Emyi
09-07-2010, 02:57 PM
[Note: This does NOT take into the account that Cataclysm happened and is purely fictional. All for funsies.
SPECULATIVE FUTURE FANWANK]
It had been 75 years since the fall of the Lich King in Northrend.
It felt like it had been an eternity ago.
But even with the fall of one of the most dangerous beings in this plane, peace did not last.
It never does.
Emyi sat over a large pile of papers sprawled out onto a large metal table, both of her palms planted firmly on her forehead as she gazed blankly down at the documents. Her hair had lost that young, vibrant sheen. The once pink and purple hair had dulled to nearly gray. Her youthful features turned into am almost leathery mask of her former self. And yet, the aging gnome still wore her battle plate, decorated with various medals and ribbons across her breastplate.
She dropped her hands, crossing them one of over the other as she looked around the room. Where years ago gas powered lanterns once provided the light now shone brightly more electrical creations. She shook her head and sighed, bringing one hand up to rub the bridge of her nose. It had been so long ago since she had a minute to relax.
Turning her attention back to the documents on the table, she picked up one of them, holding it up so she could read over it:
“General Spragglebolt;
The advances on the orcish city has provided positive results. Gnomish personnel saw to it that every last hut was burned to the ground and nothing was left standing. The greenskins never saw us coming.
Squadron Alpha has broken and headed north while Squadron Zeta turned to head towards the Tauren homelands. Expect positive results within the week.
On another note, the floods have moved further inland. Most of the Barrens is now under water. Reports from Ashenvale say the water has reached Astranaar. And Theramore...
Communications by radio will be reconnected within the next day or so. I expect to speak with you more on these terms.
Agent #44563”
Emyi sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she slid off the chair and clamored her way out the door of the small room, “I need some air...” She tapped the door open with the steel boot and stepped out into the now blossoming city of Gnomeregan.
Majority of the city still lie deep within the mountains, far below the surface of Dun Morogh. Though, by now, most of lower regions had been retrofitted to be residential quarters. And with the passing of Mekkatorque, his heir took his rightful throne to rule over the newly pronounced nation of Gnomes.
The upper areas outside of the city had been turned into something that was far from imagination 75 years ago. The tops of the mountains had been stripped off, making way for the perfect foundation of the newest of Gnomish inventions. Sky scrappers reached far into the skies above, entire areas surrounding these buildings having become work yards, building tanks, airships, gnomish planes. The once snowy fields that surrounded the city had far since melted and greenery had quickly taken hold. The air was thick with steam, constantly erupting from the vents of the factories and the housing below. Various mechanical creations stomped around the upper lands, dragging along with them materials for the jobs ahead.
And Emyi’s little hut was stationed up on a cliff, overlooking the city with a hand full of other buildings. She shook her head, looking up to the tallest building in the center, properly named Mekkatorque Tower, and the proud purple and gold banner that hang hundreds of feet down the side of it. She smiled and popped off a salute.
It was far more than she could have imagined. Something changed the surface of the world years ago. The ice caps around Northrend had melted, the planet had heated up and the resulting water levels and climate change turned some of the most desolate lands into those that thrived. And those before that were green seemed to be gone.
Feralas and Ashenvale seemed to be the hardest hit. Both lands had been stripped clean of all their greenery by the orcs and the goblins and the flood that followed took quick hold over the desolate lands. The deserts of Tanaris and the crater to the west were gone. Orgrimmar was the first major city to feel the effects of the changing world, the orcs having since relocated further inland to escape the rising oceans.
But the gnomes sought to it to make sure the orcs would be set back a few hundred years. That was what the document was about. New Orgrimmar was razed and the remaining orcs had been rounded up like cattle.
The Night Elves had all since retreated to their secluded tree, cutting themselves off from the rest of the world once their corruption of Teldrassil had been cleansed. Although small pacts of Elves still aligned themselves with the Alliance, majority of them took back to hiding in the night and living in seclusion. Emyi honestly found that to be much better.
Kalimdor had obviously seen much better days.
The Eastern Kingdoms however, seemed to be in a much better state.
Stormwind expanded it’s walls far beyond Elwynn Forest and into the lands of Duskwood to the south. Parts of the old city had flooded, as did nearly all of Westfall. Stranglethorn to the far south had become nothing more than a few speckle islands. Blackrock mountain had erupted once again, not only wiping out everything that resided within the rocky walls, but completely flattened out the surrounding lands.
The Wetlands had become the Bay of Menethil, the waters reaching far inland. Most of Hillsbrad also lay in ruins beneath the newly formed ocean. And further north? Well...
Emyi pulled the small device from her side, pressing the button and speaking into it slowly, “Scarlet Squadron, come in.”
“This is Scarlet Squadron, we hear you loud and clear General,” came a human voice.
“How goes the front in Lordaeron?”
“We have pushed far into the Glades and cut off any reinforcements from the East. The once human city will be ours within the following weeks. Although...”
“Although what?”
“We fear that the Forsaken have been taking their leave through a portal deep within the bowels of Undercity.”
“Damnit...” Emyi cursed as she paced back and forth a moment, “Well, they can only run so far. Most of the Horde had been pushed through the portal. The orcs and trolls have all since been relocated. The Tauren should be following them soon enough. All that stands in our way now are those damned Forsaken and the wretched elves. See to it you find where those deadites are running.”
“Yes General.” The comm clicked off.
She thought to herself quietly as she hooked the comm back onto her belt. ‘Well, Scarlet, it only took nearly a century, but Lordaeron will finally be back in friendly hands before too long. Too bad you couldn’t live to see the day.’
With a loud boom, a portal opened up high above the city, following by a quick burst of wind. From within the portal flew out a large gnomish airship, The Pride of Gnomeregan. The behemoth hovered silently over the air as Emyi couldn’t help but grin.
“Well, time to herd off some more heathens.”
SPECULATIVE FUTURE FANWANK]
It had been 75 years since the fall of the Lich King in Northrend.
It felt like it had been an eternity ago.
But even with the fall of one of the most dangerous beings in this plane, peace did not last.
It never does.
Emyi sat over a large pile of papers sprawled out onto a large metal table, both of her palms planted firmly on her forehead as she gazed blankly down at the documents. Her hair had lost that young, vibrant sheen. The once pink and purple hair had dulled to nearly gray. Her youthful features turned into am almost leathery mask of her former self. And yet, the aging gnome still wore her battle plate, decorated with various medals and ribbons across her breastplate.
She dropped her hands, crossing them one of over the other as she looked around the room. Where years ago gas powered lanterns once provided the light now shone brightly more electrical creations. She shook her head and sighed, bringing one hand up to rub the bridge of her nose. It had been so long ago since she had a minute to relax.
Turning her attention back to the documents on the table, she picked up one of them, holding it up so she could read over it:
“General Spragglebolt;
The advances on the orcish city has provided positive results. Gnomish personnel saw to it that every last hut was burned to the ground and nothing was left standing. The greenskins never saw us coming.
Squadron Alpha has broken and headed north while Squadron Zeta turned to head towards the Tauren homelands. Expect positive results within the week.
On another note, the floods have moved further inland. Most of the Barrens is now under water. Reports from Ashenvale say the water has reached Astranaar. And Theramore...
Communications by radio will be reconnected within the next day or so. I expect to speak with you more on these terms.
Agent #44563”
Emyi sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she slid off the chair and clamored her way out the door of the small room, “I need some air...” She tapped the door open with the steel boot and stepped out into the now blossoming city of Gnomeregan.
Majority of the city still lie deep within the mountains, far below the surface of Dun Morogh. Though, by now, most of lower regions had been retrofitted to be residential quarters. And with the passing of Mekkatorque, his heir took his rightful throne to rule over the newly pronounced nation of Gnomes.
The upper areas outside of the city had been turned into something that was far from imagination 75 years ago. The tops of the mountains had been stripped off, making way for the perfect foundation of the newest of Gnomish inventions. Sky scrappers reached far into the skies above, entire areas surrounding these buildings having become work yards, building tanks, airships, gnomish planes. The once snowy fields that surrounded the city had far since melted and greenery had quickly taken hold. The air was thick with steam, constantly erupting from the vents of the factories and the housing below. Various mechanical creations stomped around the upper lands, dragging along with them materials for the jobs ahead.
And Emyi’s little hut was stationed up on a cliff, overlooking the city with a hand full of other buildings. She shook her head, looking up to the tallest building in the center, properly named Mekkatorque Tower, and the proud purple and gold banner that hang hundreds of feet down the side of it. She smiled and popped off a salute.
It was far more than she could have imagined. Something changed the surface of the world years ago. The ice caps around Northrend had melted, the planet had heated up and the resulting water levels and climate change turned some of the most desolate lands into those that thrived. And those before that were green seemed to be gone.
Feralas and Ashenvale seemed to be the hardest hit. Both lands had been stripped clean of all their greenery by the orcs and the goblins and the flood that followed took quick hold over the desolate lands. The deserts of Tanaris and the crater to the west were gone. Orgrimmar was the first major city to feel the effects of the changing world, the orcs having since relocated further inland to escape the rising oceans.
But the gnomes sought to it to make sure the orcs would be set back a few hundred years. That was what the document was about. New Orgrimmar was razed and the remaining orcs had been rounded up like cattle.
The Night Elves had all since retreated to their secluded tree, cutting themselves off from the rest of the world once their corruption of Teldrassil had been cleansed. Although small pacts of Elves still aligned themselves with the Alliance, majority of them took back to hiding in the night and living in seclusion. Emyi honestly found that to be much better.
Kalimdor had obviously seen much better days.
The Eastern Kingdoms however, seemed to be in a much better state.
Stormwind expanded it’s walls far beyond Elwynn Forest and into the lands of Duskwood to the south. Parts of the old city had flooded, as did nearly all of Westfall. Stranglethorn to the far south had become nothing more than a few speckle islands. Blackrock mountain had erupted once again, not only wiping out everything that resided within the rocky walls, but completely flattened out the surrounding lands.
The Wetlands had become the Bay of Menethil, the waters reaching far inland. Most of Hillsbrad also lay in ruins beneath the newly formed ocean. And further north? Well...
Emyi pulled the small device from her side, pressing the button and speaking into it slowly, “Scarlet Squadron, come in.”
“This is Scarlet Squadron, we hear you loud and clear General,” came a human voice.
“How goes the front in Lordaeron?”
“We have pushed far into the Glades and cut off any reinforcements from the East. The once human city will be ours within the following weeks. Although...”
“Although what?”
“We fear that the Forsaken have been taking their leave through a portal deep within the bowels of Undercity.”
“Damnit...” Emyi cursed as she paced back and forth a moment, “Well, they can only run so far. Most of the Horde had been pushed through the portal. The orcs and trolls have all since been relocated. The Tauren should be following them soon enough. All that stands in our way now are those damned Forsaken and the wretched elves. See to it you find where those deadites are running.”
“Yes General.” The comm clicked off.
She thought to herself quietly as she hooked the comm back onto her belt. ‘Well, Scarlet, it only took nearly a century, but Lordaeron will finally be back in friendly hands before too long. Too bad you couldn’t live to see the day.’
With a loud boom, a portal opened up high above the city, following by a quick burst of wind. From within the portal flew out a large gnomish airship, The Pride of Gnomeregan. The behemoth hovered silently over the air as Emyi couldn’t help but grin.
“Well, time to herd off some more heathens.”