Even though the world of Azeroth has been granted the briefest of respites, we as a collective must remain vigilant against a plague that still threatens our very cultures.
The Gnomes.
These miniature nightmares from (probably German) folklore of old have found more of their ilk infesting Kul Tiras and thus will be nesting even more frequently in your cities and towns. They fix things while you sleep. They improve your way of life without you knowing.
They steal the cookies you make and sell them off as their own.
So I’ve decided to enlist a scratch-militia of the most ardent, most daring, and most importantly, most height proficient races to start culling the ankle biters before trekking in the slopes of the Shadowlands.
We’ve got a myriad of weapons for personal tastes; Flamethrowers from the Scarlet Crusade (Tabards not included), cursed totems from Magatha Grimtotem (Tatoos not included), a menagerie of creatures with appetites specifically tailored for Gnome, countless weapons across the realms of Azeroth, and for a limited time, some of those Holy Hand Grenades from the Argent Dawn (Also Tabard not included).
I won’t lie. This mission has its dangers; Swollen ankles, chaffed knees, and the occasional hoof chip. No one has died yet, but they’re extremely annoyed.
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Sounds like a Horde plot to rid Azeroth of any advanced technology that doesn’t explode on use, regardless if any actual explosives were used in its construction.
That’s a lie you sow. Grumbles freely gives cookies away. And Gnomish inventions don’t explode or pollute anywhere near the level of those Goblin made ones do.
deep brethe Okay. Calming down a bit. Now, OP shall I turn you into a Sunday BBQ feast or use my scribing skills to forge a diary with your handwriting detailing your Steamy Romance dreams and wishes to make love with the Gnomes?
