Gwynni, the Giggling Inventor (Boom Labs)

"You're a brave one, lad... but not nearly the first who wanted a shot at Ms. Annoy-o-Tron," Harth coughs darkly as he shuts the binder. "There's many a player who wants nothing more than to get that gnome to shut up. Just be careful you're not driven as mad as she is."

With that cryptic warning Harth leads you towards the suite, past hallways and doors until you step into the portal for the Netherstorm, a conveyor belt quickly yanking the two of you into Boom Labs. While hardly the spectacle that the haunted cultists of the Old Gods or fearsome depths of the Witchwood might provide, the air is filled with the screams of unfortunate subjects and experiments gone wrong, along with elemental bursts and the acrid stench of explosives. Lumis and Galvanizers scuttle across the floor, occasionally running away from an overly friendly Explodinator carrying too many Goblin Bombs for its own good.

"Here we are." You note the sector Harth has brought you to, a dimly lit corner with a battered but otherwise nondescript door in the way. Notably, a pair of Mossy Horrors stonily stand guard, and you recognize the reason for their presence as a stray Annoy-o-Tron totters out of the doorway. "Hello! Hello! HELLOOooooooo - " The golden mech screeches as the furry giants' debilitating aura instantly causes the robot to keel over into a pile of scrap, its 1-Attack triggering the horrors' destruction effect.

"Don't say I didn't warn ye," Harth's voice is the last thing you hear before he firmly pushes you towards the door as the conveyor belt whisks him off. A cacophony of greetings can be heard from where you stand, piles of metal plates blocking your immediate view of the mad inventor... What could she be doing?