‘Aww, look at de ugly baby!’
‘It’s a Gnome, and he’s not exactly young.’
‘Well, ‘e is still ugly.’
Two people walked through Stranglethorn Vale, well, three people if you include the Gnome in a bag. Irey the Troll was a priest, he could take down anyone if he put his mind to it… sort of. Yessi was a mage, a Forsaken mage. Give her a mana potion and she could burn down an entire town.
‘Les eat him.’
‘We need him alive.’
‘Les eat him alive. Den humpeh till da mornin’!’
Yessi rolled her eyes. This wasn’t the kind of favor she was expecting the goblins to ask of her. And Irey wasn’t the useful partner she had asked for.
A rustling in the bushes made her turn round, ‘Did you hear that?’ A shadow moved behind the undergrowth. She turned back to Irey, but found herself standing next to an abandoned sack with an unconscious Gnome inside it.
Oh tell me he hasn’t.
A high-pitched girlish yelp told her she had thought right. Irey was face down in the bushes, his usually green complexion slightly red.
‘You scream like my dead little sister.’
‘Et was ma war cry.’
‘Aaaaaughibbrgubugbugrguburgle!’
A small green creature came out and started to hit Irey. It was a murloc. A baby murloc.
‘At dis rate I’ll get a bruise!’
Yessi looked at the ugly creature, ‘Hurry up and kill it.’
The murloc let out a squeak and disappeared into the bushes again.
They looked at the bushes it ran into for a while, and then the Troll hauled himself up and put the Gnome sack on his back.
‘Unhand that Gnome!’
A human, wearing silver plate amour and a Stormwind tabard, sat mounted on is white horse. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the two startled gnomenappers.
Irey leaned slightly towards Yessi, ‘Ma human tongue is not good, wha’ did he jus’ say?’
Yessi grinned wickedly as she formed a fireball in her palm, ‘This will be interesting.’
Written by Yessi