I grew up on Shen-zin Su with my father, older brother, Tam and my twin sister Quenthel. While giving us life, our mother was called to be with our elders. Sadly as I drew my first breath, she breathed her last. Father missed his beloved wife and mourned her always. Even so, he…
Posts in the Backstory category
Honor and Tragedy, Grosh'Thul's Tale
This is just a brief synopsis of Grosh'Thul's life up till now, I intend to write a lot more for him in the form of stories. - - The Beginning - Grosh'Thul was born into the Frostwolf Clan, he was raised with stories of the valor his…
A tale of a Panda girl, with a taste for adventure
((This is my little back story for my panda mage. Chupai. She loves foods and exploring)) On the mist shrouded isle of Pandaria lives the lovable Pandarians, a bear race that is masters of martial arts and with their ancestry rich with history and thriving with mystery. Many…
Gharruk and the Blood of the Fallen
Part I There weren't many things in this world that the large orc feared, or hated, more than the Lich King. In fact, that dread master was possibly the ONLY thing he feared. It was with this in mind that the ebonsteel clad orc walked the dark halls of Icecrown Citadel, making…
Veins of Ice and Shadow, Part 1
Not every troll returns to Bwon'samdi upon death...Not every troll even returns to a Loa... Perhaps that was what drew the Lich King to Azhei's spirit, wandering among the Spirit Island Bwon'samdi called home. Perhaps it was, unlike almost every other spirit on the island, Azhei…
Bite of the Snaggletooth
Orthunk Snaggletooth pierced the shell of a turtle egg with a tusk then sucked out the insides. The yolk was good for his old joints. He crushed the shell between his scarred fingers and stuffed it into his mouth. Orthunk looked out the door of the Stonard Inn and watched the…
A tale of a whelpling, Bokke Snaggletooth
Bokke had spent his life living in the shadow of his long dead ancestors, and of those who share his blood that still breath. He had tried for so long to be as strong as them or as brave but it seemed he only ever found shortcomings in his actions. He served as a Grunt in…
On the third day, he rose again!
In the darkness there is nothing, nothing but what was the final moments of ones life until their soul ascends. He was fighting against Jayne of the Guardians of the Light, his mission to hold them up while the others interrogated the Baron responsible for the Swamp and to kill…
Provocation To Mutilation.
It rips-- the pain tearing through meat and bone. The unmistakable thud and force of impact. It hit like a punch to the chest, a clean, dry shot slips through. Passing through the spaces occupied by skins and metals-- spells, prayers, hopes and curses. A horrid sensation…
Awakened
She was tired, and thirsty. The sweat dripped off her skin like rain drops, causing her sparse linen shirt to stick to her skin. The sun blazed in the clear blue sky over Kezan, as Roxey staggered to the entrance of the mine. Her over-seer lagging behind as he barked orders to…
The Lost Treasure of Stonard.
She remembered the crash, she remembered the hit but the one thing she didn't remember was why. She knew who it was, but not why. Bok'theg, that little creep. That damn warlock, she was going to get her hands on him and when she did, she was turning that jerk into a sheep. Then…
Its not the light you're after...
[Shaddoth] "This Demonic hell can be escaped. There is always a light at the other end of the tunnel...as they all say..." Shaddoth whispered insanely to himself. for months now he has been in his demon, Bleekminul's realm. A year of utilizing his power dug a deep grave for…
Rebirth
The blood elf gasps for air as he is suddenly awoken by strange voices speaking an incomprehensible language. He frantically looks around as sweat drips continuously down his face and the back of his neck, regardless of the chilling embrace present inside the icy cave. As his…
Years: A Prelude...
The Shaman sits relaxed eyes closed, meditating, hyper aware of everything around him. He can smell the rich earthy aroma of melting stone mixed with the stench of sulfer, sometimes the sudden sweet tang of disolving iron or gold. He can feel the shuffleing of the elementals…
Erwaz
((Hey Grin. Alot of you don't know me, and those who have seen me know I'm quiet. That's one part me, other part my character. Thought this would give some background on who my character is.)) I do not speak well. I never did speak well. This makes me not speak much. I do not…