Sprink Notes

Birth of a Farmbot

Posted on: September 13, 2009

Sprink gets her crew in order for full scale operation.

The doors pushed open and the dark-skinned blood elf walked through. She moved towards the desk at the far end of the room, intent to report for her real assignment. She absently scratched at her midriff as she approached the person spinning in the chair behind the desk.

“Luracae, reporting for duty,” she said.

The other blood elf stopped spinning, her pigtails continuing to move even after she stopped. She leaned forwards on the desk, elbows on the desk and resting her chin on her hands, a tiny sporebat hovering around her.

“Not a bad choice, eh?” she asked no one in particular. “I mean, plate wearer, engineer, miner, perfect setup for farming.”

“Someone to make the money is a bit of a requirement for the operation we’re running.”

“Right, right, Akeene’s jewelcrafting isn’t going to buy itself.”

The woman behind the desk sat up a little straighter, looking over Luracae carefully.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” she said, looking down at the checklist on her desk. “So, you’ve got Northrend mining?”

“Yes.”

“Engineering trained up to that, too?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s see… you’ve got the dead horse thingy, and… you can fly, right? Outland?”

“The roflcopter is ready. The slow one, but the other will take some time to put together.”

“Oh, and you got that book I sent you, right?”

“Yes. I can fly in Northrend.”

“Sweet. Monies, here we come.” She paused, looking down at the ledger in front of her. “So, we’re currently sitting on… ONLY TWO HUNDRED GOLD!?! Karabel! How did this happen?”

The previously unseen woman in the room looked up from the wall she was leaning against. The little imp by her side made some derisive sound in a demonic tongue that may or may not have been a cackle. One was never certain with demons. She pushed her blonde hair behind her ear.

“You authorized it, Sprink,” she said in a rather haughty tone that only the accountant and bookkeeper could pull off. “In fact, if I remember correctly, you’re the only one of us that could have purchased it.”

Sprink sat back in her chair and thought for a moment. “Oh yeah.”

“So… we’re exactly where we should be after buying the materials for Akeene’s jewelcrafting. And if you want my opinion, which I might remind you, is why you hired me, it’s time for our new moneymaker, as you called her, to get to work,” Karabel said, the demon cackling at her side.

“Right. And Tirralyis needs dual spec. That’s another thousand… hell.” Sprink stood up, putting her hands on the desk as she leaned towards Luracae. “Guess that means you’re getting to work, eh, Luracae?”

Luracae nodded and turned on her heel to leave.

“Send a message to Akeene in Tarren Mill. Tell her to get on that next level of jewelcrafting. That’ll bring in more cash flow,” Sprink said to Karabel. “And tell Quztal to stop laughing at me, or I’ll sic Sporebee on him.”

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2 Responses to "Birth of a Farmbot"

With that Army of Alts, you probably need an asston of gold.

Ain’t that the truth? ^_^

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