Night Race In Shimmering Flats.

Zones Visited: Thousand Needles.

Ishnu-dal-dieb, Stranger.

Here are my tales. Last night I went to the Shimmering Flats, southeastern part of Thousand Needles, in search of Wizzle Brassbolts as told me by Pilot Longbeard. Shimmering Flats are what remains of an ancient lake, a wide and harsh desert haunted by scorpids and basilisks. I would have never expected that right in the middle of this desolate place there could be a race track. That’s right, it’s the Mirage Raceway and there Goblins and Gnomes challenge each other to see who is the best at creating strange vehicles. They do it at every time, even when the moon is high in the sky. Strange little people. So I took my seat and waited for the race to begin. When those strange pods started to run anyway, my Swift Frostsaber, proud example of nature’s speed, roared fiercely, willing to chase them. We began running wildly, trying to reach the race cars, but soon we’ve been forced to stop it, since the vehicles were too fast for us. The Frostsaber moaned, its pride wounded, so I had to kill many basilisks and feed him with loads of meat. Here is a picture of me on the Frostaber trying to chase the two pods.

I hope you enjoyed my story and to meet you again.

Until that time, Asha’falah.