Back Stories!

[Legeon]

So let's here it Role Players. Gimmie some of your best Back Stories!
Dosen't have to be for your character in game, you can just make one up right now. Just give the community something to read.

Mine's in my Introduction Thread: viewtopic.php?f=34&t=13644&p=83641#p83641

[PiesOfNub]

Story thread? We haven't had one of those.. Since ever, I think! Well, here's one of mine:

Into the Glacierial Heart

Yet again, one from the forums!

I also have a story I wrote for 9th Grade English, and are working on another one at the moment revolving around a Sci-Fi genre. I'll upload it once it's done. :3

[Maulbane]

Jeeze, I've neglected "From Azeroth to Kalimdor" for a long time. I think I'll throw it onto fanfic and throw a link down here. Heck yes?

EDIT: Alright, here it is. In advance, excuse the fail, it was written in about early 2008 and I had little to no knowledge of Warcraft lore aside from what was presented in quests, as well as the fact that because it was made for school it had a deadline.

Hopefully this link will work. http://login.fanfiction.net/story/story_...chapter=1/

[Lylithiann]

sadly enough I do not have a link to post, however here is a story that I have been working on for a few days.

It's a fan fiction within the WoW universe in the time of Strom and the Arathorian Empire.
The setting is a Noble House that suffers from internal strife between the father and the eldest son eventually leading to bloodshed and minor battles.

Note:the plague does not mean the undead plague set upon the realm thousands of years after this, just the regulair plague with blisters warts and stuff



It was a cold and wet morning that day as Jonathan woke. His curling black hair that he was so proud of, fell down his shoulder, as he rose from his pillow. He slightly tilted his head and stroked the cheek of the girl he had bed, with hair that had the color of a field of grain in midsummer, or the sun that set while it's last rays touched the hills.
He took a few moments to enjoy the innocence of the girl, which could be no older then 15 but had long since lost her innocence. Almost the age to wed, he thought and moved to the side of the bed while the morning cold crept up to him. He gazed at the fireplace, which already burned with fresh wood, no sooner then this the girl woke. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and started gathering her belongings dressed and left in silence after Jonathan handed her three silver coins. Jonathan motioned for the guard to show her to the gates as he took of his morning robe and small cloth as he entered the warm tub.

The water was just the way he liked it, warm and scented with sweet smelling oils and crushed lavender leaves. The servants started scrubbing his hair with soap and soon after his chamberlain helped him out of the wooden tub and assisted him with his clothes.
A simple wool shirt dyed black and some cottons pants of which he tucked the lower part in his brown leather boots, which reached up a little below his knees. As further adornment he chose a silver ring with a hound its head engraved into it.
The servants brushed his hair and tied it together, after which he made his way down the stairs to the dining hall where five people where waiting for him, his father; Lord Eric Acelyn his Brother Brandon his half sister Cyllia and Lyliann and his Uncle George.

As he entered the hall all faces rose up from their respective meals and conversations to him, as his father broke the silence with his booming voice. Well look who has made the effort to join his family at the table; to what do we owe your presence. Jonathan was not in the slightest interested in his father's mockery and peered around the room seeing Brandon sitting alone at his table while his half sisters said at his father's table.
Good morning father, I had a good sleep why thank you for asking. Jonathan said while he walked towards Brandon his table. I see milady has yet to arrive as well?
Edduard made a gesture with his hand brushing the whole thing off. Oh I see, Jonathan said, I assume we could be expecting ourselves another half brother or sister?
They are just as much your blood as Brandon Jonathan, Lord Edduard said with a sharp tone in his voice. You ought to remember that. This explains while my brother is sitting at that table by himself while those two are eating at your table, Jonathan made a faint gesture towards his half sisters which looked at him as if he was struck by the plague. Lord Edduard rose from his seat and spat words at his son “ I will not tolerate any more of this! Now you shall sit down and have your meal in peace or you had better not come here on the morrow again!” Lord Edduard said down again while making his last remark. Then you can just remain in your quarters while lying next to your whores.

That last comment made Jonathan a bit agitated as he replied in a sharper tone then he intended; very well father but remember one thing, I love laying next to my whores, almost as much as you love laying besides your whore. And as quickly as lord Edduard sat down he jumped up again and lost his balance grabbing the table as not to fall.
OUT! He yelled, OUT! Sure thing father, I wasn't hungry anyways. Jonathan said as he saw his brother brandon trying to silence his laughter by biting in a particularly large piece of white bread, and his uncle trying to help his father off of the ground. Grinning widely he left the hall while grabbing an apple off of the table and returned to his own quarters.
Jonathan still remembered how his father had put his mother to death two years ago when she had bed another man. Jonathan understood what this meant and it was a great insult to their honour as a noble house, but even so Brandon and Jonathan their love for their mother was high. And their father turned a deaf ear to their pleads, to make matters far worse then they already where not even a week after the execution of their late mother their father had arranged a marriage with another woman which he married not a month later. And that was a too sour fruit for Jonathan to eat from. As one of the many retributions he refused his betrothal with the daughter of the house of Hrodwyn, one of the most influential houses within the Arathorian Empire, which in it's turn led to almost constant conflict with his lord father.

Jonathan looked at his apple and his stomach growled, he said he wasn't hungry but truth be told, he was quite hungry as he had missed dinner the day before. So instead of going straight to his quarters he stopped by the kitchen where he halted a servant and told him he was having his breakfast in his private quarters as well as asking one of their librarians to bring a number of books to him later that day.


Later that day he went out riding with his brother Brandon, this time of the year the hills of Arathi where covered in snow, Brandon's dog ran trough the snow as he was glad he could run around free again as he had put quite a gap between him and his master.
Don't go off too far Herod! Brandon shouted at the dog. The two of them where followed by their respective guard, 6 gaurds clad in plate mail flying the black and white banner of the Acelyn's all armed with swords and shields decorated with the Barking hound.Brandon watched his dog with joy as he looked at his elder brother.
Too bad Grey went missing John, Brandon said. Grey was Johns dog, when John reached his sixth name day he and his year younger brother both received a pup from their father.
They where a cross breed between a Dire hound and another mountain hound of which the name he could not recal, they grew older then most dogs and some of them even reached the age of twenty before dying of old age. He told them that these dogs where his eyes so he could keep watch over them when they where troubled by danger or sorrow.
He meant no harm with those words, only kindness as he wasn't the father he is at current day. When the marriage between his father and his new wife was completed, Jonathan wanted to make sure his father would not see him weep just even once and at the age of 16 he had put his own dog to death with his own bare hands. He did not have the courage to tell Brandon what he did, for it would break his heart even now. He always was the softer one.