Reclamation

My High Tinker sent out the call. It was time to reclaim my home Gnomeregan and I was required to join him on the offensive.

Home.

That is a strange word for me now. Gnomeregan is the place of my birth, where I was forged into and adult, the land of my ancestors. But I hadn't lived there for almost a decade. I had recreated my life in Darnassus. I had recreated my unlife in Darnassus!

One gnome at the ready!

But I couldn't leave Mekkatorque in the lurch. Even if my ties were waning Gnomeregan had a special place in my heart. I would see it restored.

It wouldn't be easy, but I would carry the banner and offer my sword to once and for all rid the world of Mekkatorque.

I could feel the zeal and furore building. It was contagious. I summoned my deathcharger, Binky, and raced away to Ironforge to answer the call.

After assisting in the recruitment process I was sent for training at the muster point at Steelgrill's Depot.

I realised how far I'd come from my gnomish roots during the training. The master drill sergeant was getting the recruits to do inane drills that held no military value. At least we got to test out the new toys, which performed up to gnomish standards, that is to say - better than anything goblin made!

The army!

In true gnomish form, after a motivational speech, we were thrown into the fray - forcing our way into Gnomeregan with the help of our allies and our technology.

Mekkatorque was in the lead, bravely confronting Mekgineer Thermaplugg. My heart swelled with pride as Mekkatorque's responded to the cry "IT'S A TRAP. That's a fully functioning irradiator" by calmly ask for an arclight spanner.

The final confrontation!

It was a good day to be a gnome.