Post by rakzuel on Aug 26, 2007 8:15:17 GMT -5
My name is Rakzuel the Warlock. I am assuming that since you are reading this that you have an interest in my past. Well then please allow me to share with you my childhood.
I was born in Elwynn Forest, out past the town of Goldshire, a little more towards Crystal Lake. I was born in a small cottage with my parents. My mother was not a very important person, save to say she was the local seamstress, and it was she who turned me onto the fine art of Tailoring, which I still partake in to even this day. My father on the other hand was a Paladin, and something of a local celebrity.
At a young age, 6 I believe it was, I used magic for the first time in my life by knocking another human child unconscious with my very first shadow bolt. Back then I had thought that I was going to be in a world of trouble, but still I went to my parents. However to my surprise my parents were ecstatic and they even had a small party in my honor. I was rather confused. My parents thought that I was a young budding mageling; little did they know that my magic came from a far darker place.
Over the next few years my parents had hired for me a tutor in the magic libraries of Stormwind, but this doddering old fool only taught me magical theories, never any of the real magic that my blood seemed to crave. IT was then that I realized inside of me I had a hunger for magic, and power. It was also the time I realized this old fool could not sate that thirst.
I started to wander off, leaving behind my tutor in another section of the libraries, droning on about his precious magical theories. Through my wandering I found myself at the section of the library listed as "forbidden". However much to my delight the door had been left unlocked by some foolish clerk, who was more interested in his own studies then keeping the library in good condition. It was through that door that my life changed, and it all started with the first book I grabbed.
The book itself literally radiated magic and power, and while my very soul cried out for me not to open that book, my hunger all but made me throw open it pages. It was at that time that I saw my first demon, a small imp draw inside a diagram. However even though I knew this creature before me was a monster it struck me as oddly beautiful, as I read I realized that there was literally fountains of power inside this little creature. I stole the book and fled the library.
It was years later from when I had first found and stolen the book. I knew it from cover to cover, and I could probably still recite it perfectly. It was around 3Am, my mother was asleep and my father had been called away to Stormwind city. I had drawn several diagrams into the floor of the cottage, and I followed every single instruction in the book down to the last letter. I was ready. I opened my magic and soul to the diagrams and then I felt it all happen.
My soul, my very essence even felt like it was on fire, but still I cast my spell, and still I bound myself to the strange purple vortex above me. Then he came …
Piztal was small and frail looking, but he radiated such a beauty that I was moved to tears. Here he was my first demon. I knew that demons were supposed to be bad things, but I couldn’t see what in the world was so bad about Piztal. Then my life changed again. I guess that through the magical process some noise had been created, for in came my mother, who upon seeing Piztal screamed as loud as she could. She then grabbed a long knife and went to kill Piztal. I remember that this angered me beyond anything ever in my life, here was my mother trying to kill my creation. I do not remember my words, or what fully happened, but when it was all over my mother lay dead at my feet, her body burned beyond recognition.
And then as I stood there over my mother’s charred corpse I knew my life would never be the same again. I stole what little food and money was in the house, and then I cast a spell to make my house burn. And it did. And then I ran.
Within a week, my father had figured out what occurred, apparently he could smell the stink of demon, a demon with my influence over it. He hunted me for many nights, and he had with him a contingent of paladins. They had come with one job, to kill me and Piztal. I came across there group at night, they were all sleeping. I killed my father last, I don’t know why, but I made sure he was last. As my sword ran through his armor he did 2 things. Firstly he cursed my mortal soul, and secondly he told me his only regret was that he would not get to so me killed.
Years passed, and during those years I was visited by Magtheradon, who at the time became my god, my father, my family, and my instructor. He was eventually slain by Illadin and the Draenei however, and it is from that day that my hatred of the Draenei extends. .
It was several more years later; I was visiting my parent’s graves, and the old remains of our cottage in Elwynn. During this visit I was come upon by a night elf with the name Sylaurn. He seemed nice enough at the time and he even offered me a place in his guild. He assured me that it was a place where I would be welcomed, and not judged for my lifes choices. I have been with the Indelibles ever since, and so far Sylaurn has kept his word to me. Over my time with the Indelibles I have risen in power and strength, now standing as one of the guilds strongest, and as one of Sylaurn's trusted advisors.
I have often wondered to myself, if that fool had locked the door to the room of “forbidden” knowledge if my life would be different…….. Oh well.
So there you have it. I am Rakzuel the Warlock, and for me there is no turning back.
I was born in Elwynn Forest, out past the town of Goldshire, a little more towards Crystal Lake. I was born in a small cottage with my parents. My mother was not a very important person, save to say she was the local seamstress, and it was she who turned me onto the fine art of Tailoring, which I still partake in to even this day. My father on the other hand was a Paladin, and something of a local celebrity.
At a young age, 6 I believe it was, I used magic for the first time in my life by knocking another human child unconscious with my very first shadow bolt. Back then I had thought that I was going to be in a world of trouble, but still I went to my parents. However to my surprise my parents were ecstatic and they even had a small party in my honor. I was rather confused. My parents thought that I was a young budding mageling; little did they know that my magic came from a far darker place.
Over the next few years my parents had hired for me a tutor in the magic libraries of Stormwind, but this doddering old fool only taught me magical theories, never any of the real magic that my blood seemed to crave. IT was then that I realized inside of me I had a hunger for magic, and power. It was also the time I realized this old fool could not sate that thirst.
I started to wander off, leaving behind my tutor in another section of the libraries, droning on about his precious magical theories. Through my wandering I found myself at the section of the library listed as "forbidden". However much to my delight the door had been left unlocked by some foolish clerk, who was more interested in his own studies then keeping the library in good condition. It was through that door that my life changed, and it all started with the first book I grabbed.
The book itself literally radiated magic and power, and while my very soul cried out for me not to open that book, my hunger all but made me throw open it pages. It was at that time that I saw my first demon, a small imp draw inside a diagram. However even though I knew this creature before me was a monster it struck me as oddly beautiful, as I read I realized that there was literally fountains of power inside this little creature. I stole the book and fled the library.
It was years later from when I had first found and stolen the book. I knew it from cover to cover, and I could probably still recite it perfectly. It was around 3Am, my mother was asleep and my father had been called away to Stormwind city. I had drawn several diagrams into the floor of the cottage, and I followed every single instruction in the book down to the last letter. I was ready. I opened my magic and soul to the diagrams and then I felt it all happen.
My soul, my very essence even felt like it was on fire, but still I cast my spell, and still I bound myself to the strange purple vortex above me. Then he came …
Piztal was small and frail looking, but he radiated such a beauty that I was moved to tears. Here he was my first demon. I knew that demons were supposed to be bad things, but I couldn’t see what in the world was so bad about Piztal. Then my life changed again. I guess that through the magical process some noise had been created, for in came my mother, who upon seeing Piztal screamed as loud as she could. She then grabbed a long knife and went to kill Piztal. I remember that this angered me beyond anything ever in my life, here was my mother trying to kill my creation. I do not remember my words, or what fully happened, but when it was all over my mother lay dead at my feet, her body burned beyond recognition.
And then as I stood there over my mother’s charred corpse I knew my life would never be the same again. I stole what little food and money was in the house, and then I cast a spell to make my house burn. And it did. And then I ran.
Within a week, my father had figured out what occurred, apparently he could smell the stink of demon, a demon with my influence over it. He hunted me for many nights, and he had with him a contingent of paladins. They had come with one job, to kill me and Piztal. I came across there group at night, they were all sleeping. I killed my father last, I don’t know why, but I made sure he was last. As my sword ran through his armor he did 2 things. Firstly he cursed my mortal soul, and secondly he told me his only regret was that he would not get to so me killed.
Years passed, and during those years I was visited by Magtheradon, who at the time became my god, my father, my family, and my instructor. He was eventually slain by Illadin and the Draenei however, and it is from that day that my hatred of the Draenei extends. .
It was several more years later; I was visiting my parent’s graves, and the old remains of our cottage in Elwynn. During this visit I was come upon by a night elf with the name Sylaurn. He seemed nice enough at the time and he even offered me a place in his guild. He assured me that it was a place where I would be welcomed, and not judged for my lifes choices. I have been with the Indelibles ever since, and so far Sylaurn has kept his word to me. Over my time with the Indelibles I have risen in power and strength, now standing as one of the guilds strongest, and as one of Sylaurn's trusted advisors.
I have often wondered to myself, if that fool had locked the door to the room of “forbidden” knowledge if my life would be different…….. Oh well.
So there you have it. I am Rakzuel the Warlock, and for me there is no turning back.