My 'lock alt hit 80 and will most likely be joining the guild this weekend so I thought some of you might like to read the back story I wrote for him. Enjoy.
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As soon as I materialized on the pad I knew something was wrong. My head was in a fog. Colors seamed oddly dull and even though I was in the desert, in the hot sun, I felt cold. I moved in a haze knowing what I was doing but not really in control. What was I doing? Why did I come here? I need to go to the auction house, I need to pick up a parcel for a friend. This is taking too long, hard to focus. OK, done time to port out of here maybe that will set things right.
It was as if I had been born and destroyed all at the same time. Suddenly it was much too bright, color too vivid. Wait, I’m still here this is Gadgetzan. So much pain, so confused. Who is that speaking to me? What are they saying? Goblins, city guards they are pushing me dragging me. How dare they! I’ll teach them… my, my magic what’s wrong? It’s gone! I have no mana, none at all. Not drained just gone as if I never learned to channel it. The guards are dragging me through a gate. We are out side the city. The wind has picked up the sand stings. I’m blacking out.
It’s cold now but my skin is still burning. There is someone else here, trying to focus my eyes there is a light, no two. Its his eyes I can see them clearly now they are growing, powerful. With a snap of his fingers a fire appears between us, he is a demon, a pit fiend. He speaks in a low deadly voice. “Welcome my friend. Do you know who you are? I don’t think you do.”
“Of course I do my name is Tr…” I try to answer be he cuts across me.
“No you are not that is another man you are no longer him, you are as they say the evil twin.” He smiled at me, which makes me feel even sicker, then continues, “you have been ripped from your own dimension and brought here. It happens more often than you realize but usually its temporary and very few even realize that it has happened. But something bad has happened to you.”
He grinned then paused, he’s enjoying this. “Before the energies that brought you here had a chance to fade you, that is the other you, torn into the fabric of time and space again and that severed your link to your own dimension trapping you here.”
“I have an offer for you” he teased. “Your magic will never return because here its not your magic its his. I can help you. I have magic, magic enough to lend.”
This is bullsh… he cuts across my very thoughts. “Don’t bother to answer I already know. It’s not as if you really have a choice. If you did refuse I would simple eat the pathetic bit of soul you manager to chip away from the real you.”
Suddenly as if I had ported, no faster, I’m at Northshire Abbey again. I feel healthy, I feel whole, I feel… Magic! I have mana again. Its different, dark, cold, it’s the demon’s touch I can feel him. He’s right thought I don’t care. Suddenly I hear his voice again whispering in my ear, echoing my head. “My name is Ter’rag. Don’t forget it, I own you.”
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As soon as I materialized on the pad I knew something was wrong. My head was in a fog. Colors seamed oddly dull and even though I was in the desert, in the hot sun, I felt cold. I moved in a haze knowing what I was doing but not really in control. What was I doing? Why did I come here? I need to go to the auction house, I need to pick up a parcel for a friend. This is taking too long, hard to focus. OK, done time to port out of here maybe that will set things right.
It was as if I had been born and destroyed all at the same time. Suddenly it was much too bright, color too vivid. Wait, I’m still here this is Gadgetzan. So much pain, so confused. Who is that speaking to me? What are they saying? Goblins, city guards they are pushing me dragging me. How dare they! I’ll teach them… my, my magic what’s wrong? It’s gone! I have no mana, none at all. Not drained just gone as if I never learned to channel it. The guards are dragging me through a gate. We are out side the city. The wind has picked up the sand stings. I’m blacking out.
It’s cold now but my skin is still burning. There is someone else here, trying to focus my eyes there is a light, no two. Its his eyes I can see them clearly now they are growing, powerful. With a snap of his fingers a fire appears between us, he is a demon, a pit fiend. He speaks in a low deadly voice. “Welcome my friend. Do you know who you are? I don’t think you do.”
“Of course I do my name is Tr…” I try to answer be he cuts across me.
“No you are not that is another man you are no longer him, you are as they say the evil twin.” He smiled at me, which makes me feel even sicker, then continues, “you have been ripped from your own dimension and brought here. It happens more often than you realize but usually its temporary and very few even realize that it has happened. But something bad has happened to you.”
He grinned then paused, he’s enjoying this. “Before the energies that brought you here had a chance to fade you, that is the other you, torn into the fabric of time and space again and that severed your link to your own dimension trapping you here.”
“I have an offer for you” he teased. “Your magic will never return because here its not your magic its his. I can help you. I have magic, magic enough to lend.”
This is bullsh… he cuts across my very thoughts. “Don’t bother to answer I already know. It’s not as if you really have a choice. If you did refuse I would simple eat the pathetic bit of soul you manager to chip away from the real you.”
Suddenly as if I had ported, no faster, I’m at Northshire Abbey again. I feel healthy, I feel whole, I feel… Magic! I have mana again. Its different, dark, cold, it’s the demon’s touch I can feel him. He’s right thought I don’t care. Suddenly I hear his voice again whispering in my ear, echoing my head. “My name is Ter’rag. Don’t forget it, I own you.”
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