Post by thorimar on Aug 28, 2007 23:05:47 GMT -5
Greetings members of the Indelibles. I am Thorimar son of Thrandulf and Scarlet Commander of the Northern Armies Stationed in Northrend.
I was born in Ironforge nearly 52 years before the First War. I was raised in the Apprenticship of my father Thrandulf in the ways of the Smith. By the age of 68 I had grown into a fine young Dwarf, and was ripe for the picking of the Ironforge Armies. Unfortunatly for me this was during the Second war, and I was sent to guard the Loch Modan southern gate from the advancing Orcish Armies.
When the might of the Horde rained down upon the small brigade defending the pass we had no choice but to fall back. But we didnt not do so in vain. For we killed nearly four times our number while retreating! But as fate would have it they pushed us back to the fortress tower of Dun Algaz, where me and my comrades defended until the relief force came from Lordaeron pushing the Horde back down south of the ruined Stormwind. We defended that tower for nearly six months, and by the gods were we ever thankful to the humans that saved us.
I made a vow to never leave a fellow ally behind that day... especially a human. *Thorimar Appears Lost in Thought*
Following the Second War I was recruited into the ranks of the Silver Hand as a Paladin. I was taught thier ways by a old man by the name of Tirion, he taught me humility and righteousness, but above all honour.
The years past as the Silver Hand waned in power, I was witness to countless bickerings and arguements between the so called leaders. Until the day death fell from the sky. Aye that horrid day all that we new in Lordaeron died and shrivled, the day Arthas our leader and companion left us.
That day still burns in my mind, as a painful reminder that things do not last. After the fal of Lordaeron I joined the Scarlet Crusade in the attempt to regain our fallen lands. Since that time I have risen in rank to be 4th in Command of the entire Scarlet Crusade, and have been disgracefully discharged of my leadership in the past few months.
I do not know what road lies ahead of me, where I will follow, what path I shall take. But one thing is certain... anyone be it demon, scourge, or horde will pay for what they have done to ruin my life, and the lives of others.
I was born in Ironforge nearly 52 years before the First War. I was raised in the Apprenticship of my father Thrandulf in the ways of the Smith. By the age of 68 I had grown into a fine young Dwarf, and was ripe for the picking of the Ironforge Armies. Unfortunatly for me this was during the Second war, and I was sent to guard the Loch Modan southern gate from the advancing Orcish Armies.
When the might of the Horde rained down upon the small brigade defending the pass we had no choice but to fall back. But we didnt not do so in vain. For we killed nearly four times our number while retreating! But as fate would have it they pushed us back to the fortress tower of Dun Algaz, where me and my comrades defended until the relief force came from Lordaeron pushing the Horde back down south of the ruined Stormwind. We defended that tower for nearly six months, and by the gods were we ever thankful to the humans that saved us.
I made a vow to never leave a fellow ally behind that day... especially a human. *Thorimar Appears Lost in Thought*
Following the Second War I was recruited into the ranks of the Silver Hand as a Paladin. I was taught thier ways by a old man by the name of Tirion, he taught me humility and righteousness, but above all honour.
The years past as the Silver Hand waned in power, I was witness to countless bickerings and arguements between the so called leaders. Until the day death fell from the sky. Aye that horrid day all that we new in Lordaeron died and shrivled, the day Arthas our leader and companion left us.
That day still burns in my mind, as a painful reminder that things do not last. After the fal of Lordaeron I joined the Scarlet Crusade in the attempt to regain our fallen lands. Since that time I have risen in rank to be 4th in Command of the entire Scarlet Crusade, and have been disgracefully discharged of my leadership in the past few months.
I do not know what road lies ahead of me, where I will follow, what path I shall take. But one thing is certain... anyone be it demon, scourge, or horde will pay for what they have done to ruin my life, and the lives of others.