Name: Drixxik Oilthrottle<br/>Race: Goblin<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 39<br/>Description: Drixxik has dark green skin, orange eyes, with numerous iron piercings in his ears, he also has a well maintained body. He has a patch of jet black hair on his head, clearly never having any attention paid to it. Drixxik is certainly one of the better looking of his species, though not exactly a woman's dream man. He's a fairly serious guy, who as all goblins, has a love for money, but perhaps not his only obsession. He wears a full set of black leather clothing, looking somewhat reminiscent of a biker, although he doesn't own a mechano-hog.<br/><br/>Drixxik creeped into the quiet, dark Brewfest grounds, peeking out from behind one of the stands for brew, making sure no one else was there. Satisfied, he scurried quickly into the front of the booth and started investigating.<br/>"Gah, not a bloody drop... I guess I should of known better than to expect dwarves to leave their booze unguarded.."<br/>Irritatededly, he turned to leave but saw a Brewfest Pretzel on the counter, which he eagerly grabbed and took a large bite of, sighing pleasantly. Man he loved these things, if only he could get some booze with it-<br/>Drixxik slowly turned his head towards the outside of the booth, setting his eyes upon the brewfest keg opened daily as a form of ceremony. He grinned eagerly then shaked his head hastily.<br/>"No no, bad idea, bad idea!"<br/>He muttered to himself, though his mouth was getting mighty dry, and he really wanted to wash down the rest of this pretzel. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he hurdled over the counter and scampered to the keg, climbing onto the pedastal and looking the barrel over. Finding there was only one way to open it; via the cork, he grumbled to himself 'Who came up with this cork idea, bring in taps damnit...' he grabbed the cork firmly with one of his hands, and tugged, the cork not budging at all. Growling, he tried to fit both hands around the cork, and pulling again, only for his hands to slip, making him plonk into the snow. Lifting his head quickly, an infuriated look upon the goblin's face, he scrambled to his feet and drew a small gun from his waist belt, somewhat resembling a revolver.<br/>Blinded with anger, Drixxik shot at the keg, only for it to explode violently in a beer ridden explosion, knocking him straight back into the snow. Hurriedly he got back up, to see the debris of the keg had flown in all directions, causing a couple of booths to begin creaking over, which in turn knocked over adjacent things, such as outhouses. Drixxik covered his eyes, waiting for the crashing to finally stop, and then finally revealed the wreckage to himself. The whole camp was ruined, and the goblin left booze-less and the remnants of his pretzel smooshed into the snow by his falls. Suddenly he heard dwarven voices.<br/>"What th' bloody 'ell was that?"<br/>"Let's go check it out!"<br/>Crap, he was going to be caught, imprisoned as some sort of Horde saboteur. He's a proud member of the Steamwheedle Cartel, but what did it matter? He was screwed. Unless...<br/>It was an extreme option, but he had little other choice. He ran into the pedastal upon which the keg had sat upon, repeating that a few times until he was fairly dazed and bruised, just as the Ironforge guards arrived.<br/>"WHAT 'APPENED?!"<br/>"'ey! You!"<br/>Drixxik lifted his head clumsily, staring unaccurately at the guards, moving towards him.<br/>"Did you do this, ya green wretch?!"<br/>Drixxik took a moment to steady himself, then attempted his plan.<br/>"Guards... The Dark Irons attacked and destroyed your camp... I was passing by and tried to stop them and.. Well.."<br/>Drixxik took the opportunity to let a hacking cough out a few times. The guards looked at each other, then at the goblin.<br/>"And what are ye doin' 'ere?"<br/>"To join in on Brewfest, of course! Granted, I'm a bit late, but I underestimated how long it would take to get here. When I did, I was gonna head to a local inn for the night and participate tomorrow, but that's when the Dark Irons attacked.."<br/>Drixxik faked a few more coughs. The guards growled.<br/>"Them bloody Dark Irons! How dare they do this to us?!"<br/>"We gotta tell the Council, they won't stand for this!"<br/>They looked back at the goblin.<br/>"You, lad, we'll get ya a room in the inn. You've 'ad a rough night."<br/>One of the dwarves' hoisted the goblin onto his shoulder, and took him to the inn in Ironforge, and got him a room. Dixxik thanked them and hobbled to the bed, collapsing into it, smiling slightly to himself before dozing off.<br/><br/>(( Sorry for the long post ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>