THREE GO TO UNDERCITY


The adventure begins

One night after a long day's struggle with questing, me (and Smurfy), Tialana, and Modnahria still had enough energy to get ourselves into mischief. Modnahria suggested going to the Horde city of Undercity and looking for boys to flirt and giggle with. She'd seen some trolls over in that neck of the woods who weren't that bad looking - maybe we would get a few cheap dates. Our eyes widened at the thought and we declared that this was an excellent idea and immediately started spraying ourselves themselves with 'Eau de Chat-Pisse' so the Horde wouldn't recognise us as Alliance. We would also still smell gorgeous for the hunky trolls we were sure to meet. Smurfy grunted and offered to be our bodyguard.


A hunky troll - hot stuff

As we were riding through Alterac Valley we exclaimed how lovely the countryside was while Smurfy grunted occasionally and pointed at small bugs. Aside from the spiders, we agreed that this was a pleasant area and, secretly being furbolgs, we felt an affiliation for the bears. We stopped to say 'rawr' (and grunt) to the people at Dalaran and Modnahria told Tia and me the story behind the great purple orb and how nobody really knew what was in it. We thought that maybe there might be sweets, shiny things, magic things, and especially magic cookies.


Venturing into the Undercity sewers

Once we'd swum across Lordamere Lake, we progressed through to the outskirts of Undercity where everything was quiet and not a Horde was to be seen. Modnahria knew of a secret entrance into Undercity which involved going through the sewers. We ran around the edge of the wall so as not to get nasty stuff on our nice clothes although the smell wasn't too bad once we'd got used to it. Once inside Undercity we literally bounced off a couple of Undercity guardians. Big huge ugly blokes with their tummies ripped open ('too many cookies', we thought almost psychically and we made a mental note to be watchful of our own tummies exploding for the same reason). The Undercity guardians were a bit too big and cumbersome to deal any great damage to the us adventurers and it wasn't long before Mod, Tia, and me had whooped about six gynormous sweaty guardian asses, and stolen their cookie supplies. Smurfy tooked cookies in her pockets too as they helped her concentrate when grunting.

Whooping some Undercity fat ass

As we wound our way around the city, we were suddenly aware that the local defense had transmitted an alert as to our presence. Expecting lots of handsome Horde to be upon us in a moment, we just carried on as our beautiful selves, however it wasn't long before the we'd had our own asses whooped and were soon in the spirit realm and transported back to the graveyard. Undeterred, we refused to give up on our search for a date, especially since the Eau de Chat-Pisse still worked when we were dead, and we made their way back to our bodies in Undercity. On the way there, we found a throne room and we each took a turn having a go sitting on the throne. Being princesses anyway, we felt very comfortable but you could tell that we secretly thought that the seat actually felt a bit cold and hard, but we didn't like to admit it. So we each took turns sitting and looking at our friends and grinning big cheesy grins and pretending to give orders to people (who weren't really there).

Us in spirit form - Modnahria sitting on the throne (while me and Tia wait our turns to have a go)

Off we went again down underground to regain our earthly forms and seek out hot dates. Unfortunately for us, all we found was a couple of vendors selling rubbish souvenirs however we bought ice-creams and 'Lick Me Quick' hats (a particularly favourite habit of us gnomes where bald heads are concerned). I bought a hat for Smurfy which said 'Grunt if you're a voidwalker' and then we went home back to Ironforge. We vowed to return to Undercity again one day and practice our flirting skills on trolls.