Dalaran, City of Trickery!
Dalaran, City of Trickery!
Day 1, Morning. I just arrived in the mystical city of Dalaran. The mages around me wandering the streets and lamenting the presence of a Druid in their midst. So be it, but their stores are atleast open to all. I began to search for the needed stores to restock. An armor shop for a repair. The Alchemist for some new vials. Next on the list were the seeds and roots needed for my magical spells. Across the way is a shop named Abracadabra. That sounds about right. I approach the store and a trap door opens below my feet. I fell through Abracadabra and magically landed near a large pile of gold. The two shopkeepers were nearby but they chose to ignore me, infatuated with the gold. Right as I was about to stuff my own pockets, a mysterious voice appeared and whisked me to the other side of the gate. I had not asked for such help, but in a way I was grateful to the voice, as I had no other means out, doomed to die with the gold I had found.
Day 1, Afternoon. I decided to take a look around the sewers. A dark and rank tunnel underneath the glorious city. A spot that isn’t talked about very often. Suddenly, a rat sprang out from the wall. Startled, I jumped to the side, and fell into a pit. Cursing the Dalaran mages for not thinking of those without Blink, and giving us handrails, I began to call out to the mysterious voice from before. “Help me!” I said. But to no avail. I broke down and began to cry. If I used my own magic, it would be months before I could return to this city. As I sit there amongst the sludge pondering what to do, the environment around me warps and I am once again above ground in the mysterious city of Dalaran. And then, a new voice calls out to me. “Stop jumping into places you shouldn’t!” … He had a point. Perhaps it was enough exploration for today. Besides, I really needed a shower.
Day 2, Afternoon. After a short adventure, I realized I needed a bit of a shave. I headed off towards the barber shop. It seemed oddly empty for such a busy city. I looked around through the door, and proceeded to step inside. The floor gave way and I could see rocks around me racing past! I scrambled to find my magical cape but I feared it was too late! I flapped my arms instinctively, but paused for a second to question why it was so instinctive… Ah! I had transformed into an eloquent raven, saving myself the likely excrutiating pain that was almost sure to soon arrive. I flew up into the clouds, and swooped back into Dalaran. But not before laughing at the Horde Guards who could not seem to figure out what to do with me. I landed in front of the Barber Shop and the magics of Dalaran took hold of me once again, returning me to my Night Elf form. I took a step back and then ran forward, leaping over the entrance. I then greeted the Barber plesantly, and asked him for a shave, but this time, not quite so close.
Day 3, Evening. I thought it would be a good night for a run. The past few days had been quite stressful, and the cool air rushing past would be quite relaxing. The Dalaran Mages had decided to trust me enough to use a bit of my shapeshifting magic. I gave way to the instincts of the cheetah inside me, and off I ran through the streets. Peddlers on the side offered me fruit and flowers, but none of that interested me. All I needed was the night wind and the stone walkways under my paws. I turn to the right and race down the street. The Horde Guards looked very unhappy today. I wonder if they’ve had other ravens come and visit. I rush past and take another right. As I do so, I hear a voice behind me calling out the one word to make my stop in my tracks. Fish. I spin around, tucking my tail some to keep my balance. I am now at the feet of the merchant, looking up at him with my tail wagging. Mmmmm, fish. He seems to understand why I’m there, and motions towards the nearby fountain. I look inside and see dozens of small fish towards the bottom. I turn around and look at him again, and he nods. I raise my paw to strike, and suddenly I’m pushed into the fountain! But it’s not a fountain! It’s a hole in the ground, another mage trick! I try and leap out. I try and climb out. Nothing! Accursed mages! Damn them and their ‘mystical’ city! I’m done with this place! I begin to chant my Druidic spell and then am surrounded by the pleasant aroma of the wilderness, and the tall trees of my only true home, Moonglade. Now, if only there was actually a place to put my things here, then I’d never leave.
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