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Ghorthas

                           Forming of the Anti Demon Squad

(This story includes characters created by @sonelises, @nessacity, and @shydaaa)

After awhile of spending time with Arine and Raam, I couldn’t stop thinking about the Legion’s return. While I was in Dalaran when Arine was still in her coma, I met a worgen named “Clovis” who sold... breads, cookies, anything that you would bake. He ended up giving me a box of his cookies for free for my friend and I made promise to him that if the Legion ever attacked Stormwind, I’d make sure to keep his son safe. I don’t know why I made that promise but I intended to keep it. 

So after Raam and I recovered from our previous journey, I made my way back to Stormwind. I felt bad about leaving Arine but I knew she would be safe with Raam. I spent a week there, thinking of how I could fight back against the Legion and more importantly, Arakkazul. The one idea that kept popping up was a group dedicated to taking the fight to the Legion once they arrive. Something small enough to go undetected but big enough to do some serious damage. As much as I love my king, Varian, and the Alliance, they were not efficient when it came to taking out a large threat. So I figured, it might be worth looking into. 

But a week went by and it finally hit my birthday. My birthdays have always been the most unlucky days of my life and this... had to have been the worst birthday I’ve ever had. I went out to Westfall because I assumed if I was gonna have a bad day, I wouldn’t want to be around a bunch of weapons or sharp things. I thought that I finally found a loop hole... Until... The Legion came crashing down. Of course, that day would be the DAMN DAY that the Legion returns. 

I watched as a huge I think Raam called them a “ship” break into the atmosphere and suddenly infernals came crashing down. I aided where I could but I was sadly at the edge of Westfall and it would’ve taken me forever to get to the heart of the attack. I fought off felguard, imps, even a few eredar. But the attack eventually held off. 

After the incident, I reported to Stormwind and instead of tasking me in Westfall with the rest of the foot soldiers, I was told to stay in Stormwind and make sure there was no other threats. I took the time to listen to rumors and I set up a small task force with a rag tag group of adventurers to find out if the rumors were true. We eventually found out that a warlock was summoning in Legion to Elwynn and attempt an attack on Goldshire. I knew we couldn’t let that continue so we dismantled the operation. 

The idea of working with a squad ended up being a big success. While I didn’t exactly like the group I was with due to many of them not being the goodest people, this idea kept festering on. After I checked on Clovis’ son, I began to write up an interview script, set aside some gold for resources, essentially look for ways to create the ultimate group. 

The first real member was originally gonna be Naahil but he told me that he needed to take care of the library. He was very skittish about it too. He later came aboard but the first real member was Peyton Hallowmar. While we did have our differences, I knew having her on board would be perfect because of her history. Then after recruiting her, I was able to somehow get Raam and Arine on board.

Suddenly it was all coming together. When the Broken Isles were revealed to us as the Legion’s main point of attack, we took a boat out there and made our base in some old ruins within the forest of Suramar. I had finally gotten the squad I wanted and we are ready to fight back.

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Ghorthas

                                             Recooperation

(This story includes characters belonging to @nessacity and @sonelises)

After the incident at the Necromancer base, I woke up a week later with a heavily bandaged arm. Raam told me later that after Arakkazul escaped, he used some sort of spell to crystalize my felblood into my arm and cut off blood flow. While I didn’t understand why or how he could do that, what I did know was this, Raam had taken care of both of us. Arine and I took heavy damage during the final blow against the necromancers. 

The difference was... I recovered, she was still in a coma. I will not lie, for a couple of days, I was a bag of garbage to be around. With all the thoughts of this dreadlord, this plot of trying to end me once and for all, Arine not waking up for some odd ass reason, I wasn’t the best person to be around. Eventually, I broke out of the mindset after a drunken stupor ending with Raam knocking my ass out. 

We eventually focused our efforts on taking care of Arine, with the artifacts gone we had to actually call in a priest. The priest pretty much told us that her soul was just... not entirely there. I swear Raam would’ve choked that guy out if I wasn’t standing next to him. But we dragged in a draenei soulbinder at one point and they told us pretty much that the only way to get her back to her body was to get whatever object her soul was clinging to. Which... Raam and I immediately knew what object or should I say, objects her soul was attached to. 

Even though Arakkazul destroyed the holy artifacts, the pieces were still in the base and we intended to get them. But the only way to get back was to cart around that gnome, Tailfax, so he could teleport us there. While I hated working with the annoying little guy, we had to do it. It took a bit but he got us in and we immediately darted to the room where we ran into Arakkazul. We even found the pieces of the artifacts. But as we began to collect them, Arine in some weird spirit form appeared before us and told us to find a dwarven blacksmith named “Brommnir” to reforge the weapons. 

After she disappeared and we got Tailfax back to the Dalaran prison, we set off to Ironforge to hopefully find this blacksmith. I trusted her judgement since, I know that there’s a special bond between customers and blacksmiths so... I figured that she knew him or something. But when we got there, no one knew where the dwarf was, just some sad story about a broken up family. So Raam and I looked all around Dun Morogh and eventually spanned our search to Loch Modan to find this guy.

After a week’s time of searching, we found him on a large mountain that bordered on Dun Morogh and Loch Modan. He was very goofy for a secluded dwarf, he also had this big bear that seemed very calm compared to most. We pretty much begged him to reforge the artifact. He kept telling us “No” until I remembered a name that Arine had mentioned after one of her episodes. I mentioned “Dullaman” and Brommnir immediately shot up and agreed to help us. 

On our way back to Ironforge, he told us the real story of how his family split apart. Something about how two of his brothers went missing after some kind of smithing competition, his father getting sick during the Lich King crisis. Anyway, after a week of listening to his giggling and stories, he had reforged the holy artifacts into some kind of staff. He called it his “Greatest Creation.”After Raam and I tried out the staff for it’s weight and combat ability, we headed back to Dalaran. 

We didn’t know any soulbinders in the area and Raam pretty much told me that we’d have to find someone to do it to bring Arine back. I couldn’t do it since I didn’t know the first thing about it and Raam couldn’t do it because of his felblood so I began scouring Azeroth for one. I even checked in with some contacts in Outland. But before I knew it, Raam sent me a letter telling me that the situation was over and that Arine was back. I came back to Dalaran to see her still weak but... that wasn’t the concerning part... 

Raam had large burns up his arm and appeared to be trying to hide them. I didn’t ask about them since, well, I just had to give Arine a hug. But she had an even more concerning topic. She told us that... well... the Legion was coming back and that SHE needed to face Arakkazul. Something about the sword he now wields is the opposite to the staff? I don’t know. It was strange. 

Either way, we were so tired by the end of this adventure that Raam and I stayed with Arine while she was recovering. I’m not sure what any of this means, but I know something big is coming and I’m getting a little worried about it. 

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Backstory of Norden

Art by @shydaaa.

Past: Zalkar

Norden is an unlucky, young adult who’s past could be his own undoing. He does not easily make conversation with others but if you’re lucky enough to be called his friend, he is quite loyal. But most of his “friends” are usually not of the Azerothian variety. His closest friend and ally is his felguard, Zalkar. 

His life is an endless series of ups and downs but he continues on regardless. 

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Norden

                                                 Past: Zalkar

(Warning, this story contains some physical and mental abuse. If this bothers you, please stop reading now.)

I was born into a noble family, most people believe that I would’ve been spoiled or just had the love and support that most families can’t provide. But to be honest, I never felt true love until I was eight years old. My father was obsessed with power and status. Then my mother was full of anger and hatred towards someone I did not know and never knew for my entire childhood. 

My father expected much of me, teaching me these harsh lessons of how to attain power and knowledge. Any kind of kindness I would show to anyone, he’d lock me in my room to try and teach me that it’s bad. My mother would lecture me any time I would disrespect my father and... sometimes she’d use very harsh words with me. But even with all of that, I tried my best to be kind and not give into everything my father would say. 

My eighth birthday came around and my father decided to show me what my family was meant for, why they had tried to get all of the kindness out of me. They taught me how to summon my first demon, an imp. While I was wary, I was very curious to what a demon looked like, how they sounded, how they acted. 

I remember this little imp coming out of the portal, I was so amazed to see it, I even remember trying to hug it. While the imp didn’t respond well to the hug, it took a liking to me. I would give it little gifts to play with, I’d just watch as this imp would happily try to rip apart the books he was given. I was amazed at this beautiful creature. But, my father did not approve of my kindness towards the imp. Instead, he waited for the imp to get antsy and pulled me towards it almost as if he intended to feed me to it. He pulled me back as soon as the demon slashed at me. I was so frightened that I hid in my room for a week. 

Years went by and in secret, I’d summon imps and fel hounds to play with. I fell in love with the idea of demons and how different they were to us. I got along with them well as long as I gave them something to do. It took months for my father to find out about this and he would continue to lecture me to put the fear of demons into me. This happened for a few years until I turned thirteen. Where my father took notice of my summoning skills and was planning on teaching me the most important spell a warlock could learn. 

A binding spell... 

Instead of summoning something small like a fel hound or an imp, he summoned a felguard. I had never seen anything that stood as tall as this being. He walked out with a large sense of pride and dignity, it was refreshing. He had this beautiful set of armor with dents and scratches on it. But, he looked at me with this... anger and hatred in his eyes. I had never seen such a look on anyone before.

Soon after my father told me to bind him to me. I was very against the idea of being mean and terrible to the demons, binding felt like the ultimate punishment to any person. I relented against him, telling him he was wrong. I argued with my father for weeks. He had imprisoned the felguard in some kind of trap until I decided to bind him to my will. But I never gave in. 

Eventually, my father would search my room, taking anything that could be used for kindness. I got so tired of this that I would take a few books and sit next to the felguard. Even though I knew he was dangerous, he was better than being around my close minded father and my harsh and unforgiving mother. I also knew that if I was imprisoned in some kind of trap in a small room all by myself, I’d go insane. 

At first, we both stayed quiet. I would just read my books in peace and he’d just grunt and sigh in anger. But a week went by and he started to threaten me, he described some very gruesome scenes but I knew he couldn’t escape and... to be honest... I wasn’t scared. After he got his threats out of his system, he’d start insulting me. I found it really funny and would respond to them. Months went by and he even began to ask real questions, not in a kind manner, but they were still questions. 

As silly as this sounds, I began to actually like him. I genuinely enjoyed his presence even though he was a soldier in some grand army I knew nothing about. My father tried to continue to lecture me but his teachings never got through. He even slapped me a couple of times to get his point across, but all that did was make me want to resist him more. Most of the time, these events would happen in front of this felguard. After these heated lectures would occur, the demon would laugh and ask why I would let him lay a hand on me. 

After I turned fifteen, I had gotten many of these heated lectures but this time, my father decided to try and teach me a harsher lesson. He brought me into the room with the felguard and he freed him after all these years from the trap. The demon stared at me for a moment, he gave me this smile before he... sat down. He didn’t do anything except rub his legs and arms, relaxing his muscles. My father was deeply confused, unable to understand why this demon had not attacked me straight away. I even still question it to this day, but the felguard seemed very... indifferent to the situation. 

He waited and waited, but the felguard just sat there and looked between us expecting someone to do something. My father would ask him what he was doing and what his plans were, but the felguard would just respond with insults. The felguard even asked to be sent away instead of being here. I was in favor of the idea but my father was not. Instead he gave me the responsibility of looking after the demon and eventually binding him. 

I had turned sixteen, the felguard was by my side, not happily, but he was there. I still refused to bind him and my father seemed to have given up on me. Instead he would go these social events with the Gilneans. I heard about how most of them were afflicted with the worgen curse and I was highly interested in who or what they were. I spent most of my days either taking care of my felguard “friend” or conducting my own experiments with fel magic. Simple ones, but they were still fun. 

But the last remnant of that life was the night I became the heir to the Myrecough family.

My father wouldn’t even look me in the eye anymore, I mostly ignored him as well. The felguard would constantly ask why I didn’t... kill him or fight back physically against him. I had learned so much about the felguard and I understood where his questions came from. I couldn’t hurt anyone, even after all the pain and suffering I went though, I couldn’t inflict that on others.

My mother would make us wait for my father to come home so we could celebrate his dinner with the Stormwind and Gilnean nobles. But one night, he didn’t come back. The next day, she found out he had been murdered at one of the dinners. While the cause and culprit was unknown to us, she immediately accused me of doing it. I was... unable to react since I knew I hated him but I couldn’t hurt him even if I wanted to. The felguard also knew of this and he... well... he defend my case. He was quite rude about it, but he told her that it couldn’t have been me. 

She didn’t believe either of us and picked up a knife, she lunged towards me and I closed my eyes expecting the worst. But I opened my eyes to see the knife ended up going into the demon’s shoulder. I still remember his face quite clearly that day, because he didn’t do this to protect me. It was clear that the situation was repulsive to him. He simply pulled the knife out his shoulder, picking her up by her throat and throwing her against the wall. 

I... wanted to stop him, but I was frozen in place with fear of both the felguard and my own mother. I... don’t remember much but she had died and I believed that we’d be blamed for it. But instead... the felguard hid and no one could believe I could hurt her so they blamed the entire situation on the same person who murdered my father. 

The felguard and I talked about the entire situation after it had happened. He apparently felt in debt to me for some reason, he never described why but he did.

I learned his name after it had happened. 

Zalkar... 

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Catch up time.

I haven’t had the time to document the events of Norden and Esoren while also documenting the events of Ghorthas and the other characters who have not had their stories fleshed out on this blog. I will catch up eventually, also writing the events of the past. 

Soon™

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Norden

                                             Wine and Words

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(This story includes characters that belong to @shydaaa @sonelises @thelifeofshade and a member of The Roleplayer’s Guild on Argent Dawn US)

I started to try to clean up my place, since... on the off chance that Arthur or someone important came over, there’s still some questionable stains and messes in that house. I heard that if you extract the flavor out of wine that you could use the pure alchohol to clean something like fel blood or even fel burns. I figured that I’d need some so I made my way down to the Blue Recluse. 

When I got there, no one was there aside from some dwarf in a corner. I was excited that, for once, I wouldn’t get pulled aside by strangers for a drink or some social activity I didn’t want to be apart of. As I got the wine though, I turned around to see Arthur, just sitting there with my research book. I felt instant joy when I saw him, especially to see him reading the book. 

I approached him and we talked for a moment before Mitts, a shortish worgen, sat down next to him. Apparently they were friends and... well... I was afraid of worgen still. I didn’t want Arthur to know that so instead of leaving like I should’ve, when I saw the crowd of people that walked in, I headed upstairs.

I was overwhelmed with all the conversations, with fear, with my own doubt, that I just hid my head. Eventually, I started listening to Arthur’s conversation with Mitts. The worgen brought up that Arthur seemed worried about me, I didn’t know how to react, I believed I did something bad. That maybe, I shouldn’t try to socialize like I believed I should. 

Then Mitts asked if Arthur had a crush on me... I loosely know what that means because I’ve only ever heard the word spoken in books. But Arthur didn’t really answer, but... in a way... I knew what the answer was and I continued to hide my head out of fear. Fear of others judging me, fear of losing Arthur, all these little things built themselves up. 

Next thing I feel is a slight tap on my shoulder. While I was focused on these fears, I didn’t realize he had come up to talk to me. Mitts assured me that there was nothing to fear, that I didn’t do anything wrong. Again, another worgen didn’t seem as scary as I believed them to be. Although, this one was significantly shorter than Clovis. He told me that Arthur wanted me to come down and just join in the conversation. 

Soon after, I forced myself slowly down the stairs and sat down on the far side of the table, next to Mitts. Arthur... smiled at me... It was such a warm feeling. I didn’t say much at first, just listened to the conversation that was going on between Mitts, Arthur, and a human I came know later as Arine Clayworth. 

But, the night did not end there. The dwarf and Mitts got into an argument and Arine even had some harsh words thrown at her... At least... it sounded like she did. She appeared to be the only one talking in a soft tone while the other two were clearly not. I eventually spoke up and defended Arine, trying to calm people down. Mitts left and the rest of the night, the dwarf appeared angry. 

I continued to talk to Arine, but Arthur left in a hurry. He almost looked overwhelmed like I was earlier. I ended up enjoying talking to Arine, she spoke of the light and it was interesting to hear her be so passionate about something. Eventually though it was nice to make a new friend, I had to go and clean my home so I snuck off before anyone could approach me. 

I am inspired to be passionate about something again, it’s been such a great experience to meet others and learn what they’re passionate about. I’m going to resume my research on demon behaviors, but I gotta get my buddy Zalkar back. 

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Norden

                                            Another Rainy Day

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(This story contains a character owned by @shydaaa)

While I know I made a new friend, I kept thinking about Zalkar. How... He was the source of my strength. How I became strong through him. Well... as strong as I was. I decided that this morning, I’d toss my book of research into the river between Elwynn and Duskwood. I didn’t want any more ties between me and my father or Zalkar. I don’t know if I’ll ever see Zalkar again, but I know I must survive without him and become strong myself. 

I took the book and made the journey through the woods. I got to Goldshire before it began to drizzle. I knew I had to get to the river before it started to rain, I started to run faster than I ever had before. Until... it came, the rain started to pour heavily and I took refuge underneath one of the smaller trees so I wouldn’t get wet. I don’t know why, but I held the book under my arm, as if I knew I needed it. I didn’t want to do this and I thought about just leaving it out to get wet and let the ink spread...

But I didn’t because Arthur came around. Even in the terrible storm, even though no one should’ve been out, he was. Arthur was going as fast as his wheelchair would take him. Until he stopped and looked to see me. He came over to me and we started talking. It was... really nice to see him again... He ended up telling me that he had to make a last minute delivery to Goldshire in the middle of the storm. 

Then... he noticed the book. I told him what was inside the book, that all my research and all of my father’s research was in that book. That our research was based of fel energies and the demons that controlled it... But instead of fear, he almost looked... curious? He began asking even more questions about it, asking to look inside. I gave it to him, I didn’t let him know the research in the first half of the book was my father’s but... I did tell him that the research he did was full of holes. He continued to read through it, even asking to borrow it. 

I... let him... I don’t know what it was, but I let him borrow the book. But the weirder thing was, I couldn’t stop smiling the entire time we talked. Even when topics like him meeting Zalkar or about my father came up, I was overjoyed to be in his presence. This was very similar to how I felt at his house, something about Arthur... makes me happy. It’s a feeling that happy or excited doesn’t even begin to explain how I feel being around him...

What is this feeling?

After we talked about the book and about him, he headed off to make his deliveries. I don’t know what made me give the book over, but... I no longer wanted to throw it into the river, I want to keep it and possibly write in it some more. The possibilities that book could open up again are limitless! Once he sends the book back, I’m inspired to work again. 

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Norden

                                       Potatoes and Veggies

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I couldn’t stop thinking of that cookie that I was given, it was amazing... It also gave me a reason to visit Arthur at his home. Since, he did tell me that him and his Dad bake those for living so... Why not... I mean, that’s not weird at all, right? 

Either way, I went over, I had my gold with me and I had full plans to tip these two on their amazing cookies and whatever else they cooked. I knocked on the door, I was expecting to see my... well... possible friend. Instead I was faced with a snout. This big worgen stood in front of the door. I was sure I had the right house, but at the time I thought I was mistaken. But after I began to walk off, Arthur came to the door and invited me inside. 

I told him I wanted to buy some cookies, but he insisted I would stay for dinner. I was pretty sure that... inviting someone to dinner was just a phrase. But It wasn’t, I was really scared to actually sit down and eat with Arthur. Also, his father was a worgen... I was even more scared of it but I didn’t want to insult anyone. 

I sat down and Clovis, his father, started serving food. At first I was still a little fearful of him and... I think he knew it... But I couldn’t be sure. I tried to stay on my best behavior, this was my only chance at a friend, maybe two. I didn’t want to eat immediately because... well... to be honest, I didn’t know how to act after so many years in Stormwind with Zalkar. 

Arthur started asking me questions while Clovis... well... he almost made me laugh by eating his food like a dog who hadn’t eaten in a month. I took a few bites of the potatoes and I was blown away... It had to be the best thing I’ve ever eaten. 

Anyway, Clovis left to clean off his plate. While that happened Arthur... gave me a compliment... He complimented my eyes... They were a side effect of the experiment but... in a way, it felt nice. I didn’t know how to react and he comforted me through it. Clovis came back and I put on a brave face for him since I did not know what to do there either. 

As dinner went on, I grew to like Arthur and Clovis even more. I’ve never had someone truly care for me... physically and emotionally. I had a lot of fun with them. They were certainly the best cooks on Azeroth, I wish I could eat this every day. 

Eventually, it had to end though. Arthur and I walked out together, I waved goodbye to Clovis. I... was so sad because I was afraid I’d never see Arthur or Clovis again. Even though I had no reason to believe so, it hurt to think about. So I left with a... well... awkward goobye but Arthur gave me some “snickerdoodles” on the way out. 

I ended up running all the way back home at night because I didn’t know how to handle these feelings. I didn’t know what I was feeling then and it bothered me really badly. I broke down at least five times that night, I was unsure when it would end. 

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Norden

                                          An Unlikely Stroll

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After a full day of being in Stormwind... alone... I just couldn’t take it... My mind went to so many terrible thoughts, I couldn’t take it. I began considering just letting Zalkar have his free reign and that I would never interfere again. At this point, I would’ve done anything for company. At least... company that didn’t try to kill me. Elruse was gone, Khadala was gone, Zalkar was the only one left...

I decided to just... surrender myself to Zalkar, at this point, nothing was worth being alone... I missed Zalkar, I missed Bitey, I needed to go back. So I began walking my way through Elwynn. I started taking the safest trail to Duskwood since all I had on me was a knife that was only sharp enough to cut plants. The more I thought about surrendering the Zalkar, the more I started to worry. What would’ve happened if I did... Where would I be now? 

It started to rain, I was having a little trouble seeing through my glasses at the time so I had to keep wiping them off. Even though my sight was terrible, I saw something. At the time, because of my sight, I thought it was a woman sitting in a chair in the mud. But as I got closer, I realized it was a man in a wheel chair stuck in the mud. 

He didn’t seem to be in a panic, which I found odd... But he clearly needed help. He asked me to push his wheelchair which... well... I never had to do that before and I was afraid of pushing it wrong... I eventually helped him out of the mud and he thanked me. I wiped off my glasses and... well... he was a very pretty guy... 

I had never really met any nice males so... I was very nervous at the time. He was pretty, he was nice, I was more afraid of him being afraid of me. But instead he seemed really calm. He asked me to escort him back home, which... well... I couldn’t just leave him out there. 

So off we went, while I was still nervous, he was very nice to me. I was really not used to someone so calm and friendly. I started getting less nervous as we walked. Unlike with Elruse or Zalkar, he was really easy to talk to, he wasn’t intimidating, he didn’t mind starting the conversation... For once in the past week, I was truly happy to talk to someone. 

He mentioned my last name and my eyes at one point, but instead of fear, he was really curious about who I was... As we got closer to his home, he actually offered to give me one of those cookies, I still wasn’t used to all of these kind gestures yet so it took me a little while before I could accept the gift. It had to have been one of the most amazing cookies I’ve ever eaten, to be fair, I haven’t eaten one since grampa Steven used to come around. 

Eventually we parted ways, he offered to have me over for dinner but I knew that gesture already so I didn’t say anything. But... for once... I met someone nice to me... Someone who, unlike Elruse or Zalkar could calm me down...

I decided that I wasn’t gonna surrender to Zalkar, that I’d make friends here where I am. Zalkar can’t have his way all the time, this is my stand. Maybe I won’t see Arthur, the man from earlier, again. But I believe that I will meet him again, that... I will make friends on my own...

I’ll never forget his kindness...

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Esoren

                                        A talk with Yennefer

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(This story contains characters belonging to @ramble-through-the-brambles, @shydaaa and a guild member of the RP guild, Role for Initiative.)

I recently got a letter from some of the priests in Darnassus that I was needed to help solve an “urgent” matter... If anything, it was petty “squabble” as Yaladras would put it if he were here. But apparently an underage night elf joined the Cenarion Circle and was being trained by a druid by the name of Wizron. While I see no problem in this as the priests and priestesses shouldn’t have a say in what they do, but some of our members appear to be traditionalists. 

Either way, it meant I was gonna have to leave Yaladras and soon. I feel bad to leave him so suddenly, especially after meeting him so recently. For once in this journey, I wish I could stay right where I am. But I know that I am needed, while other priests and priestesses could speak on my behalf, I’d rather not risk this poor Kaldorei’s teachings. 

So I waited for Yaladras to come back, but while I waited, Yennefer came to town. I was cutting a ruby for Arnold at the time but that didn’t stop her from saying hello. We talked about the idea behind Elune, which was... refreshing compared to talking to Yaladras about it. She didn’t agree with it, but she didn’t immediately shut it down. 

We also talked about Artnean... He was one of the few people I judged poorly. I mean, I understand that siblings argue... But this was attempted murder, this wasn’t okay. Either way, she changed the subject before we could really get into it. She also talked about the War of the Ancients, which, I was intrigued by. While my family and I do not support Azshara, I still wanted to know it’s history. Something like that could’ve been a valuable lesson. Sadly, Yennefer wasn’t able to tell me too much. 

I was sick at the time and I finished my gem rather quickly, so I said my goodbye to Yennefer. She complimented me and even showed me that she put my gem on a scarf she made for herself. That was... nice... I hope our paths cross again soon but not nearly as much as I hoped to see Yaladras again when I head back to Kalimdor...

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Norden

                                             House of Horrors

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Elruse and I planned to go eat something because... well... I can’t tell, but... I think she cares about me? Either way, she wouldn’t pay for it, not that I’d want her to, so we headed to my old home. Having someone be this nice to me... it’s... it’s refreshing... I’m glad I met her, I only hope that she isn’t mad about the incident with Zalkar and me.

I forgot how long I had been away, I left Stormwind so long ago to protect Zalkar, I shouldn’t have been surprised. I creaked the door open to make sure no one was there, since... Stormwind is still dangerous... Thankfully the only there was cobwebs. I let Elruse in to have her take a look. I was hoping she’d like it better than any place in Darkshire, but... she didn’t... Oh well...

I went upstairs to look for the safe I had that carried some of the gold that my parents left behind. It took me awhile to find it due to my lack of being in the place. I heard Elruse playing with something downstairs, but there was nothing of danger to her so I continued looking for the safe. 

Eventually... she found the blood stain of... my mother... I was worried she might see me as a threat or be afraid of me after seeing it. She asked about it and at the time, I couldn’t give her a straight answer. I got even more afraid after that. But... instead of fear, she just shrugged it off. I tried to shrug it off but I continued to worry that she had another impression of me. 

As I started to remember which book had the safe behind it, I could hear Elruse looking through my books. The more this went on, the more worried I got. I eventually got the safe open and picked up a few gold, more than enough to pay for our meals. I went downstairs to check on her and of course, she seemed fine. Because I was still worried at the time, I told her that there was a lot of bad memories in the house and I promised I had nothing to do with any violence in it’s history. Of course... she shrugged and made a comment about how I couldn’t hurt a fly. 

Eventually we left to grab a meal at the Blue Recluse, it was nice to actually spend time with her in a better setting. After all the things she did with me, stood by me for, and the terrible incident at the crypt, I was happy to be able to repay her in some small way. After that, we went our separate ways, she headed back to Darkshire and I stayed in Stormwind. 

I will miss having someone around, especially since Zalkar isn’t with me anymore. Elruse probably won’t come by anytime soon, Zalkar’s mad at me, Khadala is missing... For once in my life... I’m alone... 

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Backstory of Esoren

Art made by @shydaaa

Past: Eldre’thalas

Esoren is a sweet Highborne with a big heart. He still struggles in most social settings, but he continues to press on. He’s very confident and strong willed at times,but can also be a little fragile when not used to a certain situation. 

He became a novice priest of Elune soon after the events of the Cataclysm to help those in need. While he doesn’t have any biological family left, he considers any who stick around with him to be family. 

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Esoren

                                           Past: Eldre’thalas

(This story contains characters who belong to @shydaaa)

When I was still a child, I lived in a beautiful city known as Eldre’thalas. This was so long ago that I barely remember what it even looked like, but I remember I’d always stare in awe of what I saw there. My father, known as Eydriel Bluestar, was trying to invent some kind of enchantment to bring us fame and even fortune. He had been the only one who stayed in my life, with my real mother disappearing before I could even walk. Even when he was experimenting with his enchanting, he’d always make time to play with me, and when he couldn’t he’d send me over to the Eversong home. 

While I try not to remember what happened there, I remember clearly how much I loved my father and how much I loved the friends I made there. Anytime I’d go over to the Eversong house, my father would have long and drawn out conversations with the father of the family. While, I do not remember his name, I remember the name of his kids. There was Emora who was around my age, she used to get me into all kinds of trouble when I’d go over. Then there was Yaladras, who was much older than me. He’d end up babysitting me while also watching Emora. 

While Yaladras always seemed angry with Emora and I for getting into trouble, I looked up to him. He was like the bigger brother I never had, my father used to joke about how similar we looked too. I was happy for awhile with what we had, while I did not understand my father’s experimenting, I cheered him on anyway. 

I did not believe my life could get any better, but then my father met Nythera. She was some kind of... Highborne that had been living outside the city. He took her in and took care of her. While at first she was frightened of me, because I was small and she went through something that obviously scared her. I kept my distance for awhile, I was afraid I might hurt her or scare her.

As time went on though, she stopped hiding and she actually began trying to talk to me. She used to give me these wonderful compliments and help me with whatever I was playing with. She even used to take me over to the Eversong family when my father was busy. Even though I spent less time with my father when she came around, she cared enough about me to actually spend time with me. 

She made my father very happy, especially when she provided help to his invention and actually made it work. When it was finished, we put it in a display box to show how hard he had worked. But the best part of her being there was when she asked me if I’d be okay with her having a relationship with my Dad. I was really young back then and all I remember was that I saw her as the mother I never had. Nythera used to notice I loved the color silver and I was constantly asking questions about creation and life, so she taught me who Elune was. I had a complete family after that, I loved Nythera, I loved Eydriel, and then I had the Eversong family that took care of me when my parents could not. 

But... like all things, it soon came to an end. The last day I was in Eldre’thalas, I woke up to the sound of my father yelling out.  I ran to where I heard it from and all I saw was some guard of the city standing over his dead body. I understood death really well at that age and I knew what it meant. I also saw the guard strike down a female Highborne that I believed to be Nythera. I went to go find my father’s enchanted gauntlets he made because I knew they’d protect me, but they were taken out of the display case... I figured the guard took them. 

As I tried to run away, away from the city, a guard struck me with some kind of draining spell. I don’t remember how it felt, but I remember I would’ve been dead if it wasn’t for another Highborne clubbing the guard across the head and yelling “RUN!” 

I made my way into the jungle of Feralas and that’s where my journey began...

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Backstory of Ghorthas

Art made by @sonebee

The Blackrock Threat

The Fel Engine

Grom’thar’s End

The Necromancer Saga Part I

The Necromancer Saga Part II

The Necromancer Saga Part III

The Necromancer Saga Part IV

The Necromancer Saga Part V

The Necromancer Saga Part VI

Recooperation

Forming of the Anti Demon Squad

Ghorthas’ lore may sound strange upon first reading it, but it is due to a series of events that were set in motion before he even joined the Alliance. His story is a long one but if you’re willing to read through it, you might get to understand the mindset of this “hero”.

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Esoren

                                                Jokes and Lies

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I spent a few hours of the day bandaging my wound and dusting myself off. I didn’t want Yaladras to know because I fear he’d go after the demon himself. His wounds were simply to severe to have him go fight a felguard, especially one was strong as that one. As I began to question why the felguard suddenly attacked me, I realized that maybe he wasn’t attacking me at all. I felt bad for attacking him when he was clearly helping me... at least... I think he was...

I fixed my hair, cleaned my robes, and treated my wound. I felt as if I deserved the wound after using Mother Moon’s light for such a terrible thing I did, so I kept it, even against my better judgement. I walked into the tavern, I was afraid to talk to Yaladras with my current wound, I knew that it would heal in maybe a few days because of our nature... But I planned to keep it a secret until then. I didn’t want Yaladras to look at me as weak or a hurt child, I went looking for that demon to show I was strong... But clearly I wasn’t...

I watched as Yaladras talked to Mitts, for once, they seemed to be enjoying each other. I heard Yaladras say he cared about me from across the room even, Mitts didn’t even say anything rude. At least... to my knowledge. But there was a draenei there who... well... tried to get me to tell her my name, very similar to how Yaladras explained how flirting works. I didn’t know what to do, since... I have no desire to mate with anyone yet and this draenei seemed like the type to not take no as a correct answer. Before I could even say a response... which would’ve been tough at this point, Yaladras stepped in. 

Apparently, she was another one of Yaladras’ “friends” and they seemed on even worse terms than him and Mitts when I first met them. Thankfully, Yaladras pulled me to the side and made sure I was okay. He did notice I injured myself and... well... It was a mistake to believe I could somehow lie to Yaladras for a couple of days. He started asking about it and I told him a wolf got me, he knew I was lying and made what he calls a “remark”. He stormed off towards the bar while I began to make tea. I hadn’t had a drink since earlier this morning so I was parched, but the only way I’d drink Darkshire’s water is if I could somehow drown out the dirtiness of the water. 

While I was making my tea, Yaladras tripped and hurt his chest. I wanted to help him, but I knew he was probably still angry at me and I thought he might not want my help. I continued against, yet again, my better judgement. As I finished my tea, I noticed Mitts was sitting close to Yaladras and even though he was mad at me, I knew that Mitts could probably hurt him emotionally. So I took the seat in between them. I began drinking my tea and started up a conversation with Mitts. He complimented me and I returned the compliment, I would’ve figured that Yaladras would be proud of me like he is when I make a sarcastic phrase, but he still seemed upset. I didn’t know what to do at the time to make him feel better, so I stayed quiet. 

Eventually, Mitts brought up the “wolf bite” again and he wanted to see the wound. I showed him and he even began sniffing it. Mitts said it smelt like metal and I knew I was caught... When the demon grabbed me, it was with a clawed metal gauntlet, I remember that clearly now. Yaladras didn’t even need a second to process what Mitts had said and immediately told me to tell him what happened. I knew that this wouldn’t end well, but he wasn’t gonna leave it be until I told him. So I did. Before I could even finish the story, he ran up and got his gear. I thought he was mad at me, but instead, he wanted to hunt the demon down. 

I chased him out the door and asked him to stop. He simply wouldn’t have it, we began arguing and I ended up getting some unwanted attention from a druid that was in there with us. He began asking me where it was and told me about how he had to protect Darkshire. I was fine with it until the draenei and the large human that ended up being a worgen from the other night came over. Everyone kept asking me questions, asking if I was okay, what the noise was about. I... couldn’t take it... so I ran upstairs...

I couldn’t handle a crowd like that, especially with my ongoing problems with Yaladras getting hurt again. I just couldn’t let it happen... He almost died last time and refused to let me heal him... I heard arguing downstairs and I even heard a loud thud in there. I was afraid for Yaladras but... I didn’t think he’d want me to worry about him. He... was family to me and... I was his healer, wether or not he liked it. I just wish he’d let me take care of him...

While the noise got louder, Mitts came upstairs to check on me. Which... was the last person I’d expect to check on me. He sat with me and listened to me, letting me know that my worries were not worth worrying about. That, Yaladras would be okay, that I’d be okay. He went back downstairs to get a drink or something. But, as he left, the druid from earlier came into our room and apologized. I knew it wasn’t directly his fault and I let him know. We had a nice talk about the things going on and how he just wanted to protect the people of Darkshire. 

I felt better about what happened, I could at least somewhat smile. Eventually, Yaladras and Mitts came up to talk to me. Yaladras apologized and I was just happy to see he was safe. We both thanked Mitts for helping me earlier and things began to settle down. I had a small argument with Yaladras afterwards, but it wasn’t heated or anything serious, just a dispute over who slept where. I even made a sarcastic comment towards him, he just applauded and cheered. 

Although it was a terrible day and an even worse night, I was happy to be where I was...

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Esoren

                                                      Demons 

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For a little while now, I was hearing rumors of a felguard off in the hills where the farms were, terrorizing the undead and livestock of the area. Before I came here, I also heard of a green eyed warlock who would occasionally come into town and order strange things. The warlock had apparently been missing for some time now and all that remained was this felguard. I wanted to check it out to figure out what had happened. I wanna be strong, like Yaladras, Yennefer, and Mitts.

While Yaladras was sleeping, I packed up some medical supplies and gear just in case I had to fight the demon. I made sure to leave Yaladras a note saying that I just went out to pick herbs. While, I was gonna pick herbs along the way, I was more interested in this felguard. I figured that at the time, I wasn’t lying. 

I headed off towards the farms south of Darkshire, near the hills where the undead were known to wander. I kept my staff in my hands and had my guard up, I would know if anyone or anything was coming after me. I stayed really quiet, taking small steps through the forest. I began picking herbs to verify my note, although they were mostly dried up and pretty much useless, I continued to pick them. 

As I was picking one on the side of a tree on the edge of one of the hills, I saw it! The felguard in question. He appeared to be punching a tree, looking really upset while doing it too. As I tried to get a better look, I took a misstep and fell down the hill. It wasn’t that big so no real damage was done, but I knew that the felguard must’ve saw me. I quickly jumped to my feet, hoping I could defend myself in time. But, instead of an angry felguard charging after me, he just... looked at me. He didn’t appear to have any weapons, his armor didn’t look like demon design. He continued to stare at me, not making a single move. 

I decided to try and run away, I knew that if he was truly aggressive, he’d chase after me, but I knew my own speed well enough. I ran and ran towards the nearest tree, hoping for cover. But, again, there was no chasing, no violent actions, he just returned to punching his tree. I couldn’t believe what my eyes had seen at the time, I expected him to murder me on the spot. I’ve always heard that demons were unstoppable killing machines, but, this one, this one seemed almost passive. 

As I tried walking out of the woods a small barking noise came from behind me. Some kind of... demon dog was barking at me, it was too small to hurt me but the barking was loud and could easily alert anything to me. I suddenly heard the growling of a much larger animal, but it wasn’t any regular animal. One of the feral worgen attempted to lunge at me, swiping at me, almost hitting me. I heard larger foot steps coming from behind me, at the time, I was too focused on the worgen to realize who or what it was. 

I suddenly felt a sharp pain dig into my arm, my sleeve was up when I was gathering herbs so it was easy to get to. At first I thought it was a worgen, I screamed and panicked. Soon after, I felt my arm tugged hard and I was thrown to the ground. I noticed quickly that it wasn’t a worgen, the felguard had attacked me, trying to get to the worgen. My arm was bleeding out really badly, before I even thought to heal myself, I sent Elune’s light straight at the demon. 

I began running, running faster than before. I had escaped both the worgen and the demon who injured me. I started to slow down as I got a glimpse of Darkshire. I knew I was safe from the demon, but... what about the locals? 

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Esoren

                                               Gifts and Friends

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Yaladras and I came downstairs to get a drink, he insisted on the alcohol but, I learned my lesson from being here last. While I was in Stormwind, I bought a tea cup, a small spoon, and enough tea bags to last me a month. So as soon as we began to relax downstairs, I had my tea. Sadly, the only water in Darkshire was nasty again, so I had to pull out a bag of sugar I carry on me to sweeten the tea. 

As we were enjoying our time in the Scarlet Raven in, the tavern began to get a little crowded. But I got to run into Yennefer again so it wasn’t all bad. While I was shopping in Stormwind, I had also bought an uncut amethyst and cut it for her as a gift since she was one of the few “friends” Yaladras had that was nice to me. Thankfully, unlike Yaladras, she loved the gift and even complimented me... That was... nice... 

As the night went on, Yennefer appeared to be interested in this human druid that had come in so I focused my attention on Yaladras. He also appeared to be trying to do something with that human and even told me to watch him as an example. As time went on though, nothing happened and he eventually gave up on... whatever he was doing. 

Eventually Yaladras asked me to help him outside for fresh air, of course I agreed. I held him up so he wouldn’t fall as we walked outside. I sat him down on the fountain while I decided to stand. I felt like I was sitting a little too much while in the tavern and I wanted to keep my back straight. But because of it, Yaladras took a glance at my staff and began to question my faith in Elune. While I understood why he would have such thoughts, I didn’t let his words bother me. 

That wasn’t the only problem of the night though. Mitts came and started talking to Yaladras. Yaladras ended up asking me to go inside but before I did, I made him promise that if anything happened, I was allowed to heal him. Thankfully, with no argument, he agreed. I went inside as instructed against my better judgement. But, it wasn’t all bad. Even though Yennefer was busy talking to that druid, I met up with Arnold Clifforton from the gem cutting workshop. It was nice to talk to him again and he seemed really excited that I started working with gems as well. Before we finished our conversation, he gave me an address to a dwarf that apparently makes well made tools. 

Mitts and Yaladras came back in just fine without any injuries. I quickly went over to make sure he was okay. He told me that Mitts had apologized to him and that they’re on better terms. At least, that’s what I think he said. He did use a strange term when he said it. Either way, I was happy to see him in a good mood for once. He began staring at the human again while Mitts appeared to be staring at a draenei that was talking to Arnold earlier. He was clearly undead and Yaladras made a comment towards Mitts about it. 

Yaladras had explained to me that Mitts tries to mate with many individuals and I could tell this was one of those cases. But, mating with an undead was impossible, right? I believed so, but Yaladras dismissed the thought. Either way, I began to grow tired. Yaladras offered to take me upstairs to sleep, but I needed to make sure he didn’t gain any new wounds or open his current ones. I didn’t say this to him as it would’ve most likely angered him, but I did refuse. 

Eventually, Yaladras wanted to rest as well so I escorted him upstairs and let him sleep. While he was asleep though, I put an extra sort of “lock” on the door just in case one of his “friends” attempted to hurt him again. I ended up falling to sleep on the ground near the foot of the bed.

I’m just glad he was safe...