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Pezmin- Posts : 1
Join date : 2009-01-29
The night was pitch, as the exhausted troll female ran through the eerie silence of Eversong woods. She was carrying a newborn child, that she had given birth to, merely 1 hour before. She remembered the savage humans, raiding her camp, killing everyone, men, women, even the children. She remembered her and a small group of others, running away as fast as possible. She remembered going into labour, and having to try and keep quiet, while giving birth in a hollow in a small hillock, after being left behind by the others. And she remembered being devestated that the child was a boy, as she wanted to train an arcanist, a mage, like her, but because this child was a boy, his father would want him to follow in the path of the warrior. But then she remembered, his father was dead...
Suddenly there was an explosion of sound, humans swarmed into the clearing, swords drawn.
"Huh! Just a woman. Kill the scum.", said one of the humans in a language the child's mother could not understand. But she understood clearly enough once one of the humans began walking towards her, sword raised. They hadn't seemed to notice the baby, cradled in between her breasts. She lowered herself down to the ground, and rolled the baby away from the clearing, hidden in the darkness. The human raised his sword. The woman looked up afraid. Just as the sword was beggining to come down, she saw her child being taken away by the panthers of the woods.
"PEZMIN, NO!", she cried, then her head was detatched from her body, and rolled into the darkness.
Then, the human who had ordered the killing said to the executor,"Well done young Prince Arthas, you have done well today."
Pezmin was brought up by the panthers, until a young priest, exploring with her mother came across him. They took him with them and looked after him in their home in Silvermoon City until he was old enough to fend from himself. He always knew what he had wanted to be, he still had aspects of the beasts that brought him up inside him. He wanted to be a hunter, and that is what he became. And to this day, he has vowed to destroy the menacing evils of the Alliance that killed his mother, and with the help of his blood-sister Coldlight, the young priest girl who helped raise him, he shall vanquish them from this earth. And while doing so he shall stay true to his roots, and keep his trollish name, that he still hears, screamed by his mother every night, the name that will be whispered by the lips of the Alliance, Pezmin....
Suddenly there was an explosion of sound, humans swarmed into the clearing, swords drawn.
"Huh! Just a woman. Kill the scum.", said one of the humans in a language the child's mother could not understand. But she understood clearly enough once one of the humans began walking towards her, sword raised. They hadn't seemed to notice the baby, cradled in between her breasts. She lowered herself down to the ground, and rolled the baby away from the clearing, hidden in the darkness. The human raised his sword. The woman looked up afraid. Just as the sword was beggining to come down, she saw her child being taken away by the panthers of the woods.
"PEZMIN, NO!", she cried, then her head was detatched from her body, and rolled into the darkness.
Then, the human who had ordered the killing said to the executor,"Well done young Prince Arthas, you have done well today."
Pezmin was brought up by the panthers, until a young priest, exploring with her mother came across him. They took him with them and looked after him in their home in Silvermoon City until he was old enough to fend from himself. He always knew what he had wanted to be, he still had aspects of the beasts that brought him up inside him. He wanted to be a hunter, and that is what he became. And to this day, he has vowed to destroy the menacing evils of the Alliance that killed his mother, and with the help of his blood-sister Coldlight, the young priest girl who helped raise him, he shall vanquish them from this earth. And while doing so he shall stay true to his roots, and keep his trollish name, that he still hears, screamed by his mother every night, the name that will be whispered by the lips of the Alliance, Pezmin....
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