Azeroth. Land of beauty and pleasure, far outstripping the lesser lands to
the North save only the country of the Elves for the height of their
culture. Weapons they had almost to be likened in strength to the dwarves.
And courage second to none. This land have I never seen in its day, for
before the time of my birth, it was overrun by the Horde.
Where they came from, none could rightly say; only that they came from another world. And they had. They covenanted with and subjected the enemies of my people, the trolls. Then they brought the horrors from hell; demons and undead. The country was covered with blood, spilled from the veins of commoner and noble alike. No pity was shown either for male or female, young or old. All were slaughtered alike, and in this manner they broke the proud armies of Azeroth. At the last, the survivors fled across the ocean to seek refuge in Lordaeron.
Thence also followed the vanguard of the Horde.
Thus begins my tale. Born of elf and human, my lineage traces from both peoples, and the character of both runs in my veins. Blood has run under the Horde from my family, and it need not surprise you that I despise it, and all that it stands for. I am dedicated to the destruction of the Horde.
And yet, it may surprise you that I bear the singular orcs themselves no ill will. Nay, they themselves have been the unwilling slaves of others that have corrupted them, and once freed, I bear them less bitterness than the trolls, who have ever been the bane of my mother's ancestors. Even the trolls themselves are at this point to be pitied, for their society has suffered in the wreck of the Horde, and the destruction that it brought. No longer do they rush in battle array, proudly defying us; they slink about hoping to avoid the vengeance of an angered people. But enough of them.
My beginning days were spent in a secluded village in Lordaeron, and from the start, my training as a ranger. All the skills of woodcraft are mine, as well as archery and swordplay. I have hunted the orc and troll from the age of fifteen, when my trials began. Each youth from my village is given two trials before being considered an adult. One test, for wisdom; the other for courage. Suffice to say that I passed them both, and took my place in the ranks of the Hunters. Mayhap it is as you expected, numbers of females were present there as well. Mostly they betook themselves to the Scouts, as their lighter figures were more able to blend with their surroundings. Let it not cross your mind that they had no ability to fight...
At the age of eighteen, leaving behind the woods of my people, I joined the ranks of the paladins. And now, four years later, I am again, a ranger. Why you ask? Because it was my chosen path, and one that is necessary for now. Not to say that the skills that I learned while training as a paladin were for naught, indeed, one might consider me a "Holy Ranger", as I incorporate the power of the paladin with the stealth and skill of the ranger. Indeed, this has come to hand many times to the salvation of certain situations...
My name is Danil Braveheart. I am but a simple knight of Lordaeron, having no claim either to family or fame. Indeed, I have no necessity of either. What my arm brings, that I am content with. I have seen nigh unto forty summers come and go, and with it the coming and passing of the Horde.
I have seen the time when mothers would still their infants with the dread of foul creatures in that great body. Undead, orcs, trolls, dragons. But that time has passed, and now there is another that we fear more deadly than the Horde in its day of fame. The Legions of Hell. T'is they which have driven the orcs to the depravity which they have shown. Not that I would excuse them more than that for their dastardly deeds, but one must needs be fair, if he would be a Knight of Lordaeron. But again, we fear more the Legions from the Burning Plain.
Against them now is my sword drawn in combat, and I have found myself fighting beside those whom I fought against not so long ago. I care not, and if truth be told, the wiser heads among the leaders of the Alliance would have shown mercy to them, but were overruled by the fears and hatred of the others. No matter, politics is not what I will be bothered with, but how to strike, and protect.
Indeed, such is my skill.
Let not this tale of ours stay you from the story that now lies beyond...
Where they came from, none could rightly say; only that they came from another world. And they had. They covenanted with and subjected the enemies of my people, the trolls. Then they brought the horrors from hell; demons and undead. The country was covered with blood, spilled from the veins of commoner and noble alike. No pity was shown either for male or female, young or old. All were slaughtered alike, and in this manner they broke the proud armies of Azeroth. At the last, the survivors fled across the ocean to seek refuge in Lordaeron.
Thence also followed the vanguard of the Horde.
Thus begins my tale. Born of elf and human, my lineage traces from both peoples, and the character of both runs in my veins. Blood has run under the Horde from my family, and it need not surprise you that I despise it, and all that it stands for. I am dedicated to the destruction of the Horde.
And yet, it may surprise you that I bear the singular orcs themselves no ill will. Nay, they themselves have been the unwilling slaves of others that have corrupted them, and once freed, I bear them less bitterness than the trolls, who have ever been the bane of my mother's ancestors. Even the trolls themselves are at this point to be pitied, for their society has suffered in the wreck of the Horde, and the destruction that it brought. No longer do they rush in battle array, proudly defying us; they slink about hoping to avoid the vengeance of an angered people. But enough of them.
My beginning days were spent in a secluded village in Lordaeron, and from the start, my training as a ranger. All the skills of woodcraft are mine, as well as archery and swordplay. I have hunted the orc and troll from the age of fifteen, when my trials began. Each youth from my village is given two trials before being considered an adult. One test, for wisdom; the other for courage. Suffice to say that I passed them both, and took my place in the ranks of the Hunters. Mayhap it is as you expected, numbers of females were present there as well. Mostly they betook themselves to the Scouts, as their lighter figures were more able to blend with their surroundings. Let it not cross your mind that they had no ability to fight...
At the age of eighteen, leaving behind the woods of my people, I joined the ranks of the paladins. And now, four years later, I am again, a ranger. Why you ask? Because it was my chosen path, and one that is necessary for now. Not to say that the skills that I learned while training as a paladin were for naught, indeed, one might consider me a "Holy Ranger", as I incorporate the power of the paladin with the stealth and skill of the ranger. Indeed, this has come to hand many times to the salvation of certain situations...
My name is Danil Braveheart. I am but a simple knight of Lordaeron, having no claim either to family or fame. Indeed, I have no necessity of either. What my arm brings, that I am content with. I have seen nigh unto forty summers come and go, and with it the coming and passing of the Horde.
I have seen the time when mothers would still their infants with the dread of foul creatures in that great body. Undead, orcs, trolls, dragons. But that time has passed, and now there is another that we fear more deadly than the Horde in its day of fame. The Legions of Hell. T'is they which have driven the orcs to the depravity which they have shown. Not that I would excuse them more than that for their dastardly deeds, but one must needs be fair, if he would be a Knight of Lordaeron. But again, we fear more the Legions from the Burning Plain.
Against them now is my sword drawn in combat, and I have found myself fighting beside those whom I fought against not so long ago. I care not, and if truth be told, the wiser heads among the leaders of the Alliance would have shown mercy to them, but were overruled by the fears and hatred of the others. No matter, politics is not what I will be bothered with, but how to strike, and protect.
Indeed, such is my skill.
Let not this tale of ours stay you from the story that now lies beyond...
