Post by Markus on May 21, 2007 18:10:30 GMT -5
Once upon a time, there was a humble White Mage by the name of Markus.
Markus was the leader of a strong, demanding guild; Edea's Orphans.
Over the years, Markus grew old, tired and impatient. In an attempt to get away from it all, Markus went to one of his favorite places. Xarcabard. Xarcabard reminded Markus of his home land. The land he lived on before he mysteriously appeared in Windurst that cold day in December... Mysterious indeed, he faintly remembered being drawn into a dark black hole...
As Markus was taking in the fresh, cold Xarcabard air... He saw something in the distance. "Could this be? Another portal? Is this my escape or a portal to my death... What about the Orphans... Yea, what about the Orphans... Better off without me", he thought. In a rage of anger and self pity, Markus hurled himself into the portal...
Markus appeared on top of a mountain, surrounded in red mist. He was completely nude and unaware of his surroundings. Laying next to him was a green tabard and a mace.
Could this be? Was the mage to put down his wand and pick up this mace? Markus picked up the mace, picked up the tabard and that's when he realized it... Not only was he very very nude... He was very very hairy!! Markus panicked, he looked into the end of the shiny silver mace... Who was this monster staring back at him! "Is this me??!!" He asked himself. "What have I done!?! What have I become!?!" He roared in a thundering voice. The sound of his own voice almost caused him to stumble off the mountain...
Markus let out a howling roar
and the face of Rage appeared before him and spoke.
His voice was deep and echoed throughout the red mist covered mountains... Markus, having faced many beasts from Imps to Mandragoras and Genbu to Kirin, stood his ground. Never showing fear, even though his bones were rattling...
"The tales of Orphans, there adventures and hardships are known througout Azeroth... There strength, loyalty, friendships and sheer determination are the cause for your summoning... Azeroth... Azeroth is in great peril and awaits a new breed of Heros...
"Markus!!" His voice boomed. "You were summoned here, in Azeroth, for a reason. Over time, more Orphans will come through the portal. A new leader will be named and you, yes you Markus, White Mage from Windurst of Vanadiel, will take up arms and fight in the front lines... Your time here in Azeroth will be spent slaying many a beast! Many Alliance foes will fall to the butt of your mace! Many difficult tasks lie ahead. Now go! Go forth Warrior of Azeroth! He, has who skin thicker then Vanadiels God of Earth. FOR THE HORDE!!!"
Markus left the mountain. Alone, in a strange new world. He wandered off aimlessly until he came across... The most beautiful thing that this hairy beast had ever seen...
Just getting started...
EDIT: 2 spelling mistakes in the before last pic... bah ><
Markus was the leader of a strong, demanding guild; Edea's Orphans.
Over the years, Markus grew old, tired and impatient. In an attempt to get away from it all, Markus went to one of his favorite places. Xarcabard. Xarcabard reminded Markus of his home land. The land he lived on before he mysteriously appeared in Windurst that cold day in December... Mysterious indeed, he faintly remembered being drawn into a dark black hole...
As Markus was taking in the fresh, cold Xarcabard air... He saw something in the distance. "Could this be? Another portal? Is this my escape or a portal to my death... What about the Orphans... Yea, what about the Orphans... Better off without me", he thought. In a rage of anger and self pity, Markus hurled himself into the portal...
Markus appeared on top of a mountain, surrounded in red mist. He was completely nude and unaware of his surroundings. Laying next to him was a green tabard and a mace.
Could this be? Was the mage to put down his wand and pick up this mace? Markus picked up the mace, picked up the tabard and that's when he realized it... Not only was he very very nude... He was very very hairy!! Markus panicked, he looked into the end of the shiny silver mace... Who was this monster staring back at him! "Is this me??!!" He asked himself. "What have I done!?! What have I become!?!" He roared in a thundering voice. The sound of his own voice almost caused him to stumble off the mountain...
Markus let out a howling roar
and the face of Rage appeared before him and spoke.
His voice was deep and echoed throughout the red mist covered mountains... Markus, having faced many beasts from Imps to Mandragoras and Genbu to Kirin, stood his ground. Never showing fear, even though his bones were rattling...
"The tales of Orphans, there adventures and hardships are known througout Azeroth... There strength, loyalty, friendships and sheer determination are the cause for your summoning... Azeroth... Azeroth is in great peril and awaits a new breed of Heros...
"Markus!!" His voice boomed. "You were summoned here, in Azeroth, for a reason. Over time, more Orphans will come through the portal. A new leader will be named and you, yes you Markus, White Mage from Windurst of Vanadiel, will take up arms and fight in the front lines... Your time here in Azeroth will be spent slaying many a beast! Many Alliance foes will fall to the butt of your mace! Many difficult tasks lie ahead. Now go! Go forth Warrior of Azeroth! He, has who skin thicker then Vanadiels God of Earth. FOR THE HORDE!!!"
Markus left the mountain. Alone, in a strange new world. He wandered off aimlessly until he came across... The most beautiful thing that this hairy beast had ever seen...
Just getting started...
EDIT: 2 spelling mistakes in the before last pic... bah ><
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