no magic yet

After I had arrived in Kharanos, Maxan welcomed me with an open arm (with the other one he had to hold his pants!) and taught me the ferst lesson of bein’ a good dwarven priest: Always say yes, when yer offered a drink!

so we sat down and I told him about eeev’rything that I had lernt from Aunt Nissa in Ironforge and all about why I wanted to be a priest in the ferst place. Many beers later Maxan had forgotten about all of it but taught me the second lesson of being a good dwarven priest: “When yer too drunk to remember anything, keep drinking until ye pass out!
That’s what Maxan did then. I went along and talked to Innkeeper Belm, who game me me very ferst Hearthstone. Those things are mighty cool, ye know? Back then we could only use ‘em once in a full hour, though. I played with me frog all night because I couldn’t sleep.

In the morning Belm knew nothing of me and I had to re-introduce meself and explain to him that he already had the belt buckles. After that, we began training immediately and Maxan showed me how to use me fists in a real fight. He always said to stay vigilant, because one never knows who might have a disarming spell.
Also he had me do concentration exercises. He said they will help me mushy brain when casting spells in the not so far future.

I was starting to get bored because no one taught me what I was supposed to learn: magic.
Well, now I know why he didn’t teach me earlier but that story will have to wait until next time. Adventure calls.

when I grow up I want to be a priest

as ye all know, I was supposed to move to the Mystic ward to get me inner priest on, at least if I believed what me Auntie Nissa said. But me parents are a bit stubborn, ye know. Me father didn’t understand why it was so important for a wee gal to learn sumthing other than ‘ow to make babies and take care of ‘em an’ me mother didn’t want to lose her best work horse in the house.

But ye don’t know me Auntie Nissa if you believe that was the end of the story (also yer stupid coz I just started tellin’ it). She went right to me father and me mother and gave ‘em a piece of her mind. Afterwards, me fathers ears were hotter than the Great Forge itself and me mother was as small as me frog. Auntie called ‘em names I haven’t even heard of before (but I listened closely an’ remembered all o’ ‘em) and even tried it with logic, but ye know how dwarves are, don’tcha?

Me father argued that the times were to instable to have a gal get an education and it’s too expensive anyway and me mother was concerned that I wouldn’t find a man if I were too intelligent. But Auntie Nissa knew how it had always been me dream to help and heal people and went ahead and struck a deal for me with Priest Maxan Anvol in Kharanos. As luck would have it, Maxan was a proud dwarf and loudly complained about losing weight so fast his belts were to wide and he agreed that if me dad would agree to help out his old home town with a couple of belt buckles, he’ll train me in the priestly ways.

That was an offer me parents just couldn’t refuse. I was a bit afraid o’ the great big world outside Ironforge – ye know I like being inside as much as the next dwarf – but I’m always up for an adventure, so I gladly packed me things (and Maxan’s belt buckles) and travelled to Kharanos…

Once upon a time…

that’s how all good stories start, right?

Let’s not start like tha’. I was the first child born to me dwarven parents Balus an’ Lissa, who then lived in a wee village named Kharanos. I never saw much of it because me parents moved to Ironforge quite soon after I got dragged into this messy world.  There, I went to school and did what all us dwarven children do – we played tricks on tha grown-ups.

Me dad was a blacksmith who had gotten a job at the Great Forge but times were hard and he didn’t make the shit load of money he had promised to mum and me. Me mum was taking care of me younger siblings and the household, she was a proud home-maker. I had an aunt (me mothers sister) who taught ferst aid to a couple o’ travellers passin’ through. I spent a whole lotsa time with her and picked up on some baffling ferst aid skills meself. Once, I found a half-dead frog who could barely let out a ribbit at all and decided to take the poor fella back home. Me aunt gave me some herbs that were supposed to help but the frog got worse and worse. Aunt Nissa was busy with some clients who had come in and I was all by meself with the poor little froggy. I concetrated hard on what I could do to heal the little creature when all of a sudden it jumped to its feet and around the room. He looked completely fine to me, but I wanted me aunt to check, jus’ to make sure, you know?

And, indeed, the frog was cured and the best thing was that I got to keep ‘im. Auntie Nissa said that she had known all along that I was gifted with magic and that she’d talk to me parents about sending me to a priest trainer…I didn’t understand a single word but thought that it might be quite the adventure to leave the Great Forge and move to the Mystic ward…

An’ that’s how it all began.