Apprenticed Inventor

And here we are with another fantabulous (her word, not mine) story! Thank you all who have taken the time to review my other works and give me the kind words you have given. This story probably would not have been made if not for you :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the new adventure I am cooking up (the 'themes' of sex will be added to the description as I go...not exactly sure what will be in store quite yet)

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“It is my one dying wish, apprentice,” the echoing words seemed to chase him as he walked the frigid roads before him.
He sighed, a thick breath of frosted air clouding in front of him. His tired eyes scanned ahead, a small smile tugging at his lips to finally see it. His destination, the Dwarven city of Ironforge.

It was a foolish wish, he had thought to himself silently while he had left the house of his master. Find a gnome in the city and assist him in whatever ways possible? What did the Gnome have to offer for his training? He couldn't see how this would-
He stumbled over a small rock, the clumsy action causing him to shake his head. Silly thought, he pondered. It was not for him to question the motive behind his dying master's wishes, for he was required to fulfill them. Weather he willed it or not.

The road wound ever further ahead, the quaint town of Kharanos meeting his senses with the fuzziness and warmth only a Dwarven touch could provide.
“Care te' stay fer the night, laddy?” he heard a particularly stocky one call out to him from one of the buildings, “the brew is cold and the fire is piping hot!”
He made a shaking gesture with his head as he smiled shallowly at the Humanoid. The being nodded to him and continued scanning the street for any additional travelers.

In actuality, he would have loved to rest. It had been a long journey indeed, from the pleasant forests of Elwynn.
Why hadn't he taken the Deeprun Tram, inquisitive minds would ask? Because his master wouldn't allow it.
“The first test of your abilities from me is the long journey that ensues,” the words of his master again filled his skull.
He had known well the location of Ironforge. He had been there many times as a child, with the exception of the allowance to use the Gnomish tram to arrive there. This time he was forced to travel there by foot; a week's journey or more.

He shook his head again. What did it matter now, he thought? He had already taken the final fork, to the wondrous city. He would arrive a little less than-
Ping-ping-ping.
His thoughts interrupted as something rolled out in front of him. He furrowed his brow as he stooped over to grasp at the curious object.
Once noticing it's nature, his eyes went extremely wide. He immediately lobbed the small thing away from him, crouching down as he did so. A moment later, an enormous boom shook the earth around him and rang acutely in his ears. Smoke and shrapnel rained down upon his covered head.
“Another fantabulous success!” a small, feminine voice reached his ears.
He stood quickly, once noticing the danger had lifted, and craned his neck for the source of the sound. A small being was standing a few steps away, a large and bulky helmet shadowing most of her facial features. Black tufts of hair protruded from the sides. He saw her stare at him through two enormous yellow glass spheres of the helmet.
“And what do we have here?” she went on to say.

His eyes narrowed.
“Just what do you think you're doing?” he inquired to the girl, “are you trying to kill travelers on this road?”
“Excuse me!” she shot back, “I had clearly shouted 'Hey you, tall one, get out of the way!'. Clearly you were not listening.”
He ground his teeth together sharply.
“Be more careful next time,” he seethed as he began on his way again.
“I don't think a Human should be instructing a Gnome on what they need to be doing in their own city!” he heard her shout back, but he ignored it.

Gnomes, he thought. He had always considered them made of pure genius, but that is where the compliments ended on his behalf. They tended to be headstrong, arrogant, and downright dangerous; always attempting to blow themselves up with some new bomb or invention.

As the gargantuan walls of the grand city enveloped him, his thoughts turned back to those of his master.
“Find him, Trever,” he remembered him muttering between labored breath, “and help him complete his work.”
Why did his master take such an interest in this man, he thought. Were they friends? Comrades in some war effort long ago?

Trever halted and turned to one of the stoic guards once beyond the main gate.
“Would you happen to know a Mr. Grev Grizzlenip?” he asked the heavily bearded Dwarf.
He scratched at his chin for a moment.
“Ah, yes!” he said with a snap in character, “there was a Gnome by that name, hangin' out by Tinker Town.”
He bowed.
“Thank you,” he said quickly before turning and striding down the slight familiar path of The Commons walkway.

The whirl of gadgets and other various contraptions met his eyes and ears as he entered the area known as Tinker Town. Three Gnomes stood in the center of the small and odd room, he knew one to be the king of the Gnomish race, High Tinker Mekkatorque. He averted his gaze swiftly as he noticed one of them giving him a stare.

He approached the small king with a grin.
“Excuse me, would you know a Mr. Grizzlenip?” he asked.
The Gnome's face lit up.
“One of our finest Tinkers!” he responded with excitement, “right over there.”
He pointed a stubby finger to another Gnome that was busily working on some kind of device. He bowed quickly to the being and turned to approach Grizzlenip. At first, he did not notice the Human approaching him. He looked to be using some kind of wrench to be tightening screws on a large apparatus of some sort.
“I trust you are Rezel's apprentice?” he asked without turning from his work.
He nodded.
“Yes, I am here to assist you in any way you see fit, Mr. Grizzlenip,” he answered back graciously.
He displayed much mote willingness then he truly felt, but he attempted to hide it.

“We may begin the moment my own apprentice returns from a testing run,” he replied.
Suddenly, a presence was felt at his side.
“All done out there Grev,” a strangely familiar voice sounded.