[Storytime][Taashti] Bound for the Frozen North
Stormwind was, as far as Taashti was concerned, approximately one hundred times better than Hellfire Peninsula. Not only did the spirits not scream so much, but the Gnomes occasionally had demonstrations of their technology and she sometimes found that there was decent eye candy hanging about. She couldn’t help but watch the face of every Draenei for something familiar, though – maybe one looked like her, or maybe one looked like her Grandfather, who she hadn’t seen since she started her training in the Exodar.
The little Shaman made her way through the throngs of people in the Trade District, pausing on occasion to peer at a helmeted Draenei or two before moving on. She was clad in slightly heaver armour than what she wore as a medic, including a chainmail coif to protect her head and a pair of maces on her hips. When Taashti rounded a corner, she ran straight into a tall, plate-clad Draenei man and found herself stumbling backward and landing upon her behind.
“Hey!” Taash shouted, “Watch where you’re going, you big blue oaf!” A passer-by arched a brow at the girl’s use of her native tongue.
“I apologize, dear,” the man, most likely a warrior, said as he offered her his hand. “I did not mean to knock you down – my head was simply in the clouds.”
She didn’t even bother trying to take his hand and struggled to her hooves on her own, though it took several moments for her to steady herself, and she snorted, “I don’t need your help.”
The man thinned his lips as he watched her with a rather stern gaze, but Taashti wouldn’t look directly at him and was relatively quick to get out of his way again.
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Stormwind Harbour took Taashti’s breath away when she saw it. There were many ships at the docks, some in the process of unloading or taking on new supplies and others were being prepared for their voyages. It felt like an eternity before her hooves touched the cobbles at the very bottom of the many, many stairs from the city proper to the harbour, and it felt like an even longer amount of time before she managed to drag herself to one of the docked vessels. After several inquiries, she found the ship that was headed to Northrend.
It took her by surprise.
The ship was massive, with a great metal-clad bow. It appeared to be powered by a paddlewheel, unlike most of the other ships in the harbour, and the crew was hastily making its pre-voyage arrangements. The young woman quietly approached, looked around, then slipped on board. The furnishing was sparse, making it very obvious to her that the vessel was not set up for comfort.
There were already some passengers milling about on deck, so Taashti joined them in the hopes that it would appear that she belonged there. Nobody said anything, even when the order to weigh anchor was given and the ship let out a burst of steam – the high-pitched whistle nearly gave the Shaman a heart attack – as she lurched forward.
Taash gripped the rail then and peered out over the side of the ship. There she would stand and wait. She was going to see what all the fuss was about.
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March 11, 2010 4:07 pm
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