Post by Tado on May 26, 2005 12:40:24 GMT -5
I was there for the loss of my father's beloved homeland, though just barely a child, I am pained just the same. To know that regardless of my actions now, things will never be the same.... My father is still there among the catwalks, or at least his spirit is, leading those few who remain within to the safety of Ironforge. Our new home....
I still remember that night clearly. The walls erupted as alive, explosions reverberated throughout the complex, and so did the screams of the dying. And the screams of those whose fate was worse then death, mutated and lost forever. Before my eyes troggs slain gnomes and gnomes slain troggs, and after the gases seeped throughout Gnomeregan, brother slain brother. In a matter of moments I watched what I had known growing up within the mountain city vanish under a green cloud of vileness. As tears ran down my face, I felt strong hands lift me from the chaos and deliver me from what was certain death.
I spent the following years growing up with my uncle Tividius Lightstep. We have a small domicile in the Forlorn Cavern of Ironforge, with a small shop that he sells his self engineered wares. He is good with the alchemical materials and produced things like flash powder and dust of deterioration. I still recall more than one accident ‘shaking the foundation of Ironforge’ and bringing the guards running to our shop. To this day I still help him when he needs an extra pair of hands, in the hopes that he will someday share his more exclusive engineering secrets. Such wares did bring us in contact with the Rogues guild of Ironforge. It was from them that I learned the profession I hold today. I must admit though, they were less then keen on letting me within the shadowy folds of thier world.
Perhaps that is a story for another time….
-Tado
I still remember that night clearly. The walls erupted as alive, explosions reverberated throughout the complex, and so did the screams of the dying. And the screams of those whose fate was worse then death, mutated and lost forever. Before my eyes troggs slain gnomes and gnomes slain troggs, and after the gases seeped throughout Gnomeregan, brother slain brother. In a matter of moments I watched what I had known growing up within the mountain city vanish under a green cloud of vileness. As tears ran down my face, I felt strong hands lift me from the chaos and deliver me from what was certain death.
I spent the following years growing up with my uncle Tividius Lightstep. We have a small domicile in the Forlorn Cavern of Ironforge, with a small shop that he sells his self engineered wares. He is good with the alchemical materials and produced things like flash powder and dust of deterioration. I still recall more than one accident ‘shaking the foundation of Ironforge’ and bringing the guards running to our shop. To this day I still help him when he needs an extra pair of hands, in the hopes that he will someday share his more exclusive engineering secrets. Such wares did bring us in contact with the Rogues guild of Ironforge. It was from them that I learned the profession I hold today. I must admit though, they were less then keen on letting me within the shadowy folds of thier world.
Perhaps that is a story for another time….
-Tado