Entry 3.
A local brewer caught me as I was leavin the inn. Said he wanted help gettin a sort of plant called "Shimmerweed" for his latest brew. I wouldn't be a dwarf if I didn't help! Of course, it wasn't going to be easy. The plant was used by Ice Troll witch doctors, and I needed to steal it from them.
Not too bad, really. Splotch kept an eye out anyway. The trolls weren't all that happy, but I'm a dwarf! There's no backin down from danger when beer's at stake!
... I swear I only had a few mugs. It was on the house after helping get the Shimmerweed, I couldn't decline. Besides, what harm could it do? I was hardly likely to go befriend another bear. Splotch'd kill me.
Well, I had another one of those mornings. You know,
these mornings.
My drunken mind was amused by the fact that there was another splotch. It was more amused when the splotch that was Splotch attacked the new splotch.
Wait. That's a yeti.
And that's a much, much bigger yeti, following behind.
Massive yeti attacks, bear attacks... They have a way of soberin ya up. Fast.
The big arse yeti got a few arrows in its toes and- wait, arrows? Moira's bushy eyebrows, where the fel did this thing come from? I even have arrows, and I didn't even notice 'till now!
Right, right, the yeti. He gave up the chase and I hauled my hung-over arse out of there.
...And immediately got recruited for a new mission! Bloody fel, I'll never be free. More trolls. More freakin trolls. At least this time they weren't little kids, these were big, beefy trolls.
And apparently they like wearing gears as decorations. I think the ice is gettin to their heads.
They obviously had shamans among them - a whole bunch of totems were scattered around. They pulsed green and the mountaineers that had gotten too close where all on the ground, chokin to death.
I whacked the totems a few times and nothing happened, but lighting them on fire worked like a charm. Hah! Fire fixes everything.
I wandered into the more densely populated part of the troll camp and saw some funny lookin guy dancin at a fire. He reacted normally when I shot him, doin the typical roar-and-charge troll greeting, but after a few more shots...
By the elements, that troll is huge! He transformed into some sort of berserker beast, larger than most of the yeti around. I'll never look at another troll the same again!
Thoroughly freaked out by the magical transforming troll of death, I headed back to request a break. As I passed by the Amberstill ranch, however, I heard shouts... And a bunch of trolls ran by on rams!
Hey! I liked those rams!
One had stolen a brown ram and was having trouble... It was either a lazy ram, or a stubborn one. It paced along slowly like it had all the time in the world. Inspired by its very dwarfish attitude, I tried to help release all the stolen rams.
Of course, I had a few problems.
I swear these hills really do want me dead.
I did what I could before hoofin it to the closest settlement. It was a mine, and thank the elements, it had a fire. I waited around a few minutes - hours - to warm up.
Very gritty place. My pa would approve. Splotch thought it was all boring and took a long nap by the fire.
Wouldn't ya know, they had somethin for me to do, too. They wanted me to kill troggs. Smelly, ugly, angry troggs.
A lot of hacking and a trail of dead troggs later, and I was suddenly told to visit the lake nearby. I had to be covered with a layer of trogg gut an inch thick, but they obviously didn't care about that. It wouldn't attract hundreds of bears and leopards or anything like that, noooo.
These hills want me dead.
The lake, once I reached it, was covered in strange chunks of ice and a bunch of splashy water elementals. Splotch and I whacked and shot our way around, chopping up the ice to reveal frozen mountaineers.
Not that difficult, really - and the attacks of the elementals were laughable! I'm a dwarf, do they really think they can freeze me? I can't count how many times I've passed out in the snow with no more cover than my drinking clothes.
I did see something odd on my way back, though - a Dark Iron dwarf running through the snow.
Dark Irons are sort of friendly now, with Moira around, so I shadowed him and arrived at a burnt out building swarming with Dark Iron. They were not at all friendly. When I told the authorities (a couple half-drunk mountaineers) about it, they said that they knew, and before I could complain, shoved me on a gyrocopter bound for a bloody battlefield.
At least I didn't have to fight immediately. First it was just putting out fires. I could hear a heck of a fight going on, though - turns out the Dark Irons aren't that friendly at all. Backstabbers! What is Moira doin?
They'd told me to keep an eye out for a dwarf on a golem, and Splotch ran off as I was putting out a fire - turns out he saw the guy.
Looked pretty impressive, I admit. He was swarmed with mountaineers, though, and I managed to get a couple good shots in - he went down pretty quickly.
Well, I was beat. I headed to Ironforge to talk to Moira's advisors and they started jabbering about conspiracy and traitors - I just wandered off and collapsed in the tavern. Splotch seemed pretty tired as well, so I'll take a few days break for now.
Another excellent read. And agreed on this guy's personality. 
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