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In the realm of Azeroth lies there the much evil and good, the war with the Lich Knight, the Scourge, the Alliance, the Horde, the Dragonflights and the Elder Gods bring much chaos to the world and thus it is at a great unbalance. to relieve itself of the unbalance the planet lets loose the energy pending up in it at one point, New Avalon (Do not remember if it was Avalon or Camelot that town was called) where the Scourge was killing everything in their path.
This single spark of energy released by the planet itself, is what brough the Death Knights from the Lich King's command, their free will gained, though they did not act upon it until the Lich King's betrayal, and the Ashbringer shoned with its holy light once more as it wounded the Lich King forcing him to flee to Northernd.
But nobody bothered to know what was the planet's source of the chaotic energy, it wwas a young child, a young boy named Vecalus Springpalm, the energy that had brought a bit of balance to the world, wrought havoc on the poor child's mind and body, driving him insane and empowering his body with a massive amount of fel energy.
He was found some years later, in Duskwood, and taken to Stormwind where he was healed as good as possible, though he never became sane, thus he was sent out after his body was healed and his fel magic harnessed and trained for him to learn control over it.
May the light bear pity and spare the alliance's enemies a slow death, for it shall be no mercy or pity, from Vexalus Felhand, known as Vexalus the Mad.
PLOT
Vexalus shall be ordered to go and team up with a group of adventurers, and act as the Team Leader, he is to take out several spots where the enemies of the Alliance are gathered, the location and enemies will be decided by the poll and suggestions.
There's no race limits, you can be any horde or alliance race, but if you are a horde, then give a good explanation in thour biograph as of why you are part of the alliance.
Character Sheet
Vexalus' Character Sheet
Name: Vexalus Felhand
Age: 28
Race: Human
Class: Warlock
Appearance His left hand is nothing but bones, but he is no undead, the fleshless hand is part of his past, and carries a dark secret. is eyes are gone, leaving empty eye sockets, but yet it seems that he can see better then most, even if he is blind.
http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/063/f/c/For_wow_book_WARLOCK_by_kaohu.jpg
Biography / History
Vexalus Springpalm was originally an Orphan of Stormwind, living on the streets as he hated the Orphanage. He was of a noble family, the last remaining member, as his entire family had died fighting the Scourge and the Burning Legions, leaving him the sole heir, and he had to be raised in the Orphanage until he could gain his heritage. But the young boy preferred the free streets rather then the cramped walls of buildings, he often sneaked onto caravans and boats to sail across the world.
He loved the travel, the freedom of the road beneath his feet drew him to take up trade as a traveling merchant, selling things he stole here and there. He was not a very good thief but he was skilled enough to take items at certain moments and certain situations.
But when he turned sixteen he came across the town of New Camelot, he decided to take a night's rest there and then leave the next morning, but that night would forever change him.
He woke up to the sound of screams, explosions, gurgling groans of rotten vocals and the roars of dragons. Terrified he ran out with his meager possessions and tried to run from the town, undeads plowing over the walls and into the city, tearing everything and everybody in their path apart.
Young Vexalus would have made it if it hadn't been for a large black armored figure marching through the undeads, his poor young body bounced off the heavy armor and he fell to the ground, his hand and wrist broken from the magic of the armor.
Looking up in fear the young child saw the glowing blue eyes of a Death Knight, backing away in fear, his hand painfully throbbing like a twisting flame inside his skin. Then the death knight spoke. "Such power for someone so young... it is a shame that you have to die, you would have made an excellent Warlock, I shall make you into my undead minion, that way I may preserve your powers."
The young boy screamed as the Death Knight cast some sort of poisonous spell towards him, it struck his broken hand and his screams turned into howls if agony as his flesh and skin was melted off the bones, revealing a boney hand. The influence of the magic, the trauma of the young boy, and the pain i nhis body, broke the poor child's mind and he went silent ,his eyes blankly starring into the empty air.
The Death Knight raised an eyebrow at this, no mortal child should have survived the spell he had casst ,and yet this one had. but then, the horrors began ,the child began to giggle, then he began t chuckle and soon he was laughing outloud like a mad beast, his eyes crying blood as he clawed at them with his own fingers and the Death knight stared in fascination as the young child ripped out his own eyes and looked down at them with his empty and bleeding sockets.
"Hihihihiihihih! Look at them, so pretty and blue, so much joy and laughter they hold! Hahahahahaha!!" The young child's bone hand began to glow and the eyeballs became crystallized before shattering into two glowing blue shards, the young child then laughed maniacly as he held up the two shards and suddenly the Death Knight had to turn his face as a strong blue light exploded from the shards, and when he looked again, was the child gone.
Four years later in Duskwood, along the Raven Hill, did a patrol of soldiers hear a giggling voice in the shadows, they investigated they came upon a ragged figure dressed in thorn clothes, it was a young man, giggling madly while tracing his finger int the dirt.
"Young man what are you doing here?" The captai nfo the patrol stated, but wished he hadn't as the symbols the youngster had drawn flashed green and a small imp leaped out of them and bowed to the young man.
"Jarc help Master?"
"Hehehehehehehe! Friends are good, though they tend to lie, which is what you might call the fools, as they are ones to die! Hehehehehehehehe!" The man giggled madly as he lifted up the imp and held him in his arms like an infant, the Captain moved forward, the torches of the patrol lit up the small glade the young man was in and thety gasped at what they saw.
"By the light..." Corpses of undeads, monsters and hordes were hanging from the trees, their intenstines dragged out, used as rope to hang them, while the undead had their bodies cut apart before put together in a massively disgusting mass of flesh danging from a large hook from the trees over whath ad once been a fireplace, patches of ripped flesh, as if... someone had eaten from
The horrifing answer came from the man as they saw him lift a roasted piece of flesh that looked liek a finger, until they realized, that it was a finger."Them undeads are so nasty, and yet so very tasty, hehehehehehehe!" He then put the roasted meat into his mouth and ate it, bones and all, moaning in delight at the taste of the roasted undead flesh.
Several of the patrol barfed right there and then whiel the more seasoned managed to hold themselves, though they still turned green faced.
"Dear gods child... what has happened to you?"
The man giggled and spoke up as he slowly began to stand, his arms still holding the imp, his voice creepy and frightening like an old horror story turned alive. "Blue eyes that gloved in the skulls of the dead, oh how they frightened me and made me fleed, oh I couldn't run very far away or even out of the town, I had no escape as they brought the blade down. Hehehehe" Holding up his left hand the men gasped at the fleshless hand, some thought he was undead and prepared their holy magic when the captain raised his hand for them to wait.
"Oh how I cried the day, the day that my hand went away, but I smiled once the pain of loose was gone, and I felt relief to know that I had won, the blue eyes of cold death and void were so pained, while I had a pair of so much joy and life that healed. So I took the blue eyes and used them to heal the pained eyes of death, oh how I laughed as I healed them through their depth. And I smiled though the blue eyes were gone, as I always would know for and beyond, I had such beautiful blue eyes hehehehehehahahahahahaha!!!"
He looked up as he laughed and the patrol stared in shock at the eyeless sockets in the laughing face of the cheerful man, it was sick, it was disgusting and down right terrifying, maggots were eating the flesh clean and yet the boy just kept laughing as if he was the happiest child in the world. The captain couldn't bear it and walked towards the laughing mad man and to everybody's surprise, hugging him to his chest, as he had a son of his own and the thought of a child becoming like this... it was too painful to bare watching.
"Hahahahahaha!!" The child kept laughing as the captain hugged him, but even with his joyful face the men reached back as green slime poured out of his socket,s washing away the maggots, and they felt a deep darkness from the boy, fel magic, the boy was crying tears of solid fel magic. They stared in shock at the madman who had lived alone for four years in this state, they all knew that it was wistful thinking, but they knew that he would never recover from his madness.
Vexalus was taken to Stormwind and there he was treated by medication, magic and warlocks, he was without a doubt lost to his insanity, but yet he held no hostility towards the alliance. The Warlocks stated that he was an unique case of insanity for a good purpose. The man had not lost his loyalty to the alliance when he was driven insane, instead it drove him to assault every enemy of the alliance.
It was a sad but true sight, Vexalus Felhand, named by the bone hand he was able to move with his fel magic, would be a blood thirsty warrior, a madman, searching for the blood of the alliance enemies, and never strike against the alliance. Thus he was put to training in the warlock arts to refine his crude self taught skills, and soon enough, after eight years of training and medical treatments, he literally drove into Elwynn Forest and with his orders and missions given by the different officials and civilians he made the grass, trees and leaves of the Elwynn forest bleed with the blood of the Alliance's enemies, their heads becoming decorations along the fences on roads through Elwynn Forest and their souls becoming his to use, and soon enough he became a well known terror to the Alliance enemies, and still is.
Professions
Primary
Tailoring
Enchanting
Secondary:
Cooking
Fishing
First Aid
This single spark of energy released by the planet itself, is what brough the Death Knights from the Lich King's command, their free will gained, though they did not act upon it until the Lich King's betrayal, and the Ashbringer shoned with its holy light once more as it wounded the Lich King forcing him to flee to Northernd.
But nobody bothered to know what was the planet's source of the chaotic energy, it wwas a young child, a young boy named Vecalus Springpalm, the energy that had brought a bit of balance to the world, wrought havoc on the poor child's mind and body, driving him insane and empowering his body with a massive amount of fel energy.
He was found some years later, in Duskwood, and taken to Stormwind where he was healed as good as possible, though he never became sane, thus he was sent out after his body was healed and his fel magic harnessed and trained for him to learn control over it.
May the light bear pity and spare the alliance's enemies a slow death, for it shall be no mercy or pity, from Vexalus Felhand, known as Vexalus the Mad.
PLOT
Vexalus shall be ordered to go and team up with a group of adventurers, and act as the Team Leader, he is to take out several spots where the enemies of the Alliance are gathered, the location and enemies will be decided by the poll and suggestions.
There's no race limits, you can be any horde or alliance race, but if you are a horde, then give a good explanation in thour biograph as of why you are part of the alliance.
Character Sheet
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[B]Secondary:[/B]Vexalus' Character Sheet
Name: Vexalus Felhand
Age: 28
Race: Human
Class: Warlock
Appearance His left hand is nothing but bones, but he is no undead, the fleshless hand is part of his past, and carries a dark secret. is eyes are gone, leaving empty eye sockets, but yet it seems that he can see better then most, even if he is blind.
http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/063/f/c/For_wow_book_WARLOCK_by_kaohu.jpg
Biography / History
Vexalus Springpalm was originally an Orphan of Stormwind, living on the streets as he hated the Orphanage. He was of a noble family, the last remaining member, as his entire family had died fighting the Scourge and the Burning Legions, leaving him the sole heir, and he had to be raised in the Orphanage until he could gain his heritage. But the young boy preferred the free streets rather then the cramped walls of buildings, he often sneaked onto caravans and boats to sail across the world.
He loved the travel, the freedom of the road beneath his feet drew him to take up trade as a traveling merchant, selling things he stole here and there. He was not a very good thief but he was skilled enough to take items at certain moments and certain situations.
But when he turned sixteen he came across the town of New Camelot, he decided to take a night's rest there and then leave the next morning, but that night would forever change him.
He woke up to the sound of screams, explosions, gurgling groans of rotten vocals and the roars of dragons. Terrified he ran out with his meager possessions and tried to run from the town, undeads plowing over the walls and into the city, tearing everything and everybody in their path apart.
Young Vexalus would have made it if it hadn't been for a large black armored figure marching through the undeads, his poor young body bounced off the heavy armor and he fell to the ground, his hand and wrist broken from the magic of the armor.
Looking up in fear the young child saw the glowing blue eyes of a Death Knight, backing away in fear, his hand painfully throbbing like a twisting flame inside his skin. Then the death knight spoke. "Such power for someone so young... it is a shame that you have to die, you would have made an excellent Warlock, I shall make you into my undead minion, that way I may preserve your powers."
The young boy screamed as the Death Knight cast some sort of poisonous spell towards him, it struck his broken hand and his screams turned into howls if agony as his flesh and skin was melted off the bones, revealing a boney hand. The influence of the magic, the trauma of the young boy, and the pain i nhis body, broke the poor child's mind and he went silent ,his eyes blankly starring into the empty air.
The Death Knight raised an eyebrow at this, no mortal child should have survived the spell he had casst ,and yet this one had. but then, the horrors began ,the child began to giggle, then he began t chuckle and soon he was laughing outloud like a mad beast, his eyes crying blood as he clawed at them with his own fingers and the Death knight stared in fascination as the young child ripped out his own eyes and looked down at them with his empty and bleeding sockets.
"Hihihihiihihih! Look at them, so pretty and blue, so much joy and laughter they hold! Hahahahahaha!!" The young child's bone hand began to glow and the eyeballs became crystallized before shattering into two glowing blue shards, the young child then laughed maniacly as he held up the two shards and suddenly the Death Knight had to turn his face as a strong blue light exploded from the shards, and when he looked again, was the child gone.
Four years later in Duskwood, along the Raven Hill, did a patrol of soldiers hear a giggling voice in the shadows, they investigated they came upon a ragged figure dressed in thorn clothes, it was a young man, giggling madly while tracing his finger int the dirt.
"Young man what are you doing here?" The captai nfo the patrol stated, but wished he hadn't as the symbols the youngster had drawn flashed green and a small imp leaped out of them and bowed to the young man.
"Jarc help Master?"
"Hehehehehehehe! Friends are good, though they tend to lie, which is what you might call the fools, as they are ones to die! Hehehehehehehehe!" The man giggled madly as he lifted up the imp and held him in his arms like an infant, the Captain moved forward, the torches of the patrol lit up the small glade the young man was in and thety gasped at what they saw.
"By the light..." Corpses of undeads, monsters and hordes were hanging from the trees, their intenstines dragged out, used as rope to hang them, while the undead had their bodies cut apart before put together in a massively disgusting mass of flesh danging from a large hook from the trees over whath ad once been a fireplace, patches of ripped flesh, as if... someone had eaten from
The horrifing answer came from the man as they saw him lift a roasted piece of flesh that looked liek a finger, until they realized, that it was a finger."Them undeads are so nasty, and yet so very tasty, hehehehehehehe!" He then put the roasted meat into his mouth and ate it, bones and all, moaning in delight at the taste of the roasted undead flesh.
Several of the patrol barfed right there and then whiel the more seasoned managed to hold themselves, though they still turned green faced.
"Dear gods child... what has happened to you?"
The man giggled and spoke up as he slowly began to stand, his arms still holding the imp, his voice creepy and frightening like an old horror story turned alive. "Blue eyes that gloved in the skulls of the dead, oh how they frightened me and made me fleed, oh I couldn't run very far away or even out of the town, I had no escape as they brought the blade down. Hehehehe" Holding up his left hand the men gasped at the fleshless hand, some thought he was undead and prepared their holy magic when the captain raised his hand for them to wait.
"Oh how I cried the day, the day that my hand went away, but I smiled once the pain of loose was gone, and I felt relief to know that I had won, the blue eyes of cold death and void were so pained, while I had a pair of so much joy and life that healed. So I took the blue eyes and used them to heal the pained eyes of death, oh how I laughed as I healed them through their depth. And I smiled though the blue eyes were gone, as I always would know for and beyond, I had such beautiful blue eyes hehehehehehahahahahahaha!!!"
He looked up as he laughed and the patrol stared in shock at the eyeless sockets in the laughing face of the cheerful man, it was sick, it was disgusting and down right terrifying, maggots were eating the flesh clean and yet the boy just kept laughing as if he was the happiest child in the world. The captain couldn't bear it and walked towards the laughing mad man and to everybody's surprise, hugging him to his chest, as he had a son of his own and the thought of a child becoming like this... it was too painful to bare watching.
"Hahahahahaha!!" The child kept laughing as the captain hugged him, but even with his joyful face the men reached back as green slime poured out of his socket,s washing away the maggots, and they felt a deep darkness from the boy, fel magic, the boy was crying tears of solid fel magic. They stared in shock at the madman who had lived alone for four years in this state, they all knew that it was wistful thinking, but they knew that he would never recover from his madness.
Vexalus was taken to Stormwind and there he was treated by medication, magic and warlocks, he was without a doubt lost to his insanity, but yet he held no hostility towards the alliance. The Warlocks stated that he was an unique case of insanity for a good purpose. The man had not lost his loyalty to the alliance when he was driven insane, instead it drove him to assault every enemy of the alliance.
It was a sad but true sight, Vexalus Felhand, named by the bone hand he was able to move with his fel magic, would be a blood thirsty warrior, a madman, searching for the blood of the alliance enemies, and never strike against the alliance. Thus he was put to training in the warlock arts to refine his crude self taught skills, and soon enough, after eight years of training and medical treatments, he literally drove into Elwynn Forest and with his orders and missions given by the different officials and civilians he made the grass, trees and leaves of the Elwynn forest bleed with the blood of the Alliance's enemies, their heads becoming decorations along the fences on roads through Elwynn Forest and their souls becoming his to use, and soon enough he became a well known terror to the Alliance enemies, and still is.
Professions
Primary
Tailoring
Enchanting
Secondary:
Cooking
Fishing
First Aid
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