3 posts tagged “dwarves”
I's been a blacksmith almost as long as I's been a warrior, and in me time I've been to a great buncha forges. Most of the time they's pretty easy to get to. Ya ride into town, hop off yer mount, pull yer hammer outta the backpack, and get started working up a righteous sweat while the metal sings to you. Easy as whackin' bunnies. Even if you can't find the forge right off, you can often ask a guard or someones, and they'll be happy to say "It's right over there, rocks-fer-brains."
Likes I said, easy.
But some forges is harder to get to than others. Thun'grim Firegaze set his up in the middle of the Barrens. "East of the Crossroads" I was told. Fegh! He were on top of a bloody mountain! And Galvan the Ancient set up his forge in the middle of the jungle in Stranglethorn Vale. Fuggin tigers walk up and bite yer arse while yer trying to Smelt On, Smelt Off.
But
I'd have to say that the hardest forge to get to is also the most
amazing one of all. It's the Great Forge in the heart of Ironforge. And
I wanted to see it, at least once. Maybe hammer out some felsteel armor
while I's there. Swaps stories with me fellow smiths. "But Ratter," you
sez, "ain't Ironforge full of them ankle-biting dwarves, who don't take
kindly to surprise visitors droppin' in (especially orcs)?" Well, yeah.
I said it were hard to get to, didn't I?
I figures I'm gonna do me best to look unthreatening, so as to put the locals at their ease. I takes off me armor and weapons and puts on me best civilian tuxedo. I rode me Brewfest Ram, so's to show I honors the local customs. And I prepares to wave and state me intentions to peacefully tour the forge and then depart in a calm, unthreatening voice.
Pfft.
Fat lotta good that did me. Soon as the guards got over the "What the
fuhg? An orc just ran past us!" shock, they was on me. I didn't fight
back, just kept pushing toward the Great Forge. It were chaos. Guards
everywhere, hunters shootin' they's bows and sending in they's pets,
and at least one human rogue stealthed her way in so she could cop a
feel. I weren't sure I were gonna make it, but fortunately I's a tough
bugger and I got around a corner and there it were.
The Great Forge.
It were magnificent.
Then the guards got me down and slapped the chains on me. Then they dragged me out of town and tossed me off a cliff, the one overlooking the cemetery. Oof. That hurt. A bunch. Still, I was glad I done it.
They won't be forgetting the name of Ratshag in Ashenvale or the Stonetalons anytime soon. Last night I finished off the Venture Company's operations in the Windshear Crag and did for the local boss, Genenzo Wrenchwistle. I also pretty much wiped out a Cenarius cult operating in the area and brought back the head of the top fuhgger, a centaur named Ordanus. I had to fight my way past a ton of druids to the top off his treehouse, and his bodyguards were a bunch of tough mutherhumpers. They stomped me pretty good, but in the end they couldn't stop me.
I gave up trying to find the last pages of that stupid manual and just had my boy Friday pick up copies at the auction house and mail them to me. Way easier than killing every damn thing in the forest and cutting it open to see if ate Page 7.
Went back down to that dwarf base in the Southern Barrens. That sad bugger Gann was still pissed off about their strip mining and blasting in his precious holy spot, so he asked me to help him blow up their flying machine gizmo. Well, actually, he asked me to do it for him. So I go rip through their headquarters and get the stuff he needed to make a bomb, then I went back in and blew it to pieces. Easy as choppin' bunnies.
I also finally tracked down that surfer chick Mahren Skyseer. She had a problem - some sea monster thing was screwing up her attempt to catch the perfect wave - so I swam out there and killed it and brought her it's heart. Afterwards she showed her appreciation by making sure everything that needed it was properly greased and polished. Plus she gave me a really cool shield.
That's all for now. I think it's time to find new places to kill things. Nothing left around here.
I hooked up with Aelion, one of the bright young stars in the guild, and we went to town last night. First we killed a bunch of Silithids down at the Field of Giants so I could take their eggs back to some freaky troll witch-doctor at the Crossroads. Then we took on the biggest-ass kodo fuhggers I've ever seen. Got stomped on a bit, but it was good fun. Then back to work, this time raising hell at a dwarf mine called Bael Modan. Check out my flashy new shoulder armor - took it off a dwarf after putting my axe through his skull. I'll probably go back there sometime - it was fun. Finally we went over to a Razormane camp and killed a bunch of piggies so we could take some of their funky weapons back to Camp Taurajo. A most productive romp in the plains.
I also worked on my blacksmithing craft. Made a bunch of armor pieces
for sale, but also worked on a couple of swords for the guild. A
two-handed one for Bethsheba and a real nice shortsword for Aelion. I
enjoy my time at the forge almost as much as like making the quillboar
piggies sqeal.
