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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kristivas" data-source="post: 2511276" data-attributes="member: 34179">Kristivas, Shield of the AllianceCharacter Name: KristivasRace: HumanClass: WarriorTalent Spec: ProtectionProfessions: Mining/Smithing (axe)Character Goals: Slaughtering Horde, Destroying Evil, Culling large masses of ScourgePlayer Goals: Raiding Backstory..He had come from a family line of great and powerful mages.  Early in his childhood, they all knew that Kristivas would be different.  He was smart, sure.. but not in the scholarly way.  Kristivas knew how to read people.  He could haggle the gnome in the fireworks stand, or barter with the surly Dwarf, Kedge Grimaxe, for his famous Gut-buster ale when the caravans came through Stormwind.  Despite this, Kristivas could not memorize a spell, nor call magic to his mind.  He wanted to, so badly, to impress his Father and keep his love. Sadly, it was not meant to be.  After years of taunting from his brother Dacarian, Kristivas could stand no more.  Rather than letting his brother call him stupid, Kris struck the young mage again and again.  Not with magic, but with his fists.  It took five guards to hold Kris down, and three weeks of Dacarian remaining in the infirmary.  As his sentance, Kristivas was sent to military school. While the mages of his family might have considered military school a punishment, Kristivas fell in like a missing piece to a puzzle.  Weapon drills, combat training, and living like a soldier was a paradise to Kris compared to studying over musty old tomes.  He made many friends and graduated second in his class some years later.  Rather than returning home, he took a post at Northshire Abbey.  Neither he, nor his family, was disappointed at the decision. Kristivas met Marillaj during his time at the abbey.  She was an acolyte, training under the high priest.  Kris was instantly struck with her beauty and when he wasn't hunting kobolds or defias, he was near Marillaj.  She eventually noticed all of the attention this young warrior was giving her and returned it in kind.  The two got together, and considered a longer-term relationship. Eventually, Kristivas was promoted to a post at nearby Goldshire.  He was happy to get a position still so close to the Abbey.  Marillaj and he would meet every evening in the tavern for dinner, and she would return in time for her duties the next morning.  Kris and Mari now intended to get married and spent many nights over the warm fires of the inn planning their future. His first son was going to be named Elric, after a friend who'd died saving him from Defias assassins.... Sadly, such was not in store for Kris.  One eve, after her duties kept her late at the Abbey, Marillaj strolled in the warm summer's evening toward Goldshire when she was blind-sided by the large mallet of steel.  The Tauran warrior had charged as the rest of the raiding party crept in behind him.  They all strolled past as the bull-like head stared down at the woman, who was barely moving on the ground below.  Blood pooled in the dirt as the creature snorted, lifting his plated boot and then slamming it down to end the life of his human prey. Cries rang out in the night as the occupants of the inn emptied into the road with their weapons drawn, Kris among them.  The humans rallied against the attack of Tauren, Orc, Troll, and Forsaken.  It was a bloody battle, and the last thing Kristivas saw was the spiked gauntlet of an Orc, coming at him way too fast.... When Kris awoke the next morning, it was amidst a field of corpses.  His head had been bleeding, it had run into his eyes.  His face felt swollen and sticky, and the pain in his head felt like a well-hammered smithy's anvil.  He dizzily wandered around, looking for survivers.  It was then he found his love. He knelt down beside her, lifting her broken body and holding it tightly to himself as the tears fell.  Anguished screams echoed throughout the forest.  He felt his throat start to burn, and was shaken back to reality as soldiers began trying to pull him away.  Someone was talking to him, but he couldn't hear them.  His throat was still burning and there was such loud screaming.  The last thing he remembered was looking down at the mangled corpse of Marillaj, wishing that whoever was yelling would stop so that he could say good-bye to her. (That's all I got for right now.  Sorry about any spelling/gramatical errors  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /></blockquote>

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