For Gnomeregan! How goes your training?
by Robin Torres 
May 8th 2010 at 6:00PM
For Gnomeregan!
I've lived a sheltered life since my familee escaped our home citee, so I took my normal-sized feet to see the wide world. I traveled to all of our major allied citees in Azeroth, funding my trip by runneeng errands for people along the way. I was particularlee moved by my trip to the night elf lands. While prospective employers have treeted me with respect and have withheld judgment of my appeerance until after I have proven myself, the local adventurers have largelee been prejudiced and insulteeng. Emphasis on the word "large." They are gigantic there.
Aneeway, I theenk I have learned two valuable lessons:
- Be true to myself. I have been hideeng my dialect (which comes from a weird familee historee that I won't bore you with now) and will no longer do so. You don't inspire peeple to help you by being afraid to be yourself. I encourage evereeone else to be yourselves too.
- I want a kittee. Those night elves reellee know how to travel. That and the rogue experts I have found there will keep me in Teldrassil for my traineeng a while longer.
Let's go around again and answer one or more of these questions:
- Do you have an interesteeng storee or lesson learned from your traineeng?
- Are you new? Who are you and why are you heere?
- Do you have an idea for a traineeng event or competition?
You there. Got sometheeng to say?
Please join us by telling us a story from your leveling this past week (real or imagined), a lesson you've learned or something else of interest while staying in character. If you are new, why have you joined the army? All the World's a Stage is a great resource and this guest post by Anna is a must-read for making new characters.
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Anoushka May 8th 2010 6:22PM
Kill moths for blood? Mutated rabbits? Walking flowers...do I dream this? Am I hit on the head in crash? This can't be happening...and then I fight fish-men while trying to get red snapper for village, ghosts of bear-men talking to me from sticks in ground, beautiful purple-skinned woman thinks we are demons...it is too much.
After wandering for awhile, I find myself getting pears for elekk, rescuing princess of bear-people from other bear-people, and then...sin'dorei. Blood elves! It wasn't just dream from earlier. They are here!
We are hunted, we are hated...but I learn that we stay true to who we are. We never forget lessons of the past and remain kind to those less fortunate.
Now, we are if not trusted, at least understood by purple-skinned ones. We are respected and honored among bear-people. But still we are hunted and hated by blood elves. Always shall this be so, I fear. So I will be strong with my people - I must be, for I must help those little ones I hear of. They have lost their home, and I have sworn myself to help them get it back.
I cannot go home. They can. I will help that happen!
D May 8th 2010 9:26PM
I love this comment so much. A+!
Death May 8th 2010 6:27PM
From the Diary of Demonicbob,
After a long week of killing Troggs and the wildlife using my Dark Energy. I wish I could have gone to Elwynn but the humans still treat me unfairly. But with my stay in Dun Morogh I have learned to summon the mysterious Voidwalker. But while I was walking through Stormwind I was called to go train at Sentinal Hill. I have also been training in Affliction.
Something I learned is that people fear me for I am a Warlock.
#2: Using the Dark Energy I am able to summon scary things.
ZeroDesu May 8th 2010 6:27PM
So, I had taken my trip to Ironforge to help things get under way as far as preparation for the liberation was concerned. The Exiles had been taking up call for a few more scouting trips into Gnomeregan preceding the invasion, and I, as a rogue, was more than happy to volunteer my efforts! I was put with a party of others, consisting of a Dwarven warrior, another Night Elf (this one a priest), and a pair of mages from the Kirin Tor. Originally it was to be a steal mission and nothing more, but sadly, the Dwarf became a little overzealous and leaped into a fray with several large Trogs and a few machinecal enemies. The fighting was furious and the enemies swarmed our entire party. Alas, I began to think it was the end for us, when I began to think back to Ironforge, and remember something I had picked up from a few like-minded Gnomes in a pub. They had been mentioning a trick that was circling around recently. A routine that allowed a nimble and quick-minded rogue to get the enemies to focus on another target. Sweeping through their ranks, I used my trickery and deception to focus all of them on our warrior, allowing the priest to focus her efforts on just a single person, while the mages and I took our shots where we could find them. In short order, we decimated the small group, and beat our retreat back to Dwarven lands to make our report. The lesson of the story? Dwarves DESPISE Troggs. Never forget that. It may save your life one day if you can make them the bait while you make your escape!
Teakee May 8th 2010 6:46PM
It's cold here in Dun Morogh. I'm not used to being out in the cold so often, having grown up in Ironforge and not really leaving all that much. With every involuntary shiver I think ever more that I am a fool for seeking training as a warrior.
But I'm determined. DETERMINED. I will help to retake Gnomeregan and I won't be able to do that by sitting in the Boltfizzle hovel in warm, secluded, safe old Ironforge, no siree.
So this dwarf here at Coldridge Valley, Sten, he's the one they point me to. Not the warrior trainer or the leader of the village here, but what I can only assume is some kind of scam artist.
He points out that I look cold. Of course I do.
Would I like some gloves? Of course I would.
Oh, but to get them, you need me to get you your dinner? And from wolves, no less?
Ugh. Fine.
But with that first swing of my sword, I felt my muscles loosening up and this wonderful, red hot feeling took over my body. It fueled me, made me feel so strong. I'd heard the dwarven soldiers talking about this, calling it a "battle rage", talking about how it powered them in combat.
But "rage" isn't how I would describe it. This feeling...it's euphoria! With every swing I feel elated. Take THAT, I think as my blade meets wolf flesh, and THAT, and THAT!
I could get used to this warrior thing, I think. Teakee Boltfizzle, Warrior of Gnomeregan.
Yeah, I like the sound of that.
Gampher May 8th 2010 7:06PM
It's been a busy week, indeed. It all started out with fighting troggs. Troggs, troggs, and more troggs. Is this what I get for staying in Dun Morogh? But, no... Leaving home didn't mean leaving the battle against those blasted troggs at all! Instead, I find myself defending King Bronzebeard's lands against... MORE TROGGS! Although a chance errand to Stormwind did result in my dealing with a grave menace to the people of Elwynn Forest, along with meeting some new friends.
...And a rival, of sorts. Blasted kids these days, no respect for their elders, I tell you. I'm sure the lad means well... but nonetheless I find myself needing to show him up, blasted whipper-snapper.
Even now the other mages are laughing at my studying the arcane school. While they hurl fireballs, or cast bolts of frost, my primary skill is summoning food and drink, and turning people into sheep. I'm much too old to be put out by their derision, of course, and know full well that my choice is, in the end, the most reasonable one.
My meager and laughable skills aside, I've been striking fear into the Defias Brotherhood, killing many of their number and gathering their bandanas as proof. But my time in Westfall was short (here, here!). There is little (here, here!) to hold me there. A chance request sent me back to Loch Modan again.
I must go. Captain Rugelfuss has tasked me with the job of killing the leader of the Troggs of Loch Modan, Grawmug, and his two guards, Gnasher and Brawler. He's even offered to sweeten the deal by promising me a new pair of trousers...
Ziggi May 8th 2010 7:25PM
Well, I've travelled a great many seas and explored the wonderful city of the Night Elves! I came across some beutiful architecture, and yes, rogues appreciate fine craftsmanship too. The only downside to Darnassus - the city of the elves - is that there aren't any cute, fluffy bunnies to slaughter. I also got trapped by the Elves and was forced to work in their gardens - as a garden gnome!!! I say our next objective should be to eradicate the Elves - and, although their gardens are really nicely tended, the experience was humiliating.
Slaughtered bunnies: 24. That was all I could manage during my stay in Dun Morough.
If anyone wants to train with me, I'm staying under the name 'Virescent' at the inn in Dolanaar!
Isis May 8th 2010 7:34PM
I was inspired by one adventurous young orphan lad I bumped into near the stormwind cathedral to go visit some of the more distant lands of azeroth and now I have a handsome porcine companion to remind me of that trip.
I continue to follow my family traditions of mining the earth for ore and have been working hard with the scribes in Ironforge to improve my talents there, it's not straigtforward with the inks required becoming increasingly more obscure, I find myself trading copper for herbs.s I'm sure that father would be disappointed that precious metal is being traded for bits of weed but I think because they are both of the earth there must be some value in it. Besides its not like I'm giving the metal to the enemies of our people just to those more able to shape it into weapons of war and the insights I'm gaining in exchange will likely help our brothers and sisters in other ways.
I have helped put a dent in the plots against our alliance partners in stormwind with the help of Lady E'Drien we took down many of the defias pirates in the Deadmines, while there I also helped rid some of the old shafts of the scourge - my first encounter with these abominations. I was saddened to find that some of these monsters were actually using the bodies of my kin twisted by dark magic to trap their souls in some rotten unlife. I was glad to free them of this torment show them into the Light.
My challenge now is to see if I can find a way for the light to help cure the leper gnomes in Gnomeregan of their sickness - it is dreadful to see so many driven to madness.
May the Light be with you all, Kibb Deepforge.
Ricohardt May 8th 2010 7:43PM
This is what I was meant to do.
After my enslavement to and subsequent freedom from the Lich King's control, revenge was sweet but ultimately hollow. Now I can return my focus on my true mission: restoring my home.
Ciaran May 8th 2010 9:22PM
Flight Sergeant Bindle Blastcap: Log
It would seem an old gnomes badgering has finally gotten somewhere, as the gnomeregan forces are returning home. It's a shame. I'd have liked to give that "witch king" a piece of my mind myself, but the bloody cold makes my joints hurt.
Still no sign of any offensive so I've been making some modifications to my flying machine to allow it to fly in the Azerothian atmosphere... Mother-of-Titans it's a damned pain. I'll not be able to get 'er in the air without, say, a sundering of the elemental planes... I've considered constructing a device that could momentarily fold the inter-dimensional barriers and allow flight with the use of some Eternal Air and a Truesilver Transformer, but I'm already on thin ice after the Poultryizer incident last thursday. Threatened to evict me and everything... Kids these days... *grumbles*
Did I tell you I've come back from Northrend?
The irony is, I've got Leyla, my MK II Gnomish Bomber, stashed away in the flight bay in Gnomeregan in perfect condition.
At least, she better be in perfect condition or those bloody Troggs will have hell to pay.
RastaOkana May 8th 2010 9:24PM
From the journal of Vantus Daggerhand:
Ever since I was a lad, I've always wanted to be like me brother Rotun. He is the only family I have, and taught me the basics of being a rogue when he could: He was always away on some assignment or somesuch.
Today, I got my first taste of combat. The wolves and troggs in Dun Morogh are good practice for my limited skills, but hearing of the trolls nearby brings back stories me brother used to tell me...of their magic and customs, of their barbarity. I wonder if these are the same trolls he told me about...I hope I'm ready enough to face them.
(A picture is placed on the opposite page with the caption " Rotun Daggerhand: Brother"...http://www.wowtcgdb.com/carddetail.aspx?id=921)
SaintStryfe May 8th 2010 9:35PM
Wolfie One has been taking her training at the highest class of them all, the Lich King. While battling his greatest minions in ICC, she is also investigating an old mystery - additional shards of the great Scepter of the Shifting Sands. I've been helping an old Gnome in Tanaris. Eccentric as he could be, it was interesting to help him. But helping Fendral Staghelm was most unagreeable. I wish someone would put him in a burrow den somewhere. Anyway, working on plans. I've been making potions furiously to assist the cause, though for some reason, there's a big push for Pygmy oil - something about overdosing. Anyway, check back in next week!
Brenda Archer May 8th 2010 9:43PM
I hunt, and am hunted.
I am content with this. The beautiful snow filled valley of Dun Morogh streches out below me, and from time to time I catch a distant glimpse of a mountaineer with his charges of children following after, training for war. I can feel the calls of excitement fill the air.
I ready a cast of moonfire against a graceful snow leopard. It will be an easy kill, and I'll have to eat without cooking, but I'm deep now in Alliance territory and should not be seen.
The snow is filled with tiny tracks as I near the place they call Gnomeregan. The pollution there is nauseating and a little frightening, but the young fighters don't look afraid. They look hopeful. After so much pain and suffering in this world, it is an encouraging sight.
I have been mentoring a young druid on my visits to the Moonglade. She used to be interested mainly in botany, but now she wants to learn of war. She tugs on my tail and makes me stand still while she casts regrowth again and again. It tickles. Are you sure? Her elven ears perk up and she jumps up, excited. I am sure! I'm going to go help win Gnomeregan.
Mu'sha bless you, child. You will need it.
hpkomic May 8th 2010 10:34PM
Dear Journal,
I have a great deal of respect for my Gnomish allies. As a paladin, I am sworn to serve the needy, and the gnomes need to retake their home! I've quested with several of them, and I have maintained contact with a few. My latest correspondence with Raegia, the tiny and furious warrior, has been assuring. I am sure she was intoxicated when she wrote the letter, but from what I could make of her scrawl, she and several other gnomes are traveling back to Ironforge to begin the operation to reclaim Gnomergan. I suspect they are already celebrating an imminent victory. She urged me to join the cause, and I fully intend to after my current obligations.
For now, I am following up some loose-ends in Icecrown. Though Arthas is gone, the Scourge yet remain, and I would not be a proper paladin if I did not cure the land of their unholy presence. It seems like things are finally looking up for my world at this point. I am excited for what the future brings, and pray every day for peace to ring across the lands.
With the Scourge gone, I simply think, “what is the worst that could happen”?
Sincerely,
Aluia, Argent Champion
PS: I could have SWORN I saw Staedtler running around the tournament grounds. Perhaps I can convince that little hunter to join me in a little game of “whack a zombie”? I do love competition.
ambermist May 8th 2010 10:58PM
My name is Nora Maber, and I'm from Stormwind. I guess since we're all still pretty new here, I can go ahead and introduce myself. I hope you don't mind my candidness.
A week ago, I packed all of my belongings in my satchel, waved goodbye to my family, and boarded the tram. I watched the last glimmer of Stormwind fade as we surged forward, unsure of what lay before me.
I left home for this?
I had just begun my training. My mother is a mage, and at a young age I proved that I had potential to follow in her footsteps--remind me to tell you that story sometime. I was going to start in Stormwind and go all the way to Dalaran one day.
But the call came to retake Gnomeregan. My dad couldn't leave the tavern, and my mom has her own responsibilities in the city, so I informed my parents that I wanted to help with the effort. Their first response was dubious at best, but eventually they agreed to let me come.
And here I am, fit enough to fight but relegated to training. "More precision, more strategy," they chirped at me crisply. "And please be careful with that little explosion thing, I'm pretty sure you singed some eyebrows."
They offered to let me go home and complete my training there, but I can't do that. I don't want to tuck tail and run like the mutt that tromps around the Park. Besides, my family is important, and I do not want to face anyone and tell them I was deemed unfit to help.
So I've stayed here to train, and it's going well. I'm a bit sick of snow already, and now the mage trainer here wants me to perfect some frost attacks. I really need to find some warmer clothes.
Oh, and if I see another boar, I might have to go back to singeing eyebrows.
Scritch May 8th 2010 11:33PM
**A letter has been left just inside the 'mouth' of a mailbox in Iron Forge. It has been opened, and reads:**
Everything changed after the accident.
Every morning, another layer of skin is peeling from an arm, a leg--my face. I know what I am becoming, but hopefully there will be a cure before it's...too late.
My alchemy is advancing in leaps and bounds, on days when I am strong enough to collect the ingredients I need.
I've been asked to travel to Stormwind, but am unable to make the strenuous journey on the tram. There are some herbs in the forest there, that are foreign to me...perhaps they hold my ...our..salvation.
I am forced to bind my appendages in tight linen strips, only allowing my eyes to remain bare...for now. If any of my brethren were to figure out what I am becoming, they would surely kill me--and I must keep working...I must.
There have been rumors..talk of reclaiming our city. I have heard these rumors since before the accident...but I think this time may be ..different.
I want you to know--I intend to fight this time. My body may not survive combat, but there is nothing that...traitor can throw at me that I am not already suffering from. I want you to have what I had always hoped for...a real home.
I do not know the exact time in which we will take to battle--but I will keep in touch, somehow. Understand that I am not sacrificing myself--I am learning from my mistakes. I hope you will understand.
The pen grows heavy in my grasp, brother. Please...keep everyone safe and tell them I love you all.
For Gnomeregan!!
all my love,
Thrii
KJP May 8th 2010 11:52PM
Training. Yeah. About that.
Don't worry about the magery stuff. I'll get caught up on that juuust fine.
The problem is what I'm going to do for a living. Like I said last time, I'd been thinking, engineering, no problem. But now dad's telling me I shouldn't go that route. Not now, anyway. Not until we finish taking Gnomeregan back.
I'm not saying Dad's an idiot -- I grew out of that stage awhile back -- but I do think he's being just a little paranoid. He's worried that if my engineering screws anything up they're gonna point the finger at him.
So now I got a problem. My heart's been set on engineering for so long. So do I follow my heart or my dad's pleas? One thing's for sure, I ain't leavin' Thunderbrew Distillery for Ironforge till I work this out. Bartender, 'nother round!
Fimble Pyro...something or other.
pandaba May 9th 2010 12:17AM
From the heights of Thunder Bluff, I wish your people the greatest of luck. Even though our respective factions have pledged death to the other, I personally hold a great fondness for the Gnomish people. When I was still a fumbling, clumsy engineer more likely to blow myself up rather than the enemy with my poorly built homemade grenades, a gnome was willing to look past our political differences, took me on as an apprentice, and taught me many secrets.
If you could just tell your guards to leave me be, I would come to Gnomeregan with my core hound and we'd not stop until the snows were red with the blood of troggs and your home was free. But, unlike the gnomes, the rest of your faction would see this friend only as an enemy, so all I can do is send my best wishes and give a prayer to the Earthmother on your behalf.
totemdeath May 9th 2010 12:29AM
From the journal of 'twobyfour', gnomish warrior
I started my training in the land where all gnomes and dwarves learn their basic skills. I soon outpaced all my trainers expectation, and was soon yearning for more. I therefore set out to find adventure in the great city of ironforge. I soon arrived. It was a fabulous place, though a little hot for my taste. After talking to several old friends, I learned that jewelery, a long lost art, was being taught again. I would however have to trek long and far to a series of islands in northwest Kalimdor. The journey itself did not concern me, for I have expected to travel far and wide to learn all I need to know, for it will take a highly skilled warrior to lead the armies to take back Gnomeregan. What I was concerned about was the reports of demons infesting the area. I only hoped the rumors were false. With trepidation, I set out on my journey.
Days later, I had set foot on the islands. What greeted me was a wonderous sight beyond my imagination. Giant crystals larger than any man, Tauren or even any building I have ever seen formed the skeleton of a giant structure. During the trip I had learned that the structure was in fact a machine that could actually travel in the black void that exist beyond the sky! What the machine contained was not demons, but a noble race of beings called 'Draenei' that did not fall to demonic temptations, which was quite a relief. I have since made contact with the jewelcrafter, who first suggested I learned how to mine rocks and minerals. She has since taken me on as an apprentice, which has made me quite happy. While I learn this intricate craft, I have taken on some quests to help the Draenei reclaim the islands from both their own enviromental misfortune, and from evil beings that existed there long before they arrived. I will update this journal as I progress in my training.
Demineon May 9th 2010 1:04AM
Dear: Big Bro
So far it has been a week here. A damned week here and I still don know what's going on. not to mention the horror of staring at the dwarven woman. UGH, I don't even know how the blasted drunks and their midgets can even stand the sight of them let alone marry one! Anyways back on topic. So far I have found out that the High Tinker is planning to BLOW up Gnomeregan, normally as a respected spy of the Horde..errm , Esteemed High Elf General, I would be ok with this but the thought of losing "uncle arty" in there is just unbearable. On the topic on trainin git seems to be going well did you know they had a shrink ray?! or even tanks?! hell i bet those Half-minded idiotic midgets...err..Intelligent Gnomes might even make a flying machine that would blow up orgrimmar one day hah! man Driving a Tank is soo fun. but alas it has been a pain working with a midget as a sparring partner, she apparently is a fire mage and keeps blasting fire in face I do not know why tho! long story short : GET ME OUTTA HERE!
From:
Deathfangx
P.S. Tell Thrall that infiltration plan 6.3 is going along successfully! i will have the specs and gnomeregan for the horde in a few weeks. Death signing off.