I was merrily leveling up my noob character and had joined a guild of friendly beings. As I was resting after a near death experience, I took a moment to read guild chat. The following story blossomed from another as he told us of his latest explorations.
Having just finished work on my newest creation at the Great Anvil in Ironforge, I strode into the city, eager to explore a bit further and hopefully reveal some of its newest mysteries. Ironforge has always held a place in my heart. The sheer magnitude of this city is just mind-boggling. The work put into such an effort is beyond my own comprehension and when looking upon the inner workings of this wondrous city, one can only feel insignificant against its magnitude.
My wanderings eventually took me into Tinker Town. This section of the city is home to the ever-inventive gnomes. The sounds of their creations rang through the halls here, and the acrid smell of burning fuel drifted through the air. Not entirely unaccustomed to this smell myself; I decided to press on and try to get a glimpse at some of the new creations that were being worked upon.
Before I had a chance to however, my ears caught some bits of conversation issuing forth from down a long hallway. The words “new travel form” caught my attention and being the curious Mage that I am, I just had to find out what was going on.