Apprenticed Inventor
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,877
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Briefing
Another chapter added (at long last.) I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and a happy new year :)
Onward!
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Trever's eyes narrowed.
“Ahh, Ami!” Grizzlenip chirped, “back already?”
Those same yellow goggles were staring back at him. The same Gnome that attempted to end his life or limb with a stray bomb.
“Yes sir!” she responded back as her hands went to the sides of the large helmet, “a grand success.”
“Good, good,” he responded back before finally averting his attention from his work and approaching the two of them.
Although he kept his stern demeanor, Trever swallowed a harsh wad of saliva as the Gnome's helmet was slid from her head. Silky dark hair fell from the device upon it's removal, ending at her shoulders. Two glassy blue eyes were staring back at him, although a bit tainted with untrust at the moment. Although Trever considered most Gnomes to look more akin to Human children then women, this Gnome was extremely mature and attractive.
“May I ask why this Human is standing here Grev?” she asked with a drop of venom within her vocal chords.
Trever cleared his throat.
“You may ask me if you wish,” he replied to her, trying to conceal his disgust.
Her gaze shot back up at him.
“Fine,” she shot back, “why are you here?”
He straitened up.
“You really need to learn some proper manners-”
“Enough you two!” Grizzlenip snapped, effectively slicing Trever's sentence short, “Trever is here to work on the project, so we need you two to get along. Understood?”
“Alright,” Trever said.
He held his hand out to the Gnome named Ami.
“My name is Trever,” he stated.
He took her smaller hand in his own, but quickly retracted it with a yelp. A melange of spastic giggling resonated from Ami at his reaction.
“Ami, that is enough!” Grizzlenip snorted, “you two will be working together from here on, so I suggest that you try to get along.”
Trever saw a small device attached to her palm. She quickly removed it and shoved the item in a pack.
“Listen up,” he continued on, “this project is big. Very big.”
Trever turned his attention back to the Tinkerer.
“None other then the king of the Gnomish race has entrusted me with this,” he stated, “now listen up.”
Ami sat herself upon the metallic floor.
“Go ahead, I've got all day,” she replied with a large grin.
He let out an audible sigh.
“We Gnomes are on the cutting edge of new technology,” he began, “and I believe that we may have a certain solution within our grasp of a nagging problem.”
Trever's gaze went from Ami to Grizzlenip uncomfortably.
“We have tried time and time again to, somehow, reverse the effects of those silly undead controlled by who-knows-what in Duskwood and the like,” he continued on, “all attempts have been unsuccessful.”
A large grin pulled at his lips.
“Except for one particular type,” he stated, “the Forsaken.”
Ami shot to her feet.
“You can't possibly be proposing-”
“The mindless undead that plague the Northlands are all but lost causes,” Grizzlenip interjected, “however, the Forsaken have the will to live again. We believe that will is the difference that will allow us to sew new life into those beings.”
Trever's mouth hung open.
“Families would be reunited, the Forsaken would cease to exist,” he went on, “thereby crippling the Horde of one of their valuable allies. It's a win-win, as far as I am concerned.”
Trever's initial dislike for this task was rapidly evaporating. What if he was the one that helped take part in such a major event on Azeroth? Thousands of people would congratulate him; consider him a true hero amongst the ranks of the Alliance.
“It will not be an easy thing to build,” he heard the Gnome's words enter his head.
He shook his trance quickly.
“We will need a few crucial components to build such a contraption.”
“I am here to serve,” Trever said, his pride still hanging in his swelled chest.
“Good, because you will be taking Ami with you,” he responded with a smile.
Trever ground his teeth, but nodded quickly.
“I will have you two depart immediately,” he said, “the first item I will need will be the ultimate power source for our machine.”
He shuffled back to a small toolbox upon the ground.
“Ah yes!” he cheered, “there is a particular thunder lizard that resides in the Searing Gorge; those that have escaped from it say that he displays an enormous amount of electrical power. I will need you to head there and bring me it's beating heart as our power core.”
Trever attempted to hide his scowl. Not only would he have to leave without rest, but would be required to travel to Searing Gorge?
“I will be working on other parts of the machine,” Grizzlenip concluded, “I trust you two are capable of the job.”
“Of course,” Trever replied, “we will depart at once.”
He bowed to his odd master and turned to leave Ironforge.
“You will not be referring to me as 'we', thank you very much,” Ami spat as they left the front gates.
Trever sighed deeply.
“Fine, just stay out of my way,” he said as they entered the frosty air.
Onward!
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Trever's eyes narrowed.
“Ahh, Ami!” Grizzlenip chirped, “back already?”
Those same yellow goggles were staring back at him. The same Gnome that attempted to end his life or limb with a stray bomb.
“Yes sir!” she responded back as her hands went to the sides of the large helmet, “a grand success.”
“Good, good,” he responded back before finally averting his attention from his work and approaching the two of them.
Although he kept his stern demeanor, Trever swallowed a harsh wad of saliva as the Gnome's helmet was slid from her head. Silky dark hair fell from the device upon it's removal, ending at her shoulders. Two glassy blue eyes were staring back at him, although a bit tainted with untrust at the moment. Although Trever considered most Gnomes to look more akin to Human children then women, this Gnome was extremely mature and attractive.
“May I ask why this Human is standing here Grev?” she asked with a drop of venom within her vocal chords.
Trever cleared his throat.
“You may ask me if you wish,” he replied to her, trying to conceal his disgust.
Her gaze shot back up at him.
“Fine,” she shot back, “why are you here?”
He straitened up.
“You really need to learn some proper manners-”
“Enough you two!” Grizzlenip snapped, effectively slicing Trever's sentence short, “Trever is here to work on the project, so we need you two to get along. Understood?”
“Alright,” Trever said.
He held his hand out to the Gnome named Ami.
“My name is Trever,” he stated.
He took her smaller hand in his own, but quickly retracted it with a yelp. A melange of spastic giggling resonated from Ami at his reaction.
“Ami, that is enough!” Grizzlenip snorted, “you two will be working together from here on, so I suggest that you try to get along.”
Trever saw a small device attached to her palm. She quickly removed it and shoved the item in a pack.
“Listen up,” he continued on, “this project is big. Very big.”
Trever turned his attention back to the Tinkerer.
“None other then the king of the Gnomish race has entrusted me with this,” he stated, “now listen up.”
Ami sat herself upon the metallic floor.
“Go ahead, I've got all day,” she replied with a large grin.
He let out an audible sigh.
“We Gnomes are on the cutting edge of new technology,” he began, “and I believe that we may have a certain solution within our grasp of a nagging problem.”
Trever's gaze went from Ami to Grizzlenip uncomfortably.
“We have tried time and time again to, somehow, reverse the effects of those silly undead controlled by who-knows-what in Duskwood and the like,” he continued on, “all attempts have been unsuccessful.”
A large grin pulled at his lips.
“Except for one particular type,” he stated, “the Forsaken.”
Ami shot to her feet.
“You can't possibly be proposing-”
“The mindless undead that plague the Northlands are all but lost causes,” Grizzlenip interjected, “however, the Forsaken have the will to live again. We believe that will is the difference that will allow us to sew new life into those beings.”
Trever's mouth hung open.
“Families would be reunited, the Forsaken would cease to exist,” he went on, “thereby crippling the Horde of one of their valuable allies. It's a win-win, as far as I am concerned.”
Trever's initial dislike for this task was rapidly evaporating. What if he was the one that helped take part in such a major event on Azeroth? Thousands of people would congratulate him; consider him a true hero amongst the ranks of the Alliance.
“It will not be an easy thing to build,” he heard the Gnome's words enter his head.
He shook his trance quickly.
“We will need a few crucial components to build such a contraption.”
“I am here to serve,” Trever said, his pride still hanging in his swelled chest.
“Good, because you will be taking Ami with you,” he responded with a smile.
Trever ground his teeth, but nodded quickly.
“I will have you two depart immediately,” he said, “the first item I will need will be the ultimate power source for our machine.”
He shuffled back to a small toolbox upon the ground.
“Ah yes!” he cheered, “there is a particular thunder lizard that resides in the Searing Gorge; those that have escaped from it say that he displays an enormous amount of electrical power. I will need you to head there and bring me it's beating heart as our power core.”
Trever attempted to hide his scowl. Not only would he have to leave without rest, but would be required to travel to Searing Gorge?
“I will be working on other parts of the machine,” Grizzlenip concluded, “I trust you two are capable of the job.”
“Of course,” Trever replied, “we will depart at once.”
He bowed to his odd master and turned to leave Ironforge.
“You will not be referring to me as 'we', thank you very much,” Ami spat as they left the front gates.
Trever sighed deeply.
“Fine, just stay out of my way,” he said as they entered the frosty air.