As a professional leatherworker, Chitsuro is a devoted honorable member of Hemet Nesingwary’s hunting party. So be it Stranglethorn, Nagrand or Sholazar, she always follows the guys and gladly joins their quest of finding new beast challenges and obtaining more trophies for her future home. After she got a letter from Mayluna that she spotted one of Hemet’s dwarfs at Sholazar, she rented a plane from the gnome airport at Borean Tundra and headed north in search of the most famous hunter in all Azeroth.
Obviously Hemet’s guys were not equipped with a good compass, so they crashed their ship right into the hunting heavens. Luckily they built a camp right on stop, so there was no random flying around for Chitsuro.
Firsthand, we had to cope with trade company expedition. You cannot really quietly hunt beasts when you are risking to be shot from behind. So off we go. Chitsuro immediately recognized the planes by description given in Mayluna’s letter, so it’s a perfect opportunity to avenge her night elf friend.
There was a captured engineer who set all the explosives in their camp on fire. Oh boy, even the Lich King himself must have heard those explosions! And then Chitsuro pummeled the goblin leader.
On her return to the camp, pleased Nesingwary made Chitsuro do some routine to procede with hunting. First, she was asked to check her shooting skills on
a gnome an apple.
And no possible hunting with dwarves could be succesful without a properly alcohol-vapored brain. It gives you courage and extra agility – things you can use in front of huge maws with teeth bigger than your hand. Chitsuro doesn’t know if dwarves went crazy or just remebered about my monk’s love for sparklng things, but they actually built a small distillery machine and brew some sparkling fruity moonshine.
With a pleasant mist in her head, Chitsuro at last felt herself ready for some big sport. Hellyeah! *hiccup* But now you tell me, Hemet, why do you send her to talk with…. a frog? Instead of rushing for the hunt at once? There’s something tricky about that moonshine, you know.
Truly, the alcohol should be left for evening. Or not, as Sholazar also appeared a great place to make friends:
Then a dwarf came from Nesingwary’s camp and asked how was Chitsuro’s hunting sport. Will Nesingwary see any trophies from her? So the monk headed to the three spots that The Bones told her to go – and lo! there really were big animals. Should consult with the bones more when home.
She couldn’t help but ask the dwarf to make some pictures with her and slain monstrosities. Nesingwary gave them names, but wtf, it’s impossible to remember them after all these fruits. So:
We met Nesigwary again in the north near a lake and this time he was eager to head for the hunt himself! Together, Chitsuro and Hemet loaded a sack of rifles onto a mammoth and headed to track the Mother of Dragons, from the House of… well, Dragons.
With a mammoth and a big sack of bullets, and a true hunter’s orange-flavoured courage a dragon is no problem! So we got the biggest trophy so far.
Then Nesingwary told that his stomach is already glued together with guts from all this sugary drinks, so Chitsuro had to accept the whole box of Sholazar’s Dwarf-made Moonshine. That’s a coolest company for a 3-days vacation in this lush land. Made her remember the home Turtle and south seas.
Next stop: Storm Peaks. But not before moonshine ends.