Flinthammer Hall – Page 46 – Dwarven Adventures in the World of Warcraft

Hold the cream and sugar

July 25, 2008 Beli Flinthammer Comments 2 comments

Squinting at the sun, I sip what had to be me 9th cup of black coffee. It was still early in the day.

After I have me fill, I walk up to one of the camps in Felpaw Village hoping to warm me aching feet by the campfire. Naturally the corrupted inhabitants aren’t so pleased to see me. The deadwood avengers charge at me, enraged, and wail on me while the shamans stand back, shocking me with their lightning bolts. I then blast the furbolgs with holy nova, the golden lights repeatedly bursting outwards all around me, until they drop to their knees and keel over.

Rustling through their clothing, I look for loose change and pluck any feathers I find from their headdresses. These will come in handy later.

I pull out me canteen and update the tally in me notebook. Six more furbolgs down, which brought the total to roughly 1,500 defeated. I figure I have about 6,000 to go. Maybe less. Depends on how many deadwood headdress feathers I salvage. Ending the suffering of corrupted brethren of Timbermaw Hold isn’t enough. Their representatives want actual proof that I am thinning their numbers. Fair enough.

I rub me tired eyes and pour me 10th cup of black coffee.

It is going to be a long week.

K’iru’s Song of Victory

June 25, 2008 Ringo Flinthammer Comments 4 comments

“Our victory in Sun’s Reach is absolute!” Captain Theris Dawnhearth yelled. “The naaru bless us with their presence!”

A blue light poured from the upper level of the conquered building overlooking Sun’s Reach Harbor and the distinctive hum of a naaru could be heard between the yells and cheers of the assembled Shattered Sun Offensive soldiers.

Beli Flinthammer looked up.

“Aren’t there still demons and Dawnstrider loyalists and such-like?”

“Aye,” Ringo said, tugging on his beard. “Let’s see what this runt’s on about.”

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Fathers Day

June 15, 2008 Ringo Flinthammer Comments 14 comments

Ringo Flinthammer and Widge Gearloose stepped out into the warm summer air, looking around with a bit of shock.

“This … is Mount Hyjal?” Ringo said, breathing in the smell of grass warmed by the sun, listening to the song of hundreds of grasshoppers.

“Yes,” Widge said, adjusting his goggles. “Hyjal Summit was warmed by the presence of the World Tree. The snows of Winterspring are far below us.”

Ringo glanced around at the newly built buildings around him. The Alliance worked fast when building forward bases during the war. Past the lumber mill he and Widge stood beside, he saw knights of Lordaeron checking their mounts’ armor and could hear the familiar sounds of dwarven riflemen preparing their weapons for battle.

“Not much time then, aye?”

“No,” Widge said, frowning. “Lady Jaina Proudmoore will call everyone to form up in a moment and then the word will come down that Rage Winterchill’s undead troops are on their way.”

“No time like the … well, whatever. Got to get to it, Ah reckon,” Ringo said, leading Widge around the corner.

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Earth Mother

May 11, 2008 Beli Flinthammer Comments 2 comments

Rather Be Fishin’

May 5, 2008 Ringo Flinthammer Comments 4 comments

Ironforge, the Forlorn Cavern.

Leave from the front, and rest and relaxation.

Sort of.

“I had to move from the pool I was fishing in because you came over and threw up in it,” Robaz the Frail said, casting his fishing line into the cave pool. “Killed all the fish.”

“Fishing in an ornamental fountain was a typical elf trick anyway,” Ringo Flinthammer said mildly, reeling in his own line and preparing to cast it out again. “Remind me to go throw up in Teldrassil’s moon wells.”

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