When I did the post about server histories last week, it was originally spawned by a discussion about the long-standing Feathermoonie tradition of Pantsless Wednesday. This is, I was told, an elven holiday of sorts, and I went off in search of a storyteller to find a proper retelling of the legend.
I found such a storyteller in Ceil Nighfury, and she consented to its publication (though explaining “the internet” was difficult, the concept of a periodical publication was one she could relate to). As such, I bring her retelling to you. Though she takes full credit for her retelling, the original idea is credited to Shirkata for the basis and, possibly, being the original Pantsless Nelf.
“Many years ago, long before Alliance and long before the fall of our beloved Hyjal, there were a great many battles between the Kal’dorei and Troll-folk. These were times of strife and danger, but also times of legendary bravery and strength. One of the greatest heroes to come of this time was the Sentinel Brightmoon. Brightmoon was no commander or leader, she was just one of the few simple sentinels who stood guard in a small, sleepy village in the thick of the Ashenvale forests.
In these warring times, danger came to her small village in the form of a Troll siege.
The Trollish force was huge and terrifying – skilled archers on ravenous raptors, witch doctors eager to hex her sisters into demeaning shapes, furious warriors ready to make necklaces of Kal’dorei ears. The sentinels of the small village prepared to be overwhelmed by their attackers and began praying to Elune in their desperation. Brightmoon prayed with the rest, and as she prayed, she began to feel a righteous fury fill her. She prayed harder and harder to the Lady above and became more and more furious, a berserking rage building up in her at the thought of these trolls coming to slaughter their villagers, to do unspeakable things to her sisters!
In her fervor and fury, Brightmoon threw off her armor and ripped off her clothing, letting the glorious moonlight shine down upon her nude body as she let out a terrifying roar and charged the Trollish force with nothing but her anger and her moonglaive.
Watching their sister charge so fearlessly into the enemy force inspired the other sentinels and they too tore their clothing from their bodies and charged, with howls that echoed through the forests. The rush of this clearly-crazed force of recklessly skyclad Kal’dorei women, with skin and blades gleaming in the moonlight, drove terror stark into the heart of the Trollish force. They retreated in cowardly horror, only to be cut down mercilessly by the brave sentinels.
This heroic feat, which fell on what would eventually be translated into the Humans’ calender as a ‘Wednesday,’ was celebrated for millennia afterward.
To remember Brightmoon’s bravery and the unlikely victory that day, we Kal’dorei bare our skin to Elune’s light. However, when we came to join the Alliance, we realized the Human, Dwarven and Gnomish culture did not look so favorably upon our practice, so we politely began limiting it to just the removal of leggings. And thus, what the humans call ‘Pantsless Wednesday,’ continues to modern times.”
-As told by Ceil Nightfury, to a highly skeptical audience.
(And yes, if you couldn’t tell, this is silly fun. No, we don’t run around on Feathermoon without pants on Wednesdays. At least, not usually.)
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