The SAN campaign for gnome rights – part 1

Yesterday, an event of epic proportions took place on Argent Dawn-EU. We came. We saw. We killed, we boozed and we campaigned for gnome rights.

[Warning: this post has a LOT of pictures. The file sizes are small, but there's ~40 images after the break.]

At 4 PM, a great number of mostly level 1 gnomes were gathering in Coldrige Valley, bearing appropriate gnames – such as Gnavi (me) and Gnawmeankles (the boyfriend).

Herded forth by our mighty leader, Maxmilian “Blueberry” Twinspark, we start our march towards Gnomeregan. We had periodic headcounts to make sure no gnome was left behind, and we bravely entered the tunnel – the bane of all bank alts.

Our leader, Maximilian, tried to line us up in a proper military formation. Unfortunately, even simple instructions like “one melee, one robe” proved to be too difficult, so the order was short lived.

The troggs didn’t stand a chance against armed and dangerous gnomes. They didn’t even know what hit them. (Well, if they did notice the fire- and shadowbolts rushing towards them, they didn’t have time to do anything with that knowledge…)

A bunny rabbit fell victim, too.

We then made a short stop to get our mail and our army of penguins, while general Maximilian dashed off to get a guild charter.

Then we met a bear and its master. Do bears eat gnomes? Do they eat penguins? Difficult questions, but at least the hunter seemed friendly.

Friendly and a bit confused, so we dispensed useful advice on the procurement of Core Hound Pups.

We had to interrupt the conversation for a bit, while we signed the charter and received our tabards.

The hunter inquired about our agenda, and wanted to join us.. despite some olfactory matters.

Our destination was getting closer, spirits were high, we tried some motivational cheering. We failed – turns out gnomes can’t spell.

Some of our group were tired, but we marched on, heartened by the prospect of beer and pie.

And then, suddenly, there it was: Ironforge.

It saddens me to say, but we didn’t represent the gnome rights cause as well as we should have – we interrupted our journey to inquire about the availability of food and drink.

At about the same time, we noticed that the smelly hunter and his bear were still following us. Was it out to eat us?

Finally, our mighty group enters the city of Ironforge.

The charter is turned in, and Single Abstract Gnoun is born.

Our first stop was, naturally, a visit to our king.

Then we met a horse burger. Erm, a human and his horse.

I don’t think the poor human liked what happened next.

Being surrounded by a group of hungry gnomes must be a traumatic experience.

Being small does have it drawbacks, though: the horse simply jumped over us and escaped its fate, leaving us hungry.

The adventure continued… but that is told in part 2, here.