Ill omens

08. Echoes of Doom, Ringo's Tale | November 6th, 2008 | 2 Comments »


“Wake up, Ringo,” the voice said again.


“Wake up!” a finger poked him this time.


“Damn it, stop coddlin’ him!” Ely Flinthammer barked, jerking the blankets off of his brother, shocking Ringo into awakening with the blast of pre-dawn arctic air.

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The Northrend vanguard

08. Echoes of Doom, Ringo's Tale | October 28th, 2008 | 6 Comments »

“What are ye eating?” Ringo Flinthammer said, peering at Widge Gearloose, whose lips were filmed with a green slime and whose cheeks bulged as he chewed.

Gumdrops,” Widge mumbled, wiping his lip. “It wouldn’t be Hallow’s End without them!”

“Are ye sure ye dinnae want to stay?” Mordun Flinthammer asked, tugging sadly on his beard. “McSorf is paying good money for dig site guards.”

“Nay,” Ringo said, digging his heel into Frostmaw’s side, pointing the bear he was riding toward the stream that marked one border of Valgarde. “We were in that damned ship it seemed like forever. We need to get out, into the fresh air, and go kick Durkon and Bragh in the arse.”

“B’sides,” Belsun rumbled, “Them ruins is empty. Zedd, Glorenfeld and all them don’t need us breathin’ down their necks while they look at rusty old axes and dragon carvings.”

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The twilight mystery

08. Echoes of Doom, Ringo's Tale | October 14th, 2008 | 1 Comment »

“Ringo! Beli!” Widge Gearloose yelled, jumping up and down, pointing up into the evening sky. “Look at THAT!”

Widge was not more specific about what he was staring at because, frankly, it was hard to know what it was.

“Khaz’goroth on a cracker,” Ringo breathed, flinching as Beli raised a hand to smack him for blasphemy. “What is that?”

Widge touched a knob on his Destruction Holo-gogs. Gears whirred and the lenses of his goggles extended and the purple sphere soaring through the clouds seemed much closer.

“It looks like Dalaran,” Widge said after a moment, “But a flying city? That’s ridiculous, right?”

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The Flinthammer Boys

08. Echoes of Doom, Ringo's Tale | October 10th, 2008 | 2 Comments »

The Northspear’s gangplank dropped heavily on the Valgarde dock. The dwarves and men crowding the dock waiting for the ship stepped back in surprise when the roar issued from on deck. The series of gunshots fired off a moment later sent some of them running for cover.

“Stop yer grinnin’ and drop yer linen! Let me at th’ Lich King!”

Ringo Flinthammer rode down onto the gangplank on the back of his great white bear, Frostmaw, the stowaway murloc child seated on the bear’s neck, Ringo shooting off his rifle as he came. Behind him followed his wife Beli, rolling her eyes.

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Oh, brother …

08. Echoes of Doom, Ringo's Tale | September 25th, 2008 | 3 Comments »

“What is it with this family and murloc babies?” Ringo Flinthammer growled, flopping down beside Widge, Voca and Belsun and watching the Northspear’s progress through the Frozen Sea.

“Frostmaw wouldn’t let you near our stowaway, would he?” Voca asked. “Beli said you tried to toss him overboard earlier.”

“The damned fool bear seems to think he’s the wee bugger’s pop. Ye’ve never been woken up in the middle of the night when a damned clammy murloc climbs into bed with ye because he had a nightmare. And now, I’ve got two of them to deal with.”

Voca snickered and Widge continued knitting what looked like a very small rug.

“You know,” Widge said quietly, treading carefully, “I always wondered why you never went to Northrend to find your brothers. I mean, you always seem to have some plan, and I know there was something about the king …”

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