Malkier
04-15-2006, 05:27 PM
Well.. This is the one I wrote for Alliant.... Its pretty damn long. But I had a bit of fun writing it up. Its still kinda a rough draft so anyone who has some time feel free to read =) it is lengthy.
As a young boy I lived in the quiet town of Andorhal. I would wake to the wonderful smell of bread baking in the morning, and in the evening the laughter from the inn that I lived in would filter through my window to help sing me to sleep. I was taken by my parents from my home in Andorhal to see the great Prince Arthas at the Capital of Lordaeron. A hero to all, I had seen his gentle and smiling face once when he stayed in Andorhal on one of of his adventures.. Word had whispered that he had been away fighting the Scourge alone in his fierce battle to protect us and now he had returned. As I watched from atop the Wall our hero finally returned. As he walked across the bridge I sensed a nightmare following at his side. A terrible coldness seemed to sprout from inside me.I could feel and see the gathering around me celebrating the return of their Prince. Yet no sound reached my ears. There was a terrible quietness, as before a great storm. As I held tight to my mothers leg I saw Arthas walk into the great hall were our beloved King sat in wait for his wonderfull son to return. Then the whispers of "This Kingdom shall fall" echoed. I remember my parents grabbing me as screams erupted all around us of "The King has been Slain!". And amongst the utter madness my eyes were drawn by a presence which demanded that I heed it. As I looked across to the other side of the wall a lone figure stood amongst the chaos calmly watching me. I looked up at my mother, and when I looked back the figure was no where to be seen.
Years later, back in Andorhal. There was no laughter anymore in the Inn..No more bread cooking in the mornings. A constant silence had spread over the city. The Inn my parents owned had suffered greatly as people did not often travel anymore. People would stay at home with the family as much as possible. A feeling of dread had taken hold of the people of Lordaeron and to my horror it seemed to not only be growing stronger.. but closer. A sweet girl by the named of Lovelace, one of the barmaids young daughters, had lost her smile that had unexplainably been the cure to all my ails. The days seemed only to rain, and the nights were covered in a blanket of darkness that we pray'd would raise the next day. Only the Palladins of the Silver Hand offered any comfort as Uther himself was amongst us .The towns populace would congregate in the areas around where the Palladins were stationed for the false hope of protection from those who only followed the path of compassion and good. I slept and dreamed of an evil chasing me through woods in the blackest hour of the night. Whenever I would hide and try to remain silent it would lurk closer and closer. The feeling of a cold so dead and bitter shook me to the bones. I awoke to the sounds of screaming and panic. My parents were no where to be found so I left the Inn looking for them. As I walked out of the Inn I felt a great evil behind ever corner, in every shadow. I ran to where the Uther and his Palladins were stationed. The feeling of dread spread deeper into my soul the closer I came to where my Protector was, and to my horror I saw Arthas with a nightmare army fighting against Uther the LightBringer who fought valiantly against his one time friend. The memory of Uther fighting with such glory, even until the end, was burnt deep into me.
Those who had died in Andorhal that night did night stay in their endless dream.. They rose to join the ranks of Arthas, and to my horror I could not find my parents nor the sweet girl Lovelace that had entranced me so. I was a young boy, not far until 15 when I lost all the ones I had loved, all the ones who I might have loved, even the Kingdom that I might have had a future in. And the cause of this dark nightmare stood not twenty feet away. His eyes locked onto mine and every bit of warmth I had fled from me. I would not look away from this demon who was the soul cause of so much anguish and terror even when my soul seemed to cry itself out. Nor will I forget the smile before he left for the happiness I brought to him from my anguish. There is no vow, no promise that could voice the feeling I have for being the one to end the nightmare of Arthas. I knew that day in my soul that I would meet him again, and that I would have the strength to stand where others had fallen.
I remained in the darkness crumpled and broken. I had not the will to move a foot from where I had seen the fall of Uther. Every layer of protection I had ever known had been wiped from me, so I sat alone in the darkness, no longer afraid of a more worse fate then what had just befallen me. And that is when I saw the lone figure from atop the wall from so many years ago. As he walked towards me, I remember hearing him say "rest now..." and then darkness overtook me. I awoke in what I later found out to be Dalaran, The city of the Kirin Tor. I spent many years there learning the wonders of such a force, a power that promised me retribution with every new day. I met many notable wizards such as Jaina Proudmoore, and it was from her that I found the Mysterious figure to be one wizard named Rhonin. He told me the tales of the lands, the histories of the Ancient Titans, of the war between the Ancient gods of this world, and how to combat such evils racism between the occupants of this world must be put aside. He told me the story of Medivh, the most powerful wizard in history that through his mothers own ambitious errors almost gave access to Sargeras to our world.
And then he told me of where I came from... He told me of Nozdormu the timeless one whose strength was granted by the Titan Aman`thul to watch over Time itself. And the ability for dragons to travel the paths of time, Dragons cannot take the form of their own dragon selves if they are present in the same time. They must take on a human form, in which ages ago one dragon named Apala from Malygos's Blue Dragon flight had received aid from a wizard named Mallian, Ths sorcerer was not powerfull but whose nobility and courage won over the heart of the Human Aspect of Apala. A disgusting notion for those of a dragon kin. Apala was forced to return to her time leaving Mallian with a child to raise on his own. The child did not have the gift of wizardry, nor did any of his line. Over the countless generations a power hid dormant inside the blood of a forbidden love. Until they had awoken inside a young boy from a town in Andorhal. I stayed and learned all I could within the city becoming stronger with the force that I would rely on to finally take my revenge upon Arthas. I watched as Dalaran was destoyed, and my second home was desotroyed by the Scourge before my eyes by the hands of one single foe. I was forbidden by Rhonin and Jaina to battle against Archimonde as they knew my powers to be too feeble to defeat such a being. Since then I have wandered the lands looking for allies in my ever pressing struggle to find Arthas, and defeat the cause of all my loss for so long.
Since I was a child I had been without friends, since the battle of Uther and Arthas in Andorhal. I had used people as tools as my obsession with Arthas had overwhelmed me. Only recently had I been brought out of my broodening madness by a lone dwarf with a hearty laugh and whose axes only hit true after a nice warm pint. Since then I have met many new friends upon my adventures. Those who I have learned to lean on in my time of need, and those who I have carried when their strength had left them. And so now I prepare for battle against Arthas yet I do not prepare alone, for my family inside the Order of Anvilmar are with me and our might shall not be broken.
As a young boy I lived in the quiet town of Andorhal. I would wake to the wonderful smell of bread baking in the morning, and in the evening the laughter from the inn that I lived in would filter through my window to help sing me to sleep. I was taken by my parents from my home in Andorhal to see the great Prince Arthas at the Capital of Lordaeron. A hero to all, I had seen his gentle and smiling face once when he stayed in Andorhal on one of of his adventures.. Word had whispered that he had been away fighting the Scourge alone in his fierce battle to protect us and now he had returned. As I watched from atop the Wall our hero finally returned. As he walked across the bridge I sensed a nightmare following at his side. A terrible coldness seemed to sprout from inside me.I could feel and see the gathering around me celebrating the return of their Prince. Yet no sound reached my ears. There was a terrible quietness, as before a great storm. As I held tight to my mothers leg I saw Arthas walk into the great hall were our beloved King sat in wait for his wonderfull son to return. Then the whispers of "This Kingdom shall fall" echoed. I remember my parents grabbing me as screams erupted all around us of "The King has been Slain!". And amongst the utter madness my eyes were drawn by a presence which demanded that I heed it. As I looked across to the other side of the wall a lone figure stood amongst the chaos calmly watching me. I looked up at my mother, and when I looked back the figure was no where to be seen.
Years later, back in Andorhal. There was no laughter anymore in the Inn..No more bread cooking in the mornings. A constant silence had spread over the city. The Inn my parents owned had suffered greatly as people did not often travel anymore. People would stay at home with the family as much as possible. A feeling of dread had taken hold of the people of Lordaeron and to my horror it seemed to not only be growing stronger.. but closer. A sweet girl by the named of Lovelace, one of the barmaids young daughters, had lost her smile that had unexplainably been the cure to all my ails. The days seemed only to rain, and the nights were covered in a blanket of darkness that we pray'd would raise the next day. Only the Palladins of the Silver Hand offered any comfort as Uther himself was amongst us .The towns populace would congregate in the areas around where the Palladins were stationed for the false hope of protection from those who only followed the path of compassion and good. I slept and dreamed of an evil chasing me through woods in the blackest hour of the night. Whenever I would hide and try to remain silent it would lurk closer and closer. The feeling of a cold so dead and bitter shook me to the bones. I awoke to the sounds of screaming and panic. My parents were no where to be found so I left the Inn looking for them. As I walked out of the Inn I felt a great evil behind ever corner, in every shadow. I ran to where the Uther and his Palladins were stationed. The feeling of dread spread deeper into my soul the closer I came to where my Protector was, and to my horror I saw Arthas with a nightmare army fighting against Uther the LightBringer who fought valiantly against his one time friend. The memory of Uther fighting with such glory, even until the end, was burnt deep into me.
Those who had died in Andorhal that night did night stay in their endless dream.. They rose to join the ranks of Arthas, and to my horror I could not find my parents nor the sweet girl Lovelace that had entranced me so. I was a young boy, not far until 15 when I lost all the ones I had loved, all the ones who I might have loved, even the Kingdom that I might have had a future in. And the cause of this dark nightmare stood not twenty feet away. His eyes locked onto mine and every bit of warmth I had fled from me. I would not look away from this demon who was the soul cause of so much anguish and terror even when my soul seemed to cry itself out. Nor will I forget the smile before he left for the happiness I brought to him from my anguish. There is no vow, no promise that could voice the feeling I have for being the one to end the nightmare of Arthas. I knew that day in my soul that I would meet him again, and that I would have the strength to stand where others had fallen.
I remained in the darkness crumpled and broken. I had not the will to move a foot from where I had seen the fall of Uther. Every layer of protection I had ever known had been wiped from me, so I sat alone in the darkness, no longer afraid of a more worse fate then what had just befallen me. And that is when I saw the lone figure from atop the wall from so many years ago. As he walked towards me, I remember hearing him say "rest now..." and then darkness overtook me. I awoke in what I later found out to be Dalaran, The city of the Kirin Tor. I spent many years there learning the wonders of such a force, a power that promised me retribution with every new day. I met many notable wizards such as Jaina Proudmoore, and it was from her that I found the Mysterious figure to be one wizard named Rhonin. He told me the tales of the lands, the histories of the Ancient Titans, of the war between the Ancient gods of this world, and how to combat such evils racism between the occupants of this world must be put aside. He told me the story of Medivh, the most powerful wizard in history that through his mothers own ambitious errors almost gave access to Sargeras to our world.
And then he told me of where I came from... He told me of Nozdormu the timeless one whose strength was granted by the Titan Aman`thul to watch over Time itself. And the ability for dragons to travel the paths of time, Dragons cannot take the form of their own dragon selves if they are present in the same time. They must take on a human form, in which ages ago one dragon named Apala from Malygos's Blue Dragon flight had received aid from a wizard named Mallian, Ths sorcerer was not powerfull but whose nobility and courage won over the heart of the Human Aspect of Apala. A disgusting notion for those of a dragon kin. Apala was forced to return to her time leaving Mallian with a child to raise on his own. The child did not have the gift of wizardry, nor did any of his line. Over the countless generations a power hid dormant inside the blood of a forbidden love. Until they had awoken inside a young boy from a town in Andorhal. I stayed and learned all I could within the city becoming stronger with the force that I would rely on to finally take my revenge upon Arthas. I watched as Dalaran was destoyed, and my second home was desotroyed by the Scourge before my eyes by the hands of one single foe. I was forbidden by Rhonin and Jaina to battle against Archimonde as they knew my powers to be too feeble to defeat such a being. Since then I have wandered the lands looking for allies in my ever pressing struggle to find Arthas, and defeat the cause of all my loss for so long.
Since I was a child I had been without friends, since the battle of Uther and Arthas in Andorhal. I had used people as tools as my obsession with Arthas had overwhelmed me. Only recently had I been brought out of my broodening madness by a lone dwarf with a hearty laugh and whose axes only hit true after a nice warm pint. Since then I have met many new friends upon my adventures. Those who I have learned to lean on in my time of need, and those who I have carried when their strength had left them. And so now I prepare for battle against Arthas yet I do not prepare alone, for my family inside the Order of Anvilmar are with me and our might shall not be broken.