For Gnomeregan! Obstacles
by Robin Torres 
May 15th 2010 at 10:00PM
For Gnomeregan!
Excuse me. Peenk runs off and returns a few moments later.
I have suffered a setback. I beleeve I have food poisoneeng. It could be a disease that doesn't affect the night elves or I could actuallee have been poisoned by one of the manee who do not want me heere. But I'm prettee sure it's my improper preparation of Kaldorei Spider Kabobs.
...
I'll be right back.
Peenk runs off and back again.
So my traineeng has come to a halt, for the time beeing.
Have you come across obstacles that have prevented you from advanceeng as quicklee as you intended? Perhaps there is sometheeng one of us can help you with?
...
Talk among yourselves. I'll be back in a bit. Maybe.
Peenk runs off.
Please join us by telling us a problem you encountered this past week (real or imagined), a setback in your questing 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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Reader Comments (Page 1 of 2)
Backspace May 15th 2010 10:13PM
Um... what?
Tuxmelv May 15th 2010 10:35PM
This is a RolePlaying article that is written as if they are RolePlaying with us, the readers, inquiring as to specific types of exploits of our own characters, while asking that we frame our responses as if we are RolePlaying with them.
Ziggi May 15th 2010 10:36PM
It's been too long since I've last been at Azure Watch. The old priest has died, and a new, younger priest has taken his place. I miss the old one. He was my favorite person to hang out with at Azure Watch. Besides that, nothing has changed. Everything is the same. It's sort of spooky really.
I wonder if old Trias' Cheese has changed? I should pay a visit there.
You may be wondering why I'm wandering around, rather than playing an active roll in the fight to reclaim Gnomeregan - not that I really want them do get Gnomeregan back. I just want my father to accept me.
Anyways, I'm wandering around, visiting old hangouts because there are no leads on my father. He's dissappeared. And that confuses me, because the Naaru have always put me back on the right track when I've gone astray. And there's nothing. Nada. Nilch.
It's scary.
So here I am, doing nothing, not able to fight against the Horde scum either because last battle's wounds aren't fully healed, and I don't feel anything from the Naaru.
Again, It's scary.
Ziggi May 15th 2010 11:10PM
Kerein - A history
(I started over from my last toon because I was getting really bored)
*sitting at a bar with her Gnome friend Razzell*
"Do you want to hear the long story or the short one? The long one... Ok, here goes.
"Flying over to Azeroth on the Exodar was a rather rough ride. Part of the ship, the part where my family and two others lived for the duration of the journey, broke off and landed in the waters not too far from the Stormwind Harbour. My mum, my older sister, and a few boys from the other families were able to swim to safety. However, there was a great famine at the time, and my mother and my sister were too weak to live. I spent a few months living as a street urchin, but fortunately, was taken in by the Trias family - the guys who own the cheese shop. I was 8 when I began helping out there, and I stayed there until I turned twelve.
"This is where the story starts to get interesting. When I turned twelve, I began wondering if there were other people like me out there. Other Draenei. I felt that there were, and I had an urge to find them. One day, I was delivering some cheese for an adventurer down at the docks - which I had mostly stayed clear of since the crash - and I hopped on the boat to Auberdine. I had no plans, didn't know where I was going, and I only had the cheese to eat, the stuff I was supposed to have given to the adventurer.
"I landed in Auberdine a few weeks later. Coming off the ship, I ran into someone I knew. It was one of the brothers that had been on the crash with me. He told me of the Exodar, and said that he regularly made trips from the ship to Auberdine to Stormwind. He told me to take the ship at the end of the dock, and it would take almost right to the back entrance of the Exodar. So I did, and in just a few days time, I had landed on Azuremyst Isle.
"I had bad timing. There was a mob of angry Horde preparing an attack on the Exodar, and I walked right into their camp. I ran. Foolishly, I didn't run into the Exodar, to safety, I ran into the wilderness. I ran as fast as I could, and only stopped when I came across Azure Watch. I fainted. It was justified, considering I was hungry, weak, and had been frightened half to death. I was out two days.
"While I was 'sleeping' a vision was sent to me. I was shown my father, I was shown that he was not dead, that he had been in the control car when our section broke off. I was shown that he was working as a tactical adviser for Bolivar Fordragon up in Northrend.
"When I woke up, I told the priest about my vision. He said it was sent from the Naaru - who he believed were the source of our Light - and he encouraged me not only to follow them as a priest, but to search for my father. I listened to him. Eventually, I set off on my quest, with the Naaru guiding me.
"I eventually did find my father. He was in Ironforge, visiting the High Tinkerer. He did not want to have anything to do with me, but I desperately need to have a relationship with him, because he is all I have, other than the Trias family, who haven't completely forgiven me for leaving on that day.
"So what brings you to B.L.O.G.?" My sweet little Gnome friend asks me.
"When my father was visiting the High Tinkerer, he was asked to help with this operation. I hope that if you Gnomes get Gnomeregan back and I help, then he will want to know me. It's a stretch, I know, but I have to try. I also have a hatred for the Horde, stemming from that first attack on the Exodar, and if you Gnomes get your own city, the entire Alliance will grow in strength."
Moli May 17th 2010 8:25AM
So I guess I need to find these Naaru to learn about the Light? I don't even know what a Naaron is. Are there any in Ironforge? Who am I kidding, I'm never going to be allowed out of Coldridge again.
Well if you ever get to Coldridge maybe you could help? Ask around for the Moli workshop, I'll be that Akhi kid down in the lower deck, working on hardening bearings.
// WHAT? What do you want me to get? Packing crates? We're moving??!
OK, never mind, I don't even know where I'll be.
Death May 15th 2010 10:42PM
I Demonicbob have been stuck in the hands of GOBLINS!!! Now why you ask for I have come down with the Boar Flu (which I thought I was immune to) Now you ask what does it do... Well it makes you lose your memory.
Oh hello there my name is....um....uh..... what is my name? Oh well it does not matter.
Now where was I... ah yes and now the treatment for it is to be injected by a 2 foot long needle that only Golbins know how to make. So see you guys later.
Oh hello my name is.... um....
What are you doing here get lost before i slap you!!
((Blabbers on about random stuff))
Ziggi May 15th 2010 10:45PM
Uh- oh. Boar Flu doesn't sound nice. Remind me to stay away from you.
P.S. - I can heal you, if you'd like.
Jon May 15th 2010 10:43PM
It's ok Peenk! I Phithis am a grand master of first aid. Let me help if I can :)
Tirrimas May 15th 2010 11:09PM
Tabbey slips the small vial of tainted spice back into her belt pouch and slips away, keeping to the shadows. Her lip curls in distaste at the job incompletely done, but her client specifically said not to kill the Gnome.
The depths to which a penniless rogue will stoop...
reswab May 16th 2010 1:14AM
Despite how overwhelmingly grateful I am for my parents surviving three wars and that they still write and care for me, the unexpected arrival of my father in Darkshire halted my adventuring. I am practicing and studying demonology but my mother and father are still under the impression I am traveling as a priest.
While my father may not be able to distinguish a shadow word from a corruption, hes keen enough to notice a gigantic entity of void and shadow following my commands. Up-keeping Demon skin is also one of those things priests generally don't deal with.
Either way, My father showed up to visit with me, meaning I kept a low key profile about my er. . . abilities. We passed most of our time reading in our room, but would occasionally go downstairs and have a drink in the tavern room. Toward the end of his visit, we walked north to the Red ridge mountains to camp. Eventually, he had to return back to the city and tend to business and I waved goodbye as he took off in his Hog.
Phew! Finally I can bust out my fel-side and get back to my adventuring. I don't know where it'll take me, but I'm certainly glad its taking me away.
reswab May 16th 2010 2:42AM
How do you tell your parents your really a warlock and not the squeaky clean priest they think you are? For starters, don't take the advice of a Sucubus. . .
How Paulse became Phaulse. A short story.
"Happy birthday to you!" the family sang, and clapped after the little boy and girl blew out the candles. The father cut the cake and his wife passed the cake slices to her children.
"This is the most delicious chocolate cake I've ever had," cried the little boy.
"You can thank your brother," The father said to the little boy. "He stopped by the auction house and picked it up for you."
"Thanks Paulse!" the boy and girl yelled.
"No problem you two. After all, birthdays come just once a year, and you two share the same day!"
"Duuh," the little girl said to Paulse. "That's 'cause we're twins. Right mom?" The little girl turned to her mother, and between bites of the cake asked, " After we're done eating, can we go outside and shoot off our fireworks? Mom?"
"Sure, but you'll have to have your father watch you." The family finished the cake the father followed the two children outside. Paulse stayed inside to help his mother clean up. Thunderous booms filled the kitchen and flashes of red, yellow and green illuminated the dishes Paulse scrubbed.
"It was so nice of you to bring the cake," His mother dried the dishes and peered outside the window. "The stash of cupcakes you bought will keep them happy for a week too." She set down her towel and hugged Paulse. " You've been gone so much. We've missed having you around here. You know we don't object though, what with your spreading the light and helping people out. We're both proud you've joined the priesthood. The light has a special path for you." The mother kissed Paulse on the cheek and joined her husband and children outside. Paulse stared down into the sink water and sighed.
----
"I can't believe its over," complained the little boy. " Can't I celebrate again tomorrow?"
"No," cooed Paulse. " Because what would you do when that day ends?" The boy began to speak but trailed off and climbed into his bed. "You'd want to continue celebrating the day after that," answered Paulse. "Besides, too much of a good thing makes you forget how good it is." He pulled the covers up to his brother's chin.
"You're so smart, Paulse. Is that something they taught you at priest school?"
Paulse smirked. " Restraint is heavily emphasized." He bent down and kissed his forehead. " Good night lil bro, I'll see you in the morning." Paulse snuffed out the candle and began to leave the room.
"Hey wait, my tummy hurts," moaned the boy. " Can you use your magic and fix it?"
Paulse turned and frowned. "Sorry kid. They don't teach us priests that, but now you know what happens when you eat too many sweets. Good night."
"Well, that's dumb. I think you should be the first priest to figure out how."
----
Paulse sat outside his house, staring out into the forest, enjoying the cool breeze and full moon. His quiet time ended, however, when his father sat down next to him.
"Enjoying the weather? It hasn't rained in a couple days, been nice clear skies and fair weather the whole time. Farmer Wesley said his crops this season will be the biggest yet." Paulse' father continued, looking upward toward the stars. "Speaking of Farmer Wesley, they told me to tell you how proud they are of you for training as a priest. The whole community is, Paulse. People love claiming they're friends with priests, makes'm feel good, and they like doing business with people with priests in the family," He shifted his weight and looked at Paulse. " Thanks to you, our business really took off," he smiled. "Your mother and I are both very proud of you and your accomplishments son."
Paulse returned the smile. " I'm just doing what the voice inside me says," he replied.
His father stood up and walked to the door. "I know son. Sometime before you go, you'll have to tell me about your adventures. G'night."
Paulse slouched over and buried his face in his palms.
----
" Light be forsaken, this is getting ridiculous!" Cried Paulse. After his father left him, Paulse ran out into the forest. His siblings birthday celebration interrupted his time to become acquainted with his new minion and he needed to see her potential. He began his summoning ritual and moments later a succubus appeared from the shadows.
Her hips swayed as she circled around him, occasionally pouting her lips and allowing her tail to graze the edge of his shirt. She examined him as closely as he examined her, but she spoke first.
"You're bothered, master." Her voice smoothed into an elegant, soft whisper. " Don't deny it, I can see it. What's wrong? Any way I can help make things," she paused and began to play with Paulse' hair. " . . . Better?"
He bat her hands away off him and walked away, beginning to talk. "I'm not what my family thinks I am and it's becoming more and more problematic. I can't keep coming up with lies and cover ups but I can't tell them the truth because it's too much. They couldn't handle, " he turned around and gestured toward the succubus. " All of this."
" Ooo I know baby. Only real strong men can handle of this." She cooed, wiggled her butt and spanked it. " If you've got a problem, prove how powerful you are and remove it."
" They're never going to leave me alone and eventually they'll find out I'm a warlock and they'll disown me. Whats it going to take to have them not freak out?" he sat down in the grass and tossed a rock into the darkness. The succubus' eyes flashed devilishly and, with a grin, walked toward him.
"So it sounds to me," she began. " Is all you need is a little planning and a pinch of deception."
----
Three days later, an alliance soldier patrolling Elwynn encountered a family fleeing in terror. The father, upon seeing the soldier, approached him shouting and crying.
"The Defias Brotherhood! They ransacked our home! They came for my son!" The father wept, " they killed him. I saw them murder my eldest son!"
----
The community gathered around the tombstone. Despite being unable to find a body, the family opted to have the tombstone for symbolic purposes. People wept and remembered Paulse with fond memories. All agreed he died too young and lamented his murder. From a distance, under the cover of a black hood, Paulse watched the memorial service. What better way to have people leave you alone then to have them think you died, he thought to himself. The plan worked out perfectly.
He told his father about his adventure through the deadmines and his involvement against the Defias brotherhood. He mentioned how he could still be targeted for attack by the brotherhood. Then he hired men to dress up in Defias garb, attack his house without harming his family, and, without a shadow of a doubt, make it very clear that Paulse died.
Before the attack, Paulse used his recently acquired spell to store his soul inside a stone. When the men attacked, he arranged his family to flee, but not before seeing him die. When his family disappeared from sight, he simply restored his soul, paid the men, killed the men, and looted his money back.
With his family fondly remembering him always as a do-good priest, Paulse could travel the world as a warlock uninhibited. No more obligations, no more hiding, no more feeling the disproval he felt during visits with his parents.
“Considering I’ve broken the shackles between them and me,” he spoke to the succubus hiding behind the tree. “I believe I’ll break the final link they’ve bound me in. My name.”
Deathknighty May 16th 2010 7:20AM
Cool story bro. (Not as sarcastic as you think, actually!) :D
Tethra May 16th 2010 12:03AM
Setbacks...I supposed you could call accidentally teleporting yourself to another continent a "setback." I suppose that's what I get for attempting complex magic before I've been properly trained. The look on the Tauren's faces when I suddenly appeared in Bloodhoof Village made up for it. it was less humorous a few seconds later when they tried to kill me.
To the Tauren, the Undead are an abomination and, even for people who are supposed to bear no ill will toward anyone, they barely tolerate us. Fortunately, the Bloofhoof Tauren speak Orcish, and I was able to communicate that I meant no harm, that I was only there as a result of a magical mishap. They told me I needed to leave. Being unfamiliar with Kalimdor, I wasn't sure how to go about doing this, especially since it was growing dark. Now, Forsaken can see in the dark just fine, but I wasn't about to go wandering in a strange land not knowing what was out there. It has been my experience that the worst of dangers come out at night.
The Bloodhoofs had a lengthy discussion in their native tongue. Then the biggest one, who I presume was the chieftain, informed me, in a very reluctant tone, that I was permitted to stay the night under the condition that I refrain from performing any of my magic. The Tauren, you see, distrust mages almost as much as they distrust Forsaken. So, I was relegated to a hut at the far end of the village. Since Forsaken do not sleep, I studied my spellbook to pass the time. Sometime during the night, I was visited by a young apprentice shaman named Ponoka. She said she bore no ill feelings toward me. Her older sister had been killed and subsequently risen ad a death knight, so she has sympathy for the Undead. She offered to help me find my way back to the Undercity, and I accepted.
The Tauren were not pleased to see one of their maidens accompany an unliving stranger, but one of their elders had a vision that said this journey was to happen, so they let her go. They were, however glad to see me go. They kept referring to me by some name in their language that is unpronounceable to me, but I am told it translates to "Face-bone". Somehow, I do not see this as a very complimentary nickname.
Now, here I am, in a skin tent somewhere in a region called The Barrens. Ponoka sleeps in her own tent, while I study my spells and keep watch for vicious beasts. Tomorrow, we should arrive at an encampment called the Crossroads, and from there, she said, we can take a road to Orgrimmar.
I hear a noise in the bushes. Perhaps it's time to try out this new fireball spell...
Tainnym May 16th 2010 12:06AM
My daughter has rejected her paladin training, instead opting to go the barbarian's way. Preposterous! Something about martial training, Stormwind's defense and the rage filling her veins. rage that I am sure she will want to quell with orc blood. Orcs who are now at the other side of the world minding their own Light-forsaken business.
Just like her mother.
Seems she is doing well in the Warsong Gulch in Ashenvale, but it worries me. They call her the Dragonheart now because she goes blind with bloodlust in batle, goes on a victory rush overpowering her enemies and thinking herself to be an heroine... when she's just being used as fodder anda meat shield.
My dear Amanda, you could have taken so many paths but no... you had to take the one which endangers you the most. The "path of the warrior". Pah! But I respect her decision so I sent her some old heirlooms so she has some good gear to tide her over in the coming conflicts.
I pray to the Light everyday, so that Amanda "Dragonheart" sees the error of her ways and returns home.
Tainnym/Shandris-US
dodgeballer2005 May 16th 2010 12:14AM
The Death Knight awakens in Razor Hill...
Bobury May 16th 2010 12:25AM
I Razzell, Gnome mage, have suffered a setback
Recently I have been doing some tasks for a human named Tabetha. She lives in the middle of Duskwallow Marsh. She said if I brought her a Jade, Bolt Charged Bramble, and a book, I would have a choice of three wands. Needing a new wand, I accepted, but little did I know it would be harder then I thought. I gathered the Jade with ease, but the other two were harder. My first task was the Bolt Charged Bramble. I had to gather 20 witherbark stick.. thingies... form the witherbark trolls in Arathi Highlands. Next, I had to use them to make the Bolt Charged Bramble. I went to the are to use them, but it was surrounded by Elementals. These elementals looked like mini-tornadoes and had to be stopped so I could get the Bolt Charged Bramble. It took me a long time finally use the sticks because more kept coming. I grabed the Stick and went to my next task. This task was the book. It took me ages to get to the location, and even more the find his apprentice (who was disgused as a chicken). Finally he was about to give me the book, but he said he didnt have it! HE said he gambled it away to the Scarlet Crusade. Now because of that, I am currently gathering a gorup to raid the Scarlet Library where tey are keeping this book. I hope the wand will be worth it!
Hoggersbud May 16th 2010 12:27AM
Damn it...somebody died, and all my friends just bailed on me.
Stupid heads.
Vodkamartini May 16th 2010 12:29AM
You've been dealing with Night Elves? Poor, poor dear. They have the two-faced arrogance of Silvermoon Elves, and then take pride in their "earthy" filthiness, which makes them worse. Take it from me, I know, for I'm a human warlock who deals with sulfur-smelling demons, plagues, and Stormwind aristocracy.
In my earlier times adventuring (or while growing up in my necromancer father's winery/necropolis in the Southern parts of Deadwind Pass, before the accident at Karazhan forced us to move to a Kurzen compound/moonshine distillery), I always kept a soulstone and healthstone on hand for such occasions while jaunting through areas of ill cuisine, and made sure my food and water was from legitimate sources (not mages). I stuck to alcoholic beverages if there was no clean water. At least that would kill any germs from Goblin, Dwarven or other filthy hands. But alas, you're ... I digress. Oh, no, I have nothing against you gnomes; I've always loved you tiny folk ever since my father gave me an authentic stuffed gnome doll to practice my cursing needles with. He taunted me with it for so long, telling me to wait for the taxidermy chemicals to settle. I really think he had his heart - what was left of it - on me reanimating it. "Do you know I wasted a good jug of gin to soak that pipsqueak in for you, you ungrateful brat of a daughter?" he'd scold me on those warm summer nights in the morgue.
Just make sure you're buying authentic healing potions, little gnome, and buy a decent meal to go at the inns. Or just learn to bloody cook. Mmm, blood sausage on pasta, with fava beans and a nice chianti ...
Where were we, Oh yes, I know you're one of those gnomes who expects the world to give them slack because they're too cute to scold. But please ... please ... (begins to look annoyed, eyes start to glow red) ... learn ... to ... SPELL. And I don't mean casting!!!
I HATE, HATE, HHAATTEE CUTESY MESSAGES!!1!! DON'T THEY MAKE YOU READ THE BOOKS INSTEAD OF STANDING ON THEM IN THAT NOISY GEARHOUSE YOU CALL HOME? RARVAAGHGHKK-
(Features immediately return to normal) Sorry, that was my Metamorphosis form talking. (nervous laugh) Ha-ha. Sorry for the show. Ha-ha. Now, um, would any of you like to buy some Captain Rumsey's Lager I've made? At least it's not going to make you sick ... unless you drink too much of it while fishing. (Embarassed, but unusually sharp-toothed grin.)
Sintraedrien May 16th 2010 12:50AM
Ugh! Warlocks. Traitors in league with the Burning Legion, doubtless.
Whereas I am a noble Kaldorei, of the E'Drien name (even if I have become a druid-in-training, not a warrior as my family expected).
I may sound bitter - I recently was assaulted very roughly by a certain warlock, and proved unable to destroy him alone. Fortunately, I am not with friends, and one of them (thank you! :) was a death knight. He certainly lived up to his class, for the vile necromancer was obliterated within seconds if not minutes.
Kamna E'Drien, Druid-In-Training
Deathknighty May 16th 2010 7:41AM
Aww, you don't have any friends? Poor thing. :(