This is my story of a person who gets transported to the world of Azeroth and her journey. Contains a lot of game references but some original story parts blended in.
Day 1
The last thing I remembered was sitting in front of my computer debating on which game to Play Swtor or WoW, and the next thing I know, I am landing on the ground with such a force as to make everything hurt.
"We need a priest out here on the double." Marshal McBride ordered. A priest scrambled out and looked down.
"What happened?" She asked as she started a healing spell.
"Don't really know, but the gnome just fell out of nowhere." He replied. Gnome? I thought. Who were they talking about? I thought as I felt this warm feeling.
"Well she is stable for now help me bring her inside." She asked, and I felt myself being picked up and carried. Could they be talking about me? They can't be talking about me as I am not a Gnome. They laid me down on something and removed my backpack. I had a backpack? A thousand other questions went through my mind, but I slowly faded into unconsciousness. "She is finally resting. Hopefully she can explain her sudden arrival here."
"It has been a long time since a new arrival has shown up, and with such a dramatic entrance I wonder what is going on?" McBride wondered. The priest didn't answer him and after a few minutes he went back outside. The priestess watched over the new arrival and wondered a few things, where did she fall from? Why was a gnome here this far away from her people? The other thing that bothered her was why now? It had been a long time since an adventurer came to Northshire Abbey. After the last of these had left she and the others have been trying to take back the mine and the wine fields to no avail. Only during the influx did they have some control. Tomorrow will see this gnome awake and maybe an answer will be found.