Post by faroth on Mar 31, 2009 13:34:50 GMT -5
Someone on the RP forum was asking for ideas for a death knight backstory. His dwarf idea was to have a Dark Iron, but wasn't sure how to go about developing it. I took about 10 minutes to put this together on the fly, but I sort of like it....this character might need more future development.
Draken Ironus served his emperor with great passion, carrying out his missions with ruthless accuracy. Whether it was a simple message delivery, assassination, or espionage of the damned mountain dwarves and their allies, Draken was only too happy to serve the Dark Iron Nation. He knew his deeds would grant him favor with the emperor and eventually the Fire Lord, Ragnaros. After the bumbling of the destruction of the dam in Loch Modan and the assassination of their Emperor, the Dark Irons had fallen under leadership of Empress Bronzebeard.
Draken had been impressed by her steel-like nerves and her iron clad will, but in the following months, he had noticed a change in the empress. She seemed to be considering the opening of negotiations of peace with the Wildhammer and Ironforge clans. While he understood her father ruled Ironforge, he knew any attempt to renew ties to their cousins would end in nothing but disaster. He was intent on proving they couldn't be trusted when he accepted to escourt their first envoy to Ironforge.
And all had gone wrong...
As they had traveled north to Loch Modan from the Badlands, the weather had turned horrible. Pounding rain slowed their travel until they arrived at the village of Thelsamar where they intended to take a gryphon to Ironforge. They were fortunately expected, or they would have been killed on sight. Instead, they merely suffered the glares and curses of the dwarves of the town. However, one had truly disturbed Draken, staring at him from across the tavern with grayed skin and sunken eyes. Nobody had seemed to notice but him, and when he approached, it was too late. The dwarf lunged at Draken, actually biting him. It took a few moments before the sickened dwarf was subdued and later killed.
The journey to Ironforge was taken by the envoy alone. Draken, cursing his luck, set out for the Plaguelands, and Light's Hope Chapel. Despite what he thought of their foolish beliefs, the paladins of the Argent Dawn were best suited to handle the plague surely beginning to wear at his body. He was sure they would be the only ones able to cure his ailment. He drove his gryphon to its death getting to South Shore before stealing a horse and riding it relentlessly towards the lonely chapel in the lands of death.
He saw it in the distance shortly before the horse collapsed. But this close, he could make it on foot.
Or so he had thought. He remembered leaning against a tree as his breath weezed in his chest. A few stubborn steps took him towards his goal before he fell to his knee.
"We've been expecting you, Draken Ironus," he heard a voice say, echoing within his mind. "Draken the Dire. You will serve the Lich King well."
There in the Plaguelands, within view of Light's Hope Chapel, Draken Ironus, Dark Iron Dwarf of Blackrock Depths, servant to Empress Bronzebeard of the Dark Iron Nation, ceased to be.
Draken Ironus served his emperor with great passion, carrying out his missions with ruthless accuracy. Whether it was a simple message delivery, assassination, or espionage of the damned mountain dwarves and their allies, Draken was only too happy to serve the Dark Iron Nation. He knew his deeds would grant him favor with the emperor and eventually the Fire Lord, Ragnaros. After the bumbling of the destruction of the dam in Loch Modan and the assassination of their Emperor, the Dark Irons had fallen under leadership of Empress Bronzebeard.
Draken had been impressed by her steel-like nerves and her iron clad will, but in the following months, he had noticed a change in the empress. She seemed to be considering the opening of negotiations of peace with the Wildhammer and Ironforge clans. While he understood her father ruled Ironforge, he knew any attempt to renew ties to their cousins would end in nothing but disaster. He was intent on proving they couldn't be trusted when he accepted to escourt their first envoy to Ironforge.
And all had gone wrong...
As they had traveled north to Loch Modan from the Badlands, the weather had turned horrible. Pounding rain slowed their travel until they arrived at the village of Thelsamar where they intended to take a gryphon to Ironforge. They were fortunately expected, or they would have been killed on sight. Instead, they merely suffered the glares and curses of the dwarves of the town. However, one had truly disturbed Draken, staring at him from across the tavern with grayed skin and sunken eyes. Nobody had seemed to notice but him, and when he approached, it was too late. The dwarf lunged at Draken, actually biting him. It took a few moments before the sickened dwarf was subdued and later killed.
The journey to Ironforge was taken by the envoy alone. Draken, cursing his luck, set out for the Plaguelands, and Light's Hope Chapel. Despite what he thought of their foolish beliefs, the paladins of the Argent Dawn were best suited to handle the plague surely beginning to wear at his body. He was sure they would be the only ones able to cure his ailment. He drove his gryphon to its death getting to South Shore before stealing a horse and riding it relentlessly towards the lonely chapel in the lands of death.
He saw it in the distance shortly before the horse collapsed. But this close, he could make it on foot.
Or so he had thought. He remembered leaning against a tree as his breath weezed in his chest. A few stubborn steps took him towards his goal before he fell to his knee.
"We've been expecting you, Draken Ironus," he heard a voice say, echoing within his mind. "Draken the Dire. You will serve the Lich King well."
There in the Plaguelands, within view of Light's Hope Chapel, Draken Ironus, Dark Iron Dwarf of Blackrock Depths, servant to Empress Bronzebeard of the Dark Iron Nation, ceased to be.