I am Thoreac, Forsaken Mage. When I was among the Living, I was nothing more than the average farmer. Simply an Alliance commoner that was spat apon by "elite" warriors and spellcasters of the Alliance. I toiled for years to eek out my meager living, selling goods for whatever coin the upper classes chose to toss my way. I died at the hand of a rogue. Sneaking into my tent in the bazaar she slipped her blade between my ribs and robbed me of the one thing I could actually call my own without question: my life. All for the "honor" of making away with a few measly silvers.
As you can tell, I was an angry man alive, and cold in death.
When the Dark Lady awoke me, and roused me from the grip of Darkness and Mindlessness of the Scourge to serve her as one of the Forsaken, I wanted nothing more than to be put back to rest. For days ( or perhaps months, time means nothing to the Undead ) I wandered, wallowing in my hatred of the living and this Un-Life that I had been thrust back into.
Eventually I made my way to Undercity and found a thriving community of Forsaken. Brothers and Sisters struggling with the same "existance" as mine... struggling, and succeding, and thriving! No class-system... no "elite" to shun the "peasants". In this place, in this Un-Life I finally found a common ground. Trainers that would teach me ways to master the elements, to make my own clothes and armor, and to enchant them to make them stronger. Here was a place I could finally exist on level ground with others, even trapped in Undeath...
I was told to make my way to the Apothecarium, and search from there to the Royal Quarters. One there wanted to speak to me... the Dark Lady wanted to examine her work first hand. Fearing for what was left of my soul, I went as told and found Her. She smiled apon me, a dark and terrifying smile that draws the light from you and leaves even the Forsaken feeling cold... But a coldness that is shared, between all of us and Her... a coldness that binds us. In that moment, I knew I was home... and I knelt before She Who Leads the Forsaken, and pledged my allegiance to Sylvanas the Dark Lady.
She gifted me with control of the elements: Frost, Fire, and the Arcane, and sent me to a trainer. I learned quickly to use the new power, and journeyed out into the world to practice my skills.
Posted by Thoreac at 12:45 PM 18 May 2005