Bullroarer
25-11-04, 04:00 AM
Title: Unlikely Heroes
I am tinkerer. I am a worker of machine. The gears and the metals are my life. Everyday I would meld and weld with the gadgets that were created from my mind. The alloys and elements were colors from a painters kit to me. My tools were nothing more than a painter's brush. People call me insane, but they don't know what lives in my heart. They don't see how the metals are a part of me. My father wanted me to be miner, a black smith or engineer like he was. My mother wanted me to be gryphon rider like she was. I chose my own path. I could not live my entire life beneath a iron mine and I was afraid of heights. My father had told me to leave our home and marry either a goblin or gnome. Even now I still yearn for my family.
I am Dodrick McCall, a highland dwarf. I have no home, I have no family and I have no friends. I wander around the different cities of the mountain city's of Khaz Modan, but mostly I hang around villages. People find me a highly unusual dwarf since I prefer not to drink beer. They find me odd or strange, and I would like to believe it doesn't affect me, but it does. I feel pain in my soul that most of my kind has rejected me. There are many dwarven mechanics in Khaz Modan, I am rejected because I turned my back upon my father. Elves and humans are not closely knit as dwarves. A dwarf seperated from his family was like an outcaste.
Today I am just happy to be resting in a cabin of a kind dwarven grandmother. Her sons, her daughters, and her grandchildren were all slain by the blasted King Arthas. She let me stay at her home and work upon my machines. In return I collected wild herbs, did her chores and farmed her field for her. She reminded me of my own grandmother at my father's home. I always feel like crying when I think about them. I was very grateful for what she did for me. When no others would take me in, she helped the unwanted stray.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" I hear a scream come from outside. It was the old granny. I grabbed my gadgets and bolted out of bed. Fear began to pour through me, the same fear I felt during the third great war of Azeroth. I launched my body at full force at one of the windows. The momentum carries me and smash, I go right through the glass. I looked around to see a fire in the distance.
I rush through the dimness of the early morning and to my horror I see the old woman's body splayed out in death. Over her body was a giant demonic creature. It had great bat-like wings and fangs like those of a wolf. Its eyes were bloodred and he wore the armor of the Scourge. I had never in my life seen something so disgusting. I hid behind one of the trees and watched him feeding. I picked my rifle out of my bag gadgets. It was a special type of rifle that was much larger than a normal one. I had put it together with a rocket launcher. There was one over-sized rocket hiding in the barrel of that that large rife. I would only have one shot.
I turned around to see that there were thre other creatures beside the demon. I was so amazed by the demon I never saw the other three. Two were big and looked a bit like humans. They had armor instead of skin. Their bodies were half rotten with maggots crawling all around. I never seen something so horrible in my life. The other was sort of like an elvin woman, but she floated in air. She did not seem to have any legs. I could kill one, but not all. The big demon spoke, "Bah, Dwarves. Such small meals. Ah well there will be plenty of souls in Kalimidor."
"This country has a strong army. We should join the rest of our forces on the elvin continent. Look at us, an army of two hundred, reduced to four. Some Dread Lord you are, Onacles." The floating elf said.
"Kalimidor maybe a wise place to go." The demon ignored her and picked scroll out of his cloak. A blinding flash of light appeared and they were all gone. I knew who slayed the old woman. Onacles was on Kalimidor and there I would go.
Okay what do you guys think of Dodrick. Oh and Alar, I can't wait to see your character and chapter.
I am tinkerer. I am a worker of machine. The gears and the metals are my life. Everyday I would meld and weld with the gadgets that were created from my mind. The alloys and elements were colors from a painters kit to me. My tools were nothing more than a painter's brush. People call me insane, but they don't know what lives in my heart. They don't see how the metals are a part of me. My father wanted me to be miner, a black smith or engineer like he was. My mother wanted me to be gryphon rider like she was. I chose my own path. I could not live my entire life beneath a iron mine and I was afraid of heights. My father had told me to leave our home and marry either a goblin or gnome. Even now I still yearn for my family.
I am Dodrick McCall, a highland dwarf. I have no home, I have no family and I have no friends. I wander around the different cities of the mountain city's of Khaz Modan, but mostly I hang around villages. People find me a highly unusual dwarf since I prefer not to drink beer. They find me odd or strange, and I would like to believe it doesn't affect me, but it does. I feel pain in my soul that most of my kind has rejected me. There are many dwarven mechanics in Khaz Modan, I am rejected because I turned my back upon my father. Elves and humans are not closely knit as dwarves. A dwarf seperated from his family was like an outcaste.
Today I am just happy to be resting in a cabin of a kind dwarven grandmother. Her sons, her daughters, and her grandchildren were all slain by the blasted King Arthas. She let me stay at her home and work upon my machines. In return I collected wild herbs, did her chores and farmed her field for her. She reminded me of my own grandmother at my father's home. I always feel like crying when I think about them. I was very grateful for what she did for me. When no others would take me in, she helped the unwanted stray.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" I hear a scream come from outside. It was the old granny. I grabbed my gadgets and bolted out of bed. Fear began to pour through me, the same fear I felt during the third great war of Azeroth. I launched my body at full force at one of the windows. The momentum carries me and smash, I go right through the glass. I looked around to see a fire in the distance.
I rush through the dimness of the early morning and to my horror I see the old woman's body splayed out in death. Over her body was a giant demonic creature. It had great bat-like wings and fangs like those of a wolf. Its eyes were bloodred and he wore the armor of the Scourge. I had never in my life seen something so disgusting. I hid behind one of the trees and watched him feeding. I picked my rifle out of my bag gadgets. It was a special type of rifle that was much larger than a normal one. I had put it together with a rocket launcher. There was one over-sized rocket hiding in the barrel of that that large rife. I would only have one shot.
I turned around to see that there were thre other creatures beside the demon. I was so amazed by the demon I never saw the other three. Two were big and looked a bit like humans. They had armor instead of skin. Their bodies were half rotten with maggots crawling all around. I never seen something so horrible in my life. The other was sort of like an elvin woman, but she floated in air. She did not seem to have any legs. I could kill one, but not all. The big demon spoke, "Bah, Dwarves. Such small meals. Ah well there will be plenty of souls in Kalimidor."
"This country has a strong army. We should join the rest of our forces on the elvin continent. Look at us, an army of two hundred, reduced to four. Some Dread Lord you are, Onacles." The floating elf said.
"Kalimidor maybe a wise place to go." The demon ignored her and picked scroll out of his cloak. A blinding flash of light appeared and they were all gone. I knew who slayed the old woman. Onacles was on Kalimidor and there I would go.
Okay what do you guys think of Dodrick. Oh and Alar, I can't wait to see your character and chapter.