Clementure Level 34 Gnome Warlock

Clementure
Level 34 Gnome Warlock
World of Warcraft
Terenas Server

Today I, Clementure, Gnome Warlock Novelist, was babysat. Ah, beloved and fallen Gnomeregan, what pain I have to see you in such straits. For as I contemplated the entrance to my racial home, the addled and poisoned leper gnomes attacked me upon sight.

The fallen creatures are no match for one as I, who has studied and mastered much of the dark arts of the Warlock. But it gave me great pain to end the days of my fellow gnomes. I can only take solace in the fact that the poor creatures were suffering, and I eased their passage.

My entrance to Gnomeregan thus accomplished, I slid down the two levels of steel aisle ways that are a testament to the skill and art of my people, and to the great elevator that allows entrance to Gnomeregan proper.

As the elevator began its descent, a human hunter and a gnome mage joined me. With a quick conversation, we agreed to tackle the dangers of overthrown Gnomeregan together.

Upon study, I discovered that the human hunter was of the highest order of accomplishment for his kind, indeed, he was an elite. As great as the dangers of Gnomeregan are, they would be nothing to him.

I took some comfort in this, yet a note of discord sounded itself. Fallen and overrun by our enemies it may be, Gnomeregan was still a place of the gnomes. It seemed somewhat wrong to have this near demi-god put his will over this place. But I quickly banished such feelings, there was a job to do and absurd sentimentality would surely lead to my death.

There was a traitor in this city, the most hated enemy of gnomekind, and I meant to bring the traitor to account. Yes, this is a lot for a journeyman Warlock to take upon himself. And yes, fate sent that hunter and his mage companion to me. I wasn't going to waste this opportunity. Even if it was better left to those with more power than myself.

"Venture to Gnomeregan and kill Mekgineer Thermaplugg. Return to me, High Tinker Mekkatorque, when the task is complete." A simple and straightforward statement from the High Tinker. But who am I to refuse the call of our most exalted gnomish leader? So thus I set out to assassinate the traitor, the enemy of all gnomes, the gnome who opened the shieldgates and allowed the troggs, and dark iron dwarves, and other enemies into the very heart of my city.

As the elevator finally came to a stop, I summoned my succubus, Agethea, to my side. Her beauty and overly charged sex appeal hide the deadly and gleeful killer that she is. Sometimes she even frightens me. But with a powerful hunter already in our party, the lumbering but underpowered presence of the voidwalker is made superfluous.

We had to cut our way through the first wave of leper gnomes just to make out way up the ramp into the tram station. I hardened my heart to the slaughter. These fallen ones would be avenged.

My fellow gnome in the party was mostly silent. Perhaps her thoughts were as profound as mine. Or perhaps she admired my many fine gnomish qualities, and was considering approaching me for mating. Still, my mind was focused on the mission at hand, and I believe hers was as well.

Many terrified gnomes ran past us as we made our way up the ramp. Long abandoned, there are still pockets of sane gnomery to be found in the great city. I felt honored to assist in their escape. Most such made their way to the great dwarven city of Ironforge, where the Gnomeregan Exile League would make arrangements for them.

I felt nearly useless as we cut down several troggs in the tram depot. The great technological wonders of my city always take my breath away. The hunter was so good at what he did, that I was of little help to him. So I had time to enjoy the scenery.

As the trogs fell, my fellow gnome and I looted them of the loot they had taken from my city. The hunter spurned all loot, possessing such great gear as to only find inferior offerings in the loot. Perhaps it was just me, but I also took it as a token of respect on his part. He would help slay our enemies, but the great treasures of Gnomeregan he would not claim.

We cut down the glass-lined hallway where once happy gnome families watched the trams rush by. Now evil, foul trogs danced on the remains of a ruined rail system. We put many such out of their misery.

The hunter would throw out his traps, then use his multishot to summon several enemies. This gave me the chance to use Rain of Fire; and as the hunter sliced and diced the trogs, I rained fiery destruction down on them from above. It gladdened my heart to see trog after trog fall. Had it been up to me, every trog on the planet would die a swift, unseen death.

We finally came to a small respite. A tribe of gnomes holds a level of the city, and they welcomed us as we arrived through their doors. They even allowed us to use their machines to decrust and clean up the odd geegaws we had looted on the way. A short rest was freely accepted here.

We said farewell and good luck to the gnome holdouts. Someday, when the city was cleansed of the presence of the befoulers, these gnomes would be the genesis of a new gnomish race in this place.

Down hallways we went, past the remains of our awesome mechanical creations. In many places the radiation unleashed by Thermaplugg had perverted the mechnostrider-riding guards, and we were attacked on sight. We cut them down as mercilessly as if they had been trogs.

The dark irons dwarves were the next foe we faced. Allies with the trogs, these evil cousins of the Ironforge dwarves had conspired with the trogs in the overthrow of Gnomeregan, and received no mercy from us.

If you are thinking, perhaps, that all this is too easy, then you are correct. Many before us had attempted to assassinate Thermaplugg and had failed. I can only account our swift success to the efforts of the hunter, whose prowess was irresistible.

At last, the confrontation that I long for: Thermaplugg himself. The traitor had not wasted his time since making himself ruler of fallen Gnomeregan. His evil devices were numerous, and he had other defenses as well. He had taken every measure to ensure his safety. Even with our stalwart hunter, the chances were slim that we'd survive this encounter.

The battle was joined. The hunter rushed to confront Thermaplugg. I and my fellow Gnome confronted and defeated the defenses and the smaller minions of Thermaplugg. All too soon, it was over.

Thermaplugg lay dead at my feet, slain by the hunter. The gnome so responsible for the death and misery of an entire race was dead himself. This vengeance left me curiously empty. I knew the High Tinker would greet news of my success with great rejoicing. But I was less than joyful at my victory.

As I stared at the dead villain, I wished I was a necromancer, so I could raise him, and they slay him again. And again.

The hunter left quickly after that, no doubt other matters had to be attended by him. My fellow gnome and I held hands, and said a prayer for the fallen in this place. Then I touched my hearthstone and was away. I had to report to the High Tinker.

It was with a full but heavy heart that I made my way through Ironforge to the High Tinker's throne-in-exile.

After you achieve your heart's greatest desire, what is left?