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

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