12-19-2006, 10:45 AM
Good evening, all Forsaken and Horde. I would like to introduce myself as Vardoth Narvenci (Nar-VEN-chee), but just Vardoth will always do. As one of Lady Sylvanasââ¬â¢ soldiers, I have acquired the title of First Sergeant.
What kind of fighter am I, you ask? In this life, I am a rogue, currently trained to be an assassinââ¬Â¦what I was before this? Honestly, it is all a foggy blur to meââ¬Â¦
You want to know more about me? Fine, I have nothing better to doââ¬Â¦As I said before, my life after death is the only life I know right now. The only way I even recall my name was after my resuscitation, I noticed I was tightly grasping a large wad of paper. After the rigor mortis wore off an hour later, I read it and it had my name, and the age when I died (28, if you must know); nothing else. I had a feeling that I purposely left out the details before I died so when I awoke I wouldnââ¬â¢t have the burden of what happened before. When pondering upon my personal mystery, it was then I chose to remain an enigma: a rogue, hidden in the shadows with the strength of the undead to support me.
According to what I have heard, my succumbing to the plague was actually rather late compared to most, as I did not serve under the Lich King that long. In factââ¬Â¦I do not ever recall liking him that much, honestly. It is most possible that I was made near the time his power was waning, and I knew deep inside to dislike him for he is the reason I am this way. At the same time, Lady Sylvanas broke away from his power and gathering her strength to separate herself from Nerââ¬â¢Zhul and Arthas. Agreeing with the Queenââ¬â¢s ideals (not to mention I think she is rather entrancing, *ahem*), I, too became one of the Forsaken, a rebel undead who is fighting to destroy the cursed Lich King and any who oppose us.
Right now, I am rather comfortable with our situationââ¬Â¦we have such a lovely spacious city to live in, plus the Tauren, Orc, and Troll races are helping us rather nicely. Some of the undead complain about their brutish nature and smellââ¬Â¦although; I find it ironic that those who say such are rotting alive, so to speak. In either case, I think forming strong bonds with the other races is rather ideal, as we manage to complete our own motives fasterââ¬Â¦
Hm? What else do I do for a living? Well, aside from stealing from the poor saps across the continents, I also mine and engineer. I have a fascination for the gems I find in the ores I mine, and the beautiful flames my explosions create. Since I am rather nimble with my hands training with knives, I figured making little gadgets and guns would help me a bit. I can also make bandages and anti-venom very well, I am an expert cook, and I fish for a hobby. Itââ¬â¢s quite relaxing.
Was I in any previous groups? For a long while, I have worked with those who call themselves the ââ¬ÅRaven Dreamsââ¬
What kind of fighter am I, you ask? In this life, I am a rogue, currently trained to be an assassinââ¬Â¦what I was before this? Honestly, it is all a foggy blur to meââ¬Â¦
You want to know more about me? Fine, I have nothing better to doââ¬Â¦As I said before, my life after death is the only life I know right now. The only way I even recall my name was after my resuscitation, I noticed I was tightly grasping a large wad of paper. After the rigor mortis wore off an hour later, I read it and it had my name, and the age when I died (28, if you must know); nothing else. I had a feeling that I purposely left out the details before I died so when I awoke I wouldnââ¬â¢t have the burden of what happened before. When pondering upon my personal mystery, it was then I chose to remain an enigma: a rogue, hidden in the shadows with the strength of the undead to support me.
According to what I have heard, my succumbing to the plague was actually rather late compared to most, as I did not serve under the Lich King that long. In factââ¬Â¦I do not ever recall liking him that much, honestly. It is most possible that I was made near the time his power was waning, and I knew deep inside to dislike him for he is the reason I am this way. At the same time, Lady Sylvanas broke away from his power and gathering her strength to separate herself from Nerââ¬â¢Zhul and Arthas. Agreeing with the Queenââ¬â¢s ideals (not to mention I think she is rather entrancing, *ahem*), I, too became one of the Forsaken, a rebel undead who is fighting to destroy the cursed Lich King and any who oppose us.
Right now, I am rather comfortable with our situationââ¬Â¦we have such a lovely spacious city to live in, plus the Tauren, Orc, and Troll races are helping us rather nicely. Some of the undead complain about their brutish nature and smellââ¬Â¦although; I find it ironic that those who say such are rotting alive, so to speak. In either case, I think forming strong bonds with the other races is rather ideal, as we manage to complete our own motives fasterââ¬Â¦
Hm? What else do I do for a living? Well, aside from stealing from the poor saps across the continents, I also mine and engineer. I have a fascination for the gems I find in the ores I mine, and the beautiful flames my explosions create. Since I am rather nimble with my hands training with knives, I figured making little gadgets and guns would help me a bit. I can also make bandages and anti-venom very well, I am an expert cook, and I fish for a hobby. Itââ¬â¢s quite relaxing.
Was I in any previous groups? For a long while, I have worked with those who call themselves the ââ¬ÅRaven Dreamsââ¬