Post by degari on May 20, 2006 18:38:15 GMT -5
My corny backstory. 
I'll probably add to it soon.
The Barrens were cool that night, a soft breeze blowing in from the forests of Ashenvale. The group of men and children casually strolled along the Northern Gold Road, lead by Jun’Taka and his son, Degari.
“Hey dad. Where are we going, again?” asked Degari as he yanked at Jun’Taka’s sleeve.
Jun’Taka’s best friend Degar jogged slowly foward, saying, “To the Mor’shan Rampart, home of the Horde’s finest warriors.” Degar flexed his muscles, and said, “With me as one of them ”
Jun’Taka laughed, and said, “Comon, Dega’. Don’t be fillin’ da child’s head wit’ lies,” Jun’Taka pointed to some trees in the distance, “Those trees be da’ sign of da’ Barrens and Ashenvale border, kids. We’re almost there ”
The orphans and their wards traveling with them cheered. Several of the small orphans started playfighting. “I’ll be Thrall, and you be an evil elf ”
The two friend chuckled, and began reminiscing if their glory days as warriors. Degari listened in as he played with his pet piglet, Mr. Wiggles.
The entered a clearing, and saw the towers and walls that served as the Barrens and Ashenvale border. Many of the children cheered, while the younger and more timid ones looked frightened, scared from the eerie calls from the dark of Ashenvale.
“Hey, look Some more of the kids ” shouted one of the guards to his buddies. Cheers erupted from the guards, who had loved Children’s Week since it began. Many of the guards knew the children by name, and led them into the barracks for treats.
Jun’Taka began talking with one of his old friends who served at the Rampart. Degari chased Mr. Wiggles over into the woods, beyond the peasants and lumberjacks who were near the walls. He followed the path for several minutes, until he realize that he was no longer on the path.
“Hey, where am I?” said Degari, filled with fright. The trees around him seemed to make horrid faces and contorted poses. Then, he saw an orc running from the other direction, toward himself.
“Hey, mister. Where ya goin’?” said Degari as he ran up to the orc. As he closed in, he saw that the orc was covered in blood and had many wounds all over his body.
“Kid, we have to move ” The orc called as he grabbed Degari by the hand, “The elves... They’re coming ” Degari was dragged along the pathways at lightning speed, scared that his clothes would be burned away from the skidding. As he looked back, he saw several elves chasing behind, swords drawn and gaining.
“Mraaaawr!” yelled Degari to the pursuing elves.
The orc and Degari made it behind the walls, elves still on their tail. The orc was panting, too tired to tell the guards. However, Degari pointed out to his father that there were elves closing in.
“They’re attacking!” cried Jun’Taka, as he warned the guards. Chaos spread like wildfire. The guards completely stopped what they were doing and grabbed there weapons. Children were screaming, some crying as they heard that they would be attacked. Within a minute, all the guards were at the post, and all of the children were being lead away by Degar to a fortified bunker nearby.
“Where are we going?” asked many of the children as Degar hushed them into the bunker.
“Don’t worry, kids. Everything will be alright. Just stay quiet...” As the children sat down, they heard calls and screams from the Rampart and sounds of batttle. These sounds continued for hours. By the time they had dimmed down, all the children were asleep.
“Wake up! Wake up!” called Degar to all the sleeping children. Degari rubbed his eyes, and stood up, along with the other children. He looked to the ground where he Mr. Wiggles nibbling on some hay.
“Uncle Degar, where are we going?” said Degari as him and the other children were lead back to the Rampart.
The children saw many dead and wounded, lying along the ground. Shamans, druids, and several priests were doing their best to heal the wounded, while others were praying for the deceased.
Degari was scared, as he could not see his father walking around. “Degar! Wheres dad?”
Degar looked anxious.”Ummm... I’m not sure... Ask a guard.”
After over ten minutes of asking, and no feasible response, Degari stumbled upon a torn, ripped up warrior who he recognized as Jun’Taka.
“DAD!!! What happened??”
Degari reached out to hold his father, but was pushed away, Jun’Taka groaned, and said, “Son... This is my last day with you..”
Tears rolled down Degari’s cheeks. “Why, dad...Why?”
Jun’Taka moaned in pain. More blood flowed from his wounds. “This is the glory of a warrior. Dying on the battlefield, knowing you died for something righteous...” Jun’Taka weakly smiled at his son, then grimaced in pain. “Someday, you will make a great warrior, Degari. Degarwill watch over you. He will train you..”
Degari began sobbing. “Don’t leave me dad! Stay!”
Jun’Taka laughed and reached out to hold his son. “No worries, my boy. As you grow, you will learn that death is not the end, but the beginning. I am with the Earthmother now..” Jun’Taka wrapped his arms around his son. Degari hugged him as hard as he could, sobbing all the while.
“Goodbye, my son..”
I'll probably add to it soon.The Barrens were cool that night, a soft breeze blowing in from the forests of Ashenvale. The group of men and children casually strolled along the Northern Gold Road, lead by Jun’Taka and his son, Degari.
“Hey dad. Where are we going, again?” asked Degari as he yanked at Jun’Taka’s sleeve.
Jun’Taka’s best friend Degar jogged slowly foward, saying, “To the Mor’shan Rampart, home of the Horde’s finest warriors.” Degar flexed his muscles, and said, “With me as one of them ”
Jun’Taka laughed, and said, “Comon, Dega’. Don’t be fillin’ da child’s head wit’ lies,” Jun’Taka pointed to some trees in the distance, “Those trees be da’ sign of da’ Barrens and Ashenvale border, kids. We’re almost there ”
The orphans and their wards traveling with them cheered. Several of the small orphans started playfighting. “I’ll be Thrall, and you be an evil elf ”
The two friend chuckled, and began reminiscing if their glory days as warriors. Degari listened in as he played with his pet piglet, Mr. Wiggles.
The entered a clearing, and saw the towers and walls that served as the Barrens and Ashenvale border. Many of the children cheered, while the younger and more timid ones looked frightened, scared from the eerie calls from the dark of Ashenvale.
“Hey, look Some more of the kids ” shouted one of the guards to his buddies. Cheers erupted from the guards, who had loved Children’s Week since it began. Many of the guards knew the children by name, and led them into the barracks for treats.
Jun’Taka began talking with one of his old friends who served at the Rampart. Degari chased Mr. Wiggles over into the woods, beyond the peasants and lumberjacks who were near the walls. He followed the path for several minutes, until he realize that he was no longer on the path.
“Hey, where am I?” said Degari, filled with fright. The trees around him seemed to make horrid faces and contorted poses. Then, he saw an orc running from the other direction, toward himself.
“Hey, mister. Where ya goin’?” said Degari as he ran up to the orc. As he closed in, he saw that the orc was covered in blood and had many wounds all over his body.
“Kid, we have to move ” The orc called as he grabbed Degari by the hand, “The elves... They’re coming ” Degari was dragged along the pathways at lightning speed, scared that his clothes would be burned away from the skidding. As he looked back, he saw several elves chasing behind, swords drawn and gaining.
“Mraaaawr!” yelled Degari to the pursuing elves.
The orc and Degari made it behind the walls, elves still on their tail. The orc was panting, too tired to tell the guards. However, Degari pointed out to his father that there were elves closing in.
“They’re attacking!” cried Jun’Taka, as he warned the guards. Chaos spread like wildfire. The guards completely stopped what they were doing and grabbed there weapons. Children were screaming, some crying as they heard that they would be attacked. Within a minute, all the guards were at the post, and all of the children were being lead away by Degar to a fortified bunker nearby.
“Where are we going?” asked many of the children as Degar hushed them into the bunker.
“Don’t worry, kids. Everything will be alright. Just stay quiet...” As the children sat down, they heard calls and screams from the Rampart and sounds of batttle. These sounds continued for hours. By the time they had dimmed down, all the children were asleep.
“Wake up! Wake up!” called Degar to all the sleeping children. Degari rubbed his eyes, and stood up, along with the other children. He looked to the ground where he Mr. Wiggles nibbling on some hay.
“Uncle Degar, where are we going?” said Degari as him and the other children were lead back to the Rampart.
The children saw many dead and wounded, lying along the ground. Shamans, druids, and several priests were doing their best to heal the wounded, while others were praying for the deceased.
Degari was scared, as he could not see his father walking around. “Degar! Wheres dad?”
Degar looked anxious.”Ummm... I’m not sure... Ask a guard.”
After over ten minutes of asking, and no feasible response, Degari stumbled upon a torn, ripped up warrior who he recognized as Jun’Taka.
“DAD!!! What happened??”
Degari reached out to hold his father, but was pushed away, Jun’Taka groaned, and said, “Son... This is my last day with you..”
Tears rolled down Degari’s cheeks. “Why, dad...Why?”
Jun’Taka moaned in pain. More blood flowed from his wounds. “This is the glory of a warrior. Dying on the battlefield, knowing you died for something righteous...” Jun’Taka weakly smiled at his son, then grimaced in pain. “Someday, you will make a great warrior, Degari. Degarwill watch over you. He will train you..”
Degari began sobbing. “Don’t leave me dad! Stay!”
Jun’Taka laughed and reached out to hold his son. “No worries, my boy. As you grow, you will learn that death is not the end, but the beginning. I am with the Earthmother now..” Jun’Taka wrapped his arms around his son. Degari hugged him as hard as he could, sobbing all the while.
“Goodbye, my son..”