Post by Queggy
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Entry 254
Endings:I am old now. I feel it in my bones. The stone will shatter and break. I can only pray that I last long enough to reach Ironforge, or else, I fear that the world may not long outlive me. The things I have seen and done these past weeks have shocked me. Never in all my years as a member of the League did I think to discover something like this, but now that I have, I wish that I hadn't. As I sit here, my back pressed against a tree with no light of a fire for fear of being seen, I hear the earth rumble and shake. It groans in pain. They are coming for me. I will finish writing of my finding and my subsequent escape, and then I will bury this diary in hopes that if I can not return for it, then someone may find it. I only pray that it is not my enemies that do so . . .
It was a only a fortnight ago that I stood on the docks of Booty Bay, my once-reddish hair now turned gray with age and pressed limply against my forehead by the torrential monsoon. The light of a lamp shone dimly through the rain. I hoped it was the dockmaster's quarters.
I stood before the faded and peeling wooden door, it's green pain all but gone. Eaten away by the countless years. Like me. Luckily for me the owner had wisely carved his name in the door instead of painting it on. Sure enough it read Dockmaster Fikbizgot
in a shaky and childish hand. Apparently he wasn't great with a carving knife.
I knocked on the door and waited. Then I waited some more. Still no reply. I knocked again. Finally a window just above me and a tad to the right opened up and a green pointy-eared head poked out. Goblins."Ere! Wha' cha' wantin' at this time of night?"
It yelled in its squeaky voice. It appeared to be aggravated with me. "Can't ya' see a man's tryin' to get some shut-eye 'ere! Come back in tha' mornin'!"
And with that, it shut the window. I sighed. There was nothing for it but to spend the night in the town. Shame. I had been wanting to get on with my exploring.
I headed back up the docks. I thought I had seen an inn on my way in, but I couldn't be sure in this driving rain. Sure enough though, as I stood outside the building, I could see a sign creaking wildly in the wind and reading: The Drunken Dwarf.
Charming . . .
I opened up the door and wave of sound rolled out as a wave of water rolled in."Close tha' door ya' fool!"
"Get out 'o here!"
"Are ya' daft or just a dwarf! Shut it!"
I appeared to be well loved. I maneuvered through the crowd, dodging the insults and the brawling drunkards and soon found myself before a shining wooden counter. I climbed up onto a stool and banged my fist on the wood."Innkeep! Where in ta' all tarnation are ye'!"
I shouted. I thought it best to blend in.
A pink-haired head soon popped above the rim of the counter."Yes sir? How may I help you this fine night?"
It squeaked.
A gnome. That explained the name of the inn."Ah just tha' gnome I was lookin' fer!"
I exclaimed. "I be needin' a bed fer tha' night! Pe'haps ye' could oblige me wit' one?"
The gnome nodded happily."Oh yes sir! For four gold pieces you can share a bed with only one person! Three gold pieces you share with two, two gold pieces you share with three people, and for one gold piece you share with four!"
My eyes bulged. I gasped. I spluttered. I stuttered. Finally I found my voice. "Four gold pieces? Was yer mother a leper gnome? I refuse!"
The gnome proprietor sighed. "I'm sorry sir but we're quite packed as you can see. It's either the prices I mentioned or Tim here shows you the door."
'Tim' appeared to be some Half-Ogre Half-Goblin. A dangerous combination. I sighed. My old bones didn't feel up to a night in the rain, so I handed the gnome four gold pieces. "Up the stairs and second door to your right, sir!"
The gnome said cheerfully.
I stumped up the stairs, hoping that my bedmate wouldn't be some smelly, horrible, snoring monstrosity. I reached my room and opened up the door tentatively. An orc. I groaned. It looked to be a long night.To Be Continued with Part 2 Soon!