Some pictures from Zul'Farrak, from before my pirate adventure. Why Brougham (the one with the fancy pony pose) and Rabelais choose to go without clothes is unclear to me. Anyhow the place was a bit dull, so we opened another of my brewfest casks. As Sticker put it: "Nothing like a completely smashed healer to add interest to dungeon crawling."








(( The two players without clothes-bug is the strangest one I've encountered in a game ))

I ran into the most sad and beautiful sight: The spirit of a blue dragon wanders Azshara. He says he has to keep watch for all eternity, but over what I could not discern.

Greetings Driva!
The Gnome Appreciation Initiative has selected you today to recieve our Winter Veil Action Pack.

Merry Winter Veil

For Gnomeregan!

Enclosed




Dear Gnubette,
Gnome Appreciation Initiative

Driva is at a loss for words. I was sure that my dauntless imposing self would soon be recognized by citizens throughout Azeroth with epithets, trinkets, love mails and the like, but this official set of stunning gifts at this time was unexpected. Driva must most humbly bow her head in gracefull thanks!

It is good that my fame is finally glowing bright.

Happy Winter Veil!
Driva

Enclosed

You will never believe what happened! Driva found a treasuremap, about a month ago. Being inteligent beyond meassure I quickly found out where to dig: at Land's End Beach, south Tanaris. I came there, finding the sands crowded with all kinds of bones - troll, human, elf, orc. Of course that doesn't scare Determined Driva.

I got my landmarks and started digging — only to be jumped by twenty fierce pirates! Driva fought valiantly, but was outnumbered by one or two, and when I screa told them about my fame and rich loved ones, they bound me down and held me for ransom.

A whole month they held me, and fed me nothing but turtle and salt water. Their leader, Cuergo, was all smug and thought he was better than Driva, but one night I proved him wrong. I escaped my bounds and stabbed him in the bac challenged him to a duel. We fought for a good hour before Driva the Decimator put a brutal but valiant end to Cuergo.

Long story short, I took his treasure and swam with it on my back half a league to the main land.

Oh it was good to see friendly faces again! Thank heavens I'm home. I'll never eat another turtle in my life.

Party in Ironforge! That place is wicked.

I went to Exodar and got to ride an Elekk. I want me one of these! I shall persuade those high and holy draenei to sell me one.

Brougham sends salutations from Tanaris!

Driva was talking to this kind man in Auberdine when a bear appeared and started dancing. I tossed it a gold coin, it danced some more and fell asleep. Azeroth is the strangest place.

It has been hard, hard work, but finally Driva built a Mithril Mechanical Dragonling. It's a cute creature with fiery skills, and it sells well to other engineers. Driva will keep hers. Maybe I some day will learn how to make Milli Featherwhistle's Mechanostrider! Madeleine from the Trailblazers asked when it will be availible in supersize. That will be a nice thing to work out for the future.

I've been fishing a lot and lately Driva has felt that she needs to develop her skills. In this purpose she went to Nat Pagle in Dustwallow Marsh. Mr Pagle is known throughout Azeroth for his skills with a fishing pole. Another kind man, Mimer from the order of Northern Lights, arrived soon to partake of the lessons.

By accident I later that day ran into Mimer in Ferelas, where he tried to catch a Ferelas Ahi. Driva had better skill and hauled in hers in her first throw. For all I know poor Mimer may still be there, trying to catch his.

Who uncovered this ghastly story? What monster did this? It's on top of the Stormwind barbershop!

Here are som images from the Hallow's End costume party.








[20:13:40] [Raptre]: i don't want your coal, Santa.
[20:14:01] Raptre blows a raspberry at Thatzan.
[20:14:03] [Thaztan]: All naughty people have to have coal
[20:14:05] [Thaztan]: It's the law
[20:15:20] [Driva]: I got a cat, not coal.
[20:15:23] You are proud of yourself.
[20:15:35] [Thaztan]: Pride is bad
[20:15:37] [Driva]: Oh.
[20:15:43] Driva looks disappointed.
[20:15:44] [Thaztan]: Enjoy the coal.


[21:08:14] [Thaztan]: Brawl!
[21:08:33] With arms flapping, you strut around Thaztan. Cluck, Cluck, Chicken!
[21:08:35] [Thaztan]: Put that staff away
[21:08:41] [Wizbit]: you bully
[21:08:42] [Driva]: Ooh..
[21:09:02] [Driva]: Hitting people with shticks..
[21:09:21] [Thaztan]: Must defeat you!
[21:09:43] [Driva]: Ouch!
[21:09:48] [Driva]: Ow!
[21:10:31] [Driva]: No!
[21:10:39] [Wizbit]: he fell in the fire
[21:10:45] [Thaztan]: Oh my God, you killed Santa!
[21:11:30] [Thaztan]: How are yo going to break it to all the poor children?
[21:11:56] [Driva]: Santa fell down the stove.
[21:12:01] [Driva]: Burned to death. ...hic!
[21:12:05] [Thaztan]: You pushed him in it
[21:12:15] [Wizbit]: yeah u bully
[21:12:16] [Driva]: A tiny shove!
[21:12:20] [Wizbit]: Coal for u!

At last, Settle is out of my sight forever if fate is kind. Not a single thanks for all the metals I sent her, and nothing in return. She needs someone to put her eyes out for her. Left the guild and joined an order rumor says.

(( and writes about it too of course ))

Candy! Mady, Wiz, Broom and Driva trick and treatet through all Eastern Kingdoms and got candy in every inn. All the way to Light's Hope Chapel in Eastern Plaguelands!

Driva is the savior of Kharanos beer! I was visting relatives when the Thunderbrew Distillery suddently caught fire! It was pure luck Driva was in the outhouse and smelled smoke. I imidiatly took action and organized a water bucket chain. The roof fires caught fast in the wind, and at one point it seemed the whole distillery would go down!

Imagine Driva's surprise when the fires went out and The Headless Horseman dove down from the skies! A ghost from childhood scare tales! It was HE that set Kharanos on fire! As soon as he set hoof to the ground Driva cut him down! Well, with a little help from the locals. And some distillery guests.

Yay! The Horseman dead and the thunderbrew safe!

Driva has got the bestest undercover costume ever! I went to Mulgore totally incognito, and even made friends with a tauren in Booty Bay!

No one could tell the difference!

Hello from the About to be Crashed Forsaken Wickerman Festival!

You know, sometimes I don't think you realize that being short isn't always fun. I usually show you pictures with me in them, never from my own perspective.

It's because you don't see much at all from my perspective. It is no wonder that Driva loves a good mountaintop beneath her feet.

If I don't bend my head 'till my neck breaks I'd be talking to his calves!

Ahoy me hearties! There be ay pirate festival 'n Booty Bay yesteday evenin'! Yer Driva be there fur sure, drinkin an' dancin like there be no Fiddler's Green. Me guild maties be joining me, 'n our allied lasses be there to boot.

Yaarrr can join Captain DeMeza's crew fer a day 'n get yer own piraty outfit, with no dirty deck swabbin 'quierd. Captain be tharr lass and no tha squiffy brute with thar piece.

Yer be no shooting at ther furner, it be only fer fun.

Ain't she a beauty, me lordly lavish Booty Bay?

There be pirates from space shakin ther booty.

Ther be no place for the lily-livered 'n Booty Bay! The swashbucklin' be on 'for the sun set.

Thar be me heartie Klodas, yer be aye candy if me e'er saw it.

No rum 'n no bra'lin' makes me 'n me matey a dull arrr ay.

Driva be guardin' yarr cherry grog!

The Salty Sailor be full o' scoundrel's.

Thar lass in red be Madeleine wi' her burnin' parrot.

[Madeleine]: Perhaps ye wan ta hear de story o' me piraty sel.
[Driva]: Yer piraty sel?
[Madeleine]: Aye de pirate parrot tale.
[Driva]: Arrh.
[Madeleine]: Ye see it all started when ah rescued dis feller from cpativatin.
Madeleine points at Hawk Owl.
[Madeleine]: An then ah come ta join de pirate federatin and dey say:
[Madeleine]: Dat be no parrot.
[Madeleine]: Sos ah when out and found dis un,
Madeleine points at Green Wing Macaw.
[Madeleine]: an when ah brought dis un back
[Madeleine]: dey say yes dat be a parrot but it no be rare enough, we see dozens oh dem.
[Madeleine]: Sos off ah trot again.
[Driva]: Arrh.
[Madeleine]: An ah fine dis one in de dead woods.
[Madeleine]: When ah finally return wi it dey say yes dat be a fine parrot.
Driva cheers at Madeleine.
[Madeleine]: BUT... ye when an rescied it,
[Madeleine]: ye aint cruel enough ta be a pirate!
Driva looks blank.
[Madeleine]: so wha ah did was a when an set fire ta it!
[Driva]: Oooooh!
Driva cheers at Phoenix Hatchling.
[Driva]: That be a fine parrot!
[Madeleine]: De be no complainin afterward!
[Driva]: Yaaarrr!

'n jungle expedition be ending a fine day o' jolly revel! Yaarrr!

Klockmort Spannerspan sent me to Menethil to pick Iron Coral for him. A total waste of time. But I took the opportunity and shot a nice picture of my diving helmet, designed and crafted by Driva herself!

Driva is an artisan engineer now, and can make all sorts of stuff from mechanical battle chickens to gnomish mind control caps, rocket boots, parachute cloaks and more.