Karyth---Cataclysm

==The Tests - One==
Karyrth was not hysterical with fear which he thought he would be considering the world was coming to an end with Deathwing. Ignar, the new High Thane of the clan was mildly afraid but was responsible for the clan's survival. Tulisan, who stood near the tree was not afraid at all nor was he responsible for the clan safety. He held out his remote and pressed the button. The tree, rather average and something you would expect in Elwynn forest, exploded. Burnt branches and sticks flew apart, tearing the grass from the ground and scarring the soil. A spectacular wave of fire left a patch of the ground barren.
'Do ye think it works?' called Tulisan, pulling off his goggles.
'Aye it works alright! The druids'll give ye trouble though!' Karyrth yelled over the noise. Tulisan made a dismissive gesture and walked over.
Karyrth stomped out a burning bush, leaving it flat but not burned.
'Did ye hear the news?' Tulisan asked. 'Hazgin's got some new designs on the blackboard. Somethin' gnomish. He's like Jemma that way. No trust for goblin devices. They're safe provided ye buy them at higher prices, but that's a small cost for excellent explosives.'
Karyrth frowned. When Ignar sent the clan's inner members to prepare for the cataclysm, Tulisan seemed to think the answer to fire elementals was more fire.
'It'll work fine but how's that gonna help against beings o' fire?'
'Excellent point lad,' said Tulisan, picking up another bag of bombs and spreading them out. He threw them lazily at the burning bushes and yawned.
'I'm gonna take a little nap. Take over for me since yer here,' he muttered, walking over to nearby Goldshire. Karyrth watched him go, thinking: "It's gonna be a long day.
==The Tests - Two==
The walkways of Ironforge were, at night, peaceful enough for a dwarf to take a walk. He strolled without paying much heed to the warlocks, warriors and various others walking by. The news of the Cataclysm made him lose sleep: how could he sleep when Azeroth could blow apart? So he walked. He walked through the dim halls of Ironforge, writing various supply letters and picking dirt off his gun. Rounding a corner, Karyrth did not think back on Ignar's stunts here.
THUMP!
Karyrth went flying as some blunt force sent him through the air. He slammed a shell in his gun before he landed and fumbled for his torch, painfully aware of his surroundings. The crash reminded him of the dangers of choppers. Ignar was on his chopper.
'Watch were yer walkin' lad!' he cried, turning sharply. His impressive turn made Karyth wonder how someone so deft could be so daft.
'I'm just takin' a stroll until ye came flying outta nowhere wi' that bike o' yours. Cursed thing,' called Karyrth.
'Huh. Ye didn't call it a cursed thing when ye started tae build one did ye,' retorted Ignar, without any spite or malice. He zoomed off into the military ward leaving Karyrth standing there, confounded. He turned on his buzzbox and listened to the chatter. Belmen and Tulisan were arguing about explosive cakes and warlocks and Ignar was mentioned something about Zul'Gurub. Something was tugging at his cloak, he just noticed. A gnome was hoisting his cape until he looked.
'Can I help you?' Karyrth asked.
'Yes you can! Are you Karyrth?' cried the gnome loudly.
'Yes.'
'You've won a place in the Shimmering flats race of today! All you have to do is race round the flats and back -FIRST- to claim your prize.'
'Three things. One: I don't have a chopper, two: it's the night and three: how do I know you're not lying?' Karyrth asked.
'The prize is a mechanical core of a mechagnome,' said the gnome evidently hoping to bewilder Karyrth yet his technological knowledge could grasp the weird 'nature' of mechagnomes.
'Do those cores you speak of work?'
'Yes.'
He pondered for a moment, he needed a core for his intended dragon killing machine, and then said, 'Very well, I'll come.'
==The Tests - Three==
Somehow or other he had came to the Shimmering flats. The sun was beating down, warming the sand beyond the tolerance of most and heating the racers. Among their numbers were two night elves, the first thin and tall, the second somewhat shorter and not dour as was the first. Another dwarf stood near by, bearing a resemblance to the bloodsails that raided Booty Bay every other day. Three humans of forgetful stature and face stood there.
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