The Stumblerank Diaries
This is a summary of the roleplay I've been in, that you may be able to join a part of if you join the Thorium Brotherhood server. You wouldn't even have to be a gnome!
But hey, Chibi, you posted your story... :P
My name is Stumblerank Copperjoint Filchbottom. Life after the Gnomeregan Exile was not kind to me. I lost all my schematics for my inventions... but I discovered I had a talent for stealth, seeing as an inkeeper had turned me to a Leper Gnome as a Hallow's End "Treat", I had to sneak through Ironforge and onto the Deeprun tram, trying not to get quarantined! Not the most reputable talent, but then again, those who are unintelligent enough to destroy their own city deserve it. Yes, I was one of the last to leave, as my library was shielded from the Radiation... mostly. My hair was turned white due to the constant yet minor levels of radiation I was exposed to.
Eventually, however, I was in Goldshire, spending the last of my copper to rent a room. In the room next to mine, I kept awake by an arguement. Apparently a woman, I assumed she was Gnomish by the voice, was asking one of her friends what dress would make her look less attractive to men.
Yes, I plan on chronicling all my history. Thank the Gods for LJ cuts.
But hey, Chibi, you posted your story... :P
My name is Stumblerank Copperjoint Filchbottom. Life after the Gnomeregan Exile was not kind to me. I lost all my schematics for my inventions... but I discovered I had a talent for stealth, seeing as an inkeeper had turned me to a Leper Gnome as a Hallow's End "Treat", I had to sneak through Ironforge and onto the Deeprun tram, trying not to get quarantined! Not the most reputable talent, but then again, those who are unintelligent enough to destroy their own city deserve it. Yes, I was one of the last to leave, as my library was shielded from the Radiation... mostly. My hair was turned white due to the constant yet minor levels of radiation I was exposed to.
Eventually, however, I was in Goldshire, spending the last of my copper to rent a room. In the room next to mine, I kept awake by an arguement. Apparently a woman, I assumed she was Gnomish by the voice, was asking one of her friends what dress would make her look less attractive to men.
Yes, I plan on chronicling all my history. Thank the Gods for LJ cuts.