Flinthammer Hall

It turned out the Earthen Ring had created a stable portal leading back to Stormwind in the Temple of Earth. Frankly, Ringo Flinthammer thought this just smacked of the shaman showing off, and was indicative of a lack of taste in their choice of destination. Still, it meant that their rams could graze on the green grass of the pasture just outside the gates of the rebuilt Dwarven District, and Ringo had reunited with Rusty.

“The new place has a better menu,” Beli Flinthammer said. The pair had just eaten dinner at the Golden Keg, the bar which had replaced the Bar with No Name, which Deathwing had destroyed in his attack on the city, “But it’s hip-deep in bloody elves and squid.”

“They’re all over the District now,” Ringo nodded grimly.

“Ah couldnae help but notice,” Beli said, her tone taking on a studied nonchalance, “Somethin’ else was all over the District as well.”

“Them wee paper hearts? Pfft, just another ‘holiday’ invented by goblins, Ah reckon.”

“Of course it was!” a voice piped.

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“You have my undying gratitude, and that of my people, Mountaineer Flinthammer,” rumbled Stonefather Oremantle, leader of the Earthen of Deepholm, “But while I sympathize with the plight of your king, I cannot help you.”

“What?” Beli Flinthammer snarled, taking a step forward. Only her husband and the shaman Gyorgi Stonekeg prevented her from doing something stupid. “Ye owe us!”

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My Lady Soridormi,

I trust this missive finds you well. As you recall, I was/will be dispatched to Deepholm to investigate reports that our enemies were attempting to take advantage of the damage to the World Pillar wrought by Neltharion’s ascent from the Stonecore and subsequent return to Azeroth.

What our enemies hope/hoped to achieve, I cannot fathom — this may well have been a feint to divert our attention from elsewhere/elsewhen — but in any case, I have/will have reversed the damage they wrought.

Neltharion’s reemergence into Azeroth has brought the presence of the Earthen Ring, the Alliance and the Horde to the Elemental Plane, and it was not difficult to disguise myself as one of the Earthen Ring and direct members of the Alliance and Horde to aid the Earthen population of Stonehearth.

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“Ow!” Gyorgi Stonekeg rubbed the back of his head. “She slapped me!”

“Ye donnae wanna get smart about what’s happened with the king around her,” Mountaineer Ringo Flinthammer said, craning his neck back and staring all around. “So this is the Elemental Plane, eh? Jus’ looks like a big cave ta me.”

“So, where’s this Stonefather, then?” Beli Flinthammer growled, clearly unawed by the gigantic cavern they found themselves in. All of Ironforge Mountain could fit within it, without scraping the ceiling, but she gave no sign of being impressed. “Th’ sooner he tells us how ta turn the king back to flesh, th’ sooner he can set things right in Khaz Modan.”

“Initiate Stonekeg,” a goblin, covered in grease and waving a spanner, shrieked at the three dwarves. “You’re late! The battle is underway!”

“Battle?” Gyorgi echoed. “What are ye talking about, Goldmine?”

The goblin shaman thrust out a finger, pointing at flashes of light on a distant ledge of the great cavern.

“The stone troggs are making their final push to wipe out the Earthen and conquer Stonehearth for good.”

“Ye know,” Beli sighed, “No one ever says ‘ah, ye need help? Here it is, free o’ charge, no riskin’ yer life on behalf of whatever thing we need doing first.'”

Ringo nodded and quickly loaded his rifle.

“Time fer some thrillin’ heroics.”

The rusty hinges squealed as Beli Flinthammer opened the door.

“Ach, it smells like a wet dog in here!”

“Ye donnae smell that good yerself,” growled the bedraggled dwarf drying himself off in the hold of the X-2 Pincer.

“Where’s this shaman, then?” Mountaineer Ringo Flinthammer barked. “Ah donnae see no squids in here.”

“Me, I’m a shaman of the Earthen Ring,” the dwarf said.

“Ye?” Beli asked. “There ain’t no shaman in Ironforge ‘cept them squids.”

“I’m a true son of Aerie Peak, I am!”

“Can’t be,” Ringo said, waggling a finger at him. “Nae blue eye shadow.”

“Donnae mock me clan’s sacred war paint!”

“More like makeup fer a pretty, pretty elf princess,” Ringo sneered, then winced as his wife slapped him in the back of the head.”

“Idjit, we come seekin’ the Earthen Ring’s help, and ye’re antagonizin’ the first one we find.”

“What did ye need, Daughter o’ Ironforge?”

“King Magni Bronzebeard, seekin’ ta find th’ root of the earthquakes that were ravagin’ Khaz Modan, performed a ritual spelled out on some tablets brought back from Ulduar.”

“And th’ ritual dinnae work?”

“Nay, it worked, all right. But it wasn’t a metaphor when it talked about makin’ him one with the earth — the king got turned into solid diamond.”

The Wildhammer dwarf whistled.

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