The SAN campaign for gnome rights – part 2

[Continued from here]
[Warning: this post has a LOT of pictures. The file sizes are small, but there's ~30 images after the break.]

Last time we saw our group of gnomes, we were trying to eat a horse. Sadly, it got away, so we tried to satisfy a different kind of hunger – the intellectual type.

Except we couldn’t reach the shelves.

We did manage to get on top of the table for a group picture.

Unable to quench our thirst for knowledge, we went on to explore the museum. A giant chicken you say? Sadly, it was too old to make a decent meal, but we hoped…

We know we aren’t supposed to touch the exhibits, but we couldn’t resist. How many gnomes can you fit in the mouth of a long-dead animal? All of them.

The next stop was the great forge. Which, aside from being big and forgey, was also hot.

At the other end of the forge, a surprise was waiting for us.
It’s not clearly visible, but it was a gnome on a hawkstrider.

The new sight was intriguing, so we debated for a while. As you can see, some were more interested in the potential source of food than in meeting our gnome sister.

I think we scared her, because she hid her chicken after a while.

After the chicken encounter, we finally found our destination: King Magni Bronzebeard, who was to read our petition and grant equal right to the vertically challenged.

He’s a bad king, though. He ignored us so we realized we had to fight for our rights elsewhere.

Elsewhere, in this case, meant a pool. Yes, we got naked and took a bath in the middle of Ironforge. The penguins were happy, though our brave leader Maximilian was concerned for our safety.

Another group pictured followed… Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Gnome Issue.

A passing cat proved once again to be an intriguing animal. (I admit I found this gnome inclination to eat mounts a bit disturbing.)

It was a lucky cat though, because we spotted the pub and it managed to make a getaway.

Our fearless leader knew that even the bravest gnomes need to relax after a hard day’s work, so he funded a short party. I will spare you the pictures of naked gnomes dancing on tables (and, in one case, on a candlestick). Let’s say some things are better kept quiet.

The journey was coming to an end, so we decided to make one last stand for gnome rights, in front of the bank, where our message would reach the most people.

Our final attempt at a group picture was temporarily thwarted by a herd of big animals stepping on our heads, a fitting demonstration of the prevailing problems the gnome community faces in every day life.

However, small we may be, but we are not stupid. We moved inside the bank, where the beasts couldn’t set foot, and took this final memento of our epic trip.

From Ironforge, Gnavi the warlock bids you good day.