In these troubled times

09. Wrath of the Lich King, Beli's Tale | April 5th, 2009 | 5 Comments »

Beeeeeeeeli!!

A gnome decked out in a hat with lime and pink feathers, complete with a pair of tusks, waved delightedly.

“Wow, Vamen, where in the world did you find that topper?” I marveled at his newest head adornment. Outlandish hats are to Vamen what designer shoes are to human women.

“Got it from an angry jungle gnome. Long story.” He cackled with a dismissive wave. “How are you and Ringo doing — BY BONZO’S BRASS BUTTONS, IS THAT YOURS?”

I place me hand on the head of a blond toddler peeking out behind me robe. “This is Bael, our wee son, aye. He’s nearly two now. He’s off to stay with his ‘Opa and Oma’ while Ringo takes me on yet another fun-filled expedition.”

Bael gave a floppy wave and began quacking enthusiastically, his new favorite game. “Gak, gak!”

“Wow! I’ve been away longer than I thought. Sheesh, what else have I missed? Nothing big, I hope.”

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Iron County Choppers

09. Wrath of the Lich King, Beli's Tale | January 12th, 2009 | 8 Comments »

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I won it in a card game

07. Fury of the Sunwell, Beli's Tale | August 13th, 2008 | 9 Comments »

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Once upon a time

07. Fury of the Sunwell, Beli's Tale | July 30th, 2008 | 3 Comments »

Once upon a time, in a forest far away, there lived gentle, kind creatures. All the animals lived in harmony with one another. The land was green and peaceful until one day, a great evil spread throughout the forest. The trees and plants wilted while once gentle animals turned into rabid killers, turning upon one another. The spirits of the forest whispered no more. The ursine children of the forest fled into a tunnel and hid. All hope was lost.

Much time passed when a beautiful princess from a mountain of iron came riding through on her unicorn. She saw the devastation of a once majestic forest and wept. The princess sought out the creatures in the tunnel, offering help, but they turned away from her, not knowing if she was a demon in disguise. The princess had to find another way to help them.

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Hold the cream and sugar

07. Fury of the Sunwell, Beli's Tale | July 25th, 2008 | 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.

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