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((Yup, another hunter journal. Except I'm not doing a pet challenge this time. Instead it's just going to be pets that I want to tame. xD And it's going to update perhaps more, and definitely in shorter entries. By the by, this guy doesn't care how he spells, so he's going to be shortening words a bit.))

Entry 1.

I'll give ya a quick rundown of what I woke up to today and that'll show ya why this ain't any longer than it is.

This is what I woke up to.



"'Oy," I thought, "that'sa funny looking brown splotch, that is." Can ya tell I'd had a bit too much to drink? Well, soon as my vision started clearin up, it started lookin a lot more bear-like and a lot less splotch-like.



"Where's yer mam?" I asked it, somehow expecting a bloody bear to answer me. I happened to notice he was lookin past me, or maybe I was just that drunk...



"Oh. There's yer mam."



I sobered up real quick then. Grabbed for my musket and, wouldn't ya know, it was gone. Some damned yeti probably ate it. My axe was off in the snow a ways. Like any good, respectable dwarf, I chose to hoof it. Grabbed the cub by the scruff and tossed him forward. He'd warned me bout his lovely mother's presence after all, might as well bring him along. Also grabbed my axe as I ran by, I wouldn't be a dwarf if I left it.



Even the drunkest, most hungover dwarf can run like a ram if he wants. I was out of there.



I think I'm gunna sit down for a bit. Head's poundin, need to get a new musket, and damn it all, this is my friend's axe, not mine. Where in Bronzebeard's name is my axe? What the fel am I doing with my buddy's axe? And what am I gunna do with this stupid fuzzball of a bear?

Times like this make me think I need to lay off the booze.

XD That was a fun little read Lupis. Looking forward to more.

Approved already. xD

Entry 2.

Made it to Anvilmar after gettin my bearings back. Pretty hard to convince the lass there that the bear was with me, but I managed. Besides, he just ended up flopping down by the fire. My head still hurt, so I joined him.



I guess I'd forgotten just how cold I was. Passin out in the snow can do that to ya. I still can't remember what I drank, but I want more.
...On second thought, maybe not. Next time I might end up befriending one of those smelly troggs. Besides, I'd lost my musket. It wasn't family heirloom or anything, just some gun I'd bought for a few coins, but those coins could have been spent on more ale. And anyway, a family heirloom? In MY family? I may have lost a few dozen guns in my day, but when it comes to drinkin, they make me look like some fancy wine-sipping elf.
Didn't matter anyway. Anvilmar had a few gun racks around, and I took my pick. I think there were names on them, but I was so hung over I couldn't read! Well, that's my story anyway.



One of the locals noticed that I had a gun and a pet and told me to go hunt. Apparently Anvilmar is running out of meat and fur, but the forest sure wasn't running out of boars and wolves. The bear - I've started to call him Splotch for nostalj nostelgi memory's sake - had a grand old time chasing down the boars, nibbling on their haunches before I could collect em. Damned bear. Still, it helped clear my head. Nothin like a good hunt after passing out in the snow.
The wolf hunting was...
I had to kill puppies. My pap would hate me for sayin it, but I hate killin pups. They're still young and fuzzy, lots of life left ahead of them. Well, until I get to them.



Poor pups.
I brought the supplies back anyway, and they apparently thought that made me some hero. Maybe they're just desperate, I dunno. Whatever the reason, they said I should to help with the troll problem. Right, the trolls. I'd nearly forgotten bout them, the troggs seem like a bigger danger. Maybe just smellier. I headed out to slay some Frost Trolls, feeling pretty good.

...

Children.
I was supposed to kill little children trolls.
Couldn't do it. I saw one that had been killed by a trogg and I knew I couldn't.



((No, really, they're kids that you need to kill. The Soothsayers call them children, and they're tiny.))
Luckily, the kids were pretty unobservant, and I snuck into the big troll cave. It was filled with aggressive adult trolls.



Magni's greataxe, why do I make my life so hard? At least kids won't slit your throat and sacrifice you to some crazy snow snake or somethin like that. They seemed surprised enough to see me, though, and it gave me an edge.
Funny thing - they had a fire elemental down there. It was apparently not bein very nice, and there were a bunch of crispy trolls around it. Splotch decided that he wanted to fight it, or maybe he just wanted to try roast troll... whatever his reasoning, he charged in.



Stupid bear. We made it out without major injury, but his fur is a bit charred.
By that point, I just wanted out of the entire Anvilmar area. No more puppy and kid killin for me. I didn't even bother informin them that I'd dealt with a hefty chunk of the trolls, I just left.
Or... Almost left.



Of course. The bloody mine was caved in. Because these hills want me dead.
Ended up going back to Anvilmar and catching a Gryocopter over the mountains. A bit of a pain, though - the gnome that owned the thing said that I could only take the bare essentials, which would mean beer, food, and cloaks. I, however, have a bloody heavy bear cub to tote around. I had to leave both the food and the cloaks behind.



That was it. I needed a nap. Hopefully there's less child slaying in the days ahead.

This had me grinning all the way through Lovely take on a dwarf's personality. Looking forward to more

Another excellent read. And agreed on this guy's personality.

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.

Haha, I'm totally loving this thread Lupis! Really loving your dwarf's personality, actually makes me happy I rolled my shaman as a dwarf. XD (Bf's shaman is Thunderkeg so my fem sham is Barmaid. )

Agreed, well done
Reading this and hearing it in a male dwarf's voice is a good thing, right?

I love this guy. He has so awesome, and has surprising depths. Refusing to kill baby trolls, savig rams? It's neat.

Varethyn - Yes! It's a very good thing! That's the effect I wanted it to have!

Azu - Yaaay! I wanted him to be all that you'd expect from a dwarf, but maybe a little more.

Tyger - Dwarves are awesome. They're my favorite race to play, even though I like how tauren look more. They're just... awesome.

The first four pictures had me giggling right from the start.

I love this, Lupis. *Sits down to wait for more*

((Wooo, disappeared on you. A short update is all I have for now, I'm afraid, but I have a lot more screenshots ready for the next few.))

Entry 4.

Ya know how I mentioned gettin called at whenever I left a tavern? Happened again. Walked out to get a breath of fresh air and got a earful from some rat-arsed drunk mountaineer. Shouted somethin about headin to Loch Modan before passin out in the snow. I considered leaving him there, but then I took a look at Splotch and decided that maybe he'd be better off safe in bed. Splotch, being an overactive and spontany- stonteny- spontni- random bear cub, decided that the mountaineer deserved a chomp on the leg, the little devil.
I didn't get far out of the tavern before another damned mountaineer called at me. I just walked by, but he mentioned Loch Modan again and I gave in. Besides, I may be a pure-blooded dwarf, but I was gettin a little sick of all the snow. Splotch would probably enjoy it, too.



See this? That's the place I'd spend my entire life if I was followin what my pa always told me. I'd probably be a mountaineer, and who knows, I'd probably be better for it! Hangin out with a bunch of friends and shootin randomly while drunk off yer arse? To my pa, paradise. I dunno, though. I was sittin there, a little tipsy after a few tankards, starin at Splotch and then looking out into the woods... Don't think I'd be real happy. There's gotta be more to life out there.
Ha! Listen to me ramble. There is more to life and it's called politics. Politics is there to move you right along to death, usually with a couple daggers in yer back and a bloody great spear in yer chest.
Hunting took my mind off things. Well, that and a few more tankards. It was gnoll hunting, which was a bit of a problem, seeing as I'd never even heard of the things. Luckily there was a sign post nearby with a picture of them.



That's a face only a mother could love. Wait, what am I sayin? I'm a DWARF! Face like a fist with a beard! I set out to hunt. They were pretty easy to find, loud buggers - screeching and laughin. Weird.



By Magni's crystal beard, what the fel is - how - what- eerrrghhh. The poster did not do gnolls justice.
While I was chopping away at the beasts, I happened to stumble upon a cave. Splotch decided that he hated it and wouldn't enter, so I peered in. Sittin inside was a Dark Iron, pokin at a campfire with a stick.



He didn't look too aggressive... I approached, and was proven wrong. Splotch decided it was time to play hero again and threw himself into the dwarf, knocking the poor sod into the fire. I killed him pretty quickly after that. Turns out he was hoarding some sort of document from Thelsamar, with a whole lot of information that I figured the Dark Irons really didn't need to know. There was also a book with a bunch of different locations jotted down in it - I kept it. Might as well check them all out.

I hadn't even returned the documents to the officials when some bloody useless mountaineer ran up. I swear, that's all they do! Run up and recruit other people to do their work! If I was a mountaineer, I'd- Right, on topic. He wanted me to deal with a kobold infestation. I'd been told stories about them, and I'd seen a few pictures, but I'd never seen a live one. Splotch and I actually hurried to the infested cave instead of meanderin like usual.



Okay, what is it with this land and ugly as fel creatures? Blech! It looked vaguely rat-like, but no rat is that ugly- nor that stupid. It really was threatenin me with a fish and a leg of mutton. I killed it just to put the thing out of its misery! Splotch, of course, stole the fish and the mutton.
The kobold cave was right next to one of the locations in the book, too. Some cave apparently guarded by a spider "As big as two dwarves." Hah, right. I've seen some mighty big spiders, but I highly doubt any will be able to scare me off.



...Eeep...
Splotch showed me what for and charged the thing, roaring his little cub head off. I managed to pry myself off the wall and help. For a huge spider, it had a weak body, and a few shots had it crumpled. Twitching. Ergh. I grabbed the documents and hoofed it.
...Only to be knocked over by a MASSIVE bear. In hindsight, it really wasn't that massive - big for a full grown bear, maybe, but I'm gettin used to Splotch's miniature size. Really puts his bravery into perspective, 'specially when he charged right at the huge beast and whacked it on the nose for laying a claw on me.



Enough was enough. I high tailed it back to Thelsamar and demanded a room in the inn. A nice, warm bed was a beautiful prospect.
Apparently Splotch was thinking the same. He happily took up the entire bed, and refused to move no matter how much I shoved.



Oh well. The floor by the fireplace was free...

xD hehe, love it. Very creative ^^
Also, Splotch. Nuff said.

I love this journal so much. ^_^ Can't wait for more.
Between playing my dwarf shaman on Uther (<3 Barmaid) and reading this, I really want to set up an RP dwarf. :3

After all his heroism I think Splotch deserved a turn in a soft bed. Besides, I hear sleeping on the floor builds character...
Amusing read, and love the screenies

((Sorry for the long break!))

Entry... somethin.

Ya know, I think there's a job out there with this description:
"Stand, sit, or lay outside any tavern or inn. Drink heavily. Wait for strong looking people to leave and shout loudly until you have their attention, then pretend you have authority and order them to do something that you really should have done yourself. If they ignore you, shout more. If they acknowledge the order, then have a celebratory drink. Repeat."
I take it you can figure out what happened to me this morning.
More kobolds today. As kobolds go they were strong enough, casters, wigglin their fingers and throwin fireballs at me. Got a few bruises throwin myself into walls to get away from them, but I managed to get to the back of the cave. Had to kill their foreman, so I kept an eye out for anyone lookin important...



The fel is a gnoll doin in a kobold cave? Strangely enough, he was givin all the orders. Had to be the foreman. I took him out, but he shouted somethin about murlocs... I figured I might as well give the nearest shoreline a look around, make sure the murlocs weren't up to somethin. Turns out some other dwarf had the same idea. She wasn't a mountaineer of course, because no self respectin mountaineer has actually lifted a finger to help... Anyway, she told me about glands that murlocs have and told me to collect them. I was already there, so I helped her out.



What is it with me and kids?! I swear, if I'm not killin them, I'm orphanin them! At least it looked like they had communal families, so to speak. Still... It wasn't any fun gettin those glands.
The atmosphere, I admit, didn't really help. There was a bloody huge dead thing sittin in a pond nearby. Splotch kept turning away from the murlocs to check it out, and I had to haul his giant furry arse away every time.



Right, glands. Apparently they have a certain stench that makes murlocs go blood crazy. I dunno, it just made me feel kinda disgusting. Splotch loved them and wanted to roll all over them. The lass had a great idea though - find the gnoll ambassador and spray him with murloc juice. (Errgh, did I just write "murloc juice"?) 'Course, I had to dress up like a bush to do it, but a few bones managed to keep Splotch from laughin at me.



Worked like a charm.
I took my leave but quickly stumbled upon a lodge. It was filled with hunters, so I stopped by.



That lad is a dunderhead.
Anyway. I met a gnome at the lodge that wanted to make a flyin mechanostrider. I thought he was crazy as a yeti, but it gave me a chance to do some huntin. He had me out hunting eagles within moments.



...Ya know, maybe a flyin mechanostrider isn't such a bad idea. I'd give my liver to fly like that.
He wasn't done with me after I'd brought him some nice feathers. Now he wanted me to go to his old work station and pick up a rare gadget from an old invention of his. I figured it'd just be some little house, but no, course not. It was a cave. And it was filled with insane metal fowl.



Eventually I just took ta whacking them 'till they were dented enough to stop attacking. Shootin them never worked. It was slow goin, but we made it up to where the first version of the Skystrider was.



It was kind of sad, actually. I know robots aren't alive, but I have to feel like it missed out when it was destroyed. It never got to fly.
...What kind of dwarf am I? Bah! Enough sentiment. I got the gadget from it and took off. While the gnome was working, I got a letter from Amberstill Ranch - apparently they wanted to pay me back for gettin their rams back. When I got down there, I found that they were sellin the brown one - the one that was wandering around slowly and bugging its troll master. There was no way I was lettin that opportunity pass up. That ram was mine.



I think I'll name him Meander.

I love this guy. ^_^ Glad you're still continuing it.

I won't give up on it yet! I have a lot of hopefully interesting events planned!

Yay!