Druids of the Flame - Darkrim's Tale
Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 3:06 pm
((Ok, so basically I ran into this fun RP guild that's called Druids of the Flame on the PTR after becoming friends with one of the members. They're kind of evil druids that obey Ragnaros.. I think, I'm going to find out the full story later today. Now I"m going to make a worgen druid to join, and lying in bed I finally made up a true backstory. Here it is, and feel free to tell me if something's wrong/whatever.
Also, yes, of course I will be writing more after all it says "Part 1" ))
He was no fighter, just a mere citizen, but Darkrim felt he should be out there as well, giving his life if necessary to protect the city he had lived in all his life. But would he be worth it? Would he even bring down one worgen before he fell? And even if he did survive, would he really be of help, or would he just be getting in the way? Darkrim sighed, standing up. Well, if he did decide to fight, he'd better be ready. And anyways, if the guards lost this part of town, they would likely intrude into his house and kill him. Might as well leave now, before he was cornered.
Darkrim was loading his gun when a particular loud *BANG* and a shout of surprise and terror brought him to his door in a snap. Peeking out, he saw something he never dared believe. A worgen lay on the floor, dead. Nothing unsual about that. It was the fact that the worgen was wearing a tophat and typical Gilnean clothes.
Darkrim closed the door, taking a deep breath, and tried to figure it out. Pretty soon though, he was called out of his shocked thoughts by a knock at the door. Opening it cautiously, Darkrim was relieved to see a Gilnean soldier at his door instead of one of those nightmare Gilnean beasts. "We're evactuating as soon as possible, get your gun and move to the Military District." the soldier informed him before leaving to give orders to the next house over. Darkrim nodded solemnly and stepped outside, the cold, smoky air chilling him to the bone with fear.
Darkrim glanced around, looking for a straight, safe path to the Military District. Finally spotting one down an alley, where there were no dead worgen or soldiers to step over, with gun in hand Darkrim began to make his way down the dark path. He shouted suddenly with fright as a flock of crows rose in front of him, cawing. Scolding himself for being so nervous, he continued on, seeing the end of the alley up ahead.
Finally emerging from the dark alley, Darkrim sighed in relief. He could see the Military District just up ahead, and- a savage snarl behind him froze Darkrim in place. Turning around, he was greeted by two yellow eyes peering out at him from the alley. With a gulp, Darkrim raised his gun, but before he could shoot, a long clawed hand pulled him back into the alley. ***
Also, yes, of course I will be writing more after all it says "Part 1" ))
Part 1
The smell of smoke wafted through the dark, chilly air and into the house. Shouts and yells could be heard outside, and Jarge Darkrim, just Darkrim to his friends, huddled in his small room, poking the fire nervously. He'd heard about the worgen outbreak, but so far they had been limited to a very strict part of the city. The fact that they were not being contained worried him.He was no fighter, just a mere citizen, but Darkrim felt he should be out there as well, giving his life if necessary to protect the city he had lived in all his life. But would he be worth it? Would he even bring down one worgen before he fell? And even if he did survive, would he really be of help, or would he just be getting in the way? Darkrim sighed, standing up. Well, if he did decide to fight, he'd better be ready. And anyways, if the guards lost this part of town, they would likely intrude into his house and kill him. Might as well leave now, before he was cornered.
Darkrim was loading his gun when a particular loud *BANG* and a shout of surprise and terror brought him to his door in a snap. Peeking out, he saw something he never dared believe. A worgen lay on the floor, dead. Nothing unsual about that. It was the fact that the worgen was wearing a tophat and typical Gilnean clothes.
Darkrim closed the door, taking a deep breath, and tried to figure it out. Pretty soon though, he was called out of his shocked thoughts by a knock at the door. Opening it cautiously, Darkrim was relieved to see a Gilnean soldier at his door instead of one of those nightmare Gilnean beasts. "We're evactuating as soon as possible, get your gun and move to the Military District." the soldier informed him before leaving to give orders to the next house over. Darkrim nodded solemnly and stepped outside, the cold, smoky air chilling him to the bone with fear.
Darkrim glanced around, looking for a straight, safe path to the Military District. Finally spotting one down an alley, where there were no dead worgen or soldiers to step over, with gun in hand Darkrim began to make his way down the dark path. He shouted suddenly with fright as a flock of crows rose in front of him, cawing. Scolding himself for being so nervous, he continued on, seeing the end of the alley up ahead.
Finally emerging from the dark alley, Darkrim sighed in relief. He could see the Military District just up ahead, and- a savage snarl behind him froze Darkrim in place. Turning around, he was greeted by two yellow eyes peering out at him from the alley. With a gulp, Darkrim raised his gun, but before he could shoot, a long clawed hand pulled him back into the alley. ***