CHAPTER ONE:
Walking through the gates of Ironforge again was an experience that nearly brought tears to his eyes. The last time he had seen them was as he was leaving, around 50 years ago to the day.
The reason for his return now was one of duty, his eldest son had recently been giving a robe and mace and sent out into the world to bring honour to his family and the Alliance. He couldn't say he was glad his son had chosen the way of the Priest, but as long as it meant more pain to the Horde and any other evils out there he was always going to be proud of his son anyway.
Back in his prime, maybe a year before the incident that had him turn his back on his life he had been one of most renowned dwarven Warriors this side of Northrend… and on that note he once again remembered the purpose of his trip to Ironforge.
Rumours had finally filtered their way through to Northshire, where he had built a small cottage and raised a family with his beautiful wife, rumours of dark tidings and the discovery of Arthas' Northrend stronghold, the dreaded Frozen Throne.
Already it seemed that the crème de la crème of the Alliance had been sent to Northrend to try and deal with him once and for all, but reports were too shocking to say, even as an understatement, that these expeditions were going very badly.
But Rathtalamar Ragebrew, known simply as Ragebrew, or as he had recently found out he still was, Corporal Ragebrew, was on his way to do something about that.
He had been the main Warrior of the guild he had formed, and he was sure still existed, and whom he hoped were still alive so that his words would have weight when he met with the new leader. Ragebrew let out a smile when he walked up to the broken doorframe of the front-door to the building that he had lived in during his days fighting for the Alliance.
In etched into the stone was the word Tribute in honour to what those in his guild had been fighting for. The words had been enchanted to appear pitch-black but be glowing bright gold, the enchanter of which had become his wife.
As he pushed open the rusted door, he was greeted to a very different sight then that of the outside of the building. The place was very luxurious, with large purple pillows and chairs, a particularly large dining table that meetings were held at, and many places to sit and think without anyone actually noticing your existence unless they looked closely.
As he stood admiring his old hideout, he noticed a few confused faces staring up at him from the nearest collection of chairs and pillows. One of them, a human, stood up and looked him in the eye, but in a kind way. He was about twice Ragebrew's height, and was obviously a Paladin, because Ragebrew hadn't and would never forget the look of the Lawbringer armour set. His pale gold armour glinted from all the light reflecting from it.
"Can I help you sir?" he asked nicely, but as though he was talking to an old man with mind problems.
"Yes you can. For one don't call me sir, and two I'd like to know who is in charge of this here guild laddy!" Ragebrew half asked half commanded.
A gnome sitting down at the time piped up, "I haven't heard such subtle arrogance in a long time" and he turned around to look at Ragebrew from under his deep hood, though he didn't take it back so Ragebrew could look at him. "Though I guess that's an improvement on your original idea of subtle arrogance", the Gnome finally took back the hood, revealing a face that was like any other gnomes' except for a large scar over one eye and a long, bushy, black beard that matched the equally black hair on his head. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he thrust his arm forwards, launching a large Fireblast at Ragebrew, who instantly had his shield in his hand and deflected it right back at the not so stunned gnome Mage who simply dissipated it with a flick of the wrist.
"I have so missed our fun little duels" said the Gnome, who Ragebrew knew to be Fizzle Spriteclock, or just Flimbulvetur in accordance to his incredible mastery of the powers of ice which had earned him the title of Grand Marshal once upon a time. He had kept the position for about a week, when he was relieved of his duties for the sake of a peace bargain with the Horde, who were, in fact, very scared of Flimbulvetur and his almost tornado strength Blizzard spells.
"So have I, but fortunately, we shall have many chances to duel from now on, as I have come to reclaim my guild!" Ragebrew exclaimed as though expecting a cheer from Fizzle, but instead the gnome just hung his head just as the human who had greeted him burst out, "Not a chance in hell! Who do you think you are? Coming in here and think you can reclaim what isn't yours anymore! Besides, now that I think about it I know who you are, and so there is no chance you are getting Tribute back you bastard!" With that the Paladin tackled him, and they both went flying out of the window to land near a crowd of people lining up for the Auction House.
Fizzle smacked his hand against his forehead, "This is only going to get worse if I don't do anything", with that a brawl began.
