Glasswalker's Story
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Glasswalker,
a druid, at level 13, in Thunderbluff at the Bank
(July 15, 2010)
The day was setting in Durotar. A huge Tauren was sitting in front of one of the pig farms near the high walls of Orgrimmar staring at the Sun, while it turned from the bright orange-yellow to the reddish tone before setting. When it started to hide, the Tauren got up and walked toward the orc city.
Once inside, the Tauren reached for a small metal box in his pouch. The metal box was covered with cogs and wires, and at the moment he touched it, the cogs started to spin and the box transformed to a humanoid-shaped robot, as high as the Tauren’s knees.
The robot started to follow his huge owner and both aimed toward the higher part of the city, near the lake. On the way, some guards waved to the duo and, as they walked, the Tauren started to talk.
“I like being at the lake in the Valley of the Spirits. The lake sometimes reminds me of the Stonebull Lake. You know, where I was born. Not that this one can match the size and greatness of it, but it's still a beautiful lake.”
The Tauren sat down on one of the stones and the robot jumped to his lap, and started to move like it was dancing, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. The Tauren smiled and kept talking with the robot, even knowing he could not be understood.
“I have to show you the lake sometime, Lil'XT. The Bloodhoof Village sits north of it, where my mother lived until last Fall, when she passed away to meet our ancestors. She was the one who called me Glasswalker.”
“The night she died was as cold as the one on which she gave me life. It feels like the one starting now, speaking of it. I know you can not feel heat or cold, but believe me, little one. And of course I can not remember the night, but she told me. And my brethren has always been connected somehow to the cold nights.”
“I believe it has something to do with our red eyes. The elders say that Nature finds ways to balance everything. The red can symbolize the heat inside my family. But I do not think it is something you are able to understand now.”
“My father was long gone, if that is what you are thinking now. He used to work with the water well defenders of Mulgore. It was in a Venture Company invasion of the Thunderhoof Water. Well that I first saw an Engineer. He was a Goblin, with long and pointy ears, in ragged clothes, carrying a strange device in his belt. He was attacking the defenders with bombs when the device started to throw fire. Even not knowing then what that was, I was very impressed. I now know how to make fire. I even understand it with my Druidic knowledge, but I am still impressed. And that is why I became an Engineer.”
As the torchlights of Orgrimmar burned high, the Tauren and his mechanical companion aimed for the inn. He planned staying for the night, but then take a flight to Camp Marache, so sleeping a good night in an Inn would be appealing. He continued to talk with his companion about his life.
“I still remember one day when my mother took me to the high peaks where now Thunderbluff sits, when the city was just built. She was pushing a cart with some materials, like jars and pottery, when I first saw the great lifts. We are now used to them, but the first sight made me run towards them. Just like a mad boar, trampling the cart and making a huge mess, I ran up to them. My mother said I stomped at ceramic and glass as if they were bare grass, and she called me Glasswalker since then.”
The Tauren chuckled a little and looked at the moon. He then took the little robot in his huge hands, walked from the lake and, releasing the mechanical pet in the ground, headed toward the inn.
August 20, 2010