Evening on Day Six and I Think I May Puke
So, show of hands, how many of you at home have ever tried to write/draw while in a moving car? Well, try writing in a boat. Out at sea. In the middle of a fucking hurricane. Damn near impossible! But, it is because of my dedication to the cause of documenting my time here on Azeroth that may or may not be my ultimate demise, that I will write through whatever nature throws at me…
Still doesn't make me any less nervous…
Yesterday, Nightwind had Shand'do and I round up the rest of the fleet, "Storms' heading straight towards us, we would be overtaken long before we reached Ratchet." A questioning look from one of the more ship-savvy worgen bade him to elaborate on the "neutral" Goblin-run port-town. "Ratchet, on Kalimdor's central east coast, is run by goblins and shows it. Its streets sprawl in every direction, and the architecture shows no consistency or common vision. It is a city of entertainment and trade, where anything that anyone would ever want to buy — and plenty of things that no one ever wants to buy — is on sale. Casinos, playhouses, brothels, fine restaurants, taverns, tearooms, gladiatorial arenas… Ratchet has it all. From the grungiest sailor to the wealthiest royalty, all can sate their tastes in Ratchet. Ratchet is Kalimdor's largest port, and ships commonly stop here on their way elsewhere. Pirate vessels receive amnesty in Ratchet's waters, bringing an influx of the disreputable and violent." Nightwind's lips curled in disgust, seems like pirates aren't his favorite kind of people. "Indeed, Ratchet is a hotspot, as races of all types and members of all socioeconomic strata rub shoulders in the bazaars. Goblin watchmen are quick to put down conflict and make sure the inhabitants all play nice with each other. The city never stops. Its lights are on, its shops open and its services available at any time of day or night. One can also hire transport in Ratchet, traveling via caravan, ship, zeppelin or more exotic means. Everything in Ratchet has a price, of course.* Avoid going there if you can help it."
Charming.
So Shand'do and I got the fleet back together, the formation is tight and at the ready. Ready to plow through that is.
That man is crazy, I swear it.
So that concludes Day Five on a Boat, Did Some More Flying Too
On to today.
Nightwind was correct, there was a storm heading our way. We reached it's outer fringes sometime early afternoon, around two, maybe. It's probably around… Jack's dead to the world (some kind of herbal mixture Shand'do gave him, lucky bastard) and no-one else has a single clue so I'm going to say around… Seven, maybe eight in the evening. Hard to tell since all the water in the universe seems to be coming down around our heads.
Fun times.
Fuck this. I'm going to bed.
A/N: Almost at the end of the Running Arc, promise. I don't know what I want Rae to do next, well I do, but I'm not sure if I want her to do some in-game quests (which will get boring after a while, I know but Foundation!) or if I want her to go off the rails and do whatever the fuck she wants (because, let's face it, Rae will be the one who runs this show, I'm just the poor sap that started this insanity).
* : Got a description for Ratchet off of WoWWiki so I do not own it