Mining by Moonlight: Dun Morogh is so beautiful!

Expert engineer Driva proudly presents a new line of products; Come and buy your Exploding Sheep from me! Driva also provides your summer party with fireworks and can make numerous other gadgets, including two different types of goggles. Meet Driva in Ironforge on Darkmoon Faire or send her mail with enquiries!

At long last, I am home safe and sound. From now on I will settle with some peaceful fishing in the Loch.

Phew!

Imagine the terror in Dithering Driva when she swooped under the legs of this horror!

There was tin to be found in Tarren Mill allright, but the cost! Oh the cost was too dear to Driva.

Sweet, sweet Loch Modan!

Iiie! Iiie! Tarren Mill is full of wraiths!

I made it to Soutshore in one piece. I can take a gryphon from here back to Ironforge when I will. To travel this far and not have one single go at mining that precious ore though... Driva has to have another go! I will travel north towards Tarren Mill today, and hope for the best.

I'm in Arathi Higlands and Driva is very, very scared. I feel smaller than when I was a little pup! Evil things prowls the grass, huge monsters and magical creatures that can wipe out poor little me with a single blow. Scared so scared! The ways are patrolled by armoured guards on horses, but they don't help poor Driva when she asks, they laugh at her. Laugh at me!

Oh, what am I to do? Itty-bitty Driva can't stand the horror! I move as fast as I dare towards Hillsbrad Foothills and hope to find shelter.

Driva is setting out on a journey vast and epic! The dwarfes of Ironforge tell tales of lands far far away that are brimming with silver, iron and tin! Rich mineral veins can be seen with the naked eye everywhere and anyone brave enough to face the evil creatures of the plains there will be rich in no time!

Driva will seek her fortune in the north! Stories of riches and success will be written soon!

Driva is traveling from the dot to the cross!

I have come to find myself at home with the exile gnomes in Ironforge, and to them and Tinker Town is where I return from my journeys. The sight of High Tinker Gelbin Mekkatorq is not as novel as it once was, but I never forget to pay my respects to the dear man.

A fortune in gold Dedicated Driva has made from copper. I have invested in my engineering training and made myself some pretty awesome googles! And the gold was enough to buy me a full body armour, so terrifying Driva is more Demoralizing to troggies than ever!

Me in the Valley of Kings

See how those puny troggies run from mighty warrior me!

No enemy is too large for Driva!

One must not forget where one comes from when fame and fortune has befallen them, and Driva understands this. A visit to Coldridge was payed and papa was proud as any gnome can be! It was good to be home with ale and dine, and the look on peoples faces when I told them about how I single-handedly took the head from terrifying Chok'sul!

Coldridge is cozy-dozy and sweet, but I don't think I will see more of home anytime soon.

Coldridge

There is an exhibition in Ironforge where you can learn history and see strange things. Can you imagine a monster as big as this? Dear distressed Driva could fit through its eye!

Devoted Driva has been busy indeed! I have become the trogg bane I set out to be. I went to Valley of Kings and spoke to Mountaineer Cobbleflint and Captain Rugelfuss, and they both gave me the honourable quest to kill stinky troggs by the dozen. Together with my friend Duntze I made my name one to be feared amongst those yukkies!

Driva's reputation reached the ears of Senator Mehr Stonehallow who requested Dutiful Driva scourge all smelly troggs from Gol'Bolar quarry too. I surely did well!

I also met a new friend and travelled to new places, but that is a tale for another night.

A trogg is slayed by Brougham and Driva in Westfall

An artsy-craftsy little gnome Dear Driva is. I learned how to mine minerals the other day, and that's what Driva's been up to. I've been roaming the mountains in Dun Morogh and around Stormwind and retrieved quite a catch of copper ore.

The weather was warm in Eastern Kingdoms this day.

Since talented Driva has a knack for lovely machinery she put the ore to good use! The forge in Ironforge is mighty indeed, and honoured me got leave to use it for smelting and engineering. A kind gnome in Tinker Town taught me some tricks and later that day Driva deviced a nice boomstick with bullets and a handfull of boom-boom dynamite. With this Daunting Driva will hunt rabbit, bear and trogg!

Driva poses at the great forge.

Driva uses the forge!

I promissed to tell you about my recent travels with Duntze. It was one marvel after another! Driva has never been to dwarf capital Ironforge. That's where most of us gnome exiles live, and that's where Duntze took Driva! The entrance to Ironforge was both intimidating and glorious. The size of it! Driva couldn't stop gawking.

Gateway to Ironforge

The city was huge, and Driva would be lost in an instant if it wasn't for Duntze, the reliable silly dwarf. He took me to Tinker Town where most of us gnome exiles live, and I got to meet Gelbin Mekkatorque, leader of all gnomes! We haven't got a proper king or queen for hundreds of years, but we have appointed the office of High Tinker to Mekkatorque. All this, Duntze told me, and I of course payed my respect to my leader.

From there we went to Deeprun tram. Now that's a marvel poor Dopey Driva can't describe. An underground construction like a steel wagon stuck on rails, moving fast as anything! It took us from Ironforge to the human capital, Stormwind.

Deeprun tram even went under water!

Stormwind was as huge as Ironforge, but not as beautiful. It was full of unbelievable tall people the like I've never seen! The entrance to the city was as faburaculous as the one to the dwarven city.

Stormwind city with all it's statues, neither one a gnome.

From Stormwind we payed for gryphon flight back to Dun Morogh. It seems impossible to travel so far and see so much in just one day! The world is much bigger and much smaller than I thought it was.

Driva feels like a simpleminded peasant after all these experiences. Now I know dear old Coldridge can hold me no more. Deftly Driva still wants to beat up troggs, but from this day hence she also wants to travel the world!

Hello there! I'm a spunky-nifty gnome from Coldridge valley, and this is my journal. I'm not very well educated, but papa told me the letters when I was an itty-bitty gnomeling, and I've never come to regret the time spent studying those of course.

Obviously I'm no scholar; Driva is feisty warrior! I dress in mail and beat up evil troggs. Or would like to anyway, those nasty-nasty things who destroyed our birthplace are no good. Papa told me that too, but the story about Gnomeregan is well known in Coldridge naturally. That's why Driva learned to fight, to give those troggs what's coming to them!

Recently Driva has become restless and is travelling the great big woodly-woodle world! I'm nearly thirty and have to make a name for myself soon me thinks. Driva Troggslayer! Hehe.

I met a nice person, a dwarf named Duntze with a beautiful white braid. He's been showing me a lot of Dun Morogh, but I will write about that another night.

Nice to make your acquaintance! You will hear from Driva again soon.

Here's a picture of me at home.