Hey everyone one, I decided to post my characters backstory. It's a script for my prefered medium (comics) so keep that in mind and enjoy! (warning: it's long) Eventually I'll get around to draw this and...buy...a...scanner....
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Chapter 1: A warrior’s beginning
Open: black panel, type begins
Narrator: I remember it, I remember the year that became known as year Four; year four ADP, or after the dark portal. I was a boy, 8 years old, living with my father in Southshore
Scene: Southshore is full of life, these lands haven’t seen conflict since the troll invasions years ago, and a father calls out to his boy.
Telemonde: AIAS!! AIAS!! Where are you, boy?! I swear he’s as lost in his head as his mother….AIAS!!
Aias sneaks up behind his father, scaring the middle aged man half to death.
Telemonde: By the light, Boy! I called for you three times, where the hell where you?
Aias: I was looking for mountain lions daddy!
Telemonde: mountain lions What have I told you about that? Mountain lions are dangerous animals, they aren’t to be harassed, and especially by a boy you’re age.
Aias: Sorry dad…
Telemonde: [sighing] it’s alright boy, hey want to do your father a favor?
Aias: SURE!
Telemonde: Good! Now you do now Miss Anna in Hillsbrad field’s right? [Aias nods] Good boy. Now here’s the carrots she asked for her horses, now, I just picked these today, so be careful with them.
Aias: OK!
Narrator: I ran so fast, I didn’t even notice Guard Jonathan until I ran into him. I don’t know why I was so eager to deliver these carrots when most children would consider it a chore. Perhaps, it was the fact that this was my first time I’d been sent to Hillsbrad fields alone, I liked Hillsbrad, I liked the people there, specifically one person, Molly. Molly was a blonde, skinny girl, my first crush and, as most of them are, a modest one. First girl I could really talk to without things degenerating into name calling. She was actually Miss Anna’s niece, she worked in the stables.
Anna: Well hello, Aias. Are those the carrots from your father?
Aias: Yes, Ma’am. I didn’t lose a single one, honest!
Anna: [laughing] I believe you. These will do just fine, I’m sure the horses will love them.
Aias: Can I feed the horses, Ma’am. I’ll be gentle, honest!
Anna: Sure, Aias. Molly’s out there, she can help you.
Scene: Aias runs into the stables, Molly’s there grooming one of the horses.
Aias: I brought carrots!
Narrator: we played “Knights and trolls” for hours.
Aias: [scene: single panel, Aias with a pot on his head and wearing a bed sheet around his neck
with a wooden sword, molly has a brown mask over her face and a wooden sword] look at me I’m Uther the Lightbringer!
Molly: ok it’s my turn to play the knight now, you can be the troll.
Narrator: funny how children who play war games have little understanding of the world around them. Within a few months we would learn to be terrified of the word.
[New panel Aias heading home, carrying the carrot bag]
Narrator: It was nearly sunset, I had so much fun with Molly, I had lost track of time. I was afraid that my father was going to yell at me. I saw him in the fields looking toward the ocean through a looking glass.
Aias: dad! I’m sorry I’m late, honest! Molly and I were just playing as all. I lost track of time, I swear!
Narrator: my father hardly noticed I was there, I will never forget the look on his face; the horror in his eyes.
Telemonde: Light save us…..
[Scene: Telemonde and Aias looking toward the ocean as a vast armada of ruined Stormwind ships head toward the Hillsbrad shore. The next few panels are of Lothar carrying a bloodied babe, refugees, battered, bruised, and crushed by the loss of their homeland.]
Narrator: there was so many of them. I have yet to see that much despair on people’s faces since. The kingdom of Stormwind was destroyed, their king was murdered and their keep was infested with a being of unimaginable evil, demon worshiping Orcs, the Horde. What’s worse, the exiles had been followed and it was only a matter of time before they headed northward.
[Scene: Telemonde is in a tool shack opening a chest, inside are his weapons and armor, and he holds up his tabard, the red fist of Stromgarde looks faded. Telemonde removes his sword from its scabbard, it gleams in the sunlight. Aias rushes into the shed.]
Aias: what are you up to dad?
Telemonde: [stuffing his things back into the chest] Nothing of your concern son, I thought I told you to pick weeds.
Aias: I did! It’s all done, honest!
Telemonde: Really? So if I go out into the fields now I’m not going to see any weeds right?
Aias: …Uh…Uh huh!
Telemonde: well let’s take a look…
Aias: No, no daddy! Wait, actually it’s not quite done yet, I forgot the barn side.
[Aias runs out of the shed, Telemonde smiles, and chest in shot. Next panel: he frowns at the chest, and looks out the window at his son picking weeds.]
Telemonde: Because I love him so much, soon I will never see him again.
Narrator: I remember being able to hear the arguing inside town hall in my bedroom. Men from Stromgarde and Lordaeron had come into town that morning and they brought with them a weight that has never left my shoulders. My father came upstairs looking flustered]
Aias: what’s wrong daddy?
Telemonde: nothing son, go to sleep... [Pause]...Aias? You know what my father told me once? “The sign of a great man is when you’ll defend a lesser man till your dying breath.” Now, in some instances that’s not true, but son I always want you to remember that there are all types of people in this world, many you’re not going to get along with so good, and many who’ll hate you for no reason, but remember, even if they seem like the strongest men in the world, a single arrow could kill them as easily as you. [Pause] What I’m trying to say son is I love you, if you love someone you must protect them to whatever end, you understand? [Aias nods slightly] DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!
Aias: yes sir!
Telemonde: Good boy, remember son, I love you.
Narrator: that morning he was gone. I didn’t even notice him leave. There was a note on the table addressed to Miss Anna and one for me.
[The note: “Aias, take this note to miss. Anna’s, you’re going to be staying at her place while I’m away. Now I want you to be on your best behavior, no back talk, no cussing. I love you. -Pa”
Narrator: every week, on Thursday, all the children would get a letter from theirs dads, telling us how well they are. My dad mentions the important people he’s working with, always telling me he’ll be home soon. He never mentions where he is or what he’s doing. After a while, some of the other children stopped getting letters, soon after that they went to live in the city. Molly got sent to the city after the first week, never saw her after that. One Thursday I stood by my door waiting for the messenger to come by. Instead a very tired man in armor, much like my father’s walked up to me. “Son, I want you to come with me.” He said. I thought I was in deep trouble. I was being punished. Was it something I did? Did they find out what I did with my sprouts? “I swear that dark patch behind the barn was always there!” I exclaimed to deaf ears. The horse stopped in front of the gates of Stromgarde. I had been here to pick up salted pork for my birthday; my father would save up gold for me all year, just so I could have it on my birthday. The city was a lot dirtier then I remembered it. It wasn’t so much dirt as it was soot; some buildings had char marks on them and some of the walls were caved in.
They lead me to the central barracks. I was brought into a room with large maps of the coasts of Khaz Modan and southern Lordaeron. There was a large bearded man there in elaborate armor, flashing red and silver. His eye’s red and sagging from lack of sleep. I man who lead me in stood at attention.
Man: Lord Trollbane, sir!
Trollbane: yes, dismissed, solider.
Narrator: though he was weary, the man managed to smile at me. It was surprising warm and friendly to a scared eight year old kid.
Trollbane: Hello, little friend. What’s your name?
Aias: Ai-Ai-Aias…
Trollbane: He there, Aias! I’m Danath. Say, would you like some Ice cream? [Aias nods] HEY!! MAGGOT!! GET THIS BOY SOME ICE CREAM!! [Danath smiles again] Listen, Aias, do you remember your fathers face? I want you to think real hard to remember his voice and face. Now, close your eyes and think real hard, Aias, burn it into your brain, ok? Good, good. Well son, did you know your father was a Troll fighter? No? Well, he was one of the best I have ever seen, next to me of course, when he retired our rivalry was left unfulfilled. Then all this happened. Your father came to the call on a tired old nag, wearing the armor of a man half his age, but the fury of the warrior’s spirit was not lost inside him.
Aias: Warrior’s spirit?
Danath: Yes, Aias. The Warrior’s Spirit, it’s what gives you the courage to charge into a beast ten times your size, it’s was gives you the cunning to know where to hit it, it’s what gives you the strength to carry dying men off the field, it’s what give you the will to fight when you have four arrows in your gut, that’s what the Warrior’s Spirit is, son. Now your father fought the enemy courageously, with a rusted shield in hand, and that fury in his eyes. He put me to shame I must say. I felt my age, but your father? Forget about it, the man took on six of them at once. Now I want you to remember that, little Aias. Now I want you to tap into your warrior spirit and come with me.
Narrator: he sighed and took me by the hand and led me down the stairs, priests and priestesses were healing the wounded, while others were carrying water. Sounds of men whimpering their last pleas to be saved from death echoed through the hallways, save one. The hallway I was led to. Danath opened the door slowly.
Danath: I’m so sorry, son….
Narrator: there lay Major Telemonde, Shield polished for the first time in ages, killed by an Orc’s arrow, defending his homeland, defending me.
[Scene: Aias weeping over the corpse of his father, now and forever an orphan]