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When Brethil was little he was any other young boy running around elywwn forest and causing mischeif in SW. He was very facinated in the arcane arts and often strayed into the Mage Quarter and gawted at the powerful adventurers that trained there. At the age of 15 he finaly got his chance and began to study the arts of the frost mage. But one day as he was trying to summon his first frost bolt he heard guards shouting that a horde rogue had slipped past the front gates and was on a murderous rampage in the Old Town. He raced with the guards hoping and praying that his family was OK. But he arrived home just in time to see his father being slain by the horde. He conjured all the energy and concentration he possesed and shot a icey blast at the foe. But it easily dodged the projectile and beared down upon him. This was no normal rogue. This undead posses a wicked, cruel sence of humor. So instead of slaying poor Brethil he sapped him and made him watch and listen hopelessly, to the peircing shreiks coming from his mother and younger sister as they were cut down on the spot. The poor boy collapsed on the floor in shock and lifted his head just to see the rogue stealth and sneak from the house. From that moment on he swore to seek revenge on the whole horde civilization. He gave up his childhood ambitions of becoming a mage and sold his soul to control powerful demons and manipulate the shadows as a Warlock. Now he seeks to further his skills and spares no mercy to any horde weak, powerful, man or woman!!

That's a really good story. I have to ask, were you one of those bratty kids in Stormwind that's always stealing their sister's dolls?

I was in SW on my dwarf and saw that ONCE AGAIN that little boy had stolen the doll of his sister and was teasing her mercilessly about it. So I walked up to him and with my usual dwarvish tact and diplomacy tried to reason with him. I pulled my sword on him and yelled, "OH FER THE LOVE O' GOD, GIVE HER BACK HER DOLLEH SO WE KIN ALL LIVE IN PEACE! And... he ran off with his sister in hot pursuit... and me close on her tail yelling, "Git back 'ere ya punk. If I were a hunter I'd show ye whats fer!"