A Pilot's Plight
'Well, happy Birthday old boy, it's the eleventh of Pentember, today marks twelve years you've been up here,' the gnome said to himself. The sun was just rising and hadn't yet driven off the chill of nighttime. He shivered and huddled closer to the small fire and drew his blanket around his shoulders for warmth. Even after twelve years though, the wolves howl still made his skin crawl, and there was nothing to take away that chill. 'Ah but what I wouldn't give for a little Suqah tooth,' he muttered to the wind.
Gnomes are a hardy race, though you wouldn't think it to look at them, not when a full grown male is barely the size of a human child. Not only are they a hardy people, but prolific too. Though the Khazard-Gnomish war has been going on for decades, yet the resourceful little people don't seem to be the least bit bothered, and can still be found on nearly every corner of Gielinor.
One place no one would expect to find even the stoutest gnome, though, is the summit of the treacherous, windswept White Wolf Mountain. However, if you were to survive the climb to the peak of aforesaid mountain, that is exactly what you would find. A tiny gnomish pilot and his flying machine have perched in that spot for many years, twelve in fact, but never has anyone paused to ask him his story.
What brings a gnome to the top of the most dangerous mountain in Gielinor? Even more curious, why would he stay there day in and day out for half of his life? Unless, of course, the gnome in question didn't have a choice in the matter.
You see, it all began a dozen years ago. Bleemadge, for that is the gnome in question's name, was just a teenager at the time, and had just been drafted into the army to fight the terrible Khazard. Poor young Bleemadge was scared, he didn't want to go to war. The gnomish death toll was alarmingly high, and growing every day. Beemadge didn't want to die.
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