Post by ironmikey on Feb 16, 2012 15:59:08 GMT -5
Diary of Ironia
Yeeeah, shaddup, ye be a diary 'n not a journal, so git used to it. I ain't no frilly little bit of a thing, but I calls 'em like I sees 'em, and a diary is whatchur gonna be.
So the other day I decided that it was time for me to git on outta me Poppa’s baldin’ hair, ‘n go ‘n see the world. I’ve always had an itch for adventure, but me Poppa’d be awfully lonely if I ran off. But he’s got a lotta friends around now to keep an eye on him, so I decided, ye know Ironia, I may as well go ahead ‘n do it. Everythin’ll be alright. So I dun did it. Well, I’m startin’ it, anywho. Baby steps. I told me Poppa about it, and he hugged me, and had a good cry. Nothin’ like an elderly dwarf cryin’ to bring a gal to tears. He gave me an old gun, and some warm clothing, and wished me luck. I asked him where to go, and he told me about some friends down in Coldridge Valley that could probably use my help, or at least a good visitin’ to. So, that’s where I decided to start my adventure.
Along the way I befriended a kind ol' bear, and named him Ironhide. Named him after me Poppa, cuz it was the nickname they gave him durin’ his mountaineerin’ days. Kinda fittin', I guess. He ain't much for gettin' things killed, but the baddies must be figgerin' that a giant bear is more of a problem than the lass with the gun. I'll take it.
Our first day was set upon clearin' out the valley of the troggs and the trolls. It went pretty well, and I rustled up some supplies for the folks up there in Anvilmar. They were right thankful, that ye can be sure of. Afterwards I went to get on over to Kharanos, but the cave came a-tumblin' down before I could get outta the valley! I had to rely on a gnome contraption to get me and ol' Ironhide outta there. Some flying machine thingy. Maybe one day I'll build me one of those!
I got to Kharanos without a scratch, and bought myself some new clothes. Yeah, shaddup, ye stinkin' diary. A girl's gotta look good sometimes. So, after a wee bit o' shoppin' I went ahead and helped out the locals. The folks at the inn needed some more supplies, and there were mountaineers in trouble everywhere I went. Poppa'd be proud that I helped 'em out; he was a mountaineer once upon a danged time too, ya know.
Eventually I took part in a grand scheme to push back the dark iron dwarves that were messin' around the Ironforge Airfield. Why the dark irons were attackin’ I dinnae, but I ain’t gonna let no stinkin’ dark irons in without a fight. I got to bombin’ ‘em ‘n all while flyin’ another one of them flyin’ machines. I really gotta get me one o’ these! After layin’ a smackdown on the general I got myself over to Ironforge to talk to the empress about it. AND YEAH I’m usin’ fingerquotes quite liberally when I say empress, so don’t be gettin’ any ideas about nothin’.
The empress (wench) first went on sayin’ that the commander I helped out was some kinda traitor, but Muradin, ah, he set the record straight. He and the other guy (I dinnae much about the Wildhammers to be honest) started tellin’ her that if she can’t control her people than she has no place in the council! So she gave up the idea about the commander bein’ a traitor, and after a deduction had me arrest some dark iron ambassador. Somethin’ about Twilight’s Hammer. I dinnae what kinda nonsense this Twilight’s Hammer is, but it can all kiss me patootie for all I care. Anywho, he got sent away to prison after callin’ her baby some kinda obscenity or some such. I wasn’t really payin’ much attention. Nothin’ but in-fightin’ for all I can wager.
On me way outta the throne room I ran into a mountaineer who hurried his way on over here all the way from Loch Modon. He was a-beggin’ me to go n’ help ‘em out, so I figger that’ll be our next stop. Right after a little drink.
Yeeeah, shaddup, ye be a diary 'n not a journal, so git used to it. I ain't no frilly little bit of a thing, but I calls 'em like I sees 'em, and a diary is whatchur gonna be.
So the other day I decided that it was time for me to git on outta me Poppa’s baldin’ hair, ‘n go ‘n see the world. I’ve always had an itch for adventure, but me Poppa’d be awfully lonely if I ran off. But he’s got a lotta friends around now to keep an eye on him, so I decided, ye know Ironia, I may as well go ahead ‘n do it. Everythin’ll be alright. So I dun did it. Well, I’m startin’ it, anywho. Baby steps. I told me Poppa about it, and he hugged me, and had a good cry. Nothin’ like an elderly dwarf cryin’ to bring a gal to tears. He gave me an old gun, and some warm clothing, and wished me luck. I asked him where to go, and he told me about some friends down in Coldridge Valley that could probably use my help, or at least a good visitin’ to. So, that’s where I decided to start my adventure.
Along the way I befriended a kind ol' bear, and named him Ironhide. Named him after me Poppa, cuz it was the nickname they gave him durin’ his mountaineerin’ days. Kinda fittin', I guess. He ain't much for gettin' things killed, but the baddies must be figgerin' that a giant bear is more of a problem than the lass with the gun. I'll take it.
Our first day was set upon clearin' out the valley of the troggs and the trolls. It went pretty well, and I rustled up some supplies for the folks up there in Anvilmar. They were right thankful, that ye can be sure of. Afterwards I went to get on over to Kharanos, but the cave came a-tumblin' down before I could get outta the valley! I had to rely on a gnome contraption to get me and ol' Ironhide outta there. Some flying machine thingy. Maybe one day I'll build me one of those!
I got to Kharanos without a scratch, and bought myself some new clothes. Yeah, shaddup, ye stinkin' diary. A girl's gotta look good sometimes. So, after a wee bit o' shoppin' I went ahead and helped out the locals. The folks at the inn needed some more supplies, and there were mountaineers in trouble everywhere I went. Poppa'd be proud that I helped 'em out; he was a mountaineer once upon a danged time too, ya know.
Eventually I took part in a grand scheme to push back the dark iron dwarves that were messin' around the Ironforge Airfield. Why the dark irons were attackin’ I dinnae, but I ain’t gonna let no stinkin’ dark irons in without a fight. I got to bombin’ ‘em ‘n all while flyin’ another one of them flyin’ machines. I really gotta get me one o’ these! After layin’ a smackdown on the general I got myself over to Ironforge to talk to the empress about it. AND YEAH I’m usin’ fingerquotes quite liberally when I say empress, so don’t be gettin’ any ideas about nothin’.
The empress (wench) first went on sayin’ that the commander I helped out was some kinda traitor, but Muradin, ah, he set the record straight. He and the other guy (I dinnae much about the Wildhammers to be honest) started tellin’ her that if she can’t control her people than she has no place in the council! So she gave up the idea about the commander bein’ a traitor, and after a deduction had me arrest some dark iron ambassador. Somethin’ about Twilight’s Hammer. I dinnae what kinda nonsense this Twilight’s Hammer is, but it can all kiss me patootie for all I care. Anywho, he got sent away to prison after callin’ her baby some kinda obscenity or some such. I wasn’t really payin’ much attention. Nothin’ but in-fightin’ for all I can wager.
On me way outta the throne room I ran into a mountaineer who hurried his way on over here all the way from Loch Modon. He was a-beggin’ me to go n’ help ‘em out, so I figger that’ll be our next stop. Right after a little drink.