By Hador

People looked at me and saw a tiny worthless gnome.
They laughed when they saw my gear which was a strange mixture of leather and cloth drops and I really didn´t have any clue how to play with my class...
It all changed when I was visiting hell itself when I got a PUG to Gnomer and I was so excited it was the first time for me in there and I had been trying to get a group for it for days. The group consisted of 2 low level players who, happily I noticed, were as just as nooby players as I was and were hopelessly lost in the cold world of Azeroth. Hopefully they managed to get forward and didnt have too many battle scars from hellish leper gnomes in gnomer who attacked us in big groups looking like little children in a Halloween contest with kitchen knifes in their hands.
It took a short while of time when 2 more players joined our ranks to challenge the horrors of Gnomer... A thick bearded dwarf hunter He-who-must-not-be-named who´s hair was as dark as a moonless night in Duskwood, and beautiful and fair night elf lady called Gweny who won my gnomey heart once and for all.
"I´ll help you," said the dwarf whos name shall not be said. . . He was a nice, friendly fellow those days.
"Y-you will?" I mumbled slightly lost in words for the gratitude which echoed through my heart.
"Of course we will," Gweny said and gave me a encouraging smile which pierced my heart.
"T-thanks," I managed to say and I was impressed to get two such a highly skilled and leveled players to join the ranks when our journey was destined to head towards the mechanical halls of Gnomer and to get my revenge against Thermaplugg who had assassinated my father, the king of Gnomer, and seized the power with the help of evil beings called the dark iron dwarwes who had their own secret agendas in mind.
Once we got in I was even more impressed and stood in awe when watching the anonymous hunter to kill the mobs with 1 blow with his gun and Gweny stabbing the poor leper gnomes to death with elegant fashion giving me that same encouraging smile time to time like saying, "That´s all there is to it".
And finally the final door to the heart of Gnomer came to our sight and the evil uncle stood on the otherside waiting for us with his endless bloodlust. Crudely figured, little midget who´s eyes glowed like two blood diamonds when he was using his robot which looked a rusty pile of medal with scissorhands in place to strike down its opponents.
Even with all his power Thermaplugg´s demise was as certain as flow of time when Gweny and the hunter and his tiger striked him down and I got my revenge.
Revenge is a dish best served in cold.
I thanked my helpers from the very bottom of my heart and was little sad to see them go leaving me all alone... again. But it was not the end. About a day later I noticed an add which was advertising a guild called DUTY and I remembered that my two mystery helpers were from that guild and I wanted to join. And so I joined and met you all. And people didn´t know longer saw a helpless gnome when they looked at me.


Something's Changed
It was a sunny, cloudless morning when i woke up and realised that I didnt fit well in to my bed anymore. It was too small and I noticed that the bed´s feeble legs had cracked under my weight.
What was this magic that I was facing? Surely you can´t grow up from a midget to a giant in one single night? Or had my memories of being a tiny gnome been some distant wonderful dream that had come to an end?
"Bloody hell I got a tail!!!" I yelped when I noticed a weird thing sticking from my blue-ish bum wiggling around like a rubber worm.
"Yeesh... hope I still got my good looks on the face department at least." I prayed and walked front of the dusty mirror which was hanging above my bedroom´s desktop drawer.
My prayers were not answered and it looked like someone had sticked an octopus to my face while I had been sleeping.
I tried to remove the squid from my face which felt like slimey gum. It didn´t even budge.
"Bah! That´s it!" I muttered angrily. "But surely my dancing hasn´t changed. I need it to pick up the prettiest ladies." I tried to do my dance which had spread fame in the world, but in my horror I only saw a big oddball doing a dance like he was some kind of drunken rodeo rider. This new personality of mine wasn´t picking up much of points from me so far, that´s for sure.

I ran out from Stormwind´s inn and was surprised to see a large number of other peeps to have gone through the same change as well and some of them were riding what looked to me like pink elephants... Maybe I was drunk afterall...
"Hello Hador," I heard a familiar voice from behind but I didn´t recognise the name she used and was sure that she wasn´t even talking to me. I turned towards the voice and to my, yet again, surprise she indeed was talking to me, but I didn´t recognise who the female squidface was (more charming squidface gotta add).
"Hello?" I said and the female stranger, but yet so familiar one, smiled to me and said like she knew at once what I was thinking, "Yes Hador... It´s me... Byzantees... Well known as Raen nowadays, but it´s me."
"My god what´s happened to you!?" I asked in terror leaving tactfulness behind and hoped someone could remove this terrible curse.
"Hmphf... Well could say the same thing about you mister." Byzantees´ snapped at me.
"Sorry..." I managed and lowered my head in shame staring to my feet. My god, I got hooves, I noticed and was wondering when the chain of surprises would come to an end. "But what´s happened to me? To us?"
"Oh you possible can´t say that you have forgotten all about it now, have you?" Byzantees, or Raen, asked and I let my silence speak for itself.
I felt like I was an ignorant fool.
"Oh for Naaru´s sake! You are a draenai now. Your gnome days are over and this is The burning crusade. Another shameless scheme from Blizzard to get your money and put a invisible lock to your house´s door."
"I´m a what now?" I asked. Byzantees/Raen looked like she was starting to get tired of explaining. Can´t blame her... Oh boy, I need a drink.
"You know... one of the sons of Naaru or whats-ya-call-it. Powerful magical race who´s main threat is the evil Illidan blah blah blah..."
"Oh... okay." I said simply.
"Okay?" Raen asked me in doubt that I had gathered it all. Oh yeah, I had gathered it, I was a draenara or something like that which main aim was to kill some dude called Illidan for the name of Narva... or something like that....
I found myself from a local bar few hours later... I told you I needed a beer... and I had found a first positive thing about being a draenina, or whats-ya-call-it? We out drink rogues to 10-0...
"Hmm... Maybe this isn´t so bad after all..." I thought and emptied my seventh ale of thunder ale... hic!
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