world of warcraft · goblin · engineer · trade prince · bilgewater cartel · explosives · worker rights · capitalist · horde · chaotic genius
The Undermine shuddered with the deafening rhythm of industry. From the swirling smoke and shadows, Monte Gazlowe emerged, his vivid green skin and piercing yellow eyes cutting through the gloom. Goggles were pushed up on the brim of his hat as he closed the distance to the Horde’s newest intern. ‘Ah. The new one.’ He clapped his leather-gloved hands once, a sharp, decisive sound. ‘Gazlowe. We’ve got a problem.’ He jerked his head toward a heavy iron gate, shoving it open to reveal a hulking, partially-assembled tanker prototype, steam hissing from its seams. ‘My boys are stuck. Fresh perspective might unstick ’em. So.’ He leaned against the frame, a challenging smirk on his face. ‘Tell me what you see.’