In the city of Stormwind you can find many things. Some were odd, some fascinating, some strange and some completely ordinary. One house among the sea of roofs was not the latter. In between two houses in Old Town stood an old tower like structure, which seemed to have been an experiment of an architecture that perhaps drank too much canal water. The walls were a mix of brick, mortar and wood, and where the wall of brick and mortar were round suddenly it would become straight with wood. The boards were old and dry, with a yellow peeling paint. The roof was tall and pointed; it indeed dwarfed the other houses around it. Outside the towers door stood a sign:
ARCANA AND MANA SHOP
Of course one of the oddest and strangest of shops would attract the strange customer. There among the shelves of books, old urns, and staves with odd ornaments was a worgen. He’d switch from eyeing and sniffing various objects. He found something that caught his eye, and poked at a funny colored urn. He was blinded by a sudden sharp pain to his nose, letting out a yelp he spun around to find his attacker but found instead a floating rolled Gnomeragan Times paper, it glowed a faint dim purple. He then found a little gnome a little ways off, hand in the air, purple glow about his palm. With a glare the gnome snorted at the worgen and dropped his hand walked away, a shaggy robe train following.
Tyrgard was confused, at one moment he saw the gnome, then he thought about how good apples always have glossy surfaces but apples without always tasted funny and wondered why he thought that was peculiar, and then suddenly the gnome was gone!
However a loud throat clearing caught his attention and he stepped up to the counter while lightly rubbing his nose. There stood the gnome, about three and half feet tall, with a red and black robe with golden trims that was perhaps a few gnome sizes too big for him even though the gnome was a bit on the thicker side. He had barely any hair left on his head but he had a glorious mustache.
“Greetings! My name is Tyrgarde, Tear—“ Tyrgard started but was suddenly caught off.
“Yes yes, Jitters Glitterspark, what is –“ The gnome said, cutting into Tyrgard introduction, but found he himself was also cut off.
“Glitterspark? Why are you called that?” Tyrgard said with a tilt of his head.
Jitters made a noise that could only be a gnome growling, “Cause I set fuzzy things that ask stupid questions on fire.”
“Oh. Well. Think I’ll just look around.” Tyrgard said, perhaps a bit put off. Jitters grumbled something as he stepped onto a tall stool, and then hopped down to another smaller stool to get to the floor. Tyrgard was starting to look around when he noticed from the corner of his eye Jitters entering a different room.
Now, if there was one thing certain about Tyrgard, it was that he was an extremely curious driven creature. He wanted to know what was in that room, no, he needed to know. He would be tormented by the rest of his existence unless he found out what glory laid in that room. He would roll tirelessly at night for the rest of his life unless he entered that room.
He looked around for anyone to see him and found nobody to be in the shop and dropped to all fours and slowly crept. He passed the door way and found a room, much like the previous only with many book shelves stacked high and higher, with a great many ladders of various heights. These shelves had many different items on them, books, urns, odd ornaments, staves, potions, and many other odd things. There were also many counters of various heights on the floor with just as various items. But one stood out.
On this one counter was an odd jewel. It looked to have been smooth, polished crystal, or a material similar. It was in the shape of a female winged figure floating, holding up an orb of the same material and was surrounded by other smaller orbs. As he stared longer at it, he found it started to glow, and beckoned him.
He ducked behind counters, and weaved between bookshelves, until he was right in front of the counter with his prize. Stealth was no longer a concern of his; in fact he didn't seem to have been in the state of mind to have concerns. He slowly reached out to touch the object.
A bright light blinded him, with a echoing “HEY!” and suddenly everything went black.
His eyelids slowly peeled back and he looked around. He was on the floor, book cases towering above him, and so was the gnome, his face did not have a concerned worry look, not at all. His hair was a bit out of place and his mustache had a little zig zag at the end.
“What have you done?!” Jitters shouted.
He had trouble remembering what just happened, he looked at the empty counter, he couldn't quite remember what it had. He knew it was very interesting whatever it was, but he didn't know where it went, or barely even what it looked like.
He started to sit up, his mind still reeling, looking around to get his bearings. He looked again to the empty counter and then to Jitters.
“What”, he hesitated a second, “happen…” he gestured to the counter meaning to ask a question, to express his confusion. However instead his hand suddenly burst into flames and spread to his shoulder. Tyrgard who mind was already quite confused swiftly kicked itself into panic overdrive. He yelped and leaped, knocking back a rather stunned looking gnome, and began waving his arm frantically and running in circles.
To make matters worse, it seemed whenever Tyrgard waved an arm, a chaotic chain reaction resulted from spells of some kind being shot off and destroying various, and valuable, objects. Jitters watched with horror while his valuables were being crushed, stepped on, or set ablaze, and a scowl was starting to etch itself onto his face right behind a giant headache. Clenching his hands he brought them high into the air. Tyrgard found himself suddenly encased in ice.
Of course since it was magic ice, he was still conscious, and he watched as Jitters walked out of the room, and then return with a few stools walking behind him. Stepping to the side the stools lined themselves up to Tyrgard, the tallest first. Jitters then stepped up one by one till he was the same height as the worgen. Jitters gave him a glare and waited a few seconds, his hands clenched. Suddenly the ice vanished and Jitters bonked Tyrgard on the nose with a shout, “BAD!”