Post by Lilitha on Dec 7, 2006 11:45:14 GMT -5
Name: Lilitha Stormcaller
Age: 20
Race: Orc
Class: Shaman
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Description: ((See me in game =p ))
History:
Lilitha was born a few years after the Second War ended. The Warsong Clan was nomad during this time. She spent her early childhood traveling with them through the forests of old Lordaeron. Eventually the Clan made their way into Altaerac valley where they met their brethren the Frostwolves. When she found out that all these new orcs were from a completely different clan, Lilitha was eager to tell about her adventures through the pink skin’s lands. Searching the camp for the right spot, she found an old log that sat comfortably against a warm camp fire. This was the perfect spot for her, though no one was around to listen.
Hours passed as she sat on the log, occasionally tossing a log on to the fire. When it began to get dark, a middle aged orc came and sat by her and warmed his hands. Lilitha didn’t know who the orc was, nor did she care. She was bursting with information and after introducing herself, all the stories she had flooded out of her mouth. The orc sat and listened with a smile as young
Lilitha stormed around ranting and raving about what had happened in her life. As she did this, excited sparks of lightning began to shoot from her eyes and when she occasionally looked into the fire the flames would burst alive. The orc sat with a slight smile on his face while he listened and watched young Lilitha. After finishing her story she sat down next to the orc again and looked up at him. When she was quiet he told her his story and what he thought of hers. Finally he introduced himself as Thrall, the Warchief of the Horde.
Some time had passed since that night and since then Lilitha had been shadowing Thrall, learning from him the ways of the shaman. The two became close friends as time went on. But as cruel as fate could be, the two were torn apart when the Warsong Clan took a separate boat to Kalimdor. It would be many years before they would see each other again.
Before Lilitha could see Thrall, he dismissed the Warsong Clan and sent them into the forests of Ashenvale. This would be the place that would haunt Lilitha’s memory for the rest of her life. When she stepped foot into the forest, Lilitha felt a strong, dark energy coming from deep within the forest. She was attracted to it at first, but quickly began to fight the urge. Knowing that it meant danger to her family and the entire Warsong Clan, Lilitha quickly began to tell them what she had felt and warned them to stay away. If only they would have heard her pleas, if only they would have listened.
Grom Hellscream, long time chieftain of the Warsong and one of Lilitha’s personal heroes, was the first to succumb to the demonic bloodlust and many clansmen followed pursuit. Summoning up as much courage as she could, she managed to get many of the orcs away before they to became tainted. The refuges of the Warsong Clan became known as the Bloodlust Clan, named after their fallen brethren. Following the path that they had came from, Lilitha led the group into the northern Barrens and hid them away from the world that would do them harm. Several years would pass before they would emerge again. This was well after the end of the Third War and the completed Orgrimmar.
Lilitha finally met her long time friend, though Thrall no longer recognized her. What made him remember was when she began to babble about her journey from Kalimdor, the Warsong Clan and other things that had happened to her. Thrall, in turn, shared his own stories and informed Lilitha of what had happened in her absence. Learning about the new world around her, Lilitha Stormcaller set out again, this time to finish her training as a shaman and to learn about the world around her.
NOTE: Most of the information I have comes from gaming experience with the aid of wowwiki.com. I will let you know when the work is mine.
Age: 20
Race: Orc
Class: Shaman
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Description: ((See me in game =p ))
History:
Lilitha was born a few years after the Second War ended. The Warsong Clan was nomad during this time. She spent her early childhood traveling with them through the forests of old Lordaeron. Eventually the Clan made their way into Altaerac valley where they met their brethren the Frostwolves. When she found out that all these new orcs were from a completely different clan, Lilitha was eager to tell about her adventures through the pink skin’s lands. Searching the camp for the right spot, she found an old log that sat comfortably against a warm camp fire. This was the perfect spot for her, though no one was around to listen.
Hours passed as she sat on the log, occasionally tossing a log on to the fire. When it began to get dark, a middle aged orc came and sat by her and warmed his hands. Lilitha didn’t know who the orc was, nor did she care. She was bursting with information and after introducing herself, all the stories she had flooded out of her mouth. The orc sat and listened with a smile as young
Lilitha stormed around ranting and raving about what had happened in her life. As she did this, excited sparks of lightning began to shoot from her eyes and when she occasionally looked into the fire the flames would burst alive. The orc sat with a slight smile on his face while he listened and watched young Lilitha. After finishing her story she sat down next to the orc again and looked up at him. When she was quiet he told her his story and what he thought of hers. Finally he introduced himself as Thrall, the Warchief of the Horde.
Some time had passed since that night and since then Lilitha had been shadowing Thrall, learning from him the ways of the shaman. The two became close friends as time went on. But as cruel as fate could be, the two were torn apart when the Warsong Clan took a separate boat to Kalimdor. It would be many years before they would see each other again.
Before Lilitha could see Thrall, he dismissed the Warsong Clan and sent them into the forests of Ashenvale. This would be the place that would haunt Lilitha’s memory for the rest of her life. When she stepped foot into the forest, Lilitha felt a strong, dark energy coming from deep within the forest. She was attracted to it at first, but quickly began to fight the urge. Knowing that it meant danger to her family and the entire Warsong Clan, Lilitha quickly began to tell them what she had felt and warned them to stay away. If only they would have heard her pleas, if only they would have listened.
Grom Hellscream, long time chieftain of the Warsong and one of Lilitha’s personal heroes, was the first to succumb to the demonic bloodlust and many clansmen followed pursuit. Summoning up as much courage as she could, she managed to get many of the orcs away before they to became tainted. The refuges of the Warsong Clan became known as the Bloodlust Clan, named after their fallen brethren. Following the path that they had came from, Lilitha led the group into the northern Barrens and hid them away from the world that would do them harm. Several years would pass before they would emerge again. This was well after the end of the Third War and the completed Orgrimmar.
Lilitha finally met her long time friend, though Thrall no longer recognized her. What made him remember was when she began to babble about her journey from Kalimdor, the Warsong Clan and other things that had happened to her. Thrall, in turn, shared his own stories and informed Lilitha of what had happened in her absence. Learning about the new world around her, Lilitha Stormcaller set out again, this time to finish her training as a shaman and to learn about the world around her.
NOTE: Most of the information I have comes from gaming experience with the aid of wowwiki.com. I will let you know when the work is mine.