Swiftsmith
02-26-2006, 09:58 PM
<div></div><div align="left">I am Oric, a Barbarian Paladin of my eighth season. I would hail of my clan name...but alas, I do not remember it. I am lost and this is my tale.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">My life has begun anew, my mate, my clan and even the region of Everfrost I hail from are but a fog to my humble intellect. All I remember was the terrible battle in my village that I barely</div><div align="left">survived. I shall try to recall that battle as best I can, but my mind was torn asunder...shattered like the Luclin Moon, by terrible evil magic and grief.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">They came in the night...an army of dragons, orcs and an evil Mage..."He Who Has No Name"...who commanded this visage from Hell !!! The battle began in the midst of a heavy blizzard from the North...the dragons, using the cover of the thick clouds and blowing snow swept down upon our village from the East, followed by the Orc Army...so vast it seemed that their ranks would never end. Fire rained down upon our sleeping clan...we had been celebrating the coming of age of more than 50 of our finest children...that perhaps had been our undoing. The fireballs struck our lodges with such force, bodies were thrown into the air like dried leaves in an autumn wind. The firestorm was brief, but fierce...our Clan Elders and Warriors were caught off guard from sleep and the drunken stupor of too many ales.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I remember I was in my humble lodge with my betrothed, fast asleep when the battle began. We stumbled into the cold outside to witness a scene that is a literal nightmare! I bode my mate...a High elfin beauty to make haste to the "Lodge of the Younglings" to try to get them to safety while I joined the Clan Elders and the few remaining Warriors to try to stave off the</div><div align="left">waves of Orcs...the newest and youngest of our Warriors, those who had come of age that very night were charged to protect the children along with my mate and take them to the relative safety of one of our clan's deepest ice caves. Great Swords, axes, hammers slashed and smashed relentlessly against the Orcs, but to no avail...then all went black against that backdrop of white and red...blood red...our blood!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I awoke to the screaming of the children...I could not move, my spine shattered by an Orc Great Battle Hammer. I cannot tell you what they did to the children...it is too terrible to recount</div><div align="left">and I fear that I will go insane if I try...I did not believe such EVIL could be done to innocents!!! I do remember that Mage...he had my mate captive, we were two left alive from a clan of 300 !!!</div><div align="left">She was unconscious and in chains, I but a broken Barbarian unable to move or fight. I begged that Mage that he take my life in exchange for my mate...he just laughed. I begged him to kill me, again...just more evil laughter!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><em>"You stupid fool!" </em>he said. <em>"I must leave someone alive to warn others what shall happen to those who defy Lucan D'lere !" he shouted. Just then I blacked out.</em></div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em>How I came to be on the "Queen's Isle" is a total mystery to me. I have taken a Blood Oath to defend Qeynos and seek out that evil Mage and Lucan D'lere and smash their bones to dust and cast it to the Winds of Hell !!!</em></div>