Post by zeri on Mar 20, 2006 18:11:54 GMT -5
((This is the story of how Zerissi came to be the rogue he is today. If you were at the the latest Story Circle, you have heard some of this, but I have revised it a little. So enjoy =D))
Zerissi's family was long affected by disaster, whether in the form of a devastating plague, an unforgiving war, or simply distrust within the family. He is not of the Darkspear tribe, though he was brought up as so and is a member of the Horde with the Darkspear. He was born in a small village on an island off the coast of Stranglethorn Vale. His village was one of peace, and everyone there got along. Tragedy eventually found his village, and not for the last time. First, it came in the form of a disease brought upon his village by the Venture Co.'s pollution being dumped into the water supply. The population was nearly cut in half. They could never longer function alone, and had to come to Stranglethorn and ended up in Ratchet. There, they were treated as enemies and savages. This caused Zerissi's tribe to have to go back to its island, and try it's best to survive even though the chances were slim.
About a year or so later, Zerissi's tribe was finally able to start over, and everything started to get better. Then, tragedy struck again. The chief of the tribe, a Troll by the name of Zunnat, had heard great tales of the mighty Horde. He suggested that every male of age in the village be sent to aid them, and maybe the Horde would take the tribe under their wing. Since Zunnat was observed as something of a prophet, no one disagreed. By the next full moon, all the adult males were gone, and many were never seen again. This happened when Zerissi was about six years old.
Zerissi was about ten years of age when his father and some of the other males came back. The village was overjoyed at hearing they would return, but with the arrival of the soldiers the feeling of joy was overcome by the feeling of fear. These were no longer the men the tribe knew. They had been changed and hardened by the brutal war that they were sent off to participate in. When they returned, they wanted nothing to do with their families, and many of them left the tribe within the next few weeks.
About three months after the war had ended and the men had returned, Zerissi's father was sent out into the forest outside the village to fast and pay homage to the spirits, for he had begun to doubt. The forest was known as off limits and dangerous to the villagers, and Zerissi could not help but have a sense of dread. His father was a soldier, but he had heard tales of the forest much worse than tales of the battlefield. His father was supposed to come back in ten days, but he never returned. Zerissi was filled with anger that his father could not survive in the forest, and the accident brought shame upon his family. They were forced to leave.
It was at this time that Zerissi left his family and went on to find this Horde that his father spoke so proudly about. He soon stumbled upon the Darkspear tribe, and they took him in and treated him as their own. He grew up with them, studied with them, and was taught by them. The path he chose to take was the path of the Rogue, hiding in the shadows and striking only when necessary.
Fueled by his anger at his father's fall and the shame it brought to the family, Zerissi continues to grow and become stronger. You may find him today, always in a happy mood, fighting for the Horde and growing in the ranks. Long live the Horde.
Zerissi's family was long affected by disaster, whether in the form of a devastating plague, an unforgiving war, or simply distrust within the family. He is not of the Darkspear tribe, though he was brought up as so and is a member of the Horde with the Darkspear. He was born in a small village on an island off the coast of Stranglethorn Vale. His village was one of peace, and everyone there got along. Tragedy eventually found his village, and not for the last time. First, it came in the form of a disease brought upon his village by the Venture Co.'s pollution being dumped into the water supply. The population was nearly cut in half. They could never longer function alone, and had to come to Stranglethorn and ended up in Ratchet. There, they were treated as enemies and savages. This caused Zerissi's tribe to have to go back to its island, and try it's best to survive even though the chances were slim.
About a year or so later, Zerissi's tribe was finally able to start over, and everything started to get better. Then, tragedy struck again. The chief of the tribe, a Troll by the name of Zunnat, had heard great tales of the mighty Horde. He suggested that every male of age in the village be sent to aid them, and maybe the Horde would take the tribe under their wing. Since Zunnat was observed as something of a prophet, no one disagreed. By the next full moon, all the adult males were gone, and many were never seen again. This happened when Zerissi was about six years old.
Zerissi was about ten years of age when his father and some of the other males came back. The village was overjoyed at hearing they would return, but with the arrival of the soldiers the feeling of joy was overcome by the feeling of fear. These were no longer the men the tribe knew. They had been changed and hardened by the brutal war that they were sent off to participate in. When they returned, they wanted nothing to do with their families, and many of them left the tribe within the next few weeks.
About three months after the war had ended and the men had returned, Zerissi's father was sent out into the forest outside the village to fast and pay homage to the spirits, for he had begun to doubt. The forest was known as off limits and dangerous to the villagers, and Zerissi could not help but have a sense of dread. His father was a soldier, but he had heard tales of the forest much worse than tales of the battlefield. His father was supposed to come back in ten days, but he never returned. Zerissi was filled with anger that his father could not survive in the forest, and the accident brought shame upon his family. They were forced to leave.
It was at this time that Zerissi left his family and went on to find this Horde that his father spoke so proudly about. He soon stumbled upon the Darkspear tribe, and they took him in and treated him as their own. He grew up with them, studied with them, and was taught by them. The path he chose to take was the path of the Rogue, hiding in the shadows and striking only when necessary.
Fueled by his anger at his father's fall and the shame it brought to the family, Zerissi continues to grow and become stronger. You may find him today, always in a happy mood, fighting for the Horde and growing in the ranks. Long live the Horde.