Finna's historie and other stories

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Topic/Postby Finna » 02 Jul 2009, 22:42

Finna's historie and other stories

Ah be warnin' y'all... this isnae goin' tae be a SHORT introducshun... oh noo... *smiles* Ye wanna 'ear me story... so 'ere we go.

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Finna was not like other little girls. She didn't like to play with dolls, or make flowerrings to place on their mother's heads. Maybe it's because she had six brothers around her, but Finna liked to climb trees, she liked to do wild things. She liked to fight with her brothers, and she won a great deal too, even though she was a girl and even though she wasn't even the tallest dwarf in the family.

No, Finna was not like other little girls...

She grew up in the vicinity of Kharanos, in a small village near Coldridge Valley. She had a very happy youth, growing up together with her brothers. Her mother was Dorra, a sweet dwarven priest who did everything in her powers to help all who needed her, and her father Dror, a dwarven warrior, who was in the alliance army and helped defend the small village from the trolls that lived not too far away, and once in awhile came rushing in, trying to capture one of their children.

Finna had a great time, playing with her brothers, climbing trees, rushing up and down snowy hills, and playing with her uncle Beyram's big bear Sulphur. The sweet big beast let her and her brothers ride on it's back, growling softly when they kicked him in his sides... he knew they were too young to understand. Until one day he decided they were old enough to understand now, and threw them off. Then he lay down, and placed one big bear paw on top of them, laying them unmovable in the snow, helplessly watching their uncle Beyram laughing his heart out.

They went to school, ofcourse, like other dwarvish children did as well. They learned to read, write, how to speak the difficult, tongue-breaking human language that was used in all corners of the world as common speach. They also learned how to defend themselves, and how to fight. Finna was good at it and got noticed by her teacher.

When the teacher thought the children were ready for it, he chose Finna and some other children out of the group to get further training... and not just unarmed defense skills, but also offensive skills, and they would use real weapons!

It was somewhat of a breakthrough. Not many dwarven females were chosen in those days. Finna was very proud her teacher thought her good enough.

In the years that followed Finna trained and trained and trained, and then came the day the trolls took another chance of attacking the little village.
Her father lead a small party to the north side of the village and Finna begged him to let her help them. Her father looked in doubt, but nodded.

"Ye stay back, an' try ta git tha wans tha' break through. They shoul'be weakened a'ready." he said.
Finna nodded, glad she could and was allowed to help.

She saw her mother stand back as well, standing ready to heal those who needed it, occasionally throwing in an assault with her wand.

Finna was excited. Although it wasn't a very nice situation, she was thrilled. This was real action!

The trolls bursted in, hacking and slashing through the defenses. Dorra healed where she could, once in awhile drinking something and Finna defended her mother as well as she could. She got a very nice axe, small and light, from her father, a present. She loved it, it felt as if it was made especially for her.

A troll came in and made a move at Finna... she didn't see him and was swinging at another intruder who was fighting one of her brothers, when the troll, a rogue, suddenly came from behind and put his dagger deep in her shoulderblade. She cried out in pain, but managed to turn around and cut the troll's throat with her axe before collapsing, forming a nice red spot in the white snow.

When she came around, the first thing that she saw was her mother, holding her hands above her with a greenish glow on them. She felt a strange sensation in her shoulder. It hurt, but not too much, and she could feel the pain being removed.
Slowly, everything started to become more clear again.

Her mother smiled weakly and sat back, glad she could save her daughter.
Finna hugged her and looked around. She felt much better, but what a battlefield... many dwarves were pulling away fallen trolls, giving them proper burrials (since dwarves are kind people and have respect for others, even though those others attacked them. No one should stay lying in the open when dead. Besides, it's not nice to look at).

Finna sighed. What a battlefield...

She turned around when she heard her fathers voice and hugged him.

"Glad yer a'right", she said. Dror nodded and smiled. "Aye... bar it wasnae easy lass... it wasnae easy..." he sighed.

"Father, mother, ah've decided now" Finna said, getting both her father's and mother's attention, "Ah've decided ah want ta help defendin' as well, everywhere. Ah want tae become a warrior as well, like father."

Her father frowned. "Ah woul'be proud o'ya, ya know tha', bar ar'ya sure 'bout this? It be dangerous business, ya know!"

Finna nodded. "Ya, Ah know. Bar it be wha' Ah want, father."

Dror smiled. "Then Ah give ye me blessin's, me daughter. As soon as ye think yer ready, ah'll write y'a note to give tae yer teacher 'ere an' 'e'll have tae give ye permission ta go train in Coldridge Valley. There ye'll receive really good trainin' ta become a true warrior. Ah've been thar tae!", he beamed.

Finna jumped up and down and danced like only the dwarven ladies can dance. She was so happy!
But suddenly she realised that she would have to leave her hometown. That made her a little sad again.

"Aww, dun ya worry lass", her mother said, "Ye kin always come and visit us, dun ya", she smiled.

"Aye, aye, tha's true, aye", Finna smiled.
"Ah'm gonna train mother, and then ah'll come back and defend the village from tha trolls, ah will!"

She rushed to her father who was already writing the note ("aw lass, ah know ya, dun ah", he smiled) and rushed to her teacher who grinned when he saw her coming in, waving the note like a berserker and stottering to tell him what her father had said.

The teacher smiled. "Aye lass. Ah will sign tha'note. In fact, ah think ye'll be very good fer tha'trainin'! Ah wish ya well, lass, ye were a good student an' ah 'ope ye'll find yer new trainin' excitin'."

"Ah know tha' fer certain a'ready master!" Finna yelled after she hugged her teacher goodbye and rushed out again.

In the days that followed, Finna packed her things and could hardly wait, and yet she was a bit sad she had to leave here.

But then, the time had come.
Almost the whole small village had come together to wave goodbye to Finna, who stood in tears at the gate, hugging her parents, her brothers, and everyone dear to her, which happened to be almost the entire village.

Then, finally, she turned around and started walking, constantly looking back and waving, until she came to the turn in the road and couldn't see her village anymore...

She started walking, towards her new destiny, a long walk through the snowy mountains.

Suddenly happy, she started singing a happy tune, not knowing that she would never see her small village again...
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Topic/Postby Finna » 12 Oct 2009, 13:29

Finna walked and walked and walked. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, here and there a rabbit hopped and the snow was blinding white. Finna enjoyed. The road was full of snow yet still quite easy to walk on.

She climbed up on a hill and looked over a valley. The hills she stood on looked steep. Good enough to be able to “climb” down from, but Finna knew that they were too steep to climb back on to. She shrugged. Oh well, when she went back she’d go the right way, over the road. She smiled.

The weather was great. She felt great. And with a “YAAHHHOOOO!!!!!” she jumped up, landed on her bottom, and slided down the hills, landing in a troop of troggs, who made funny sounds and ran away startled when she landed. Laughing, Finna stood up, only to look at the face of a very surprised, somewhat annoyed, looking dwarf.

Finna looked around. She landed in the middle of a small, round, piece of mud, with a few dwarves on it (that also looked surprised at her) and some sort of wagon. Around it was a fence, and ofcourse a lot of snow.

“OI lass! Are y’always introducin’ yerself like tha’?”, a heavy, bronze voice came from behind her. It was the dwarf that she had seen first. He had a long, brown beard and kind of not-to-friendly looking eyes. Finna wasn’t too sure she liked him.

“Ah’m sorry, master”, she replied, “Ah slid down tha hill an’ landed ‘ere. Twasnae ma intention tae startle y’all.”

“Startled? Ah’m nae startled!”, the dwarf replied. “Ah’m, erm, jus’a bit surprised.”, he said, with quite an uneasy look on his face. Finna heard the other dwarfs giggle in their beards. This made the brown bearded dwarf slightly mad and he stamped back to the fence that he was before.

“Nae ye mind ol’Longbeard, lass”, a friendly looking dwarf with a shorter black beard said, “‘E tinks ‘e’s always bein’ pestered, bar ah dunnae why…” He laughed. “Well, ya be very welcome ‘ere, little wan.”

Finna smiled and turned to the angry dwarf. “Ah didnae mean bad, master. Please dun be mad.” The dwarf rose an eyebrow and mumbled an approval under his breath.

After Finna had settled in she went to the square again to finally begin her training. The angry dwarf, now not so angry anymore, greeted her.

“Greetin’s tae ya, lass! Tae begin yer trainin’ with, ya hav’ tae learn how tae use yer axe.” He handed her a training axe. She much rather had used her own, but Longbeard told her he wanted her to use that one, to be sure she learned the right moves.

“Now, let’s see how ye hold the weapon, lass.” he said. After Finna learned to hold it well (it was indeed a bit different then she had used to do it, but it felt better, indeed, and much sronger in her hand), the master gave her an assignment.

“Lass”, he said, “Ah want ya tae git me sum wolves meat.” She looked surprised. “Aye, wolves meat. Dun ya look so surprised, lass, ye gotta learn how tae use that axe as a cutting weapon as well! Or dae ya wanna be walkin’ ’round witta cuttin’knife as well as an axe, hmm?”

Finna nodded and went on her way. Off the hill, she saw some wolves. Strangly enough, they did not even attack, until she attacked one of them. Oh, it did attack alright!

It was a great fight, but she managed. She even managed to cut off a piece of meat.
In the hour that followed, she hunted even more wolves. Let’s not get into what some of the poor beasts looked like after she had finnished with them… needless to say she didn’t much meat from some of them…

Finna went back, a bag full of wolves meat, she herself, red from the wolves blood, skin and meat everywhere, she smelled bad…

Longbeard bursted out laughing when he saw her. “Y’have a lot tae learn, still, little lass… bar y’have tha meat, an’ tha be tha most important fer now!”

He took the meat and showed her some gloves. “‘Ere… choose one, it be yer reward fer taday fer doin’ tha best ya could an’ fer doin’ such a great job! Oh… an’ fer gettin’ yerself so dirty!” He laughed out loud.

Finna blushed and looked at the gloves. One was made of mail and looked the strongest. She chose that one.

“Ah, a good choice, little one!” Longbeard said. “Now… go tae yer sleepin’ place and get yerself fresh. Then we’ll hav a nice wolves steak fer diner inna minute!”

That evening, everyone enjoyed the wolves steaks, from the wolves meat, catched by Finna.
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Topic/Postby Finna » 16 Oct 2009, 16:57

Finna had been in Coldridge Valley for some time now. She had learned how to wield an axe properly and had learned some new tricks.

One day she was just walking around, minding her own business, when she heard someone calling her name.

“Finna! OI! Come ‘ere ya lass! Ah be needin’ yer ‘elp!”

Finna looked around and saw Ironthumb, the shortbearded dwarf, stand at the side of the square. When she was near him, he spoke. And he spoke fast. He always spoke fast. “Oi lass, ah need ye tae bring this tae me friend o’er thar”, on which he pointed behind him to somewhere in the distance, “jus’ follow tha road, iffin ye see ‘im standin’ in front o’is tent, ye be thar.”

Finna nodded and went on her way. She followed the road, untill she heard a yell and saw several people coming out of Anvilmar. They ran towards Finna and she became afraid a bit. But they ran past her, shouting at her to follow them, and something about someone being in danger.

She started running with them, axe ready.
There, at the bottom of the hill, was the strangest sight she’d ever saw, untill then.

It was not that there were several troggs fighting, but it was more the person they were fighting with. Small, bald, big ears… nothing like she’d ever seen before…

She woke up from her wonderings by the low, loud voice of Boomtongue, who shouted “C’mon lads!”, and then he saw Finna, “erm, an’ lasses! Fight them! Kill them! Save tha little wan! Kill a lot o’them an’ Ah’ll reward ya well!”

Finna felt the rage coming up and dove into the crowd of troggs. She hit them here, and slashed there, and killed a lot of the little monsters.
With all of them fighting, they took them down fairly easily.

Then, suddenly, the fight was over, and Boomtongue picked up the little creature, now lying unconsious in his arms, and carried it with him, inside Anvilmar, where he carefully lay it on the warm floor next to the big fireplace in the middle.

Durken, who trained first aid to the students, came rushing in with bandages, herbs and potions. He knelt down next to the little creature.

“Oi thar, littel wan”, Durken said, “Op’n yer eyes, me friend. Com’on, ye kin dae it!” Slowly, he poured a bit of a major healing potion into the mouth of the creature.

“Master, what is it?” Finna asked. They all looked at her strangely. “Well, itbe a major healin’ potion, lass…”
“Nae, master, Ah mean tha’ little man, lyin’ on tha floor!”, Finna said.
The first aid trainer laughed. “Och lass, ye be sayin’ ye never saw a gnome before?”
Finna looked surprised. “Ah suppose nae then master”, she replied. “Tha’ be a gnome? Bar Ah’ve never seen anywan other then us dwarven kin. Ah’ve heard o’them o’course!” She looked at the gnome curiously. He was so small!

The gnome slowly started to open his eyes.
Then, startled, his eyes opened wide, and he screamed. “HELP!”

“Nae, nae, little friend, dun ya worry, we saved ya from tha troggs.” Durken said.

The gnome then smiled, reassured, and fell into a deep sleep. Durken told then all to go outside and leave the gnome alone for a bit, to rest.

Finna suddenly remembered that she still had an assignment, looked at the gnome once more and started walking out.

Outside, she was called by Boomtongue, who had seen her fight the troggs and gave her a compliment and some copper coins as reward.

Finna followed the road untill she came to a tent. A dwarf stood by a fire on the ground.

As she gave him the mail, the dwarf nodded. “Aye lass, thankee fer yer bringin’me tha mail, bar ah’m afraid dis wan isnae fer me. Tis fer me mate thar, in tha camp at the end o’ tha road!”

“Ah”, Finna said, “Thankee. Then Ah’ll go thar.”, and started to walk away.
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Topic/Postby Finna » 19 Oct 2009, 09:31

A few years passed...

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A white, snowy world… the winds streamed and took cold, icy air with it, through villages, through woods, over hills…
The few people that dared to go outside were packed in thick clothes and had their cloaks around them tightly… Animals had sought shelter, and those that were out hunting walked against the wind, their heads low, eyes half closed against the icy, snowy streams of air…

In this land, this icy cold land, a soft crying was heard. In the middle of a few snowhills, on top of some craterlike hole in the snowmountains, a little snowhill was crying.
Or no… there was someone sitting there, covered in snow, crying her little dwarven heart out. Red hair peaked through white pieces of snow, and the tears started to freeze already on her cheeks…

Finna just said there… just sat there and looked down. Looked down, on what once had been her hometown, her little village.
Once a lively, warm town, people walking about, fires, stoves and forges burning and keeping them all warm, there now was… nothing. A big, white, cold, nothing. The village had been burned to the ground… Everything was black… with a thick layer of white snow covering it.
Finna dared not go down… she saw her parent’s house and saw the rampage that had been going on there… She cried. For minute, hours even, she just sat there, and cried, watching the horror below her…

Suddenly, the tears stopped. The trance went away, and another sort of mist came in front of her eyes. The mist of anger. Rage. Rage of what the trolls had done to her family. Her parents, her brothers… her uncle. His bear. The rage grew heavier. Her neighbours. All the nice people of the village. All… dead.

But also the rage stopped after time. She knew she could do nothing to get them back. They were gone, forever. She sighed and stood up, looked at the burned down village one last time and walked back to where she came from.

She had been so looking forward to visit everyone, to tell them of her progress, of joining the king’s Guard, how proud she was of that! She had found the road to the village, but had been wondering already why she heard no one… and then, she saw… that. The horror…

Finna walked back to Coldridge Valley and asked around for information, who had seen anything, to please tell her, tell her something, let her know what had happend to her village! Word came that there was one old dwarf, who now lived far away in the woods, not seen again by anyone, who knew more about it.

Off she went. Finna Stonecleaver, captain of the Mithril Guard, packed her axe and left for a long and dangerous journey. Through the snow, she went, through the streaming cold air, with the marks of the frozen tears still on her cheeks.

She walked and walked and walked, untill finally, when she was just about to give up, she saw something. It looked no more then a hill, but there was something strange to it. The snow was thinner. And Finna knew, that if that was the case, then the ground below it must be warmer.

She walked to it and yes, indeed, there was an entrance to an underground house, and the hill she had seen, had been the roof of the house. Unseen to anyone not looking for it, this was the perfect hiding space.

Finna carefully looked down into the entrance. She said “‘ello?” into the entrance but nothing happened. She also didnt see anyone. Carefully and step by step she went in. The fire was lit and it was nice and warm inside. A rug was lying before the fireplace and there were a table with two chairs on one side, strangly enough on the other end of the room as where the fireplace was, and a nothing but the rug near the fireplace. She wondered why that was. Stairs led down and Finna wondered if she should go further down. Her curiousity won. She went down but only ended up in the celler. Here was a bed and some guns. And again, a large place where nothing stood, and a rug.

Suddenly Finna heard a sound coming from above and she quickly went up, while grabbing her axe. But she was too late. A huge white bear caught her on top of the stairs and sent her together with it tumbling down the stairs again. Dizzy from the fall she heard a voice call down: “Snow? Snow? Wha’ ye got thar laddy, come, take it oop ‘ere!”

Still dizzy, she tried to get away, but the bear took her in his teeth, not uncarefully, she had to admit that, and took her back up, where it put her in front of an old dwarf, who looked at her angrily.

“Wha’ ye be thinkin’ tae jus’ come in like tha’ an’ also go down me property, ey?”, he bursted.

Finna came around again and realised that indeed she had done something the owner of the house probably hadn’t liked.

“Ah’m very sorry sah bar ah think ah was lookin’ fer ya”, she said.
“Ye THINK ye were lookin’ fer meh, lass? Wha’, ye lost yer mem’ry o’sumtin?” he glared.

Finna looked at him. “Ah ‘eard thar was wan dwarf who still knew ’bout wha’ ‘appened tae me village, sah. Ah’m sorry ah went intae yer house bar ah really wanted tae find tha’ person an’ ah really ‘ope yer ‘im…”, she said, as tears welled up in her eyes again.

The looks on the man’s face first hardened when Finna spoke of the village, but then softened when she started to cry. “Noo, noo lass… ‘ave a seat… an’ take it easy, ah nae wanted tae ‘ave ye eat’n by Snowy ‘ere… Noo Snow, let ‘er go lad!”, the old dwarf said.
The bear promptly let her go, and she stumbled on the rug. The man helped her up, gave her a handkerchief and put her on a chair. He took the other one himself. Somehow he reminded her of someone… His bright red hair and the gentle look on his face somehow reminded him of her father and she grew sad again.

While she looked at him, the man suddenly also had a look of rememberance and recognition on his face… but then grew stern again. The bear went to lie down on the rug and now Finna realised why there was such a big space of nothing in front of the fireplace and by the bed.

“Noo then lass… tell meh wha’ ye knoo”, he said. And Finna told him. She told him of how she had left the village, and how she had wanted to go see them again, and how she found the village there… she started crying again.

“An’ s…so, s…sah, they told meh ah could find ye ‘ere, if…iffin ye be tha’ dwarf, tha’ is…” she stottered.

The old dwarf smiled wearily. “Aye lass… ah be tha’ dwarf. Ah’ll tell ye all ah knoo…” And with that, the old dwarf started to tell Finna all that had happened. How one day the trolls had come. How the warriors of the village had fought alongside the hunters that had sent their pets forward and shot from the bridges, how the rogues walked around the group of trolls and attacked them in the back… how the priests and paladins had helped healing and fighting… but all for nothing. The trolls were stronger this time… this time, they won… The man sighed, while thinking back to that time with tears in his eyes.
He had feignted his death… his beautifull bear, however, did not have to feign… he cried now too.

“In tha’ time ah feinted, ah also passed oot… bar nae before ah saw sum people taken away by tha trolls… ah dunnae wha’ they were gonna dae tae them… after ah got me consiousness back, ah was alone… naewan in tha village, naewan alive, tha’ is… bar so many dead… ah burried all o’them… includin’ me own family, lass.” He sniffled and looked into the distance.

But suddenly he was back and looked at her straightly. “Bar, lass, please tell me who ye be, ’cause ah’m sure ah see sumtin in yer face ah know…”

“Me name be Finna, sah. Finna Stonecleaver.” she said, and watched in horror as the old man gasped so deep he went into a terrible coughing attack.
She helped him and gave him some ale.
*Cough* “Thank ye lass…”, *Cough* “Oh lass, lass, tha’ this be true, tha’ this be true… Och! Forces o’nature be thanked!”

She looked at him, puzzled.
“Lass,” the old man said, “Ah am yer uncle Beyram!”

[to be continued... very soon! ;)]
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Topic/Postby Finna » 21 Oct 2009, 08:29

The world shook and swayed and a thick layer of mist suddenly lay over Finna’s eyes… she was in shock. She grabbed a chair and sat down on it.

Both she and the old dwarf sat there, just looking at each other, and they could not believe what they had just discovered.

“Yer… mah uncle?”, Finna started carefully, after the world became a little clearer again.

“Aye lass…”, Beyram said, shaken too, “Iffin ye be Finna Stonecleaver then yer fatha’ was me brother… aye.”, he nodded. It was an emotional moment.
Finna thought he was dead and now there he sat… her uncle, alive and well, who hid all those years from everyone, trying to drown his sorrows in the white landscape he lived in.

Ofcourse they hugged each other and then went to sit for a drink.
When the shock had gone away a bit, they started talking. About the old days, about what had happened, how they both hated the trolls, and about Beyram’s life so far.

“Och lass”, the old dwarf said, “Me beaufifull bear Sulphur… ‘e gave ‘is life tae protect oos from tha trolls…”, he sighed. “Ah walked around fer a wee while missin ‘im, bar then ah found Snowy ‘ere, in a hole in tha snow, whinin’ ‘is ‘eart out. We ‘ad a connection at once, ya know. O’course ah still missed Sulphur, bar this’n… oh this little bundle o’white fur in me arms…”, the old dwarf had his eyes closed now and was rocking his arms like he held a little baby in it. Finna smiled as Beyram opened his eyes again and beamed a smile towards her. “Ah called ‘im Snowfur, guess why”, he laughed, “Bar ah usually call’im Snowy. Tha’s shorter, y’know!”, he grinned.

Finna nodded. “So, lass”, Beyram said, “Wha’have ya been up tae these years?” and Finna told her story, untill some time ago, untill she joined the Guard. “An’ then, uncle, then ah came tae Ironforge, tha’ big city where tha king be! Ah even saw tha king then, twas tha first time an’ ah felt so proud!”, she smiled. “Ah also saw a few dwarfs in sum sort o’uniform an’ ah followed them. They went intae an inn an’ ah didnae dare follow them, bar then sum left an’ ah sneaked up an’ had a look. Bar thar was wan left thar an’ ‘e saw meh an’called meh in. ‘T was chief Gant, an’ we talked a bit, an’ ‘e told meh they were the king’s guards. Wha’ ‘e told meh, uncle, tha’ was wha’ ah wanted! Tae serve an’ protect, as ya callit! They protect tha king an’ Ironforge, also ‘gainst tha trolls, uncle!”, with that, her uncle’s eyes seemed to burn with fire.

“Against tha trolls, ey?”, he said, angry.

“Aye, uncle… bar nae jus’ tha trolls alone, o’course.” Finna told her uncle about everything she had done with the Guard already, how much they had become like a family to her. Beyram looked pleased that his neice had found such a nice guild to stay in.

“Och! Uncle! Dun ya feel alone ‘ere?”, Finna asked. “Aye lass, tha’ ah dae, bar ah didnae felt at ‘ome in tha’ big town where everwan looked at meh tae know wha’ ‘appened, an’ with those “we’re sorry” looks in their eyes…”

“Ah can imagine”, mumbled Finna. “Bar dun ye wanna come with meh tae Ironforge then? Ah’m sure people nae look at ye naemore these days, an’ p’haps, iffin ye want o’course, tha Thane has sumtin tae dae fer ya in tha Guard!”

“Och lass”, the old dwarf said, “Wha’ can ah dae… ah’m old, ah’m nae gud fer a military force ‘nymore.”

“Hmm”, said Finna, “Ah’ll talk tae ‘er an’ p’haps she knows sumtin outside fightin’. Ye can still hunt, can’t ya?”, she asked, on which Beyram nodded.

Finna walked out, shaking a paw with Snowfur, who started to like her already, now he noticed that his master liked her so much.

“Ah’ll be back shortly!”, she yelled, and mounted her ram who she had tied to a tree nearby.

With all the speed her ram’s legs could give, she raced towards Ironforge, where she thought the Thane should be.

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((I didn't yet get any further than this but I hope to be able to continue the story very soon...))
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