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A Perfect Day (IC Story)

Jerbin breathes in slowly and then exhales. He leans on the back of his jack stool, siling as he looks a Kamber sleeping. He puts his hands up in the air, and quietly say “Yes..” he goes back to his schimatic drawings, trying to figure out what metal to use for his plans. I few hours pass as Jerbin lifts his goggles up. His eyes red and dry, still thinking on what metal he should use. He then slams his fist on the table, yelling “Cog damnit!”. Kamber wakes up scream and crying, as Jerbin eyes twitch, he scurrys to find Kambers Go-2-sleepatron. Crying as he is in stress.

“WHY CAN’T I HAVE A BREAK! I WANT MY MOMMY!” He cuddles Kamber into his arms as he rocks him back and forth still crying.

A few hours more pass as Kamber and Jerbin are alseep on the bed, Jerbin snoring loudly sucking his thumb.

A perfect day…

A Steamwarrior’s Duites

“Sometimes the military can be so exhuasting. Draw schmatics, work on the interior, fix the fuses, twist and twin, screw cogs… and repeat..
But it is something I like to do, plus the Might needs an experienced engineer on their side or I TELL YOU WHAT! They will never be able to do half the stuff they do… well maybe. I am going to show the Elder on a new mechine I am going to work on, the very sight will make those blood elve’s knees shake in terror! Destructron 2000, this will go deep into robotic engineering and well require a lot of attention and work. I just have to keep it safe from those Sunguard’s. They make me want to spray hot steam in their ugly faces!

But other then that, I adobted a gnomish child, his name is Kamber Crankfuse, he will make a great steam warrior one day… I never knew how hard it would to take care of a baby. Changing his daper, fixing his little hair.. brushing his teeth, giving him a bath. Blah blah blah.. his about to make me go crazy! The long hours of staying have made me paraniod! Good thing I live in Darnassus.. it is very quiet here. But I have to do this everyday, for these are the duties of a gnomish steam warrior.. whose a father.”

The Might of Staghelm

“Well, it has been nearly a month since I joined The Might of Staghelm. I joined because they needed a fine tuned engineer like myself, and being a Gnomeregan Steamwarrior is a plus as well. My comrades that fight with me side by side have held honor and passion as we pursue the vile Horde, but I cannot break my will to hack a child with my axe, even if it is a Horde child. Now, do let me explain why I come to this point if anyone finds these records. The Might of Staghelm has launched open war with The Sunguard, a regiment of blood elves who fight to protect their lands and Silvermoon. Our leader Ashamal Shala’aman wants us to destroy the blood elves from their roots. Roots meaning their children. I will not kill a child! And if I see any of my comrades try to kill a child I will gladly fight and die for that innocent child.

If we kill children we are no better then the savage Horde! We are men and women of honor and courage, I will not kill a innocent. I fear that the battle to come might be the breaking point for a few of our soilders, I can’t believe the Elder wants us to do this. What am I suppose to do, dismantle the Might from its core and be hunted by the remaining few. Yeah right! I guess I have to do what I must, and that might be killing my own comrades in the heat of war.”

Jerbin Herrick Crankfuse

G.D March 16

((Coming SOON!))

Hello everyone! Its been awhile since I have posted I know, but guess what! Its starting back up again with the addition of a new character! Jerbin! It will be split with two characters, Gozex’s Journal and Jerbin’s Report. Sorry it took so long, but my friend Rosie choaked me out becuase I haven’t done anything with it. Jk! See ya all soon!))

A Treachrous Journey

The cutting wind and chill of Icecrown, the rocky terrian of the dead land made it a treachrous for even the most strong willed adventure fall. Gozex Metkin Frostcog was among one these adventurers, who braved the chilling cold, but unlike other brave and couragous Alliance adventurers, Gozex was not seeking revenge on the Scoruge or finding ancient artifacts of old. He had one purpose for traveling to this dark region, and that was to retrive a book of great power, The Book of Damnation. Although what would this gnome want with this book, simply the fact thathe seeks the knowledge to create a special herb that can only be conjured by this book. Deathorn is said is mixed with the right ingredients can drive even the most holy of men into madness, it will create horrible hallucinations to drive its victims into a choatic state. The Scrouge usethis method to break the will of the living and Gozex saught to have it.

A gnome awakes from a nightmare, he breathes heavily a couple drips of sweat run down his face. The gnomes names was Wimbley Herno Wobblesprocket, a sargent in the Alliance military. He was sent for the war with the undead after working with a friend and ally Ashamal. He has been away for several months and was stationed on the Skybreaker as an engineer. His brother Jerbin Heerick Crankfuse was also with him, a young but very effective Gnomeregan Steam Warrior. Both were assigned for a mission, but were not filled in with info about said mission. So Wimbley got up from his sleeping sack trying towake up his brother for the hearing. “Jerbin! Jerb ,wake up you cog muncher. Were going to be late becuase of you!” Wimbley shouted in Jerbins ear. Lazily Jerbin awakes with a rude tone.

“Call me a cog muncher again and there is going to be a axe stuck up yo–”

Wimbley interrupts his brother.”Yeah, yeah whatever hot head. Now get up and lets go!”

The two gnomes quickly get dressed in their military uniforms. Jerbin putting on his steam battle suit he made himself, taking him longer to get dressed. Both of the gnomes quickly run to the main confernce room on the Skybreaker. Field Marshall Gyron Wyrmaxe adressed the two gnomes as they walked in. “Sargent Wobblesprocket and Corperal Crankfuse.Welcome to your hearing. Let mequickly brief you of your assignment.” The two gnomesstandat attendtion and listened to their Commander carefully.Gyron said in a calm voice, locking his eye on the two “You are to retrive a book on the northeast side of Icecrown. The book creates a special kind of item that the Scoruge uses to break the wills of our captured soilders.” Wimbley quickly asks “But arn’t there cult members down there.” Gyron glares at Wimbley “That is where I was getting at before you interrupted me.” Wimbley quickly shuts his mouth and listens.

“Now, you will have an additional member with you, his name is Jalaar. He is a draenei who will help you clear the path of on comming cultists. Any questions?” Wimbley shakes his head. Jerbin asks in a moderate tone “Yeah, so do we need any special tools for this? I got many things that can probaly help with this.” Gyron looked at Jerbin with squinted eyes. “No, were not going to use on of your inventions Jerbin.” Jerbin glares at Gyron, luckily his googles covered the glare. Jerbin mutter under his breath “Dick.” Gyron quickly looks at Jerbin “What was that Jerbin?” Jerbin snaps his head back to Gyron’s attention “Oh, nothing. Go on.” He smiles after. Gyron slowly turns back to Wimbley “Alright, Jalaar will be waiting for you at the location. Good luck and dismissed.”

Wimbley walks out of the confernce room, going to the take off pad on the Skybreaker, Jerbin following him.”Finally, I really hate that guy Wimbley.” Jerbin says with a snort. Wimbley proceeds to walk to his location, talking in a calm tone “Well, last time you gave him one of your inventions to use it turned him into a chicken, it took three days for me just to turn him back to normal.” Jerbin laughs “Yeah, but it was funny.” Wimbley rolls his eyes. Wimbley prepares his Gyrocopter, putting on his suit and his helmet. “Are you sure you can fly this thing Wimbley, it looks a little outdated.”Jerbin says with concern. “What do youmean, this is my baby. Built it myself, its perfectly safe… well 95% sure its safe.” Jerbin hopes in, putting on his helmet, and nods at Wimbley. “Ready for lift off in 5..” Wimbley starts the Gyrocopter. “4…3… 2..” Wimbley activates the rockets to lift him up. “One!” With that they take off to there location.

Ten minutes pass by, Wimbley and Jerbin look down at there assigned spot. “Okay, there it is… Now let prepar–” The Gyrocopters engine begains to malfuntion, sending the two downwards. “Were going down, prepareing to inject!” Wimbley pulls a lever which shoot the two out of the gyrocopter, as the drift down safely with their parachuets. “Cog damnit! Not my baby!” Jerbin laughs “I told you!” Wimb ey snaps back at Jerbin “Ahhh, shut up!”. The two land safely to the ground. They quickly sprint to their assigned spot, finding a horrible site. Jalaar’s and many other cultists look tobe impiled by icy spires comming from the ground. Jerbin shacks his head “What happened here?” Wimbley looks around, stepping over the dead cultists “I don’t know, but keep your hand close to your axe. Something doesn’t feel right.” Wimbley and Jerbin walk closer to the building where the book is held, looking at all the dead cultists, wondering who could of done this.

As they walk into the building they see another gnome, dressed in white robes and arcane spualders. Jerbin yells at the gnome. “Hey! What are you doing here. Are you responible for killing out comrade and these cultists!” The gnome slowly turns, looking at Jerbin “Why yes, why he was simple in my way and so were these bafoons… And who my you two be?” The two gnomes adress themselves “I am Sargent Wimbley Wobblesprocket. ” Jerbin adresses himself in a more agressive tone “I am Jerbin Crankfuse, the one whos going to kick your ass!” The white robed gnome cackles under his breath “Riight, well i am Gozex Metkin Frostcog, and if you’ll excuse me. I have some business to do. Be gone now.”

Wimbley looks at the gnome with anger. “Well if you want it that way..” Wimbley flings a ball offire at Gozex. Gozex puts up a shield of arcane energies aroundhimself, thefireball washing over the shield. “My turn..” Gozex launches a powerful ice lance at Wimbley. Wimbley reacts to late as the ice shard impales him in the chest, gasping for breath as he quickly losses blood. Jerbin runs to his brother, the ice lance dispersing. “Wimbley!” Wimbley looks at Jerbin, knowing that he only has a few moments to live “Jerbin, take him down….. retrive the book. Remember brother… Remember Gnomeregan…” With that Wimbleytakes hislast fewbreaths before Jerbin gently puts him down.

“Oh, tisk tisk tisk… Its a pity your brother died, but no matter… No run along before you end up like him.”Jerbin quickly draws his axes, activating thespring mechinize inhis boots before leaping towards Gozex’s. Gozex is surpriseingly chaught pff guard and is pounced by the gnome. Gozex twichesas he releases a blast of arcane, launching Jerbin off of him. “You little pest! Now itis your turn to die!” Gozex launches a series of frostboltsat Jerbin. Two hit both his shoulders,as he grunts in pain. He lifts his axes up in a X to block the incomming ones. After the dust clears Jerbin sprints towards Gozex. Gozex in desperation flings frostbolts, trying to prevent Jerbin form comming after him, but it is futile as Jerbin proceeds his attack. Jerbin leaps up into the air, comming down at Gozex with his axes downwards. Both axes slash into Gozex shoulders, making him weak to do anything, he spits blood at Jerbin. “Agh!hate people like you, have the book. Enjoy your dead brother..” With that Gozex vanishes. Jerbin picks up Wimbley, carrying his corpes to the Skybreaker. he cries in grief of his brother’s death.

Near Gnomeregan a group of soilders, including Gyron and Jerbin have a few moments of silence for the death of his brother. Gyron pats Jerbins shoulders. “His death will not be in vine…”Jerbin nods. The troops walk away from the grave, but Jerbin stays. he stand silently looking at his brother’s grave “Your death won’t be in vine… I promise you… Gozex.. will die..” With that he walks off. The wind blowing silently on this saddened day

((Here is another story, again sorry for any misspelled words or bad grammar. Enjoy!))

A Path of Power

The Burning Legion, said to be the masters of dark acts. A few weeks ago I went to fetch a book I put my magics into, over 200 years worth of magic. I thought with my new purpose I could use an extra boost. It has been hidden in the crpyts below Raven Hill, you could since the magic easily if you were a magic user, but no one could ever get to it, only I knew how to get to it and I wanted it that way. While I was about to do the incantation to infuse the magics into myself I was interrupted by a blood elf warlock Haldesh Scythewing. He was talking to his demonic masters before he really even reconized me. The dult.

After his conversation with conversed a few words before he asked me to hand the book to him or face eternal torment. Ha! Eternal torment, Gozex does the torment not a demonic scrapling like him. After I refused to give him my book he wanted to use force. Dark magic flinging after me, oh the poor sapling he couldn’t get though my cryomatic magic, so I went back at him, but I was at a surprise with him. He blocked my attack like it was nothing, so we lied down are arms knowing that this fight would not end so soon for the both of us. He told me what my purpose was for my actions in Stormwind were for, I told him that wanted to bring choas back to the streets of Stormwind and to have my sick joy of torturing people. Then he told me it was a pitiful mission and what I will do when it came time for me to die, I told him I really didn’t care I have already died once. Then he offered for me to join he division of his Legion cult, I told him I am not going to be some pawn for a demon, but he offered me a course to complete my goal and he said I wouldn’t be a pawn, he said he saw great potential in me. So I completed the incantation filling me and him with the magical power. I felt revived with this boost of power, and so I joined him in his guild, but if he crosses me in anyway I will make sure he endures his eternal torment.

We shall see what happens with this new found ally or enemie, but nevertheless I am completing my goals for Master Eclo.

Gozex Metkin Frostcog

(OOC note)

(Will be posting another story soon when I get rid of this mental block I have been having for a week, its most likly cuase I can’t get on WoW and have nothing to really write for a interesting story
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Tylandra

Hmm… This elf is an annoyance, Tylandra is her name. She is a member of Amyren’s society. She is a quick and strong elf, but she is not like any other elf I have seen in Stormwind besides Amyren. Speaking of Amyren, the first time I encountered her was when I was a member of The Twisted. I thought that she was a little tree pest, but when we fought it was like the very void was going to shallow me. Amyren is not any pest I tell you, she is one of the fiercest and most fearsome fighter I have ever fought. Tylandra is very much like Amyren, she is not afraid of me, she is stronger and much more intelligent then any foe I have faced. She has one thing that I terribly dislike. She is willing to protect these filths of Stormwind, but for Ameren it didn’t seem like that although I got choked by thorns and whacked with a hammer by Amy.

Tylandra is one person that will be hard to take down, because of two things. She is a friend to Amyren which I do respect Amyren at a high level, Amyren is one of my friends. The other problem is she has a strong will and knows how to fight. In do time I guess I will have to break friendship with Amyren if she continues to ruin my plans.

But for now I shall leave her be until the time comes to make her an ice statue in my home.

Gozex Metkin Frostcog

A Good Day

Hmmm… Yesterday was very strange for me. I haven’t felt happy since.. Well when Dalaran fell. I was behind  Beggar’s Huant, and the unmarked grave that I never really minded. I was sitting on the log above the waterfall.

I was thinking about all the things that have past though my life. My family, friends and my dismay, but though all of that, I remembered the funny times, the times where I was happy back then. Ahhh.. those were good days.

For the frist time since Dalaran I laughed in enjoyment, it was the first time I was at peace, happy. Maybe this world isn’t so cruel… does this change my plans. No, even though I was happy, I am still marked by my doings in The Twisted. And while this mark is still attached to me I will never find long-lasting peace.

It was a good day.. to get away from the tortuing and the killing that I have done. It still was a good day.

Gozex Metkin Frostcog