Any who to the main point... In one of the naming posts I saw a name that captured my interest; Marrok. A Knight of the Round Table gone werewolf. And I thought to myself, "How cool is that!". So as required when I come across something interesting, I researched it extensively. And after much thought I decided that I would make a Worgen Hunter named Marrok. In many ways it fits so well... So I've decided to write his story with inspiration from the legend and the wow universe, should be very interesting to see what comes of it. Hopefully I'll post again in the next few days. But in the mean time I could use some help with the pets I plan to include in the story; I have no clue as to what I want.
So suggestions and names would be awesome... And now I look back on my post and see that its far too long for an introduction...Ok here goes!
A cold wind swept in from the coast, and a light drizzle from above, just like everyday in Gilneas. He woke up and put on his clothes, grabbed his gun, and headed out the door. The man looked up at the sky and smiled, "Another Gilnean day...". This man was surprisingly tall for a human, his frame muscled and tone from years of combat in service to his king. Short black hair led down his sideburns into a messily trimmed beard. His eyes a bright green, spoke of good times and good cheer, the X shaped scar across his face spoke otherwise.This man's name was Marrok Felbane. Sir Marrok had served King Greymane for many years, but now lived the quiet life in a small cottage with his beloved. Marrok wandered out into the wilderness which was as familiar to him as the gun he wielded. His keen eyes searching through the trees as he walked, until he found was he was seeking. A great stag stood a few meters away from him, swiftly, silently, he took aim. With a loud bang, his prey was dead. Marrok walked to the beast and easily hefted it over his shoulder and turned to walk home when he heard something unfamiliar; it sounded like howling. This was no Gilnean Hound, it was too loud... Too Feral. He shrugged, "Just the wind" he told himself and walked back to his home, deer in tow. On the porch of his home waited his beloved. "How was the hunt dear husband?" she inquired, "As well as ever my lovely Iris" he said as he smiled and showed his prize. Iris was a fair woman, with sky blue eyes and brown hair. Her slight frame protected by a sturdy robe of leather and silk, thick boots on her feet. "I'll bring it into the kitchen and soon as its gutted and cleaned my love" Marrok said, "Good, I don't want you to be out there much longer..." a look of concern crossed her face, "I've been hearing odd things out in the forest..."
A few ours later the table was set, and Iris had just set down a large bowl of venison soup in front of her husband. "So you have heard the howling too, my love?" Iris was looking out the window, "Yes dear, I'm not so sure it is just an angry wind any longer, it seems to be getting closer..." Just as she finished her sentence there was a loud knocking at the door. Marrok grabbed his gun from the rack by the door and proceeded to open it slowly... A young man stood before him, his garb marked him as a messenger for King Greymane, Marrok smiled "Ah, what news have you from Old Greymane, boy?" the boy clearly affected by the import of his message stuttered as he read; "Milord, King Greymane here by appoints you, Sir Marrok, to lead a group of knights investigating the random killings happening along the country side." the boy paused "I am to bring you to the manor post haste Milord." Marrok nodded, his smile long faded. "Iris" she turned from the window, "Stay in the house, and be safe until my return" Iris rushed over to her husband and hugged him tightly, "As must you be safe out there, dear husband" and with that Sir Marrok and the messenger mounted their horses and rode for Greymane Manor.
Marrok stood before the place he eyes had grown so used to seeing, Greymane Manor. Admittedly grown a bit decrepit over the years, it still stood regally upon the hilltop. The messenger boy whispered something to one of the guards at the door and they proceed to open the doors for them. Marrok strode down the great hall glimpsing at the painting on the walls as he passed them. Finally he came before the throne, and knelt, "Milord I have come as you have requested" and as he looked up, he could see that his king was either brooding or in deep thought, which he was not sure... "Milord are you well?" King Greymane turned his head slowly toward him, "No Marrok, I am not... Something evil has beset Gilneas, and I need you to root it out." Marrok nodded "It will be done my lord, but what has happened with the killings?" Greymane returned to his previous state and responded "Over twenty people, eviscerated in their own homes, five others completely missing...". Marrok clenched his fist in anger as he listened to his king, "I will find out who ever or what ever is doing this, and destroy it" Greymane looked at him expectantly, "You have my word Genn, I will not fail" the king nodded and smiled at him, "The knights are waiting for you out side, the light be with you my friend". As Marrok exited the manor two knight stood before him, they saluted him as they met his gaze, "What are your names men?" Marrok inquired. "Sir Alexander" one said, "Sir Kinel" said the other, "Very well Alexander and Kinel, we have a grim task ahead of us" the two looked at each other "Let us waste no time, bring me to the stead the most recent recent killing took place".
The horses hoof beats seemed to be the only noise that accompanied knights, the very air seemingly standing still... "We're here, Milord" said Alexander, as he pointed to the small homestead ahead of them. "This is the most recent..." Kinel's face paled, "Slaughter... It happened just this eve". They all jumped down from their steeds, and tied them to a few trees up the road from the house. The knights walked up to the house, it was dark inside, "Alexander" Marrok started, "How many people lived here?". Alexander took out a scrap of paper from his pocket and held it up to his lantern, "The Lysons Sir" he looked further down, "Hugo and Lisa Lyson, and..." His face paled as well, "Johnathon and Katie, their little boy and girl". Marrok patted Alexander's Shoulder to reassure him, "You two stay out here and guard the door, and I'll go in and see what we're dealing with" the two knights nodded and took their positions at either side of the door, as Marrok entered the house. He found himself in a living area... It was utterly destroyed. The most of the furniture was ripped and full of holes, it was a particularly violent fight. Even the walls had battle scars, cuts; long and deep. The glow of his lantern lit the floor, some thing caught Marrok's eye... Blood. The trail led back into the kitchen, the walls were destroyed here as well, but smatterings of gore covered the walls and floor, and in the corner, sure enough, he found a victim. Lisa Lyson, A sword lay next to her and a shield was still attached to her left hand, her fair features barely visible through the gore... Even Marrok, a grizzled veteran in many battles, had to turn away, "She fought to the last... Light grant you peace" he said under his breath. He proceeded out of the kitchen and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs he saw two rooms, one in front of him and one on his left. He went left into the master bedroom. The Bedroom was pristine, nothing was damaged or misplaced... This meant only one thing, they weren't robbing or pillaging, they were purposely killing the victims. With that, Marrok ran to the other room, a grizzly sight greeted him... It was the children's room, like the kitchen, it was utterly destroyed and covered in gore... Marrok felt ill, but swallowed hard, and proceed to peer further inside and saw what he was seeking. Little Katie and Johnathon lay in their beds, the sheets red... Marrok turned to walk out of the room, and a thought struck him "The mother and children are here... Where is their father?" he thought aloud. Pondering this as he walked back down the stairs, the wind howled fiercely, but the windows did not shutter... Another thought dawned upon him, he pace quickened, and exited the house, Alexander and Kinel where gone... The air was still, as he sprinted to where the horse were tied, and there he found Alexander. He was gored almost beyond recognition, a little further away, lay the carcasses of the horses... How ever they seemed to have been fed upon... Marrok closed his eyes for a moment, he could hear the wind, yet there was none... His eyes flew open, as he heard it again in the wood in front of him. It was no wind... The beasts were howling... Acting on impulse, Marrok ran into the woods. His sword drawn, sprinting as fast as he could toward where the dire howl originated. And it was there, he found it...
To Be Continued!
