Post by Eríon on Dec 12, 2014 16:26:41 GMT -6
(this is my first time writing my rp backstory, if you see any errors please let me know xD)
Months after the defeat of the Lich King, Eríon had finally completed his task like the rest of the knights of the ebon blade, the thing was that Eríon did not feel freed or acomplished, he had the idea that Death knights of the ebon blade would have no use for the alliance anymore. With this idea Eríon sought to find use for himself, as long as he would slave for the people of the alliance he would survive, once he had no use they would eventually come, that is why he never stopped serving.
For months Eríon worked as a mercenary mostly, but he did not ask for money, no, he would need a place to stay for the night and if he felt like it some food, although he did not have the need for food it reminded him of a time where he did not fear to be discarded. One day he was contracted by a human noble, he wished for him to go travel to the Tristfal glades in order to destroy a forsaken encampment that seemed to be faraway from the main city, this made it very easy to attack with reinforcments coming too late or none at all. Eríon saw it as an easy task and quickly accepted the offer. The nobel had offered him a room for the night as he would head out the next morning, as Eríon changed out from his armor he sat on the table, just waiting for the next morning, at that time he started to remember the times when he was alive.
An extraordinary warrior, at the age of 22 this man was fighting with the skills of a Veteran and the physical aptitude of a young man, he was leading a small group of men against the scourge. They were unstoppable, killing scourge minions by the hundred this group quickly became highly respected, but as strong as it was tragedy befell it. A night after a battle in the eastern plaguelands Eríon was celebrating their hard won victory, he approached his comrade and trusted friend Morrel, this man had fought with Eríon for quite some time now and the trust between them was unbreakable, they were walking outside the camp getting farther away from the celebration talking about what they would do after the war, the man had told him that he wished to open a shop in Stormwind, and that he would leave his armor behind, as Eríon looked comforted he told the man -"I think i'll keep fighting, it's the only thing i've known, although I wish someday maybe in a distant future the need to fight would stop and i will be able too..."- Eríon suddenlt felt cold, he couldn't move and not a single word could leave his mouth, he saw a dagger piercing his chest, and holding it, was his friend Morrel, he seemed scared and sad, as if he did not know what had happened, Eríon could not hate his friend despite this as he fell to the ground killed by his own comrades....
Some time after still unknown to Eríon he woke up as a Death knight although he had no will and he did not mind, or even think about his past, he was only there to serve, when he killed so many inocents he did not mind, he did not care for the blood of the civilians but the sounds of their screams made him feel right for some reason, he was not himself and he did not know it. Finally the knights were freed, he remembered his past, regained his will but still he did not care for what he had done the the feelings of destruction would still be with him for the rest of his days.
The morning had finally come, Eríon grabbed his armor and weapons, he head to the tristfal glades to do the job he was hired for, it seemed easy enough so he took no delay on preparations. He finally arrived at the location of the forsaken camp, but to his surprise there was no one there, he seemed confused, why would somebody send him to an empty place and pay him for it? Suddenly 5 men came out of the shadows, leading them was the noble that had contracted him, he presented himself with another name "Dorius" as they slowley approched to him Dorius talked to him in an calm tone -"Hello Eríon, you must be confused, let me explain myself"- he sent his men to surround Eríon -"I am Dorius, I lead a small group of Paladins against the undead, you see, the alliance should have never let your kind, you monsters into our city, and that is why we have led you here so that we may correct the mistakes of our king"-, Eríon drew his blades and aggresivly talked to the paladin -"Don't you see I am only an ally, I care not to harm you or the rest of your kind"- The paladins had all drawn their weapons -" we're no fools Eríon, we know what you death knights can do, and we will not take the risk of letting you rampage our city and hurt innocents, that is why we will purge you and your kind"- All the paladins attacked Eríon, the battle took place for many hours, Eríon would not so easily give up, the only thing he wanted to do is survive and he would not die just yet, with his blades he managed to take down two of the Paladins, but the remaining three managed to overpower him, two of them held Eríon up as he was beaten up and weakened from the fight, Dorius Approached slowly to the him and said -"you see Eríon, good will always prevail, the light has given me the strength to destroy you, only thing you wished for was to survive, the problem...Only the light can save you now"- The paladin rose his sword preparing to strike as Eríon began to laugh -" the light....the light?!, you think the light could save me? I have been living all this time avoiding the light, it has forsaken me just becuase of what I have become, No, the light could not save me, and it never will, but I follow another path, a power that I wield, It is no better or worse than your light, it is not stronger or weaker, but it has never abandoned me, you see, this power will protect me regardless of what I may become, and it will protect me now"- The paladins holding Eríon were suddenly grabbed by shadowy tendril eminating from the ground, they began to suffocate and eventually perished, Eríon stood up and grabbed his blade, the paladin being too afraid to react only looked at his former comrades corpses lying behind, Eríon then grabbed him by the armor and raised his sword as he said -"only the dark..can save you now"- he striked tha man and left the body to dry itself of blood in the cold floor, Eríon decided to leave his bloodied sword impaled upon the man's body to leave a message to any followers of the light that crossed that place, What is the light.....Without the Dark?
Months after the defeat of the Lich King, Eríon had finally completed his task like the rest of the knights of the ebon blade, the thing was that Eríon did not feel freed or acomplished, he had the idea that Death knights of the ebon blade would have no use for the alliance anymore. With this idea Eríon sought to find use for himself, as long as he would slave for the people of the alliance he would survive, once he had no use they would eventually come, that is why he never stopped serving.
For months Eríon worked as a mercenary mostly, but he did not ask for money, no, he would need a place to stay for the night and if he felt like it some food, although he did not have the need for food it reminded him of a time where he did not fear to be discarded. One day he was contracted by a human noble, he wished for him to go travel to the Tristfal glades in order to destroy a forsaken encampment that seemed to be faraway from the main city, this made it very easy to attack with reinforcments coming too late or none at all. Eríon saw it as an easy task and quickly accepted the offer. The nobel had offered him a room for the night as he would head out the next morning, as Eríon changed out from his armor he sat on the table, just waiting for the next morning, at that time he started to remember the times when he was alive.
An extraordinary warrior, at the age of 22 this man was fighting with the skills of a Veteran and the physical aptitude of a young man, he was leading a small group of men against the scourge. They were unstoppable, killing scourge minions by the hundred this group quickly became highly respected, but as strong as it was tragedy befell it. A night after a battle in the eastern plaguelands Eríon was celebrating their hard won victory, he approached his comrade and trusted friend Morrel, this man had fought with Eríon for quite some time now and the trust between them was unbreakable, they were walking outside the camp getting farther away from the celebration talking about what they would do after the war, the man had told him that he wished to open a shop in Stormwind, and that he would leave his armor behind, as Eríon looked comforted he told the man -"I think i'll keep fighting, it's the only thing i've known, although I wish someday maybe in a distant future the need to fight would stop and i will be able too..."- Eríon suddenlt felt cold, he couldn't move and not a single word could leave his mouth, he saw a dagger piercing his chest, and holding it, was his friend Morrel, he seemed scared and sad, as if he did not know what had happened, Eríon could not hate his friend despite this as he fell to the ground killed by his own comrades....
Some time after still unknown to Eríon he woke up as a Death knight although he had no will and he did not mind, or even think about his past, he was only there to serve, when he killed so many inocents he did not mind, he did not care for the blood of the civilians but the sounds of their screams made him feel right for some reason, he was not himself and he did not know it. Finally the knights were freed, he remembered his past, regained his will but still he did not care for what he had done the the feelings of destruction would still be with him for the rest of his days.
The morning had finally come, Eríon grabbed his armor and weapons, he head to the tristfal glades to do the job he was hired for, it seemed easy enough so he took no delay on preparations. He finally arrived at the location of the forsaken camp, but to his surprise there was no one there, he seemed confused, why would somebody send him to an empty place and pay him for it? Suddenly 5 men came out of the shadows, leading them was the noble that had contracted him, he presented himself with another name "Dorius" as they slowley approched to him Dorius talked to him in an calm tone -"Hello Eríon, you must be confused, let me explain myself"- he sent his men to surround Eríon -"I am Dorius, I lead a small group of Paladins against the undead, you see, the alliance should have never let your kind, you monsters into our city, and that is why we have led you here so that we may correct the mistakes of our king"-, Eríon drew his blades and aggresivly talked to the paladin -"Don't you see I am only an ally, I care not to harm you or the rest of your kind"- The paladins had all drawn their weapons -" we're no fools Eríon, we know what you death knights can do, and we will not take the risk of letting you rampage our city and hurt innocents, that is why we will purge you and your kind"- All the paladins attacked Eríon, the battle took place for many hours, Eríon would not so easily give up, the only thing he wanted to do is survive and he would not die just yet, with his blades he managed to take down two of the Paladins, but the remaining three managed to overpower him, two of them held Eríon up as he was beaten up and weakened from the fight, Dorius Approached slowly to the him and said -"you see Eríon, good will always prevail, the light has given me the strength to destroy you, only thing you wished for was to survive, the problem...Only the light can save you now"- The paladin rose his sword preparing to strike as Eríon began to laugh -" the light....the light?!, you think the light could save me? I have been living all this time avoiding the light, it has forsaken me just becuase of what I have become, No, the light could not save me, and it never will, but I follow another path, a power that I wield, It is no better or worse than your light, it is not stronger or weaker, but it has never abandoned me, you see, this power will protect me regardless of what I may become, and it will protect me now"- The paladins holding Eríon were suddenly grabbed by shadowy tendril eminating from the ground, they began to suffocate and eventually perished, Eríon stood up and grabbed his blade, the paladin being too afraid to react only looked at his former comrades corpses lying behind, Eríon then grabbed him by the armor and raised his sword as he said -"only the dark..can save you now"- he striked tha man and left the body to dry itself of blood in the cold floor, Eríon decided to leave his bloodied sword impaled upon the man's body to leave a message to any followers of the light that crossed that place, What is the light.....Without the Dark?