Archive for June, 2008

 

Death in the Highlands

My Goblin companion, Frizz Cranklespank, and I had successfully comandeered a ship from the Blackwater Pirates. There were only ten of them on duty that day and they fell silently to our blades as we pulled anchor and set sail.
The passage to Fenrir’s Cove was uneventful, for which I was grateful. Frizz and I took shifts over the course of our three day voyage, never in sight of any other vessel on the open seas. I was suitably impressed with his shiphandling abilities. He worked the sails like a seasoned …

 

 

Meeting My Goblin Companion

I made my way to the docks, missive in hand. I was to seek out Captain Grimble and he, in turn, would assign one of his crew to be my assistant as we set sail to the Highlands of Arathi.
The docks, as usual, were bustlingwith activity. Ships were moored to the piers, sails drawn in. Sailors ran to and fro loading and unloading cargo that would sustain the crews for their time at sea. I noted another Forsaken on the docks and approached. Using Gutterspeak, I asked, “Hail, brother. Do …

 

 

Goblins, Sails and Beer, Oh My!

I was accepted into the academy of Da Doctas. Though their primary mission in life was to provide healing services to members of the Horde, there was also a smaller, lesser-known faction within the school that taught those without healing skills how to protect those that served the Light. Attendance at these classes was never mandatory. The Professas understood that, sometimes, duty called and being absent from class was frequently a reality that could not be ignored.
I spent a bit of time with one of the head Protectas, an Orc assassin by …

 

 

Acceptance

I arrived upon the continent of Kalimdor. The journey was treacherous, to say the least. Relying upon Goblin engineering is tenuous, though not quite as detrimental as having to use Gnome engineering. Zeppelins, created by Goblins, connect Undercity to the Orc capital in Orgrimmar. I had never been inside the sprawling Orcish city before and made a mental note not to return. My hatred of Trolls and my desire to slit each of their throats rose with each step I took, until I was finally in the open air and …