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Category: 18. Landfall

Patch 5.1

Lion’s Landing

Lion’s Landing

Bilgewater Beach

The Alliance has a saying about Ironforge, that it’s a city of dwarfish charm and gnomish efficiency. And normally that’s true: It’s a city of clanking gears and pounding hammers, drunken brawls and machines run amok.

But when it comes to the Alliance war machine, the sons and daughters of Khaz Modan were a wonder to behold. Within hours of the Alliance fleet landing, a blue-roofed barracks was constructed, a mine secured and producing and defensive towers well underway.

But the Alliance wasn’t alone on the southern coast. Gyrocopter patrols reported the Horde war machine was tearing through the forest, shredding trees, spilling oil into the waves and filling the air with smoke. Where the Alliance built, the Horde destroyed.

Ringo Flinthammer enjoyed the work, digging out rock suitable for the fortress city of Lion’s Landing. Sweat poured down his bare back and his hands were sore from swinging the pick, but it drove out all other thoughts. There was simply finding the rock, splitting it away and loading it onto Frostmaw’s saddle bags.

He had smelled the same scent wafting over the Krasarang Wilds years before, in Stranglethorn Vale. But what the goblins of the Venture Company had taken years to do, ruining vast sections of the wilderness, the goblins of the Bilgewater Cartel had accomplished in days.

For the good of Pandaria, the Horde had to go.

The journey has just begun

The journey has just begun

Beli Flinthammer takes one last look around Thelsamar

Beli Flinthammer stared out at the hills of Loch Modan, not quite ready to put the backpack on and depart Thelsamar.

“I’m getting too old fer this–”


Beli let out a breath, deflated, and turned to find her young son — not so young now, though; he was in school, learning his runes and minecraft — Bael, standing at the top of the stairs, her mother, Dorae, standing behind him, her lips pursed together with concern.

“He’s worried and wanted to hear it all from ye.”

Beli knelt.

“C’mere, baby. I’ll be coming back, just as soon as yer Uncle Widge and I find yer Daddy.”

Bael shuffled forward, then pulled an earthenware boar from behind his back.

“If ye need treasure, ye can have mine.” He rattled it, producing the jingling of coins: He was an enthusiastic saver, but also an enthusiastic spender, and had only a few silver pieces to his name.

“Nay, baby, we need more treasure than that. With yer father gone, we cannae afford Flinthammer Hall. So, we’ll get a bunch of treasure and come back. Uncle Widge will bring us back to Stormwind where ye’ll be having a grand adventure with yer grandparents, and we’ll all get back together and come back home to Loch Modan.”

“Is Daddy dead?”

Ever since Deathwing’s attack, the boy — normally a sweet and optimistic child — had possessed a morbid streak that stuck its head out when it was least welcome.

“Nay. Yer Uncle Widge went to Theramore after we found the letter and the Alliance troops there said yer dad was furious with the Horde and shipped out for Pandaria. Widge then went there and …”

“He found him?”

“Nay, but he asked if anyone’d seen a Khaz Modan mountaineer with a polar bear, and everyone remembered the dwarf with the white beard going on about Theramore and Dun Garok. Don’t worry: Frostmaw is taking care of Daddy and we’ll find them both, soon enough.”

“And get treasure?”

“Aye, we’ll get treasure and some toys and a big funny hat Widge says everyone there wears and we’ll come right. Back. Home. To. You.” She punctuated these last words with light taps of her fingertip on the tip of his nose.

Bael looked at her solmenly.

“Don’t die.”

“I won’t. I have ye to come home to, wee little monkey.”

“I’m Mommy’s baby and Daddy’s monkey.”

“Aye, ye are.”

“And promise ye won’t die.”

“I promise.”

Bael threw his arms around his mother, hugged her so hard she swore she could feel her ribs creak. It was only when she heard the hum of an arcane portal opening behind her that her son released her.

“Go on, Bael. This is Mommy and Widge’s adventure. Ye go with yer grandparents, and we’ll be home soon. I promise.”

Wiping her tears on her sleeve, Beli stepped through the portal, fading away in mid-wave to her son.

“Don’t die,” he repeated. “Ye promised.”