Fhenrir
06-24-2006, 06:00 PM
(( Bahaha, I can develop plotlines too! Watch me! ))
Trapped for an eternity and a half! Would his horrid imprisonment never end?! For as long as he could remember he was trapped in an ethereal form, starring at his emerald prison walls. No matter how much he begged and pleaded the world around him, no matter how much he threatened and cursed, his words went unheard. Trapped, trapped for all time in an emerald. For so long he had forgotten everything about himself. His name, what he had been in life, even how he had been imprisoned. All he knew was that he was vengeful! If he ever escaped the world would feel his wrath!
In his mindless blur of rage, a light suddenly opened in his emerald prison. A light! Freedom?! No… but his prison had found it’s way to a strange new world. Interestingly enough he was able to leave his prison… in an ethereal form. He could escape and float aimlessly about this new world, undisturbed. He could watch, and listen, and study this world.
He learned all he could of the world of Azeroth. He studied the world as it developed, and watched as the various creatures of the world evolved and began to kill one another. For the longest time he studied the planet and forgot all about his own existence. He was wrapped up in everything and everyone on the planet. He almost forgot about his insatiable bloodlust… almost.
The planets denizens seemed to so enjoy killing each other. The unending amounts of horror and bloodshed on the planet provided him so much joy… but left him so empty. If only he could escape this pathetic ethereal form and join in the bloodshed.
Suddenly, he was pulled back into his prison! Without a warning his ethereal form was sucked back into the emerald prison which had held him for so long, and the walls sealed once again. His rage began to boil once more, as his contact with the planet he so enjoyed studying was cut from him. But then… a light opened in his barrier. A different light from last time. Without hesitation, he lurched forward from his prison, and crashed down onto the surface of the world. He was not ethereal…
He had taken the place of a tauren. This one was known as Fhenrir. Nothing too impressive, warrior of the Horde, fighting for glory and honor, yadda yadda yadda. What was more interesting was how he had replaced him. He’d taken the form of a gnome! He seemed to have the physical prowess of the tauren as well… he even had the same weapon. He was just in the form of a gnome… as he had just started to inspect his new form, he was sucked back into his prison again! Damned!
He was able to see through the walls of his prison and watch a rather confused Fhenrir looking himself over. It almost looked like he could reach out and touch this tauren. He tried… but to no avail. He was trapped watching this tauren. Bah, he’d already studied everything worth studying of this tauren! But, it was better than being trapped seeing nothing he supposed.
After what seemed to be a rather quick period of time, his emerald walls began to flash… he could reach out and take the place of Fhenrir again! He wasted no time in doing so, savoring the fresh breaths he could take and the steps he could walk on real ground, even if it was in the form of a weakling gnome.
After what he’d timed as roughly five minutes he’d been sucked into his prison again, and his walls were no longer flashing. So, every five minutes here and there… better than not living at all. He dubbed himself “Gnomerir” as he found it humorous to be taking the place of such a warrior as a gnome.
Gnomerir considered his situation for a moment before deciding this could be his chance to take part in the world of Azeroth through a real form… but this five-minute garbage would never work. He would have to formulate a plan to take this warrior’s place… permanently…
Trapped for an eternity and a half! Would his horrid imprisonment never end?! For as long as he could remember he was trapped in an ethereal form, starring at his emerald prison walls. No matter how much he begged and pleaded the world around him, no matter how much he threatened and cursed, his words went unheard. Trapped, trapped for all time in an emerald. For so long he had forgotten everything about himself. His name, what he had been in life, even how he had been imprisoned. All he knew was that he was vengeful! If he ever escaped the world would feel his wrath!
In his mindless blur of rage, a light suddenly opened in his emerald prison. A light! Freedom?! No… but his prison had found it’s way to a strange new world. Interestingly enough he was able to leave his prison… in an ethereal form. He could escape and float aimlessly about this new world, undisturbed. He could watch, and listen, and study this world.
He learned all he could of the world of Azeroth. He studied the world as it developed, and watched as the various creatures of the world evolved and began to kill one another. For the longest time he studied the planet and forgot all about his own existence. He was wrapped up in everything and everyone on the planet. He almost forgot about his insatiable bloodlust… almost.
The planets denizens seemed to so enjoy killing each other. The unending amounts of horror and bloodshed on the planet provided him so much joy… but left him so empty. If only he could escape this pathetic ethereal form and join in the bloodshed.
Suddenly, he was pulled back into his prison! Without a warning his ethereal form was sucked back into the emerald prison which had held him for so long, and the walls sealed once again. His rage began to boil once more, as his contact with the planet he so enjoyed studying was cut from him. But then… a light opened in his barrier. A different light from last time. Without hesitation, he lurched forward from his prison, and crashed down onto the surface of the world. He was not ethereal…
He had taken the place of a tauren. This one was known as Fhenrir. Nothing too impressive, warrior of the Horde, fighting for glory and honor, yadda yadda yadda. What was more interesting was how he had replaced him. He’d taken the form of a gnome! He seemed to have the physical prowess of the tauren as well… he even had the same weapon. He was just in the form of a gnome… as he had just started to inspect his new form, he was sucked back into his prison again! Damned!
He was able to see through the walls of his prison and watch a rather confused Fhenrir looking himself over. It almost looked like he could reach out and touch this tauren. He tried… but to no avail. He was trapped watching this tauren. Bah, he’d already studied everything worth studying of this tauren! But, it was better than being trapped seeing nothing he supposed.
After what seemed to be a rather quick period of time, his emerald walls began to flash… he could reach out and take the place of Fhenrir again! He wasted no time in doing so, savoring the fresh breaths he could take and the steps he could walk on real ground, even if it was in the form of a weakling gnome.
After what he’d timed as roughly five minutes he’d been sucked into his prison again, and his walls were no longer flashing. So, every five minutes here and there… better than not living at all. He dubbed himself “Gnomerir” as he found it humorous to be taking the place of such a warrior as a gnome.
Gnomerir considered his situation for a moment before deciding this could be his chance to take part in the world of Azeroth through a real form… but this five-minute garbage would never work. He would have to formulate a plan to take this warrior’s place… permanently…