Post by nalaera on Dec 24, 2005 1:10:54 GMT -5
I am Nalaera Lethaue, born in the depths of Ironforge. A gnome by birth, a mage by choice, and a Defender by grace.
I was born in the heat of the forge, which might explain my love of the ore, but we'll get to that later. My mother was a mage, as am I. As I grew older, I watched my mother day by day, learning the hand motions, repeating the words, and admiring the grace and talent she had for the craft. I decided at the age of 9 to become a mage myself. As I spent hour upon hour studying the tomes of old, I found myself enjoying the thought of controlling the magicks. It was then I learned that magick cannot be controlled, but only channeled through those willing to risk the consumption of such power.
At that time, I decided to leave my home in the forge and stake my own claim in the world. I went to Anvilmar. At Anvilmar, I learned from ancient sages and conquered beguiling trolls. It was in this great city, Anvilmar, that I found my love for the earth. I mined the earth until there was nothing left to mine. I engineered bombs and guns out of nothing but copper and linen. I taught myself that a trade was just as important as having my spells to cast. And so, I took up the trades of mining and engineering as my two lots in life. I visited the miners guild and the engineers in Ironforge, hoping to learn more as the days went past. When I realized there was nothing left to learn, I went back to my studies as a mage. As I learned from these more experience mages, my travels led me to the wonderful city of Kharanos. It was there that I finally learned the fate of our good Gnomeregan and swore that one day, I would be part of the forces that took our great city back from the depspicable Troggs.
After Kharanos, I was led to a beautiful, but war-torn, countryside known as Thelsamar. I cast my spells on bears, spiders, and every kobold I could find until it was my time to move on.
From Thelsamar, I went to the great plains known as Westfall in the Common tongue. I staked down my tent as I approached the outpost, Sentinel Hill. There I was given my first quests to repel the Defias. As I went about, killing and being beaten, I met a wonderful friend by the name of Emizael Lealithor. Emizael told me tales of the great wonders of the world outside of Westfall and the Loch Modan, and I vowed to myself that one day, I shall join the ranks of those like he and fight the good fight... the fight for valor, honor, and glory.
I have now moved my humble abode to the Menethil Harbor. That is where I now find myself questing about. As such a youngling, I often find many that can best me. I prepare myself for the days when I may prove myself to the Alliance and join the army to fight the Horde. I am a Defender, a Defender of Valor.
I was born in the heat of the forge, which might explain my love of the ore, but we'll get to that later. My mother was a mage, as am I. As I grew older, I watched my mother day by day, learning the hand motions, repeating the words, and admiring the grace and talent she had for the craft. I decided at the age of 9 to become a mage myself. As I spent hour upon hour studying the tomes of old, I found myself enjoying the thought of controlling the magicks. It was then I learned that magick cannot be controlled, but only channeled through those willing to risk the consumption of such power.
At that time, I decided to leave my home in the forge and stake my own claim in the world. I went to Anvilmar. At Anvilmar, I learned from ancient sages and conquered beguiling trolls. It was in this great city, Anvilmar, that I found my love for the earth. I mined the earth until there was nothing left to mine. I engineered bombs and guns out of nothing but copper and linen. I taught myself that a trade was just as important as having my spells to cast. And so, I took up the trades of mining and engineering as my two lots in life. I visited the miners guild and the engineers in Ironforge, hoping to learn more as the days went past. When I realized there was nothing left to learn, I went back to my studies as a mage. As I learned from these more experience mages, my travels led me to the wonderful city of Kharanos. It was there that I finally learned the fate of our good Gnomeregan and swore that one day, I would be part of the forces that took our great city back from the depspicable Troggs.
After Kharanos, I was led to a beautiful, but war-torn, countryside known as Thelsamar. I cast my spells on bears, spiders, and every kobold I could find until it was my time to move on.
From Thelsamar, I went to the great plains known as Westfall in the Common tongue. I staked down my tent as I approached the outpost, Sentinel Hill. There I was given my first quests to repel the Defias. As I went about, killing and being beaten, I met a wonderful friend by the name of Emizael Lealithor. Emizael told me tales of the great wonders of the world outside of Westfall and the Loch Modan, and I vowed to myself that one day, I shall join the ranks of those like he and fight the good fight... the fight for valor, honor, and glory.
I have now moved my humble abode to the Menethil Harbor. That is where I now find myself questing about. As such a youngling, I often find many that can best me. I prepare myself for the days when I may prove myself to the Alliance and join the army to fight the Horde. I am a Defender, a Defender of Valor.
