One step closer to the full ‘Dex

I have a certain respect for the mo’arg. The engineer dudes, not the beefy mooks. They’re smart, they’re dangerous and their appearance incites terror. When you see a mo’arg going at you, you know you’re in trouble. Sure, they’re going a little extreme with the whole “replacing body parts with machines” thing, but everyone has got their own little obsession. I must admit, mine is probably collecting. Not pixelated monsters in a tiny hand-held device, not cards or teddy bears – collecting people. The more varied and stranger their races, the better. Just seeing all kinds of creatures working together fills a certain, warped sense of collectorship in my mind. And I always wanted to have one of these – the mo’arg. I worked with, and fought, Sal’salabim so I know what they’re capable of. But only recently I got the chance to get one of them in my employ.

Character Profiles: Riktal Bluefingers

Riktal during her visit to Frostfire Ridge

Name: Riktal, daughter of Tagal, of the Frostwolf Clan
Race: Orc
Gender: female
Age: 21
Class: Mage (frost)
Professions: herbalism, inscription
Religion: Shamanism
Alignment (per D&D): Chaotic Neutral
Traits (per CK2): quick, ugly, shy, kind, just, diligent

Character Profiles: Podric

Not written by Podric’s player

Name: Podric, alternatively spelled as Poddric. No family name.
Race: Human
Gender: male
Age: 23
Class: Mage (fire)
Professions: enchanting, tailoring
Religion: Holy Light
Alignment (per D&D): True Neutral
Traits (per CK2): quick, slothful, shy, honest, content, kind, just

Not quite home

As you may or may not know, I sent Riktal through my dimensional rift recently, and she returned with information on some kind of version of Draenor on the other side. The information she relayed to me did not, however, make much sense considering what I knew about the planet from my own youth. She appeared in a place called “Frostfire Ridge”, which as far as I’m aware, never existed on Draenor, but appeared to have some elements of Blade’s Edge Mountains, pulled out and stretched, with random lands put in-between to fill out the gaps. What I learned looked like someone wanted to just redesign Draenor according to his own whims, established past be damned. If that is all indeed Kairozdormu’s meddling, it’s going far beyond what I would ever expect possible of him.

Frostfire Ridge

Recently, Krasha reactivated some kind of magical rift he once had in his basement. I am told he used this to get into some other timeline that he then couldn’t get out of. Naturally, I doubted at least a large part of the story he told us, as did everyone else. Would you believe if your absent-minded employer told you a story about how he saved an alternate timeline and personally healed Jaina Proudmoore from a poison inflicted on her by Kel’thuzad himself? It sounds like a pretty tall story… until you get to realize it’s all true. Or at least it’s mostly true, as I recently had the chance to experience this alternate timeline, albeit from a completely different angle.

I moved. Again.

You may have noticed my talk about the gold I won recently, and the tower I began to build where I’m hosting my alchemy business. So over the weeks, the construction work was slowly progressing and right now the building is almost finished. Almost, and yet I’m already living in it because of certain problems that arose on the way. Because of the same problems, I had to quickly hire some basic staff already and in the end, living here right now feels a bit… incomplete.