(not entering, just thought wanted to do a little “love” story)
Once upon a time there was a Gnome
Not a special Gnome just a 0, or maybe a 1 like most others.
This Gnome was new the the World, and nervous, maybe slightly scared. The Gnome quickly obtained a desire; to be the bestest Gnome in the World, or go mad and crazy in the process!
Our little Gnome hastily ventured forth into the world leaving the ruins of Gnomeregan behind. And so began the quest for greatness, or madness.
Many a foe fell before the little Gnome in these adventures, but luckily for us, the Gnome, and the World, there be boars and gnolls aplenty.
Much timed had passed by, the Gnome had grown, stronger, wiser, older, in fact turned 60 some time past. But despite all the Gnomes achievements in the past, even with all the lewt and friends gathered, it still felt like something was missing.
Sitting, leaning against a swift Frostsaber, by a stream in the forest, pondering all these questions and the meaning of life in Azeroth, the Gnome heard a sound.
It was the sound of fighting, sticks and swords clashing, and the peculiar but specific sound of a creature, in pain.
Awoken from the deep thoughts, quickly the Gnome blinked in the direction of the noises.
A foul Orc, and disgusting Undead, on a slaughtering spree. Disturbed by the scene ahead, the Gnome engulfed in fire and smote the interlopers for their vile transgressions. These youngsters, no match for senior Gnome, (size isn’t everything you see), and watched them burn as they tried to flee.
Searching the wrecked camp and corpses the Gnome came upon a single survivor, an egg.
Even if it might be natures way, the Gnome couldn’t just leave the egg to its fate, and took it home.
After much time caring for the egg, keeping it safe, keeping it warm, one day it started to crack. Beneath a piece of shell the Gnome saw a giant eye peeking back, and the Gnome remembered back when it was still “little” and peeking out, nervously, at the big strange world. Then after a while the little one finally crawled out of the egg, and jumped in the arms of the Gnomes with a big Rrrlll. The Gnome named the little Murloc; Lurky, and from this day on they would spend every second together. The tales of the two together could fill entire libraries and there is far too little time or room to account it all here. Let it be enough, that they were happy.
Until years later, and Lurky somehow vanished into nowhere without clue or warning.
The Gnome spend much time and effort trying to get Lurky back, and even sought out the only one more powerful; the treacherous and despised Game Master, despite knowing such favour might come at a great cost.
But the evil Game Master laughed at the little Gnome and turned away. Once more the Gnome dared to stand before the Game Master, only to be scoffed, belittled, and reminded of how insignificant its power were by comparison. Abandoning all pride and humility the Gnome threw it self before the Game Master one final time, but alas, to no avail.
Having disturbed and annoyed the Game Master enough for the last time, the Game Master was finally fed up with the troubling Gnome, and cast it from the land; into the dark Void.
Just before the Gnome disappeared into the shadows, the Gnome saw the smirk and glint in the Master’s eyes, and knew before even hearing; The sound of a distinct Rrrllll, coming from the dungeon beneath the Game Master’s halls
And such was the love between a Gnome and Murloc, that not even the Game Master could keep them apart.
For in time, the Gnome returned from the darkness, and took on the wicked Master, and got Lurky back!
(not my vid, but just to clarify the Lurky love)