes fall from his pocket ...