With this news, his world had turned upside down. Before him sat an Ancient Gnomish Prophet, Medivh ((Who was really just Keedriel, a Blood Elf toying with Fizzlebrain's damaged mind)). The prophet spoke of a great uprising: The Dolphins and vile Dwarves taking over all the world. The status of Fizzlebrain's friends was revealed to him as well: his fallen comrade Disgusto Dwarf-Slayer ((A simple bowl of grain and mead)) would return as a ghost and betray him; Fizzlebrain's friend Henry ((A tree)) would be doomed to a fate unknown to all...
There was no way to stop this coming chaos, he was warned by the Prophet. And Fizzlebrain was told he could not fight back, he could only plan and brace himself for "Disghosto" and the treachery his old ally would bring. Not a simple plan would do, though. It would need to be written in a code, as to protect it from unwanted reading. The code was to consist of Zandali cipher, written in the Erudun alphabet. Such was the prophecy of the great Gnome, Medivh.
Such knowledge for the code could not be found in Orgrimmar, however. Fizzlebrain would have to venture to a far away land, and find a library suitable for his learning needs. The Stormwind Library was to be his destination.
For several months ((Days, heavily misconstrued in the mind of this madman)) he limped toward the human lands, his magical healing cast (( A roasted ham he was currently using as a cast)) bearing down upon him heavily as he wandered on. His wounds from his previous battle against the terrible spider-people chicken-thieves ((Innocent dwellers of Timbermaw hold, thought to be evil only by maddened delusion)) pained him greatly, but still he pressed on heroically.
In time, after travelling through six different elemental plains, excavating a mountain, battling a kraken, and sending cannibalistic humans into the Twisting Nether, ((crossing simple zones, entering a cave, falling into a lake, and setting fire to rabbits)) he arrived at the human city. The humans were not pleased.
He survived this onslaught, and did manage to make his way back a fortuitous Elven Stronghold ((The Orcish town of Stonard)) and seek help. Many a good Draenei ((Orc)) aided him in returning to the city, more prepared.
He returned to the city, dressed in an elaborate and hauntingly realistic Human costume ((Padded clothing and shag carpeting, making him look more a Dwarf than a human. Complete with a Human Male Mask)) was able to fool everyone into believing he was a human ((Making most people believe he was a dwarf who thought himself to be a human)). As if his disguise wasn't great enough, his human speech skills were impeccable: “Speak the common tongue, tell them very often that you are a human and not a goblin, and take the creative name of Bizzlefrain.”
He sought to find a "Fellow Human" to escort him to the library. This search took days to complete, as many of his "Fellow Humans" ((Often neither fellow nor human)) preferred to turn him down, or lead him to incorrect places. The Human Keep that was full of Sharks ((The Harbor)) was not the Human Keep desired, but where he often found himself. Despite his great reward offered, a “high quality unit of Human payment” ((A useless block of scrapped wood he was tricked into purchasing)) , and even his backup reward, “useless Goblin money” ((A sack containing One Hundred Gold)), he found nobody to aid him.
This was only so until a kind human woman ((Gentyl)) found it in herself to help the man.
The Library was an exciting sight, and sure to bring about the information needed to thwart the conquering of the world. He offered his high quality Human payment to the human, but she asked for no payment.
After she took her leave, another of his "Fellow Humans" ((Lahkin)) lingered behind to help Bizzlefrain find the books he needed. The human did so, bringing forth a tome containing information he sought ((A possibly unhelpful book entitled "Fel Magic and its effects on the mind")) before he too departed.
Bizzlefrain, the real human man was alone, surrounded by these books that were the key to his victory! He checked a few usefull ((Possibly useless or unrelated)) out ((Hid them in his disguise)) and peacefully left the City ((Stole a few books from the City)).
His time was drawing near. He could begin his work to save the world! ((Carry out a series of pointless tasks that aid nobody in any way))
There was no way to stop this coming chaos, he was warned by the Prophet. And Fizzlebrain was told he could not fight back, he could only plan and brace himself for "Disghosto" and the treachery his old ally would bring. Not a simple plan would do, though. It would need to be written in a code, as to protect it from unwanted reading. The code was to consist of Zandali cipher, written in the Erudun alphabet. Such was the prophecy of the great Gnome, Medivh.
Such knowledge for the code could not be found in Orgrimmar, however. Fizzlebrain would have to venture to a far away land, and find a library suitable for his learning needs. The Stormwind Library was to be his destination.
For several months ((Days, heavily misconstrued in the mind of this madman)) he limped toward the human lands, his magical healing cast (( A roasted ham he was currently using as a cast)) bearing down upon him heavily as he wandered on. His wounds from his previous battle against the terrible spider-people chicken-thieves ((Innocent dwellers of Timbermaw hold, thought to be evil only by maddened delusion)) pained him greatly, but still he pressed on heroically.
In time, after travelling through six different elemental plains, excavating a mountain, battling a kraken, and sending cannibalistic humans into the Twisting Nether, ((crossing simple zones, entering a cave, falling into a lake, and setting fire to rabbits)) he arrived at the human city. The humans were not pleased.
He survived this onslaught, and did manage to make his way back a fortuitous Elven Stronghold ((The Orcish town of Stonard)) and seek help. Many a good Draenei ((Orc)) aided him in returning to the city, more prepared.
He returned to the city, dressed in an elaborate and hauntingly realistic Human costume ((Padded clothing and shag carpeting, making him look more a Dwarf than a human. Complete with a Human Male Mask)) was able to fool everyone into believing he was a human ((Making most people believe he was a dwarf who thought himself to be a human)). As if his disguise wasn't great enough, his human speech skills were impeccable: “Speak the common tongue, tell them very often that you are a human and not a goblin, and take the creative name of Bizzlefrain.”
He sought to find a "Fellow Human" to escort him to the library. This search took days to complete, as many of his "Fellow Humans" ((Often neither fellow nor human)) preferred to turn him down, or lead him to incorrect places. The Human Keep that was full of Sharks ((The Harbor)) was not the Human Keep desired, but where he often found himself. Despite his great reward offered, a “high quality unit of Human payment” ((A useless block of scrapped wood he was tricked into purchasing)) , and even his backup reward, “useless Goblin money” ((A sack containing One Hundred Gold)), he found nobody to aid him.
This was only so until a kind human woman ((Gentyl)) found it in herself to help the man.
The Library was an exciting sight, and sure to bring about the information needed to thwart the conquering of the world. He offered his high quality Human payment to the human, but she asked for no payment.
After she took her leave, another of his "Fellow Humans" ((Lahkin)) lingered behind to help Bizzlefrain find the books he needed. The human did so, bringing forth a tome containing information he sought ((A possibly unhelpful book entitled "Fel Magic and its effects on the mind")) before he too departed.
Bizzlefrain, the real human man was alone, surrounded by these books that were the key to his victory! He checked a few usefull ((Possibly useless or unrelated)) out ((Hid them in his disguise)) and peacefully left the City ((Stole a few books from the City)).
His time was drawing near. He could begin his work to save the world! ((Carry out a series of pointless tasks that aid nobody in any way))
