It was the year of fire, the year of destruction, the year we took back what was ours

When we last saw Spinks, she was standing at the raceway in the Shimmering Flats. But when I logged on after the shattering, everything had changed.


She was standing on a small floating platform. The title ‘Raceway Ruins’ flashed up above her head. A look at the map showed that she was in the middle of a giant lake where the raceway had been.


Undead being quite good at the not breathing underwater lark, she dived in to have a look at where the raceway had been. You can see the floating wreckage on the lake bed here.


She swam across to a giant barge that was manned by both goblins and gnomes, and found that someone enterprising had brought both a flight master and some thanksgiving tables.

You can see why goblins are such famously good merchants, they really do think of everything.