“Ye’ve got to do better an’ that lassie! Or yer friends’ll be bringing home tha body in a sack an’ I’m no letting you go out ta be no cannon fodder!”
Flowersz listened once again to Peter berating her, tears blurring her vision of her dwarf trainer and his young daughter. She was trying, trying so [...]
From the Diary of Hillary Fflowers
Dear Diary,
Watch out Arthas, here I come! I’ve finally graduated! Boot camp is finished, and my Draenei bosses are happy to let me lose on the world. I was a bit upset though that there wasn’t a ceremony, none of the the other trainees were considered good enough and [...]
The diary of Hillary Fflowers
Dear diary, another interesting day. I reported for duty on time and had quite a surprise, I was the only recruit to turn up, I wonder where all the others are? There were rumours of some sort of flu, fortunately we Gnomes are made of sterner stuff than the local Drainies. [...]
Hilary Fflowers Diary
Dear Diary, I think that’s how you are supposed to start a diary isn’t it?
Now I’ve left home I thought I’d keep a diary, so, you know, I can share it with my great grandchildren when I’m old and retired.
I’ve arrived safely at Azuremyst Isle and have signed up for warrior training. [...]
A quickie from Flowersz.
Woke up this morning and saw that I had some new post in the mailbox. Odd, I wasn’t expecting any.
Turns out it was a letter from Hillary Fflowers, the son of a lovely couple of gnomes I was introduced to in Tinkertown (it’s the name). It seems he’s decided to take “the [...]
RP on maxing out Jewelcrafting.
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Flowersz delicately put the finishing touches to the ring she was crafting, straightened up, stretched her back and wiped her brow. All this close work was really quite a strain but the end product was worth it. The ring sat there in the vise, a new design, recently learned. It had [...]
Dear Anna,
I do hope you realise how much chaos and confusion your missive dated 30 September 2008 has sown in the world of Azeroth.
Never, I think, since the last invasion has a single person affected my life in such a drastic fashion. I have unexpectedly been wrenched out of my comfortable retirement and sent to [...]
Machine oil? That would be the Curator, soap should get rid of that. Getting a little low, must remember to visit Griftah for some more. Food stains on the tabards, oh yes, Moroes, he never washes his hands. Pig!
I’m not even going to ask what the green stuff is – Gnomes really shouldn’t be let [...]