For Gnomeregan! Who's your daddy?
by Robin Torres 
Jun 24th 2010 at 6:00PM
Hey! It's Peenk! Remember me? I'm toning down my dialect again so that I am more easily understood. I have been informed that leaders should try to ... ah whatever. BORING. Anyway, I'd like to know a bit about your families. Who are your parents? Are they alive? Do they support the cause? Do they support you? Where are they? Are these enough questions? Do you want more? How about beer? Yeah, I know you want that.
My immediate family were taking their yearly extended vacation in a not to be disclosed location when Gnomeregan was taken over. They remain in our vacation home, practicing the magic arts and producing supplies for retaking our home/business. As I have mentioned before, I do not have any magical talents and they are very disappointed in that. But they are happy that I have taken up the family professions of alchemy and herbalism.
Before you begin, I have an assignment for you. Actually, it's my cousin Kixi's assignment. She's so ... militant. Fires! She wants you all to take advantage of the Midsummer Fire Festival to gain power, skill, funds, and all of the other benefits of the holiday. She says it's an excellent time to take a break from your normal training, while still preparing for the offensive. So go forth and participate and then tell us all about your results at the next meeting.
Ok, bring up your mug (I heard what happened a couple weeks ago) and we have kegs for your refreshment and to loosen your tongues.
Please join us by telling us about your character's parents, 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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Reader Comments (Page 1 of 2)
Bobury Jun 24th 2010 6:12PM
Hi! It's Razzell here.
My parents were great researchers. If you could name it, they would study it. They studied alchemy, herbs, various creatures, blacksmithing, etc. Unfortunately, they were killed. I was at their house when Gnomeregan was invaded. My house was overrun with troggs. My parents were killed, their research destroyed. I escaped. I do miss them so. It is a good thing we are taing back Gnomeregan. For the Alliance, For Gnomeregan, and for the parents!
Bobury Jun 24th 2010 6:17PM
((Typo. Make that 'taing' into taking.))
Bobury Jun 24th 2010 10:14PM
:( mean people chose my post.
Oh well, it isn't 13 comments anymore!
Greg Jun 24th 2010 6:22PM
Yeah you know I want that! giggity giggity, gooooo!
Marita Jun 24th 2010 6:25PM
Hi, I'm Milenka, and I must confess I've been sleeping too much lately.
Mother says I'm a shame, but she loves me too much.
About my parents, this is it:
Dad is a merchant. He is a dwarf too, but the INs and OUTs of his profession run deeper than his racial traits. He tolerates other races, even goblins, because their existance means money. Every political problem, offence, or even invasions are good for him, because of the profits. It's a little bit weird, now that I think of it.
Mom is the oposite. She's all peace and love. All she wants is for her babies to be happy. That's why she likes my efforts to save Gnomeregan, even when that keeps me days away from her. I try to go back frequently to keep her happy.
And that's also why she never got andry with my older brother, who run away from Ironforge, and married a Iron Dwarf girl. I haven't met her yet, but I know they have three kids and enjoy the country life.
I don't know what is the opinion of my father, but maybe he's too focused in business to release the political effects of that union. Lucky for him, my younger brother is all business too, so he can continue with the many family business.
And that's all.
Now I want to go to sleep again, living in the wild exhausts me.
Goobs Jun 24th 2010 6:39PM
Hello, name's Goobs.
Goobs had a wonderful relationship with his parents. His father was a proud warrior just like he is. In fact, Goobs comes from a long line of warriors. His father was a warrior, his father's father was a warrior, his grandfather's father was a warrior, and although his father was actually a mage, HIS father was a warrior. Sadly, Goobs's father died in a tragic deeprun tram incident. He was cornered by a pack of mice- I mean, a huge raid of horde soldiers and got ran over by the tram itself. Now Goobs plans to lay vengeance on every mouse- er, horde warrior- he sees!
As for Goobs's mother, she fled to somewhere in Stranglethorn when Goobs was born and left him with his father. Goobs doesn't plan on finding his mother, as he really doesn't want to.
Gorgy Jun 24th 2010 7:24PM
Meet Bob now Bob was nothing special until he had a grand idea called the wheel now Bob is the great great grandfather of Bill who was but a non imaginative rogue whp did nothing but fish and play cards with his poker pals, one night while slightly intoxicated he bumped into a garden gnome and became unconscious he then woke up many hours later to find he had been taken in by a lonely female gnome called Pinky who would often go around throwing troggs and any irradiated gnomes into an incinerator built under her house, now her great great grandmother invented the brakes and so Bill married Pinky as he was strangely infatuated with Pinky (he found out that Pinky was an alchemist who stuck a love potion into any food she fed him) and then the gnome child Joebloggs was born, now Joebloggs was the first magic user in the family since the curse of flesh and so a great deal was expected of him. He was then sent to mage school but he got bored and summoned a demon and was expelled, after that he was packed off to Northrend sadly he was killed by a fish that had been thrown at him by a Kalu'ak and thus ends my story.
Gorgy Jun 24th 2010 7:26PM
PS names are entirely fictional as to avoid further embarrassment to the parents of joebloggs
erknost Jun 24th 2010 7:28PM
Howdy my sweet sexy-boom Peenk!
My name it is Tinker Cattigan, I have a recently baked a scholarship into the GIT (Gnomeregan Institute of Technology). My plan, right now it is to rise myself as a celebrate environmental engineer and with knowledge in my power, be able to change the face of the world to make it more gnome-and-another-couple-of-allies-friendly. As a hobby I enjoy myself, playing like a equal amount the Ironforge-dwarfs as a racing warrior who follow the brave path of the Protection, in honor of the stony dwarf that give us home after we lose ours!
This bring me to your question my fine and pink-haired-gal, my Poppy it is a Bag-of-all-tricks, who mostly follow the path of the Subtlety, he sometimes has to make the job by himself and try the way of the direct Combat, but with the years passing by, my Poppy is most, and most often by his Cloak of Shadow. He is a great green-planet-friendly-terrorist, my Poppy found one of the more celebrate Ironforge ecological groups. When I was a lil lad he found a camp to try to save the Dun Morogh's Wolpertinger from extinction.
My Mommy... my Mommy, was a bright and kind High Tinker. But in the escape from Gnomeregan one of those nasty beast of the Troggs trow a rock to us and hit my Mommy, she was dizzy for a couple of minutes, but we all finally make our way out the doom city and go as a Exiles into the kind dwarf people. But after that my Mommy get sick, and sick, and sick, and sick until one day she was unable to stand by her owns means or eat or clean herself. Right now my youngest brother is study with the humans in the Clerics of Northshire if he can find a way to heal Mommy.
This is all for my side of the road.
p.s. Cheerful Peenk, what are you gonna do this new days at the afternoon?
Vodkamartini Jun 24th 2010 7:48PM
(A female human warlock sits on a chair by a fire, downing her fourth or fifth glass of Kungaloosh at 10 a.m. A felhunter lays at her feet, asleep -- you think. The warlock gives a world-weary smile, as if to laugh at you in boredom)
The name is Vodkamartini, dear. The latest of a fine line of necromancers, sorcerers, witches, warlocks ... and drunks. Hah!
Mommy and Daddy? What a pair they were ... psh, not really. Mommy? Just another tailoring and cooking human wench. She died in ritual childbirth when she bore me. Daddy made sure of that. He was such a macabre necromancer. I'm surprised he didn't try to zombify me as an infant, but I guess he had enough gnomes in formaldehyde jars to know there isn't a market for undead newborns. Sigh. I wish sometimes he had done that to my older sister, Sinner, but she "saw the light" and ran off to become a disc priest. Daddy would also raise my mother up from the grave whenever he was fed up with me as a child. "Don't keep acting like that or I'll summon up your mother!" was his threat. Getting spanked by a brain-eating zombie that shares some resemblance is quite terrifying to a 5-year-old, but then you realize you can out run a zombie for a while. It kept me fit at least.
When it dawned on dear old dad that she couldn't catch me anymore, he turned my mother into a banshee and had her haunt me at night. Turns out she kept nagging on him too from the grave. "Haven't you dusted the house?" "Wear a clean shirt!" "Don't let our little pagan daughter dance naked on the mailbox outside in the winter!" He finally had enough of it and turned her into a soulshard. That's one of the things that made me choose becoming a warlock over a necromancer. Sure, sulphur isn't much better than the stench of rotting flesh, but demons are nothing compared to angry dead family members being summoned over for the holidays. In fact, Mommy's soulshard became my first soulstone, and I used it in my first self-loathing test when I hopped into the living room bonfire. "Obviously it was HER soulshard you used," he told me upon my rez. "You came back twice the b--ch."
Dad was so disappointed with my choice. More likely it was the timing of when I told him. He'd just ravaged a troll village and was to give me 30 corpses to practice on. In the end, I guess he realized he could live with me being just as damned as him. The Scourge, the Burning Legion (I renounce, I renounce, I'm loyal to Stormwind now), there really wasn't much of a difference then. But dear old dad did teach me about herbalism. That made money. I taught myself glyph making, and made more money. And he also taught me the secrets of making alcohol! Kungaloosh, fishing ales ... if only I got his bloodwine recipe. One day when this is all over, I plan to rebuild the family plantation in Southshore. Only a major cataclysm will stop me.
As for Dad? He had correspondence with another necromancer named Kelthuzad. He received a letter from the bloke, telling him to come up to Naxxramas. Kel was impressed enough with Dad's persistent requests to aid the Scourge. He was told he would have to work his way up the ladder, but he'd be one of many lucky fellows assisting a fellow by the name of Gluth. He left immediately, brainlessly overjoyed like a zombie at the prospect. (Sneers) Personally, I hope he's chow for some undead mongrel, otherwise, the next time I see him, I'll just metamorph into a demon form and ignite the SOB into a cinder. (Angrily tosses her glass into fire, which roars a sickly green for a few minutes)
totemdeath Jun 24th 2010 8:04PM
From the Journal of Phylemia:
Here I sit at the human settlement of Allerian stronghold, just a stones throw away from the place where my life changed forever. It had taken some dillegent searching and the deaths of a few dozen or so fel orcs, but the answers I seek are finally forthcoming. I had assumed what had occured at Auchindoun was some kind of terrorist action on the part of an orc that somehow infiltrated the city.I now know the truth, and it is far more unsettling. All this has led me back to thoughts of my now-deceased parents. They had the right idea. They led a simple life of librarians. I was even content to follow in their footsteps, though I have always had the urge to see wild and exotic places. Had he events that set me on my present course not taken place, I would likely ben an archeologist, studying some long lost civilization, trying to glimpse what they must have seen and done in thier day. Much like my beloved mother and father, those carefree days are now behind me, probably forever. The best I can now hope for is to use my new found abilities to deal those who would see us deliver the final defeat and banishment into whatever hellish existence awaits them. Until next time....
DemonWolf Jun 24th 2010 8:24PM
I usually try to avoid talking about my family. It is still a sore subject with me. I’ve not spoken to my family for some time.
I was born Bael Steelkeg. My clan was a part of the Wildhammer clan. After the second war, my father was one of the dwarfs who answered the call to join Lord Uther in his new Order of the Silver Hand and when I came of age, I follow in my father’s footsteps and served by side.
Until the plague. My father and I answered the to Lord Uther’s side and with him we marched with the army to Stratholme. That mad prince ordered to slaughter innocents, but Lord Uther would have none of it. Words were exchanged between the two and as I turned to follow Lord Uther, my father ordered me to follow Arthas. I told him that I would rather fight a city of those monsters than to raise my hammer to even a single innocent,. My father agree with the prince that there were no innocent, only future ghouls and ordered my as my father to attack.
I walked away. Not a day goes my that I do not regret my actions. I should have attacked those who would slaughter the innocent as a Paladin of the Light ought to have done, but I could no more raise my arm against my brothers than I could the innocents. That is my eternal shame.
My father and I never spoke again after that. I eventually found myself following Lady Proudmore to the new lands and other than writing to the clan elders to strip me of my name and cast me from my clan, my father followed Arthas to Northrend. I have heard nothing of his fate.
How I have come to be known as Demonwolf and the time between those dark days and today is a story for another day.
Gampher Jun 24th 2010 8:43PM
Ol' Gampher Gyrolock here! Alas, at the ripe old age of 211 years, I've outlived all my relatives and many of my descendants. Some of my students from back in the days when I taught engineering and classical mechanics are still around though. I can talk about them a bit.
One of my prize pupils was one Kaylee Tunesprocket, who took her incredible inventioneering skills and combined it with her phenomenal musical talent. She was the talk of Gnomeregan for many years. The room always seemed brighter when Kaylee sang, often backed up by self-performing instruments of her own design. One day, not long before the fall of Gnomeregan, she claimed that she needed to "find the light", and left. I know she's still alive somewhere, but where I have no idea.
Seamus Quicksprocket was one of my greatest pupils. His treatise on the effects of magical fields on various metals was a work of genius! Alas, the Kirin'Tor has sequestered all of Seamus' papers and hidden them away, proclaiming them too dangerous to become general knowledge. Seamus himself suffers a curious ailment. He is no longer able to write except in the most childish of verse. During the fall of Gnomeregan, Seamus Quicksprocket was somehow able to evacuate his entire extended family, and all of the employees of the Quicksprocket factory, with only one casualty, the factory's accountant, Haggle. Poor Haggle, severe gnomish leprosy. His once brilliant mathematical mind gone. Seamus? Still retired. Kirin'Tor won't let him un-retire. I still try to meet up with him for Thursday bridge. His grand-daughter is making quite the name for herself though, despite not... well... having made a name for herself. She hopes to rebuild the Quicksprocket factory once Gnomeregan is retaken. You should hear Seamus talk, he's so proud!
Utakata Jun 24th 2010 8:45PM
*Pink waves at Peenk*
I just wanted to say hi to me. I'm a small pink pigtail'd resident Gnome Mage with a funny name that harkens from The Meddlers ((one of the oldest Alliance RP guilds on said server)). Rabbley-san has spoken a bit of your 'ventures. So I am interested in gnowing what your 'ventures are all about. And If you ever get bored and want to play...or just blow things up (my favorite pass time) just give me a ding. And I promise I won't bite...
...but until then, hopw we run into each other.
Uta!
itsthebrent Jun 24th 2010 10:23PM
Hey all, I am extremely interested in forming a character on Shadow Council just so I can get into RP'ing.. I've never really roleplayed full on, but I have written back stories.. (and read many, many blog posts here on the subject). My questions are, do you guys allow brand new RP'ers in, and is there anyway you could help a coach a RP newbie?
Gampher Jun 24th 2010 10:46PM
((A lot of B.L.O.G. seems to be composed of first-time RP'ers. You're certainly welcome to join in. There are also plenty of RP resources just hanging about to help you get started. You don't always need a complete backstory from the get-go. I started Gampher without one... The only permise I had was that he's a very VERY old gnome. I've been making the rest up as I go, including figuring out what "very old gnome" means.))
In answer to your question. We of the Beleaguered League of Gnomeregan or "Bring Lots of Grapefruit" are happy to accept anyone into our ranks, except the Horde. Logistics of that are just impossible, you see. Besides, runs afoul of too many rules. So bring your human, dwarven, elven, draenei, or gnomish behind down here and sign up!
moirafae Jun 25th 2010 2:15AM
Here now ... I though' i' stood fer th' Best Lookin' Organisation o' Gnomes (an' other assorted peoples), Gampher? Or mebbe Brew Lovers Only, Guys. I do love a good brew, aft'r all. We really ought'er synthesize tha' name o' ours a' some point, yeh? *chortles and elbows the elder Gnome*
C'me join us, then, newcomer! We c'n always use a hand an' a stout 'eart. Or at least, I could. Ye fancy diggin'? I got a pick an' a brush wi' yer name on it if'n ye do ... *winks*
((If you've written back story or any story or just feel like experimenting, come play! If you're unsure what to do, our OOC channel chat is always friendly and people are always willing to help out and play along, I've found. ^_^))
Hellrazer48 Jun 25th 2010 2:41AM
I be supposin' dat dis be da place I was told ta come and talk to.
Allow me ta.... introduce meself, first. I be Jath'rackal and as ya can see (or not, if ya be blind) I be a Death Knight. Wait ya don' wan' me ta talk 'bout how 'tis being a Death Knight? Ya want me a talk about me family?
"sigh" Fine.
Me father was a well respected warrior ef da Darkspear Tribe back when we was in dose Isles, mon. Me moda, like most ef dem women back in dose days, was in da 'ouse takin' care ef me and my li'l brodah. Everythin' was goin' fine for sum years, until one day we was AMBUSED! Was it dem murloc or hummies I can't remember, me was knocked out cold fer most of da fight. When me woke up, me moda was lyin' dead in da smokin' ruins dat was our house.
Evah since den, me father became quite da bastard, beatin' me and me bro up almost every day. Me don't knows how, but he was still very well respected by da oders. Most likely 'cuz dey didn't know what a monster he was, but dat's beside da point. Anyways, I jus' couldn't take it wit da beatin' anymore. So, one day, I take 'is sword and implade da bastard in da chest while he was sleepin'. I be supposing dat dat's why I be quite infamous wit me peoples.
Anyway, dat's about it about me parents.
moirafae Jun 25th 2010 3:54AM
Dearest Mum and Dad,
I hope everyone is well since we last spoke. I got that hat that Gran made, and I added a few improvements to it. I think it looks great! When I was last helping with a dig near Thandol Span, it certainly kept the sun out of my eyes. Thank her for me, will you?
My adventuring is going very well, and it's starting to be not a bit profitable, too. Of course, most of my profits are not coming from digs, most of those artifacts go to the League. But I've been allowed a few to sell, and of course I end up with a fair amount of coin and other things to sell when I do errands or duties for others, too. Actually, this brings me to the reason I decided to write in the first place. I know you and everyone at the Inn likes a good ghost story. Who doesn't, am I right?
Well, I had been sent to see why a dig in Duskwood had come to a complete halt - worgen infestation, whole other story, trust me - and while there, I was doing some errands for the citizens of Darkshire, deliveries and whatnot. While taking some items to a scouting post, I came across a rather lonely grave. Now, if you know Duskwood, a grave isn't too peculiar, since the larger portion of Raven Hill is a gigantic graveyard.
But this was removed from all that, and lonely by itself. I stood there for a moment, trying to find a name or any marker, and I quickly became aware that the dirt of the grave had been disturbed. Of course, most anywhere else this could've been numerous things, but in Duskwood, it's almost certainly a sign that the dead no longer rest there. Again, that this grave sat separate from the rest made me want to find out more. You know me, I've never been one to let things alone.
Back in town, I asked around, and was told to speak to a commander of the local Watch. She said the locals were being terrorized by a wandering skeletal spectre named Mor'Ladim, and that if I could do something about it, I would be well compensated. Never one to turn down a town in need, and a bounty as well, I set out with my gun in my hand and Tobias at my side to see what we could do about it.
We headed back to that lonely, chilly graveyard at Raven Hill. Even if you're expecting the undead that roam across those desecrated lawns, you don't get used to it. Hunkering down near an abandoned house not far from his grave, my pet and I hid, waiting for Mor'Ladim. It was only at the deepest hour at night that he came, moaning and scraping up the path. When I stood and ordered Tobias to attack, that spectre gave an eerie, angry cry that shall haunt my dreams at night, I have no doubt. It was a fierce fight, but my bear fought well, my aim was true, and after a time there was little left of the horror Mor'Ladim but a pile of bones and scrap.
We stopped to rest at the nearby camp, and I related the encounter to the scouts. You can be sure, they were all relieved that the monster would bother them no more. They asked if I knew the tale of the grave and the man interred. When I told them no, they were more than grateful to oblige.
It seems that the skeleton was once a great, noble knight named Morgan Ladimore, whose family lived in Duskwood long before the night fell on the woods. He and his wife had two daughters and a son, and he loved them all very much. But when the war in Lorderon came, he couldn't deny the call, and left to fight for Uther and his homeland. He saw many horrid things, the cruelty of the orcs, the spread of the plague, the death of Uther and dissolution of the Hand. Through all of it, the thought of his family and his home was what kept him from madness.
Finally it came time for the knight to return, but when he did, it was nothing like it had been. A darkness had settled over the wood, Raven Hill's cemetery had become gigantic, farms were in ruin and fearful things walked abroad without fear of the light. But more than that, his family were missing. They were not among the villagers of Darkshire, and no one could tell him where they had gone.
Under the advice of a priest, he went to Raven Hill to search amongst the graves. There, after recognizing name after familiar name inscribed on the tombstones, he found the grave of his wife and two smaller stones, and he fell into utter despair. He wept, he railed for hours, and after a time, he began attacking the gravestones in his deepening madness. Three of the cemetery's attendants tried to restrain him, and he killed them all.
Upon the realization of what he had done, the once proud knight took his own life. The villagers buried him hastily in a grave outside the cemetery. But the grief of his past coupled with the murder of innocents, so different from the brave and noble man he had been in life, tore his soul apart and forced him to wander as a mad, vengeful spectre.
This was the creature that I returned to the village in that twilight morning to report I had defeated. It saddened me to know the entire story, and I asked the lady commander if there was any more I could do to try and bring rest to the spirit of that poor knight. That was when she informed me that one of the Ladimore daughters still survived, a member of their Night Watch.
I met with this Watcher, and she tearfully gave me a ring to place at her father's grave, if I would. A dutiful daughter myself, as you well know, I could not refuse. I made my way back to that sorrowful spot where the mist gathered close around that worn gravestone, the destroyed remains re-interred in once-more disturbed soil. There I was spoken to by the ghost of Morgan Ladimore, and there I placed the ring on his grave. When he became aware that his daughter was alive, his sadness seemed to lift. He gave me his great sword, called Archeus, that I might use it or give it to someone that would use it in the Light as it should have been used all this time. I gave him my word, and it rests in my bank until I find someone I think worthy of it, I think you'll agree it's a worthy idea.
Anyhow, Mum and Dad, I could not help thinking of you, standing and talking to Sir Ladimore at his grave. Just know that I love you, and am thinking of you as I wander the greater world. Pass my love to my siblings, Gran and the rest, and take care of yourselves. And perhaps on a silent night, when the wind is still, spare a thought for a poor wayward knight who lost his family and his soul. As always, I remain,
Your dutiful daughter,
Glynnys
DaNomie Jun 25th 2010 2:27PM
Hai Peenk,
It’s your Cousin Da’Nomie Shmoxelpoxets, the warlock from Draenor. I was reading your letter and realized, I only lived with my momy, Dina “Sneaky” Smurff Shmoxelpoxets, and that I had no idea what to make of my daddy. I love my momy dearly but Dina “Sneaky” Smurff is a rogue and as such, is well sneaky, so who knows what she does when she is sneaking around. Also, she is also an inscriber and engineer on the side. Although, I know she prefers sneaking. (Don’t tell her I know this, but Picking Locks and Pick Pocketing are her best moneymakers.) For the last five level years, I have lived with her and my grandma Pixiestixx Shmoxelpoxets, who was once a great Gnome rogue herself, who succumbed to Arthas Menethil's evil ways, but who has moved back in with mom in Stormwind and who is trying to redeem herself and is now a death knight, Blacksmith and Jewelcrafter, vowing to reclaim her good name, while supporting the alliance cause. Since those two were always sneaking off, and I was always setting things on fire or cursing them, I had never thought about it before.
My mom was quite amazed when after several generations of rogues and warriors in the family; when she found that I had an early aptitude for magic. I was setting things on fire and then cursing them by the age level of one, and then I found this imp, named Bel-Tip, in Elwynn forest when I was nine, I gave him treats and I made him my friend. (I also threatened to curse him to death, he seemed afraid of someone who could throw curses around.) He helped me meet some peoples in the Slaughtered Lamb in Stormwind, and thus my dabbling in the Dark Arts began.
Now at 80 levels of age, I am wandering all around Azeroth and Draneor trying to help my grandma defeat Arthas and get back our family name. We are also highly involved in the planning and soon to be execution of the retaking of Gnomeregan. High Mechengineer is after my mom’s talents. (If you know what I mean?)
Anyways, I decided after reading your letter to go home and ask Sneaky about my Daddy. Mind you Sneaky has a quick temper, so you have to stay out of range of her Fan of Knives when asking sensitive questions, also, you have be careful as she has a few daggers and swords hidden around too, and can pull them from all kinds of hidden pockets, and she can disappear when necessary, a talent I never learned, but I sure did figure out how to detect invisibility, can you imagine, your mom sneaking in and listening to your conversation with your Friends or Boyfriends???
To find out about dad, I knew I would have to ask her face to face. I went home and told grandma I wanted to ask mom some serious questions. She looked puzzled but helped me fix mom’s favorite dinner, A Fish Feast. After dinner (when she had put her knife down on the table, well at least one of them), I read her your letter and said Mom, I really want to know about my dad.
Silence. Dead silence, that’s what greeted me. I mean that kind of silence that only happens when you know some bad doo doo is about to go down. I started sweating, and the fact that I’m a destruction Warlock did not help. My Clothes started smoking, and Fel Flame was glowing out of my Spire Sandals and my Black &White Kitteh RaRa jumped up on top of the cabinet to get out of the way of the fire, she had been under the table eating tidbits of fish we had all given her.
Sneaky looked at Pixie, Pixie looked at Sneaky and then after what seemed like five million hours of that long silence (but was probably only like ten seconds) Pixie said, I knew this time would come, so it is time for ME, to tell you the truth.
She said, “'Nomie, I am sorry, I am sorry that I lied to you, and that I made Sneaky lie to you.” And then in a half whisper, half shout she flailed “I am your mother!”
I was like “Wha? My legs went numb, my eyes started watering, and the room started swirling, and in a vivid-color flashback, it must have been the magic in my heart that helped me see what she had gone through. As she retold the tale, I saw my grandma’s, no my mother’s love story unfold.
Before the time of the rise of Arthas, the Gnomes were friends with the Dwarves of iron forge, who shared their knowledge of metallurgy with the Humans of Stormwind. My grandma, who had been recently widowed, was left to care for my sister Dina “Sneaky” Smurff by herself, when my grandpa Ronsdorf accidentally blew himself up in an engineering experiment. Sneaky was almost old enough to go to M in Stormwind to train to be a Master Rogue, at age level 40 she was practicing all her tricks of the trade. However, In order to make enough money to care for herself and for Sneaky, and send her to M she went to Ironforge (too pick a few pockets, ahem) and to have a blade made, crafted from the finest materials that she could find, so that she could get more work and complete more tasks, and perhaps join a raiding guild for money and lucrative items to sell.
She went to the Dwarven forge master and he sent her to Stormwind, to the cathedral to look for the Paladin Zanderelix. The Forgemaster had told Pixie her that Zander’s guild was the only guild that had been able to reach deep enough inside of the Molten Core for the hidden recipes that would allow her to create her blade, and he warned her that it would cost her a lot of gold for the materials, but Pixie wasn’t worried, she was a rogue after all.
Grandma took the tram to the dwarven district of Stormwind, mounted up on her Mechanostrider and trotted off toward the cathedral. She went to the paladin trainer and asked about Zander, she was told that he could be found in the depths of Blackrock, training for his next foray into the Molten Core. Grandma took the gryphon path to Thorium Point in Searing Gorge, she was only age level 60, and was all alone, she mounted her Mechanostrider and headed off toward Blackrock Mountain. When she got to the cavernous entrance, she cloaked herself and snuck inside, around the giant molten lava middle and up to the chain that led to the center of the mountain its self. She snuck down the chain and into some ruins and followed the path the Paladin trainer had given her. When she reached the stone elf statue that stood at the entrance of Molten Core, she shuddered; he seemed to see right through her invisibility to her very soul.
She paused for a moment and then turned right, and went into the chamber that was the entrance to Blackrock depths. On the far side of the cavern was a tiny figure fighting off what seemed to be hundreds of dark iron dwarves with his giant hammer. Without thinking of the danger to herself she ran to help. She sapped one, she stabbed many and in the end only she and the paladin remained. He looked down at the tiny gnome, and she looked up at the giant human paladin glowing with the Light, and they fell in love. She joined his guild, and they raided Molten Core, defeating Ragnaros, and when the Dark Portal was opened, they stepped through together, to defeat Illidan and lady Vasjh and Kel. Near the end of the time of their stay inside the dark portal, my grandmother discovered that she was to have a child. She did not want Zander to leave her, she was afraid he would not want to have a child, as he was a fighter at heart and would always want to search the world to do good, “for the light.” So, in the middle of the next night, she left a note on his pillow and disappeared from her normal haunts, her family and all her friends, messages went unanswered and time went by very slowly for them. For Pixie, She foraged blindly until she had the baby, she carried the baby back to Stormwind and found Sneaky, she told Sneaky that her heart was so broken by what she had done that she was leaving, leaving for Northrend on a death defying quest to fight this strange new zombie plague that was breaking out.
Sneaky took the baby and laid her on the bed, when she turned around, Pixie was gone.
As the dizziness faded, I looked up from my plate, the room was settling in, so many questions had been, where was my dad? Wait, a Human, a PALADIN was my dad, hey I like fire and demons, um...I'm a lock, can we say antithesis? Wait, cross race babies? Wait was he alive, ok wait how did grandma become a death night and come back to us? I couldn’t even speak because of how my mind was racing.
I just picked up my satchels and left. I took the boat from Stormwind to Northrend, and flew to Dalaran, when I got there, I checked the mail and I had gotten messages from my mom and grandma in the mailbox, asking if I was ok, I didn’t answer them, but I did send message my friend Lauriainna, who my mom had filled in, that I was wondering Northrend, looking for things to immolate.
That’s how I got my name, I was the little gnomey , or Da’nomie, the little baby with no one but her aunt to help her. I don’t know how Sneaky kept the secret all these levels, or even how my Grandma, well Ma, got back to us in Stormwind, but what I do know is that I have to find my Father, even If I have to search to the ends of Azeroth.
Goodbye for now,
Da’Nomie