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| A Quest for Booze and Loot | | | Author: | | | IP: | Toronto-XXXX | | Date: | 01/07/05 10:01 | | Game Type: | Other | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 2, Max: 6, Min: 6
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I awoke in the old barracks of Stormwind only to be beckoned by one of my men for help in the Westfall Deadmines, the Defias had risen again! As I hastily picked up my Trusted Truesilver Blade and summoned the stable master and began my trek. I galloped past Sentinel Hill and in a random thought of genious decided to take an old stomping ground as a shortcut to the Deadmines. As I ran past men not even fit to shine my plate boots I saw a man in need of help, Grimbooze Thunderbrew. I was not a stranger to this man, but he seemed so different as the last I had saw him was so long far past. He was a Dwarf and like any other loved booze, not just any regular booze however he wanted something to make the hair on his chest grow even more. I could tell that he did not want any regular Stormwind Merlo for a quick fix. Nor did the fabled Darkshire Moonshine appeal to him today.
I could tell he was planning a grand beverage fit for kings!
I sensed a great reward for my troubles, as I would only gather the ornate goods if I was to partake in the spoils of my search. Fist I was ordered back to Booty Bay Isles for a blessing. This blessing was not easily attainable, as the naga of Nek'Mani had grown accustom to its healing and strenghtening effects. With my gleaming blade in hand the naga dispersed, as most had herd by now of my prior encounters with Lord Shalzaru and the Feralas naga invaders. The crest of destruction I wore signifyed this and as they backed away I drank from the Holy Spring.
I could tell by now that Grimbooze was restless as this Water was no use to him yet, we still had to gather many other items for the brew to be complete. I sought the usual goods of his famous brew, however they had been tainted and dispersed amungst Khalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms. I searched high and low in the Swamps of Sorrows, Tanaris and The Hinterlands, and finally the goods were assembled. He used the impure substances to make the Lager and filled two truesilver flasks with the mixture. I could sense the increased saliva production in my mouth and I know that soon I will be drinking the sweet enchanted brew.
However what made this drink special was still to come, I had to trvel deep within the Feralas jungle to retrieve the Blessed Treebrance that added the kick to the drink. I searched long and hard for the beast who controled the trees and finally my blade met wood and his leaves fell, littering the compact greenery below.
The final ingredient on Grimboozes' list was that layed far in the deep bowels of the Searing Gorge; "not a simple task for a girl from Northshire ey?"
Regardless of the drunks remarks I charged onward to the Hiddeous Searing Gorge.
Using the key I had earlyer obtained from the Explorers League Guild I was able to quickly get the bundle of oak from the great buring tree fairly quickly. Even though my deed was done I decided to explore this hellish place. The dark iron dwarves had made many encampments to harvest the rare mithril and arcanite mineral deposets, and it was my job to stop these darkened monsters.
After I felt the pitiful dark irons had had enuf I set back off to Stormwind to collect my reward . Not sooner had I arrived than I got an message via Ironforge mail to assemble in Desolace. It came from an elder so I knew that this deed contained the utmost important information regarding the vial corrupted evils of the cenarion rebels. These once proud mages and beasts were now under the Princesses' control and it was our duty to cleanse the earth on which they stood.
...Team Maraudon...
As we entered the encampment my mind filled with knowledge of the area, and I began to remeber what I had came here to do. We used the great rod of power to teleport us deep within the depths of the mountain, and we soon awoke with a great splash. I could tell we were not alone in the murky depths of the cursed ocean, and as I soon realized we were in for a big surprise! However the vial beast was destroyed and its hide skinned, we emptyed our boots and began working twards the inner sanctum of the enclave.
After killing neverending amounts of dragonkin beasts and lizzards we finnaly approached the
master's elite guard. They had tough hides and were almost impenetable to most of my attacks, until I began to find critical strikes which allowed me to find cracks in their massive plate. They did not run, they did not hide , nor did they bleed , they were masterfully controled by the auras of death. The once peacfully creatures were forced into peril as we banished them one-by-one into the depths below. Once we became almost tiresome of defeating the massive beasts we finally caught sight of our target . With our renewed vigor we hasily masacared the remaing few guards and proceeded to prepair for the grand fight we new that would come. Blessed by the strength, stamina, and agility of Elune I charged. I could feel the rage inside me boil outward, and re-enforced by the divine magics I struck with the might of kings.
However she was not to be simply overcomed by my instrument of death alone, each of us unleashed our highly trained skills and abilitys onto the battleground. She then became enraged and began stomping the earth, all around shockwaves pushed us back and temporarily broke our offensive stance. We pulled back with the blessing Holy Word and I quickly bandaged as many comrades as I could. However Princess relentlessly assaulted us in hopes of breaking our devotion, but we counterattacked with the ferocity of Uther! We banished the beast and finally I lay the critical strike on her to bring her down, I drew back my blade and executed her right threw the stomach. The vial beast was defeated and we all cheered to the gods for protection. As we slowly healed after the grave battle I noticed many scattered plate pieces I did not during the prior battle. With my limited knowledge in Blacksmithing I merged the many pieces into one grand stalwart gown .
As we exited the portal out of the hellish place we breathed fresh Ironforge pie and sighed a sign of relief to still be alive. We all gathered at the local tavern for a round of our favorite beverages, Noggenfogger, Rumsey Rum, Blackmouth Oil and my personal favorite Thunderbrew Lager. But hey that's a whole different story!
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