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About three hours later, the gyrochopper was ready for launch. Clearly, the gryphon riders in Stormwind had done more damage to the machine that Drakehide had thought. The fuel lines were burst, the structural integrity of the fuselage had been compromised, and they'd even had the audacity to shoot the bobble-head hula-gnome ornament off the front of the cockpit. Bastards.

Well, Drakehide knew he'd brought it on himself. He was just about to take off when he realized he'd forgotten his recording device. The one wired to the Mind Amplification Dish. The one that would transmit its message to everyone within a city block of the tavern. He stormed into the bar, to find - to find - !

Caer'ias Aeddan and Jennings, giggling - and holding his recorder.

The clockwork gnome was swiftly punted from the inside of the tavern, and Caer'ias Aeddan was hurled from the tavern, bodily, shortly thereafter. Drakehide stormed out of the tavern after them, the recording device in his hand.

"If I were not in such a hurry," Drakehide snarled, at the two of them, "I would make a stain on the walls of this city out of your ENTRAILS!" The dynamic duo retreated hastily, unfurling their flying carpet and taking to the skies.

"When robot overlords rule the world..." Jennings hollered, as they ascended, "Your public execution will be the FIRST!"

"Execute this," Drakehide snarled, pulling his obsidium bolt gun off his back where it was bandoliered, over his shoulder, and taking his best shot. It punched a hole cleanly through the rear of the carpet, and the smoking piece of fabric, Aeddan, Jennings, and all crashed somewhere in southern Stranglethorn Vale, nearby.

Well, now he felt better.

Drakehide took off, not knowing the horror that his negligence was about to inflict on Stormwind.

* * *

Drakehide's gyrochopper hovered over the Blue Recluse. He released the small electronic bundle, with its own parachute cloak, and watched it fall harmlessly to the ground. On contact, it would broadcast its message to everyone in a city-block-wide radius. Yes, good had been done here. Honor had been served.

And now Drakehide could go home to Aeshi. He would find her...he would make up for all the time they'd spent apart...and he would make sure that they never wasted a moment of their lives again. He was going to be a much more attentive, and better partner for her. He would never give her up, or let her down.

Hmm...never give her up, or let her down...that should be written into a song. It would be glorious.

And as far as his work went...he would find honorable mercenary work in either Hyjal, Deepholm, or Uldum. It was time he did something TRULY glorious.

He flew off, not realizing the disaster he'd just caused.

Caer'ias Aeddan and Jennings, you see, had taped over his message.

The whole thing.

Every word.

Oh, and Jennings had stolen the money attached to the device. The money intended for reparations, and compensation.

And they'd taped over it with an abomination. The AAMS jingle one could at least get out of their head because it wasn't broadcast telepathically. Also, while it was sickeningly catchy and adorable, it was a decent song.

This song, that Aeddan had chosen...it was worse than the AAMS jingle. By far. It was a thing that was not to be spoken, not to be heard, feared in all places and continents - even Northrend. Its power over the living was awful. It inspired riots, violent behaviour, chronic skull-fracturing facedesking ((yes, that one was for you, Tyr! xD)) and panic in the streets.

Aeddan and Jennings had been given three hours - and almost three hours of tape - to record it in its entirety...over, and over, and over again...

...and it went something like this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0
































(Stormwind...you just got Drakerolled.))

As she approached the Blue Recluse, Spriggel's head started bobbing and her feet shuffling in time with the music that seemed to be floating out of the Recluse's door. "Hmm, a bit early for them to be having a live band. Maybe the party from last night hasn't stopped. Never gonna, never gonna, never gonna . . . Very catchy."

Glancing around the bar as she made her way into the kitchen, Spriggel noted that there was no band, but the few patrons and staff all seemed to be tapping, humming or moving in time with the catchy tune as it began to repeat itself. "Good morning, Cook. Can I borrow a cup of sugar?" Cook gruffly allowed as how it would only be a good morning if Spriggel could find some way to shut off that music. Not sure why he was complaining as the music only made her want to smile and dance, Spriggel shrugged off the Cook's complaints as being his usual cantankerous self.

Worse than a cold, Spriggel spread the music everywhere she went that day, noting on only a few occasions through the day (almost as though she was not quite aware of the fact that she was singing only one song all day long) that it was peculiar that she couldn't seem to get this song out of her head. By the end of the day she WAS aware that something was wrong and she hoped that someone at the Clinic could help.

((GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORIOUS!))

Mira had been passing through the mage district to purchase some supplies from the alchemy shop there. The screaming, groaning, and crying drew her attention -- her healer's instincts drew her to the scene.

And there, she spent hours tending to those who had come too close to the weapon of mass sonic destruction -- some healed easily, while others suffered for hours.

"Who could do such a thing?" she wondered.

When she finally made it to the shop, Mira purchased a roll of parchment and borrowed quill and ink. She composed a brief report, addressing the envelope to her commander, and dispatched it by priority courier.

Something would hopefully be done... and the perpetrator dealt with.

Alor'el Leafwrench sighed as she tried to focus on her schematics, scribbling away at the mess of papers strewn about on her table. Distractions had abounded today.

Not that that was uncommon. After all, Alor'el was distracted often. If a gnome walked by she felt the odd compulsion to hug it or discuss the finery of machinery and mechanics with it. She loved her work in technology and engineering, and it raised her spirits to work on that.

Then there was her pet bombling Tinkfy, who had the uncanny habit of exploding randomly. But she loved him for that, he was so adorable to squeeze, especially covered in soot!

But not today! Oh no, Alor'el had a lot of work to do! She had to focus on project W.A.V.E.! And she would succeed, and all the best mechanics of the world would come to her for advice! She got her calipers out, pen ready, and was about to set to work-

When IT happened.

That sound... that horrendous howl of musical murder, that gargantuan grit of chaotic cacophony and slaying symphonics!

She snapped... her right eye twitched slightly. She stood slowly and saw the culprits, seeing Stormwind plagued by the sound. She cried out to the sky;

"You wanna play that way?! OKAY! Lets play that way!"

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Alor'el worked hours upon her new machine, using good old gnomish auditory technology and a bit of druidic creativity, toying with the large speakerphone. There was a cartoony Horde symbol painted atop it, and she had to use many mechanical sound systems, searching for the right noise... inflections, grunts, growls, quips, chirps, hiccups, gasps, coughs, everything! She sampled everything in a maddened frenzy of vengeance and technological passion! And finally she had it!

After hours of working, in the wee hours of morning within Orgrimmar, the city would hear their great Warchief (or rather, a poorly mechanized version of Garrosh's voice which sounded reminiscent of an orc that recently ate dragon chili) speak over the large piece of machinery, placed right at the gates and aimed at the Hold...

"Warriors of the Horde! HEAR ME!" Cried the machine, Alor'el devilishly rubbing her hands together as she watched from a distance, hiding in the shadows of a hill...

"We have fought great battles! Powerful wars and destructive beasts! Demons FELL before our might! We are the HORDE! Our power is unmatched, unmeasurable and can NOT be held back!

"My bretheren, these battles still inspire us to this day... but not all would agree with us. I remember once, I engaged in a bloody trial of arms against a great Clefthoof in Outland, back home at Nagrand. This small fight was a tale I told to my mother..."

Alor'el laughed manically from behind her hill as the machine continued, now delivering its payload on repeat...

((Link to rest of the speech here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVbQo3IOC_A&t=0m52s ))













((You wanna Drakeroll us? oh you'll get it right back!))

((Uh oh. Drake is so, so dead...xD))

It was a relatively quiet day in Stormwind City. The birds were chirping, the trees had begun to grow their leaves again, people milled about in the early spring air, and such. It was as if there had never been an evil, world-breaking dragon to threaten Azeroth in the first place- light forbid that nonsense was over with. Just a good, quiet day.

Then it started. Though the streets, a mind numbing, earsplitting, facedesk-inducing tune blasted, sending the town into chaos."Never gonna give you uuuup, never gonna let you dooown..." the infernal device sang, and nowhere was there a way to stop it.

Then came a shout, a threat, a battlecry, one that could scare Sageras himself, from the top of the Mage Tower, like a thunderstorm spiraling out of controll.

"DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKEHIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE! You are SO DEAD!"

((Aaaaand mission accomplished. xD))

The past few days tended by some medics had been frustrating. It was difficult for him to accept that he couldn't resume his regular activity. While his eyesight had recovered fairly quickly, his hearing had been more damaged by the audio-visual disruption device. He could still just barely hear the world around him, which frustrated him. How was he supposed to avoid the inconsiderate riders that drove their mounts at full speed through the streets of Stormwind if he couldn't hear them coming from behind?

He had been cleared to visit the library at the Mage's Tower. At least he could get some reading done while he waited for his hearing to return to an acceptable level. He barely recognized the agonized cries as he drew closer to the Recluse, thinking it a practice session of the poorly received Mage's Choir that some apprentices had started recently. He did, however, notice the device. Barely visible under a bit of cloth and surrounded by prostrate people (no doubt having a nap in the grass on this wonderful sunny day). He strode to it and picked it up. Odd, it almost looked like the cloth was a parachute, attached the way it was by rope. But that couldn't be likely. He could feel the device vibrating, projecting sound but he couldn't make out what it was. He looked all over for an off button but perhaps his eyes hadn't quite recovered, for he didn't see one. He shrugged. No matter, perhaps he would consult with his colleagues and see if they had a better idea.

He strode over to the Tower, people running as he strode inside. Ah, how he remembered his apprenticeship. He had also been eager to get to mealtimes too but he never remembered people running THAT fast! Perhaps it was enchillada day? The menu had changed significantly since his days at the Tower.

His progress took him past the dormatories. Odd, when did they start practicing fire procedures during the middle of the day? Didn't the Headmaster know it was a better indicator of their training if they did it during the night when it wasn't expected? And clutching their heads was a new addition. Perhaps he'd inquire about it when he could maintain a conversation.

The Library was effectively deserted when he arrived. Not even the Archivist was at his customary post. Perhaps he was visiting the water closet? No matter. He knew his way around anyway, practically living here during his education in the arcane. He set the device down on a table and, after plucking a few tomes from the shelves, set down and started reading. Ah, peace and quiet.

((Brilliant. xD))