Post by Mundarios on Jul 25, 2005 23:59:23 GMT -5
I was taking a trip that have frequented many times, a gryphon ride from The Great Stormwind to The Mighty Ironforge. I had been adventuring for quite a long time; longer, I think, than I ever had before...ugh...I had also drank more ale and wine than I ever had before, unless of course I just don't remember which is entirely possible. I had grown quite acustom to these gryphon rides and they had become quite comfortable. So there I am mid flight dozzing off, it's not the first time. Next thing I know I'm in Gnomeregan about to take back my homeland when a steam pipe burst beside me causing me to fall down one of many pits littering my battered homeland.
Right then, of course, I awake to find myself slipping from my comfortable perch atop this powerfull but young gryphon. Allas I roused to late to catch myself and over I went to my doom I though, but one of my new boots, that are "slightly" to large, (no jokes please I'm a gnome my feet are supposed to be small.) caught in its sturrup. Hazzah I was saved...for the mostpart... My tumble gave the inexperieced gryphon quite a start, and he started flying very erraticly. We were way up in the clouds then scraping treetops, one a little to close and my head took quite a blow. I awoke back in the clouds, then desert, clouds, wasteland, clouds...it was like this for what seemed like days.
I didn't regain total conciusness until I was plunged into the sea when the gryphon went after a large Grouper. I suppose flying around all the time with a gnome dangling off of your side would make you hungery eventually. Thankfully the beast landed to eat it's prize grouper, the biggest one I've ever seen, and on a nice soft beach too so the quick decent and sudden impact didn't render me completely incapacitated for the second time. I struggled through the pain to try and get myself free but this startled the gryphon, after being limp for so long he probably thought I had turned undead.
Now I had to endure flying all over Azeroth with no direction or purpose in it's entirety. No slipping in and out of conciousness this time. I did not realise how long gryphons could go with out food. Myself I had been serviving on Curiously Tasty Omelets that I could barelly reach in my pouch. Movement didn't seem to bother my travelling companion when he was in flight, perhaps because I was swaying regardless.
My gryphon was starting to look very thin and I knew my second chance was approaching. Sure enough we were headed back out to Sea. I was sure that I had some raw Rockscale Cod that I had been looking for a recipe for for some time. I lost several items searching my pouches, including the last of my food so I had no choice but to make this work. I had searched all my pouches but one, with no luck. I streched and strained to reach the last pouch but it was just out of my grasp.
For the second time I was plunged in to the sea for the sake of sustannance for my poor exausted gryphon. I had not realized how deep under water I might have been the first time around but it was a good thing I had a potion of underwater breathing. This time it was a Spotted Yellowtail and agian the biggest I had ever seen. Luckily the impact of the dive into the water moved my last pouch just enough so I could reach it. Sure enough the Rockscale Cod was there and I managed to obtain it before we reached shore.
This time I waited until the gryphon finished it's meal and then started by brandishing my offering of Cod. The beast jumped at first but saw and smelt this new fish. It was quite a rank fishy smell, after all it had been with me for some time, but that only seemed to entice the gryphon more. Afterthe gryphon took my Cod I gently pulled my foot free. At last!!! but wait. I had no idea where I was!
After a failed search for my Hearth stone, that must have fallen out of my pouch when I was looking for that smelly Cod, I realised that the young gryphon was my only hope. Slowly I crept up and mounted the gryphon agian and just like I had awakend it's inner-homming pigeon it imediatly took of and we didn't stop or slow until we were back at Stormwind.
The Gryphon's Master was very happy to see him and the gryphon felt the same you could easilly tell. The Gryphon Master gave me quite a scaulding, he had not forgoten how drunk I was when I had left on the newest addition to his flight team. I now have to take the tram for at least half a dozen fortnight...The moral I believe if there is one, and you exclude: "Don't drink and fly!", and "Sleep on the ground!"; is "No matter the smell, always carry Raw Fish!"
It's good to be back!
Right then, of course, I awake to find myself slipping from my comfortable perch atop this powerfull but young gryphon. Allas I roused to late to catch myself and over I went to my doom I though, but one of my new boots, that are "slightly" to large, (no jokes please I'm a gnome my feet are supposed to be small.) caught in its sturrup. Hazzah I was saved...for the mostpart... My tumble gave the inexperieced gryphon quite a start, and he started flying very erraticly. We were way up in the clouds then scraping treetops, one a little to close and my head took quite a blow. I awoke back in the clouds, then desert, clouds, wasteland, clouds...it was like this for what seemed like days.
I didn't regain total conciusness until I was plunged into the sea when the gryphon went after a large Grouper. I suppose flying around all the time with a gnome dangling off of your side would make you hungery eventually. Thankfully the beast landed to eat it's prize grouper, the biggest one I've ever seen, and on a nice soft beach too so the quick decent and sudden impact didn't render me completely incapacitated for the second time. I struggled through the pain to try and get myself free but this startled the gryphon, after being limp for so long he probably thought I had turned undead.
Now I had to endure flying all over Azeroth with no direction or purpose in it's entirety. No slipping in and out of conciousness this time. I did not realise how long gryphons could go with out food. Myself I had been serviving on Curiously Tasty Omelets that I could barelly reach in my pouch. Movement didn't seem to bother my travelling companion when he was in flight, perhaps because I was swaying regardless.
My gryphon was starting to look very thin and I knew my second chance was approaching. Sure enough we were headed back out to Sea. I was sure that I had some raw Rockscale Cod that I had been looking for a recipe for for some time. I lost several items searching my pouches, including the last of my food so I had no choice but to make this work. I had searched all my pouches but one, with no luck. I streched and strained to reach the last pouch but it was just out of my grasp.
For the second time I was plunged in to the sea for the sake of sustannance for my poor exausted gryphon. I had not realized how deep under water I might have been the first time around but it was a good thing I had a potion of underwater breathing. This time it was a Spotted Yellowtail and agian the biggest I had ever seen. Luckily the impact of the dive into the water moved my last pouch just enough so I could reach it. Sure enough the Rockscale Cod was there and I managed to obtain it before we reached shore.
This time I waited until the gryphon finished it's meal and then started by brandishing my offering of Cod. The beast jumped at first but saw and smelt this new fish. It was quite a rank fishy smell, after all it had been with me for some time, but that only seemed to entice the gryphon more. Afterthe gryphon took my Cod I gently pulled my foot free. At last!!! but wait. I had no idea where I was!
After a failed search for my Hearth stone, that must have fallen out of my pouch when I was looking for that smelly Cod, I realised that the young gryphon was my only hope. Slowly I crept up and mounted the gryphon agian and just like I had awakend it's inner-homming pigeon it imediatly took of and we didn't stop or slow until we were back at Stormwind.
The Gryphon's Master was very happy to see him and the gryphon felt the same you could easilly tell. The Gryphon Master gave me quite a scaulding, he had not forgoten how drunk I was when I had left on the newest addition to his flight team. I now have to take the tram for at least half a dozen fortnight...The moral I believe if there is one, and you exclude: "Don't drink and fly!", and "Sleep on the ground!"; is "No matter the smell, always carry Raw Fish!"
It's good to be back!