The Wayward Apprentice - A WoW Classic Story

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The Wayward Apprentice - A WoW Classic Story

Post by Xantros » Mon Feb 07, 2022 2:10 pm

Welcome again fellow Slow Traveler! satisfied_turtle_head

Hope your journeys have not been too difficult. It is always a good idea to take a break from all of it and just relax. I do that regularly. Sometimes I draw sketches of my adventures and keep them in that Tiny Shoebox over there. I have many shoeboxes you see... they are so useful! In this one I keep my writings of fun little stories. Do you wish to see them? Go right ahead if you like. I hope it will put a smile on your face and warm your heart as it does for me. satisfied_turtle

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Post by Xantros » Mon Feb 07, 2022 2:14 pm



The Wayward Apprentice

Chapter I: Northshire Abbie

In the early morning hours, a great downpour had come over the forests of Elwynn. Even the water of Crystal Lake was beginning to rise. It had been raining for hours and not a soul would put one foot outside in this deluge. The woodland critters, who had felt the storm coming, were long hiding under rock outcroppings or hollowed out trees. The village of Goldshire was completely soaked, with many gallons of rainwater flowing over the rooftops.

Much of the townsfolk took refuge at the local Inn, while the guards rushed to the blacksmith’s workshop, afraid their armor would rust. Traveling merchants had it the worst. The unlucky ones who did not make it to town, had to take shelter at farmsteads and orchards or pitch their own tents, as the roads became unusable. Not even the little valley in the north was spared. The small river – which flows through here from the mountains and snakes its way down south to feed Crystal Lake – was almost twice its normal size. It even washed over the shabby wooden bridge, making it wet and treacherous.

Nestled in the heart of Northshire valley, a simple Abbey stood by itself. Under the cloud-darkened skies it appeared lonesome and forgotten. Yet appearances can be deceiving – as the saying goes – for this little church was, if not for the storm, one of the busiest areas of Elwynn forest. The townsfolk from Goldshire came here daily for prayers or even to consult the resident priests for advice and blessings. As fate would have it, the local vineyards also produced some excellent wine.

Alongside the seminary of priests, squires of the holy order also trained and studied here to one day become consecrated knights. But these would-be paladins were not the only ones to receive their schooling here. The guards of the nearby city of Stormwind drilled their recruits in this area as well.

All this exercise also had another purpose to it, for the forests had become increasingly dangerous of late. Frequent highwayman attacks and robberies were discouraging merchants from traveling these parts and the sudden growth of wildlife did not help matters either. Recruits from all over the Eastern Kingdoms were accepted and allowed to train here under the tutelage of various trainers, in order to make the region safe again. Yet all this, was not apparent in this weather. The abbey almost looked forlorn for all but one flickering light coming from the window of its modest library.

Although the abbey was small and the number of books it held was meager, the librarian had done his best to gather the most important tomes the trainees might need for their studies. From books about the holy light, to arcane studies and swordplay, these bookshelves had it all. The librarian had retired until the storm subsides but had left the door open to all who were interested in learning.

And sure enough, one eager soul had already been busy at work, digging through the knowledge contained in these old tomes. A large pile of books stood towering on a great oak table by the window. Under the dance of the tangerine candle light, a hand quickly scribbled away on a parchment, with the ink running low. Focused eyes were skimming through text after text in search of wisdom. Nothing is too much or too difficult for the diligent student. Or so one would expect. Yet, as with appearances, expectations too, can be deceiving.

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Post by Xantros » Tue Feb 15, 2022 11:06 am

Behind the pillar of tomes lay a mess of papers and books, seemingly arranged in the most chaotic manner possible, with used quills strewn all over the table and knocked over bottles everywhere. The ink was overflowing, dripping from the table into a small, yet ever growing puddle. While the pile of reading material was spared the ink treatment, it was still damp from something else. The calm and steady pitter-pattering of raindrops on the window glass almost completely masked the faint snoring coming from beneath.

Aloser look explained who was responsible for the disaster that had transpired here. Hiding under the “Treatise of Magic Attunement” was a button nose, lightly freckled but otherwise fair. The other culprit did not get very far either. Lying on top of an essay of a… rather modest number of words, was the mouth, wide-open with plenty of droop to soak even the “Dissertation of Frost Channeling Vol. 3.” Above all this tardiness, a single small ear poked through, along with a stream of blondish hair. Finally, all the puzzle pieces were in place and the silhouette of a young teenage girl could be identified. She had been fast asleep for much of the morning already and it did not look like she would be waking up anytime soon.

All of a sudden, a loud, thundering noise shook the library. The girl’s eyes popped wide open and within a matter of seconds, a myriad of thoughts and realizations rushed through her mind. Among the first was “Who am I?” but that was easily answered with a quick “Oh… me.” Then came the “Where, What and How?” and soon enough these too became clear.
  • “Abigail Molsen!” the librarian shouted slamming the door, his white robe flowing behind him. “I thought I made myself clear the last time! Don’t make a mess of the Library!”
  • “Uhh.. I.. um.. ye-yess sir! You.. emm did.” Abigail chirped.
  • “Yet here you are again! Such a tardy student I have not seen in my life!” he was furious and perplexed at the same time. “And oh my, look what you have done to the ‘Study of Arcane Instability’ a most precious tome of important knowledge, I just cannot believe…”
  • “I’m sorry Brother Paxton.. uhh sir! It won’t happen again I swear!” she blurted, standing stiff as a board.
  • “Do you know how much time it will take to clean all of this up?”
  • “I..uhh.. I’ll help and..!”
  • “Oh, indeed you shall young lady!” Threatened Brother Paxton under his spectacles. “And just look at you, your robe is soaked in ink! Get yourself cleaned up at once! I ought to tell your teacher about this!”
    “Please, please don’t tell Mr. Bremen!” she cried.
Abigail was becoming increasingly nervous now. If her teacher had found out about this mess, she would certainly be in deep trouble. This was not the first time she had fallen asleep while studying and last time Mr. Bremen warned her that she could be expelled.
  • “Hmmph, if you clean your mess and get out of my hair for the rest of the day, then I’ll reconsider!”
    Her anxious expression slowly curved into a wide grin – she knew she was out of the woods on this one – and opened her mouth to thank him. But she quickly swallowed her words for she was met face to face with that well-known stern expression.
  • “Don’t thank me yet. I’ll have found sufficient punishment for you after lunch!”
    gulp “I’ll go get uhh.. changed.”
  • “You go do that. And make sure you …” she was already gone. Brother Paxton shook his head “What a troublesome girl.”
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Post by Bisbyhoughton » Tue Feb 15, 2022 6:39 pm

Nothing wrong with catching a nap during studying! Brother Paxton should rethink his own troublesome relationship with the cult of productivity, if ya' ask this little lazy goblin!
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Post by Xantros » Thu Feb 17, 2022 5:37 pm

Oh I wholeheartedly agree! I would always snooze during math study! :P

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Post by Pistol » Fri Feb 18, 2022 2:48 am

I liked that pretty well, a cute story. I hope you continue it!
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Post by Xantros » Fri Feb 18, 2022 11:51 am

I'm glad you like it :) I've already written 95 pages, just uploading them slowly, maybe I'll go 2 pages per week.

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Post by Xantros » Sun Feb 27, 2022 6:34 pm

Abigail rushed down the cold white marble steps of the library. She had been studying on the ground floor. It was not the most ideal place – what with all the usual bustle at the entrance and the warrior’s wing – but in the morning it was quiet and she could concentrate better. Not that she was so fond of books or closed spaces for that matter. The monotony of studying really made her head hurt. She would rather have spent her time outside in the sun, among the trees and the animals. Anything but the slow, boringness of these stone walls. She was, after all, a farmer’s daughter. Being out in the open was in her blood and such a free spirit cannot be contained inside for long. For now, she was “mostly off the hook” and that filled her up to the brim with energy. She joyfully skipped over the last few steps and vanished behind the door of the changing room.

The size of this Abbey did not allow for much comfort, so the washing had to be done inside the same chamber where the students kept their clothes. Abigail had her own little box in the corner just under the table. Someone had chalked the word “Farmgirl” below her name. Again! If there was one thing that made her go off on a pouting spree, this was it. The worst of it was, she could never figure out who had done it. Maybe Olivia the priest initiate – she always teased her about like that. Could have been Fernando too – some paladin he’ll turn out to be… Or perhaps one of those rogues that hang out behind the barn in the back. But today, not even this could ruin her mood. Her frown quickly smoothed into a smile as she looked outside the open window. The clouds parting and the trees bathing in sweet, yellow sunshine. No sir, nothing at all could…
  • “You gotta be kidding me!” she cried out loud.
All her clothes were smudged and stained, completely unusable. That did it. Her face turned bright red and began to blow up like a South-Sea pufferfish. They had really gone too far this time. Ruining her clothes like that. But they’ll get it now for good. Yes, indeed, this time there will be no mercy. She began planning out all the ways she would be getting back at them.
  • “What’s the matter, dear?” asked the caretaker lady, entering the room.
  • “All of my clothes! I… I have nothing to wear and my teacher will be furious with me!” Abigail whined, still red in the face.
  • “There, there child. Don’t worry. Everything has a solution to it, I always say.”
  • “I’ll get them for this. All of them, and then… w-when I’m through with them, I’ll hang them out to dry!” she huffed in anger.
  • “Ah, see darling, that’s what I would do in your place too.” the old lady smiled.
  • “Really? You think I should?”
  • “Of course. Tis the only way to make it right.” She nodded.
With all this moral support, Abigail was now more confident than ever. No more teasing, no more pranks. Now, for the first time, she would put her foot down and have her way. Just they wait. She made her way to the door with her box in hand.
  • “My, my how quickly you girls grow up these days. You’ve been bringing in those robes all week, I thought you had forgotten all about them. With all that studying you do it’s no wonder.” continued the wash lady. “And here I thought you would never wash that heap by yourself.”
A sudden crash and a loud yelp came from the doorway. Abigail stood there flabbergasted, with her jaw dropped and box on foot.
  • “Uh, what was that dearie? Do speak up. My hearing ain’t what it used to be.” the old lady chuckled. “You’ll make a good housewife someday ya know.”
The young girl was so surprised, she had to shake her head twice. It was all coming back to her now. The caretaker lady was right, she did bring all her robes in this week and forgot all about them. Now she had no excuse, necessity was a harsh mistress after all. She walked over to the tub and washboard, tucked up her sleeves and dumped her load in. The washing took almost two hours to complete and by the end of it, Abbie was completely exhausted. She straightened herself up and wiped the sweat off her brow with her sleeve. Now, with all of her blue apprentice robes drying on the hanger, she took a peek at the gnomish clock above the door. It was not even nine. She still had to get new clothes and some breakfast. Especially breakfast, her stomach could attest to that.

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Post by Xantros » Sun Mar 06, 2022 12:17 pm

She started for the door but saw something in the mirror that caught her attention. Not only was her shirt smudged with ink but some black spots were splattered all over her face too. Taking a piece of wet cloth, she proceeded to rub them out. The result was mostly successful. It would have to do for now, she thought, and left the washroom behind her for good. Trotting down the stairs – with slightly less enthusiasm than earlier – she felt something in her pocket. It was ten copper coins. Suddenly, an idea came into her head. She could buy some new clothes from the merchants outside the church. What terrific luck, she thought. As soon as she got to the entrance, she made a dash for the traders. Had to get those new togs before any of her peers notice, otherwise she would be the laughingstock of the Abbey… again.

Knowing about the busyness of Northshire, a group of merchants had set up shop here more than two years ago. Being so close to the Village of Goldshire, they expected a decent profit. And they were not wrong. Those two brown wagons, with their scarlet shades have become as much part of the scenery by now as the Abbey itself. From time to time, the students would earn some coin from their daily chores and could spend it here. One of Abigail’s passions was to browse the many exotic wares that were on display. Foreign lamps, ornamented tankards, beautifully sewn dresses and more. Her favorites were the laceless shoes. A private collection was already growing in her shoebox.
She went straight to the clothier, Dermot Johns. He had just finished dealing with two priest initiates and was about to tend to his stall when he saw her.
  • “Why Abigail! Nice to see you again. Fancy buying another pair of shoes?” Dermot beamed.
  • Giggling “Not today Mr. Johns. I have to buy some new clothes. As you can see…” she held her arms wide, showing off the splashes of dark ink.
  • “Oh, what a mess and I take it you got no clean clothes to wear?”
  • “Nope, I was uh… a bit lazy and well... ya know.” She confessed.
  • “Say no more, I’ve got just the thing.” Dermot rummaged around in the chest behind him and pulled out a neatly folded brownish-red shirt, together with matching light pants. “You are lucky too; they are exactly your size.”
  • “Thanks, I’ll take them.” With a relieved smile, Abigail put the ten copper on the counter and reached out for the clothes.
  • Hmm “You know I like doing business with you but ten copper is not going to cut it.”
  • “Oh, heh sorry, my bad. I’ll take just the shirt then.” She corrected herself nervously.
  • “I’m sorry Abbie but that won’t be enough, even for the one.” The merchant shook his head.
  • “But… But I bought some last week and it was enough.” She protested.
  • “Yes, and then all the other students caught wind of it, almost bought me out. I had to raise the prices. I guess you’ll just have to wait until your other clothes are clean, sorry.”
Much to the dismay of the poor farmgirl, those fresh, new clothes landed back in the chest and sealed, now permanently beyond her reach. The clank of the lock gave a sound to her despair. “Now what do I do?” she thought.

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Post by Xantros » Mon Mar 14, 2022 2:11 pm

As she stood there completely defeated, the power of her hunger slowly rose over her shame. There were still three hours to go before lunch and she just could not wait that long. Stepping over to the general goods vendor, she politely browsed over his wares.
  • “Excuse me Brother Danil? What can I get for ten coppers?”
  • “I can give you one piece of bread and three red apples, dear.”
  • “Thank you, I’ll take them.” She relinquished the money to the old man.
  • “A pleasure, take care now.”
As soon as the food was in her grasp, she had decided to save the apples for later and was getting ready for the bread. After all, three hours is three hours. Just then, something landed on her shoulder. Yah! She got such a fright the bread fell right out of her hands and down in the mud. Her long-awaited breakfast; such a waste. She crouched down to mourn her food. Just then, she noticed what it was that had spoiled her meal. It was a tiny, fluffy brown squirrel. As soon as she laid eyes upon it, all was forgiven. She loved animals and squirrels were one of her favorites.
  • “Aww, now how could I be mad at you, ya little rascal!” she giggled and watched the squirrel with her head tilted. Her gaze followed the tiny creature’s every move with delight, utterly mesmerized by it. It got a bit closer, nose wiggling, smelling.
  • “Come here you adorable thing.” She held out her hand and the squirrel – after some hesitation – got on. Abigail held the creature close to her chest, feeling warm and bursting with joy. After all the mishaps today, this little moment made it all better. The squirrel wiggled and climbed around a bit, smelling and tickling her until it scurried down her side. And grabbed an apple from her bag.
  • “Wha? HEY! Come back here!” the furry thief had already made off towards the nearest tree with the stolen loot. Abigail chased after it like the wind. The tree in question – an old oak with a sturdy trunk and gnarled branches – was still a decent stone’s throw away. It stood slanted on the other side of a small hillock, as if about to fall over – root’s half above ground.
She was almost out of breath.

The squirrel disappeared in the bushes at the base of its home, with Abbie huffing and puffing behind it.

Pant pant “Heh, now I’ve got yooooouuuuuu…!” she cried out, tripping Hey! on something in the underbrush Ouch! and tumbled down the other side. The two apples she had left fell out of her pack and rolled away down the hill. For a brief moment, she saw them and died a little inside. She landed face first in the grassy mud, leaving her shirt that much worse for the wear. Still wheezing and gasping for air, she pushed herself up from the ground and turned on her back to face the stranger. Some of those ‘ouches’ did not come from her.
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Post by Xantros » Thu Mar 24, 2022 7:41 am

A small person was lying there beside her, looking just as dirty and all the more angry. Abigail observed the strange man. She concluded that he was really small and standing up did not improve his stature by much. He was wearing dark robes with bright-red linen shoes, lending him a comical effect that she was sure, was not at all intended. The man dusted off his robes and finally turned to face his assailant with fury.
  • “Hey you! What’s the big idea ha?” he squeaked. “Knocking me down the hill like that?”
  • “I was ch… chasing a… my l-lunch and…” she panted and let her head drop back, still exhausted. “I… I can’t… kmmmh” she burst out giggling.
  • “What’s so funny? You almost got me killed!”
  • “I’m in much… giggle worse… shape than you.” She sat up and touched the red bump on her forehead. Ouch “My… everything hurts.”
  • Hmmph “Good! Maybe that will teach you to control your big, clumsy feet next time!” the tiny man grumbled and hoisted his nose up.
  • “Oh, pipe down you!” she exclaimed. “How was I supposed to know you were in the bushes and… hey, what WERE you doing in the bushes anyway? And for that matter who or what even are you?”
  • “First off, NONE OF YOUR DAMN BEEZWAX and second, how rude can a girl get?” He began fussing over his things that fell out of his bag. Abbie noticed that his bag was almost as big as him and chuckled a little. How such a tiny man could ever carry all that around was utterly beyond her. “Maybe, MISS CLUMSYFEET hey! can tell me who or whatever she is! Since she bumped into me in the first place.”
  • “Well, I’m me!” she blurted.
  • eyes rolling “Now we’re really making progress here.”
  • “Okay, now your turn.” said Abbie with an innocent smile.
  • “I don’t believe this! Of all the days!” he groaned. “Do you even know what I am?”
  • “Sure, you’re a… aaaa… umm…” she was starting to have a headache.
  • “Well?”
  • “A dwarf! That’s it!”
  • “A DWARF!!!!!!” he screamed. “Of all the… Do you see any beard on me anywhere?!!!”
  • “Uhhh…” she double checked to make sure. “No...”
  • “Do I smell like a barnyard and a brewery?” he ranted on.
  • “Umm… well.”
  • “You’re not supposed to answer that!”
  • “Oh.”
  • “Now that I have established that I’m not a dwarf can you guess what I am?” he tapped his foot impatiently.
  • “Hmm… short?” she smiled again.
  • His face turned bright red like a kettle heating up and he began fuming. If he had been a real kettle, the steam would have come out his ears by now.
  • “I’ll give you another bump right upside the head! Two insults in a row! What’s next?”
  • “I’m sorry it’s just that… well… you kinda are, aren’t you?” she was completely oblivious.
  • Now he was speechless, with his jaw wide open. “I… I give up. I’m a GNOME! Ever heard of that?”
  • “Oh… OHHH yeah I’ve read something about gnomes.” She remembered proudly “You make thingamabobbers and doohickeys and… umm… aaaand…!”
  • “Yes, well I guess I can’t expect a little human girl such as yourself to understand the engineering marv…”
  • “Hey! Who you callin a little girl?! I’m ten already!”

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Post by Xantros » Thu Mar 31, 2022 8:11 am

  • “AHA, not so funny now when it’s done to you, huh?” A satisfied grin crawled onto his face.
  • “Alright, alright… sheesh.” She mumbled.
  • Hmmph “Quite the attitude on you, isn’t it?”
Abigail finally mustered enough energy to stand up. She was still numb from the fall and began to shake a bit. The bump on her head was throbbing painfully and made her feel dizzy. Her hollow stomach did not make the situation any better.
  • “So, what’s your name again?” asked the gnome.
  • “Oh. I’m… Abigail Molsen. From Westfall.” She added.
  • “Hmm, Westfall huh? Pretty far away from home, aren’t we?” he raised an eyebrow. “Running away or something?”
  • “Oh no… not like that. I’m just studying here at the Abbey.”
  • “Really?? Well, you sure don’t look like a priest.” He noted.
  • “I’m not. I’m a mage.”
  • “Bwahahahah! YOU! A mage? That’s rich.” The gnome laughed.
  • “Hey! What’s so funny? I AM a mage!”
  • “No way. You’re joking! No robe, no staff, no wand…”
  • “You don’t have a beard and you’re not a dwarf either, so there!” Abbie pouted, folding her arms.
  • Uhh “That’s not how…” he shook his head in surprise. “Whatever, I’m still not buying it.”
  • “Well… I am too!” she claimed, stomping her foot.
  • “Oh yeah? Prove it! Cast a spell.”
  • “I… umm… uhh I can’t!”
  • “There, I knew it. It’s a nice fantasy, girl, but it doesn’t make it true.”
  • “No, it’s true. I’m still studying. I’m just… not very good.” She confessed with some degree of shame.
  • Hrmmph “A mage who can’t spell. Who ever heard of that? Maybe you should go back to elementary level and start over.” The gnome teased.
  • “Oh HA… HA… very funny. You being Mr. Smartypants and everything. Well, I’ve got more important things to do than to listen to your lectures.”
  • “Hey, where are you off to?”
Abigail stormed off down the hill without another word. She was annoyed now – less so because of the gnome and all the more for how hungry she had become – and determined to find her lost food, whatever it takes.
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Post by Xantros » Sun Apr 10, 2022 3:44 pm

The hill was not too steep or large but the woods at the base of it became all the more deep. The young girl looked up at the sky for a moment as she trotted downwards. She could barely see through the thick canopy above her. Elwynn Forest was an ancient woodland and believed by some historians to have been enchanted several millennia ago by elven ancestors. These old oaks and birches have larger trunks, stronger roots and greater crowns compared to other trees in nearby regions. Though the sun was slowly approaching its zenith for the day, its blazing rays barely managed to penetrate the dense leaves and branches.

Abigail ruffled through every bush in her path, turned every stone and searched above for anymore pesky squirrels but to no avail. It soon became clear to her that she had lost her last bit of food for good. And the gaping hole, where her stomach used to be, grew ever larger.
  • “Hey… huff huff wait up!” panted the gnome, coming up behind her.
  • “Oh great, it’s you again!” her voice was uncharacteristically cold. “Why are you following me?”
  • gasp “I’m… I… wasn’t done with you yet… girl!” the gnome wheezed.
  • “Oh yeah?! Well, I’m done with you!” she exploded. “In fact, I’m done with this whole day. I’ve got a headache, purple bruises, ink and dirt all over me and I blew all my money on food I can’t eat. And… As if that weren’t enough, I gotta listen to your irritating mouthing. I don’t have to take this; I should wallop… eee-eeehhhh.”
Abigail had petered out after using up her last bit of energy for the rant. She felt like a blown fuse and her vacant expression reflected that. The rumbling of her tummy was also loud enough now to be audible.
  • “What’s the matter girl? Not so tough now on an empty stomach, are you?” the gnome gloated.
  • “Sh-shut up… you…uuuhhhh.”
  • Tch tch tch “Such disrespect. And here I was even going to give you something I found on my way down. Look!” the gnome produced something from his bag.
It was an apple. A shiny, juicy, scrumptious red apple. Abigail was famished. Her eyes were knocking on their sockets. She knew he had her in his grasp and she had to give in.
  • “G-give… me… p-please…” she groaned.
  • “Uh uh uuuh.” The gnome wagged his finger side to side and pulled the apple away from her grasping fingers. “Not until you apologize for being so rude earlier.”
  • gulp “Okay… okay, I’m sorry I… uhh knocked you over… and mmm called you short or… whatever.” Abbie apologized grudgingly.
  • “I’m not talking about that!” the gnome exclaimed.
  • “Huh? Then what?”
  • “How can you not remember! You called me a DWARF!”
  • “But… you are both so…” she started but quickly shut it at the sight of her companion’s expression.
  • “So WHAT??”
  • “Uhh… Angry.” She finished.
  • “Huh. Well, I guess you are right, we do have a chip on our shoulder. But we are not alike in anything else, got it?”
  • "Got it I apologize for calling you a dwarf Mr. ‘Nome!” She blurted in one breath.
  • “Good. I can accept that. And here’s your apple. Next time look around better…” but the apple was already gone from his hand, completely devoured seeds and all, by a ravenous teenage farmgirl.

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Post by Xantros » Sun Apr 17, 2022 10:18 am

  • nom “Thankssh nom, fow findim mai… gulp appew. You weally sshaved me fwom shtarvin dere.” Abbie talked with her mouth full and swallowed the big lump all in one go. With her hunger temporarily satiated, her spirits began to rise and she was back to her happy, young self in no time. “Must be my lucky day after all. You ain’t half bad Mr. ‘Nome. Oh right, you haven’t told me your name yet?”
But Abigail soon regretted her politeness, for the gnome in question seemed like he had been waiting for this moment. A wide, proud grin spread across his cheeks as he cleared his throat and began his rhetoric.
  • Khhm Khhm “Indeed you are correct! This IS your lucky day my young human friend. For you have literally bumped into the one and only Lemagrag the Magnificent!” the gnome postulated. “Sorcerer Extraordinaire, Binder of Mystic Shadows, Slayer of…”
  • “Who?” she interrupted, totally lost in all the titles.
  • “Ehmm…” the gnome named Lemagrag showed a bit of frustration at having to stop in the middle of his oration.
  • “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of my many achievements. They must have them written down in one of your books.”
  • Abigail thought long and hard for a few seconds, trying to recall anything she had read in the last week. It was not an easy task. Finally, she snapped her fingers. Ah!
  • “Nope.” She blurted.
  • “That can’t be. You are not following your studies well, girl.”
  • “It’s true, I don’t like to study but I do remember every book I have read and there was one about famous spellcasters. Your name wasn’t in it.” She shook her head.
  • “Are you absolutely certain?”
  • “Yep. I would remember a strange name like that.” She nodded.
  • hmm “Maybe they got it backwards. Happens all the time.”
  • “Now that would just make it sound more silly. But now I know your name!” she noted happily. “Lemagag…
    Lemmaraga… Lll-llee… uhhh mind if I just call you Lem for short?”
  • sigh “Fine I guess it can’t be helped.” The gnome gave in. “We should really be getting back. Got pretty far away from the Abbey as it is. Don’t want to attract any Kobolds.”

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Post by Xantros » Mon May 09, 2022 4:46 pm

The two of them set off together back towards the Church. They turned slightly to the North, to avoid having to climb back up the hill. The rays of the sun cast playful shadows through the leaves and the woodland scene became noticeably lighter. Everything was bathed in golden-green light and the gnome was feeling quite content. Then he noticed that it was too quiet. His companion has not said a word since they began backtracking and it was starting to bother him. He looked at Abigail and something was clearly bothering her.
  • “Lem…” she turned towards him, clearly concerned.
  • “What is it?”
  • “I gotta ask…”
  • “C’mon, out with it.”
  • “What does a… k-kobold l-look like?” she whispered.
  • “Oh. You see, a kobold is a bit like a dwarf.” He began. “Same size, beard, they both love to mine and they about smell just as bad too. Almost.”
  • “Sooo… what’s the difference?” she asked.
  • “They are vermin, they leave their trash everywhere and mess around with everyone’s stuff. At least you can reason with a kobold but dwarves? Hah no sir… oh wait, was that the other way around then? All in all, not much of a difference in my book.” He concluded.
  • “Are they… dangerous?” squeaked Abbie, looking around frantically.
  • “Nah, not really, one or two kobolds scare easy.”
  • “Well, they sure scare me easy.” She shivered.
  • “You humans always worry so much. And if anything happens, I’ll protect you.”
  • “I… I don’t feel so safe.”
  • “You doubt my magic?? Have you forgotten my titles?” Lem boasted again.
  • “How could I forget uhhh… Slayer of Extralarge Binders or something.”
  • “And don’t you forget it!”
Abigail smiled a little to herself. But Lem stopped abruptly.
  • “Wha… what is it?” Abbie whispered nervously.
  • “I thought I heard something.” He sharpened his ears. “Sounded like a beast growling.”
Abbie giggled.
  • “What’s so funny?”
  • giggle “That was me silly. I’m hungry again.” Her stomach gave off a low growl.
  • “What again? I thought it was a timber wolf or something.”
  • “Well, I only had the one apple.” She hesitated for a few moments. “Do you… have more?”

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Post by Xantros » Mon May 09, 2022 4:50 pm

Abbie looked at Lem with big, puppy dog eyes that she knew nobody, not even her stern teachers could resist. As it turned out, she had met her match with a most stubborn gnome.
  • “Oh no, you can forget about it. Those eyes won’t work on me!” the gnome was adamant. Darn!
  • “Well, can you at least give me a bite… or something.” Abbie begged.
  • “Alright… alright already, sheesh.”
Lem put down his heavy bag and started rummaging around in it, halfway disappearing inside with his feet sticking out. Abigail sat down on her knees, waiting with baited breath. So hungry. Right now, she could not think of anything but her stomach. The gnome finally pulled out something resembling food and her eyes locked on to it.
  • “Finally found it. Didn’t know I had so much of this.” Lem spoke with a triumphant voice.
  • “What is it?”
  • “This, my girl, is Darnassian Bleu. A well-known cheese of the nightelves. The dwarves in Ironforge love this stuff. Go on, down the hatch!”
Abigail frowned.
  • “Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. I like it myself mostly. It’s got a tad bitter taste but it fills you right up!” Lem was more enthusiastic about this cheese than anything else since their meeting. Abbie grudgingly took a piece of the cheese. The more she munched on it, the smaller her mouth got.
  • Pff “I knew it… it does taste like bleuh.” She complained.
  • “Oh well, more for me. And since you are this picky, you can forget about free food.”
  • “Don’t you have something edible? Anything?” Abbie whined.
  • “I do.” Lem was not amused at all.
  • “Well, can I have some of that please?”
  • “Not for free I said.”
  • “But… but…” she stuttered.
  • “No buts! And since you can’t pay for it, you’ll have to earn it!” he was adamant.
  • sigh “Okay… okay.” she knew she had walked right into it this time. “What do I have to do now?”
  • “You can carry my backpack for a while.”
  • “What?!? THAT heavy thing? No way!” she blurted in a shocked voice. She had smirked before, at how comical this large pack was for the gnome but now the tables had turned on her.
  • “No help, no food.”
  • “Ya know, I could just walk back to the Abbey and get lunch!” She countered.
  • “And we both know you can’t wait that long.” Lem knew he was right. Abbie’s surprised expression attested to that. “Now quit wasting time whining and start carrying.”
Abigail stood up slowly from her comfortable sitting position and took a step towards the brown backpack. As she examined it more closely, she noted that it was huge. Even for a human. And especially for her… but a deal is a deal. She grabbed the two straps and hoist it around her back, almost falling over from the sheer heaviness of it. Her hair got caught by one of the straps owww and she almost lost her balance trying to get it free. Finally, the bag was on. And her knees knocked under its weight. With her back slightly bent and arms tugging at the straps, she soldiered on.
  • “One, two, one, two… one… tw..” Abbie thought to herself, trying not to think of how heavy the load is. It was an uphill battle.
  • “I’ll have you know, I carry this all day.” Lem boasted.
  • huff huff “How in the… I mean… yeah… pant no biggie…” she lied clumsily. “It’s pretty… light… ugh let’s go.”
And off the two of them went into the enchanted Forest of Elwynn. A human farmgirl pant from Westfall and her gnome companion Lem. They did not know what adventures awaited them but one thing was sure. Abigail had learned an important lesson today. She learned that to pull her own weight, often meant carrying someone else’s.

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Post by Xantros » Mon May 09, 2022 4:52 pm

I have been absent lately due to being very tired from work and having my PC upgraded. So here is a double page feature for those of you reading my story. Hope I didn't make you wait too long. Chapter II is coming up next... :)

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Post by Xantros » Thu Jun 09, 2022 7:37 am



Chapter II: A Girl and Her Gnome

The bright morning sun blazed over Northshire Valley. Like a giant candle, you could not take. Not a cloud was in sight and even the wind had died down. The Abbey bell had just recently tolled once, which made quite a stir around the building. All tasks, chores and businesses were suddenly dropped on the spot, as everyone remembered their stomachs. It was time for second breakfast. Except for the merchants and field workers – who made their own time – all who lived in the church were now rushing inside to get a better spot in the cafeteria line. The head teachers and priests would get their meals first and sit at their own table, while the students could even wait up to half an hour sometimes.

The bell tolled for a second time. This was the signal for the warriors and paladins to halt their training sessions. They would have their meals outside, in their tents or by the campfires. Once done, the sergeants would immediately resume the drilling.

It seemed as though the entire forest had been abandoned in an instant. Aside from the chirping of birds and crickets and the occasional rustling of leaves, Northshire Valley was quiet and peaceful. Calm, except for one particular spot deep in the woods, where a certain duo came trotting about, making a ruckus.
  • huff huff “Seriously… Are we… there yet?!” Abigail wheezed.
  • “Stop asking me that!” the gnome blurted. “You’ve been at it since we started and the answer is still NO!”
  • pant “Come on… I’ve been carrying… this ugh for hours and… can we stop now?”
  • “It’s been fifteen minutes only. Now stop distracting me, or we will never get there!”
  • “Knew we shoulda climbed back up the hill.” Abigail muttered to herself.
  • snort “And how do you suppose we lift my bag up there hmm?”
  • “I dunno… You got magic or somthn…”
  • “Not that kind of magic girl.” Lem replied and shushed her with a wave of his hand “Now be quiet for one second so I can reorient myself.” growl “And that goes DOUBLE for that bottomless pit you call a stomach!”
Abigail now regretted her pickiness deeply. Her back felt twice bent and legs tied to stones. That she would feel this for the next week, was a sad but accurate premonition of her dark future. They walked on heavily like this for a few more minutes; Abbie with the load on her back and gnome in front. Even more so than the weight and hunger, the silence was getting to her. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to stay quiet. She noticed Lem’s pace had gotten surer and he seemed rather pleased with himself.

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