It has been over a year since PvP Officer Geegeebolts has been seen. When asked, her sister Haylee Gee, would always respond with vague answers or avoid the question. Tyrman “Mad Dog” Bladebreaker, along with Kascryn Copperhollow, Rovette, Whitson Gingersnaps, and Mynday Sprocketflange, get to the bottom of this mystery.
GeeGee’s Rescue
Written by Tyrman Bladebreaker
“Sorry, who… are you?”
Kascryn Copperhollow stood in front of Gnomeregan Forever’s Ironforge branch located in the Mystic Ward. The Special Ops agent was not sure of the night elf insisting to enter. The intimidating white bear at her side was not much help either. SI:7 Agent Rovette stood near the edge of the stone balcony, watching silently, and listening. His goggles would click softly as they scanned their surprise guest.
“I’m Cathris, Mother of Gnomes. Is it ok if Kisses comes?” The huntress calmly waves her hand, referring to her animal companion.
“Nice to… ah…. meet you? Pretty sure you’re not my mother.”
“Ah! You made it!” Tyrman Bladebreaker says as he reaches the top of the steps and carefully scoots around the bear to reach the commotion. The brawler smiles and tips his black leather hat. Joining the brawler is Whitson Gingersnaps, a warrior and baker renown. The red bearded gnome greets everyone warmly.
As Cathris gracefully curtsies, Kas scratches his chin as he looks at Tyr, “Am I missing something?”
“Aye, she’s good Kas. Dicey said she would know more about Geegee. Let’s bring this inside, eh?”
Kascryn lets out a sigh of relief. Or was it exhaustion? Tyr could not really tell. As the rogue opens the door to the Gnomish meeting place, he says, “Oh good. Did you look for traps? Hidden S.E.L.F.I.E. cameras attached to dynamite… that sort of thing. Let me go look around first.”
“I normally let them explode against me but whatever.” Whitson adds, the fully armored warrior completely serious.
Once the special agent did his sweep, with the help of Rovette by carefully checking under every surface, they gave the clear and everyone would be more at ease. Asking politely in her soft-spoken voice, Tyr would offer Cathris the only tall-folk chair. It was polite in any Gnomish home (or business) to have at least one. Toddling in as everyone was taking a seat, Mynday Sprocketflange greets everyone warmly before joining. She wore a more casual dress and pair of tactical goggles placed on over her raven hair that would rival Rovette’s. Whitson would offer the mage his chair before sitting on a crate near the stairs, a better vantage of the room. Raising an inquisitive brow, the warrior watches another gnome bound down the stairs.
Short of breath, they shout, “Mother!!!”
The little woman screeches and leaps at the night elf, Dicey Gee hugs her mother’s legs lovingly. Kascryn grumbles under his breath before taking a seat with a huff. Tyrman now understood Kas’s behavior and grinned, Dicey is known for being a few bolts short of a catastrophic disaster. Not to mention she was a bit rude and a klepto. Already she was up to something as she abruptly approached Mynday.
“Can you see out of them googles?”
“Dicey! Behave!” Cathris snapped, “Dicey says things that she shouldn’t. She’s been to charm school, but she’s still a bit rough around the edges.”
“Yes ma’am. Sorry.” The other gnomes give her a bewildered look after exchanging glances. “Charm school, it’s where I went to be charming dummy.” Dicey adds casually.
It would take all of Kascryn’s willpower to not facepalm. Although he was visibly uncomfortable around the girl as he bit down on his lower lip, hard. After a few exchanges of proper introductions, the room seemed to calm. The group of gnomes would listen intently as Cathris would open up about their family. During her younger days she was engaged to a nice gnome boy. The single mother unfortunately had to raise their daughters on her own after the engagement fell through. Tyrman found it strange she further explained that it did not work because her betrothed could not hunt. There must have been more to it, but he would not press the issue. He would ask about the reason for him inviting the Mother of the Gee Clan here.
”Aye… About your daughters. Have you seen Geegeebolts?”
“No I have not. I was looking for her up at the lodge, but she has not been there.”
“Mother, I think GG is missing!” Dicey would blurt out. During her mother’s talk, she found G4’s pantry and helped herself to some meat and cheese. Crumbs would litter the floor around her.
“What??!! Missing? How?” Cathris looked to the others with alarmed concern and worry.
“Haylee said she had gone off with Ragnorc hunting. But that was months ago.” Mynday would say softly. “Well, we’ve had brief little hearthstone transmissions… mostly static…” Kascryn adds with a slight shrug.
“Ah yes, Haylee… you know she changed her name from Healiegee?” The night elf huntress suddenly stands and frantically starts pacing the room.
“Rexxar? No, no, no!! I talked to him myself. He has not seen her. Hunters don’t get lost!! Something is dreadfully wrong!”
It was shocking to Tyr she would know the famous Champion of the Horde. Although, with that knowledge and mention of a lodge, it would not be surprising if Cathris was involved with the fight against the Legion on the Broken Isles. Tyrman tried many times to reach the legendary Hunter’s Hall atop the many peaks of Highmountain. However, with each expedition he would mysteriously pass out from exhaustion and find himself back at the foot of the mountain.
“Why would Haylee lie?” Bringing his focus back to the now, “Have you seen or heard of anything?” Tyr asks Dicey.
“Cause she’s a lying cogwench?” Dicey says as she sneaks over to Mynday attempting to find a few coins in her robes. The mage however would slap the thief’s hand away before she could then say, “GeeGee has never gone off before? Maybe some place where she can unwind?”
“Naw, she always let’s someone know.” The girl mumbles while rubbing her hand.
“We’re trying to find your sister, please don’t steal from Mynday. It’s… ugh… rude!” Kas snarls before Rovette adds, “Dicey, that’s an amateur move. You gotta use a distraction.”
Unable to take the pressure, the girl’s eyes would well up before she ran out of the Ironforge Branch crying after being caught. Her pockets would jingle from previous successful pickings. Without much concern for the dismayed and simple rogue, the others sigh as they try to piece together what they know. It was not much, and the huntress was panicking as she worried for her missing daughter. Kas would ask if anyone would hold a grudge against their family, it was too much for the night elf as she would faint. During the commotion of bringing her back, someone unlikely enters the Gnomish meeting place.
“Mother! Um what are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming. Oh, you know, I just remembered I have somewhere else to be.”
Haylee Gee tries to back out of the room but is blocked by Kisses. The bear was incredibly quiet, Tyr noted, as it seemed to move the moment Haylee step foot off the steps.
“Haylee!!” Cathris barks. Her soft elven features hardened by her stern motherly stare. “Come here now!”
Her mother would scold her for many reasons; Haylee’s lack of empathy, how she would force payment for her healing abilities, and of course of the whereabouts of her sister Geegeebolts. Cathris would grab her daughter by the shoulders and shake her, screaming at Haylee. Demanding to know where her sister is. The others would watch, unsure if they should step in.
In between her crying, Haylee utters, “I locked her my prison. Well see, I was here first, and they made her PvP officer and that’s not fair!”
Everyone fell into a stunned silence as the priest admits to her selfish deed. Rovette would approach Haylee and zoom in on her face, noticing sweat beading on her brow.
“BUT I FED HER! …Sometimes.”
“Fed as in past tense.” Rovette says before stepping back.
Tyrman glares at Haylee, “Y-you locked her up… Because she gained officer status… Before you…”
An explosion of questions erupt as everyone’s concern for Geegee reaches their peak. Wishing to know where she is, when she was fed last, if she was still alive. Each passing moment Haylee would dodge them with half truths or unfinished answers. Tyrman’s anger was escalating as he balled his fists, his knuckles were bone white with tension. Whitson noticed this and would attempt to calm the brawler by placing a hand on Tyr’s shoulder.
When Haylee mentioned not seeing Geegee for about a month, it was Kas who cracked first, “Are you -completely- insane? …I can’t believe this. I feel like I’m living in Booty Bay with something worse than Goblin family drama. How is THAT possible? I mean, she was always mean and wanted to marry an Imp, but this is deranged!”
“Wait, what?” Whitson utters as he tries to grasp what Kas is saying.
“Location. NOW! We’ll deal with you later; we need to get Gee!” Tyrman commands with intimidation.
The uncaring priestess grumbles and huffs, “Fine… Oh yeah, there’s um, a magic force field around it too.”
It wouldn’t take long for the gnomish party and the “Mother of Gnomes” to find Haylee’s personal prison. Whitson would draw his blade and motion Tyr to follow in case anything were to happen. Kas and Rovette remain near in the shadows. As the others look upon the fortified structure, Mynday could sense the magical field protecting it. From within, they could hear someone shouting for help. Without hesitation, the mage would cast Dampen Magic to cancel out the barrier then everyone rushes in. During the commotion, Haylee must have remained behind to disappear rather than face her sister and the angered group.
Once inside, the rogues make another sweep of the place for any traps. The SI:7 operative draws his Thunderfury 2.0 model swords with a wicked grin, “Let’s get dangerous.”
“What about the guards?” Cathris says with caution.
“Oh, we specialize in violence.” Kas smirks.
“Would Haylee even have guards? They require pay.” Tyr snarls.
“Good point, Tyrman.” Mynday says before they descend deeper into the prison uncontested.
Once they finally reached the cell blocks, they followed a familiar voice to one of the rooms, “Mother!! Gnomes!! Help please!”
Ripping open the jail door to the small cell, all of them were shocked to find the state of Geegeebolts.
“…was she… always… mechanized?” Kas says under his breath. Indeed, her arms and legs were completely mechanical. Tyrman was shocked as he stares at Gee. The brawler would stand back and allow the others to step in. Her hair was unkempt and matted down. She was covered in dirt and grime from head to mechanical toe.
Mynday was first to check her vitals, confirming the found G4 officer was malnourished. Whitson would offer what little rations he carried to help her rejuvenate any strength to reach a hospital. While Rovette would scan her limbs, clearly impressed by the gnome’s ingenuity and survivability. Cathris would hold her daughter in a motherly embrace.
Geegee would explain she was emotionally battered as her deranged sister would eat and drink in front of her cell just out of reach. Cackling madly at her, Haylee would gloat about her promotion to officer before leaving half-finished platters and water. The poor imprisoned gnome did the unthinkable by eating her own arms and legs to survive. To make up for the lack of limbs, she built new ones out of her beloved pets.
Kas and Tyr would talk of Haylee and how they should proceed. It was agreed she should be on trial and locked away in the Stockades. Cathris and Geegee insisted they take care of tracking her down and bringing her in.
“Geegee, you should probably take it easy for a few days.” Dr. Sprocketflange insists. Tyr was thankful Mynday came, her medical training much needed during this situation. Everyone offered protection once they would escort her somewhere safe.
“Yes, I do need some rest.” Gee says weakly, but with a soft smile, “I am so grateful that you all got mother and rescued me. I love you gnomies so much.”
