Post by Mahon on Jul 31, 2010 19:42:16 GMT 1
((I have applied on the wowstead website to join your guild, I posted a short version of Mahon's story. However I do have a long version of 4 pages, so I will post that one here. I hope that you like it, and in case you find any (bad) grammar/spelling mistakes, do not hesitate to tell me. I'm not a native speaker, so I do my best, but I'm sure there are alot of mistakes.
Also I'd like to mention that I'm new to roleplaying, and this is the first story I've written in English and about my character.))
Chapter one
Several years before the first war, in a Tauren settlement in the Barrens, there lived a young Tauren female, named Gimsha. In her womb, she was carrying a son.
In this period of time, the noble Tauren were at war with the centaur. These creatures who are half man, half beast, had driven the Tauren away from their homeland. The tribe of Gimsha had fled to the east, to the Barrens. There they built a settlement. However, a group of centaur scouts found this settlement, and immediately returned to their base to report. The tribe’s warriors chased them, but did not manage to kill them. This was bad news for the village. For months now they lived in peace, and had no conflicts with the centaur. The tribe’s chieftain immediately ordered to increase the defenses and asked one of his most trusted warriors to seek for help from the other Tauren tribes. This young warrior named Kandu, traveled through The Barrens in order to find the other tribes and ask them for help, and so he did.
An’she was low on the horizon when Kandu and the other warriors came back to the village. Kandu was too late. He found his village ravaged, and his home burned to the ground. Immediately he started shouting, hoping to hear the sweet voice of Gimsha. His wife, who he loved so much, did not shout back.
Kandu suddenly felt an unknown presence. His noble heart started beating faster. And he did not know why, but his feet suddenly started moving. Faster and faster the Tauren started to run. He stopped thinking, he felt that this was right, that this was meant to be. Then he stopped. Before him he saw a tree. A tree that did not look like the other trees in the barrens. A tree that reminded him of the lands of Mulgore. Suddenly he heard the crying of a child. Kandu watched around and there he saw the entrance to a small cave. He ran towards it, and found the women, children, and elderly of his tribe. And ofcourse his eye turned towards Gimsha, and his new born son who she was carrying in her arms. He would be called Mahon.
Kandu told Gimsha how he found her. And Gimsha said she experienced something equal. A presence that told her to move to this cave, and that everyone should follow her. Only later, she would understand that it the Earthmother who had shown her the path.
Several years passed, and Mahon grew up. While the children of his tribe were educated by the elders, Mahon preferred to lie down in the grass and dream, look for new plants and flowers, or learn about the animals that were found around the village. His head was always filled with thoughts and dreams. The tribe did not know what to do with this young Tauren. Then on one day a Tauren named Hamuul Runetotem came by, while Mahon was lying on the grass with his ear to the ground. Hamuul asked what he was doing. The young one replied that he was listening how the grass was growing. Hamuul was fascinated by this young Tauren. And asked him where he came from.
The same evening Kandu and Gimsha got a visit from Hamuul. The Tauren explained that he felt the presence of the Earthmother in their son, and that he clearly showed interest in the earth and all living things that live on it. Hamuul asked if he could teach him the ways of druidism, so that one day he would be a guardian of the earth. Kandu and Gimsha were honored, but also feared to lose their son. The training is hard and long, and he would be far from home. But Hamuul convinced them, and he took the young Tauren with him.
Chapter two
It is now several years after Hamuul Runetotem met Mahon. Mahon was now a student, learning the ways of druidism from the Archdruid. He learned about the earth, and everything that lives on it. One day, Mahon was going to his tent, when suddenly he saw a woman standing at the entrance. She wore a green cape, and Mahon smelled the scent of honey and cinnamon. It was Gimsha. Mahon, surprised to find his mother in the great city of Thunder Bluff, was stunned. But then he noticed the tears in her eyes. Mahon hugged his mother and asked what happened. She told him that his father was ill, and that he had only a few weeks more to live.
Mahon accepted to return home. But Hamuul Runetotem wanted the young druid to finish an important part of his training. Although Mahon did not like it, he obeyed his teacher, and told his mother to leave without him and he would return home a couple of days later.
Four days later, he packed his stuff and travelled to the east. It was winter. A cold breeze travelled over the great plains of Mulgore. At night, he found a cave. It was freezing out there, so Mahon thought that he should shelter in this cave. Inside he found remains of a campfire. And then he suddenly saw a piece of green cloth. With a look of fear in his eyes, he picked up the green cloth and brought it up to his nose. He smelled a scent of honey and cinnamon. No doubt that this was a piece of his mother’s cloak. Mahon looked around in the cave, hoping to find a clue of what happened. When he went to the entrance of the cave he found a trace of a hoof. But this was not a Tauren’s footprint. It was smaller, and there were four close to each other. Mahon knew that this was the hoof of a centaur.
Mahon went inside the cave again. No way that he would find more tracks of his mother in this rain. He would stay here for the night, and early in the morning he would go find his beloved mother.
An’she only just started looking over the hills when Mahon left his cave. He did not sleep. His thoughts were filled with fear.
Immediately he started looking for tracks, and fast he picked up a trace that led to the east. He started running, with his eyes fixed on the floor, trying not to lose the trace. He saw the grass become drier, and when the grass was looking brown instead of green, he knew that he had crossed the border of Mulgore. He was now in The Barrens. Although Mahon was born in these dry lands, he did not know them well. Trying to avoid getting attacked by raging thunder lizards, or getting spotted by the hyenas, he kept following the trace.
Then, behind a hill, he found a centaur encampment. It was a small camp, from behind a bush he could see four or five centaur. But then he saw his mother in the middle of the camp. She lied on the floor, and she was chained to a pillar. Mahon experienced a strange feeling. His mind stopped thinking, and his rage took the command over his body. This must have been the feeling that Hamuul warned him for: Bloodlust. The Tauren roared fiercy, and he took his staff in his strong hands. The Tauren ran in. The centaur were surprised when the first of their group was smashed to the ground. Mahon raised his staff high above his head, and with a strong blow he crushed the creature’s skull. The next two centaur charged the Tauren. With a mighty blow of his staff he broke both their necks. The fourth centaur was a big one. But Mahon did not fear it. Nothing could fear him while his mind was not in command over his body. But the centaur did wound his arm, and Mahon’s staff fell on the ground. But then Mahon screamed. He did not feel the wound. With the strength of a bear Mahon smacked down the centaur, and strangled it. Suddenly the centaur stopped trying to get out of the Tauren’s grip. Mahon looked up, in the distance he saw the fifth centaur. Fleeing away in fear.
Mahon’s mind took over again, and he ran towards his mother. She was clearly beaten, wounded, and killed. Mahon screamed and he had tears in his eyes. He took his mother’s body, and carried it back home.
Chapter three.
The next day Mahon arrived at his home. A lot had changed since he was last here. But he still recognized many of his old tribesmen. When they saw the body of Gimsha, which Mahon was carrying in his arms, they turned silent. On any other day, you would hear the birds sing, and you would feel happy when you entered the camp. An’she would shine upon you, while the wind sings a lovely song. You would feel safe and calm when you entered the camp. But this was not any other day. This was a day on which the Tauren tribe lost one of her members.
Mahon entered his home. He went to his father. The noble warrior looked pale, and was sweating. An old woman said he would only have a few more days to live. Mahon laid his hand on his father’s head. The old warrior felt warm. Mahon called upon the Earthmother, and asked to heal his father. Mahon felt a warm feeling in his hands, and he could have sworn that he saw a green glow shine over his father.
His father woke up, confused. But then he saw the face of his son. Kandu smiled, happy to see his son at his side. But Mahon did not smile back. Kandu saw tears in the eyes of his beloved son. Mahon only had to say a single word “Mother”, followed by a deep sigh. Kandu understood. He blamed himself for the death of his wife. He shouldn’t have asked her to summon his son. He shouldn’t have sent her out there all by herself. After sitting at his side for hours, not saying a word, Mahon left the tent and went to the great campfire. You could hear nothing. No one spoke. The only sound breaking the silence was the crackling fire. An old Tauren gave Mahon a gentle pat. Mahon remained sitting there close to the fire, till the fire was extinguished, and he was sitting there alone, under the glow of Mu’sha.
Suddenly he heard the scream of his father, and he ran towards the tent. His father’s eyes were wide open, making contact with Mahon. He said “my son”, and then his eyes closed, and Mahon could no longer feel the presence of his father.
The next day the tribed sent back the spirits of Gimsha and Kandu to the Earth. And Mahon was left alone, embittered, and angry.
For a long time, he would not talk to the Earthmother again, and he would travel the lands of Azeroth alone.
Chapter four.
Mahon was walking through a cave. Well, the cave was more like a tunnel, dug in the mountain ridge between Winterspring, Felwood, and the land of Moonglade. This was the home of a tribe of furbolgs, named the Timbermaw. The day before he traveled through the corrupted lands of Felwood. There he suddenly saw a group of furbolgs attack another one. When the group saw the Tauren appear, they fled. Unintentionally, he saved the life of this Timbermaw furbolg. The furbolg offered Mahon a meal and a good night sleep in his home, out of gratitude.
Mahon left the cave, and he suddenly felt a strange presence, one that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He entered a green land, with great trees that reminded him of Ashenvale. Birds were singing, and small animals ran around in the woods. He said goodbye to his new furbolg friends, and followed the path into this strange land.
Suddenly, out of nothing, a bear came out of the bush. It looked at Mahon, and Mahon looked at it. The bear did not attack. Instead, Mahon suddenly lost control over his body. The bear, the woods, the wind, the birds, they all disappeared. In front of him, he saw his mother and his father.
Mahon asked if he was dead, if the bear had killed him. His parents shook their heads. But they did not give an answer. Instead they told their beloved son, that they were not happy with the way he was living his life. He did no longer respect the ways of the Earthmother. They asked him to study the ways of druidism again, and help the inhabitants of Azeroth to cleanse their lands from evil. Mahon saw the tears in the eyes of his mother, and his heart broke. Then he understood, that it was the circle of life that caused the death of his parents. He understood that it was a normal thing to happen, and that he would one day die too. It was meant to be. After he had this revelation, everything turned black.
Mahon woke up in a house. It was built by Elves. On all of his travels he had seen many Elven buildings, and this was definitely one of them. If he wouldn’t have woken up in a bed, with a cup of sweet tea next to him, he would have thought he was captured. He stepped out of bed, and went to the door. Then suddenly the door opened, and a night elf entered the house. He greeted the Tauren warmly. He presented himself as Malvor, a herbalist, and welcomed Mahon to Nighthaven, home of the Cenarion Circle druids.
Mahon stayed with the Cenarion Circle for more than a year. From the druids he learned more than ever about the balance of nature, and the balance within himself. Here he would become a true druid. And until this very day, Mahon may call himself a member of the Cenarion Circle, and a Guardian of Cenarius.
Also I'd like to mention that I'm new to roleplaying, and this is the first story I've written in English and about my character.))
Chapter one
Several years before the first war, in a Tauren settlement in the Barrens, there lived a young Tauren female, named Gimsha. In her womb, she was carrying a son.
In this period of time, the noble Tauren were at war with the centaur. These creatures who are half man, half beast, had driven the Tauren away from their homeland. The tribe of Gimsha had fled to the east, to the Barrens. There they built a settlement. However, a group of centaur scouts found this settlement, and immediately returned to their base to report. The tribe’s warriors chased them, but did not manage to kill them. This was bad news for the village. For months now they lived in peace, and had no conflicts with the centaur. The tribe’s chieftain immediately ordered to increase the defenses and asked one of his most trusted warriors to seek for help from the other Tauren tribes. This young warrior named Kandu, traveled through The Barrens in order to find the other tribes and ask them for help, and so he did.
An’she was low on the horizon when Kandu and the other warriors came back to the village. Kandu was too late. He found his village ravaged, and his home burned to the ground. Immediately he started shouting, hoping to hear the sweet voice of Gimsha. His wife, who he loved so much, did not shout back.
Kandu suddenly felt an unknown presence. His noble heart started beating faster. And he did not know why, but his feet suddenly started moving. Faster and faster the Tauren started to run. He stopped thinking, he felt that this was right, that this was meant to be. Then he stopped. Before him he saw a tree. A tree that did not look like the other trees in the barrens. A tree that reminded him of the lands of Mulgore. Suddenly he heard the crying of a child. Kandu watched around and there he saw the entrance to a small cave. He ran towards it, and found the women, children, and elderly of his tribe. And ofcourse his eye turned towards Gimsha, and his new born son who she was carrying in her arms. He would be called Mahon.
Kandu told Gimsha how he found her. And Gimsha said she experienced something equal. A presence that told her to move to this cave, and that everyone should follow her. Only later, she would understand that it the Earthmother who had shown her the path.
Several years passed, and Mahon grew up. While the children of his tribe were educated by the elders, Mahon preferred to lie down in the grass and dream, look for new plants and flowers, or learn about the animals that were found around the village. His head was always filled with thoughts and dreams. The tribe did not know what to do with this young Tauren. Then on one day a Tauren named Hamuul Runetotem came by, while Mahon was lying on the grass with his ear to the ground. Hamuul asked what he was doing. The young one replied that he was listening how the grass was growing. Hamuul was fascinated by this young Tauren. And asked him where he came from.
The same evening Kandu and Gimsha got a visit from Hamuul. The Tauren explained that he felt the presence of the Earthmother in their son, and that he clearly showed interest in the earth and all living things that live on it. Hamuul asked if he could teach him the ways of druidism, so that one day he would be a guardian of the earth. Kandu and Gimsha were honored, but also feared to lose their son. The training is hard and long, and he would be far from home. But Hamuul convinced them, and he took the young Tauren with him.
Chapter two
It is now several years after Hamuul Runetotem met Mahon. Mahon was now a student, learning the ways of druidism from the Archdruid. He learned about the earth, and everything that lives on it. One day, Mahon was going to his tent, when suddenly he saw a woman standing at the entrance. She wore a green cape, and Mahon smelled the scent of honey and cinnamon. It was Gimsha. Mahon, surprised to find his mother in the great city of Thunder Bluff, was stunned. But then he noticed the tears in her eyes. Mahon hugged his mother and asked what happened. She told him that his father was ill, and that he had only a few weeks more to live.
Mahon accepted to return home. But Hamuul Runetotem wanted the young druid to finish an important part of his training. Although Mahon did not like it, he obeyed his teacher, and told his mother to leave without him and he would return home a couple of days later.
Four days later, he packed his stuff and travelled to the east. It was winter. A cold breeze travelled over the great plains of Mulgore. At night, he found a cave. It was freezing out there, so Mahon thought that he should shelter in this cave. Inside he found remains of a campfire. And then he suddenly saw a piece of green cloth. With a look of fear in his eyes, he picked up the green cloth and brought it up to his nose. He smelled a scent of honey and cinnamon. No doubt that this was a piece of his mother’s cloak. Mahon looked around in the cave, hoping to find a clue of what happened. When he went to the entrance of the cave he found a trace of a hoof. But this was not a Tauren’s footprint. It was smaller, and there were four close to each other. Mahon knew that this was the hoof of a centaur.
Mahon went inside the cave again. No way that he would find more tracks of his mother in this rain. He would stay here for the night, and early in the morning he would go find his beloved mother.
An’she only just started looking over the hills when Mahon left his cave. He did not sleep. His thoughts were filled with fear.
Immediately he started looking for tracks, and fast he picked up a trace that led to the east. He started running, with his eyes fixed on the floor, trying not to lose the trace. He saw the grass become drier, and when the grass was looking brown instead of green, he knew that he had crossed the border of Mulgore. He was now in The Barrens. Although Mahon was born in these dry lands, he did not know them well. Trying to avoid getting attacked by raging thunder lizards, or getting spotted by the hyenas, he kept following the trace.
Then, behind a hill, he found a centaur encampment. It was a small camp, from behind a bush he could see four or five centaur. But then he saw his mother in the middle of the camp. She lied on the floor, and she was chained to a pillar. Mahon experienced a strange feeling. His mind stopped thinking, and his rage took the command over his body. This must have been the feeling that Hamuul warned him for: Bloodlust. The Tauren roared fiercy, and he took his staff in his strong hands. The Tauren ran in. The centaur were surprised when the first of their group was smashed to the ground. Mahon raised his staff high above his head, and with a strong blow he crushed the creature’s skull. The next two centaur charged the Tauren. With a mighty blow of his staff he broke both their necks. The fourth centaur was a big one. But Mahon did not fear it. Nothing could fear him while his mind was not in command over his body. But the centaur did wound his arm, and Mahon’s staff fell on the ground. But then Mahon screamed. He did not feel the wound. With the strength of a bear Mahon smacked down the centaur, and strangled it. Suddenly the centaur stopped trying to get out of the Tauren’s grip. Mahon looked up, in the distance he saw the fifth centaur. Fleeing away in fear.
Mahon’s mind took over again, and he ran towards his mother. She was clearly beaten, wounded, and killed. Mahon screamed and he had tears in his eyes. He took his mother’s body, and carried it back home.
Chapter three.
The next day Mahon arrived at his home. A lot had changed since he was last here. But he still recognized many of his old tribesmen. When they saw the body of Gimsha, which Mahon was carrying in his arms, they turned silent. On any other day, you would hear the birds sing, and you would feel happy when you entered the camp. An’she would shine upon you, while the wind sings a lovely song. You would feel safe and calm when you entered the camp. But this was not any other day. This was a day on which the Tauren tribe lost one of her members.
Mahon entered his home. He went to his father. The noble warrior looked pale, and was sweating. An old woman said he would only have a few more days to live. Mahon laid his hand on his father’s head. The old warrior felt warm. Mahon called upon the Earthmother, and asked to heal his father. Mahon felt a warm feeling in his hands, and he could have sworn that he saw a green glow shine over his father.
His father woke up, confused. But then he saw the face of his son. Kandu smiled, happy to see his son at his side. But Mahon did not smile back. Kandu saw tears in the eyes of his beloved son. Mahon only had to say a single word “Mother”, followed by a deep sigh. Kandu understood. He blamed himself for the death of his wife. He shouldn’t have asked her to summon his son. He shouldn’t have sent her out there all by herself. After sitting at his side for hours, not saying a word, Mahon left the tent and went to the great campfire. You could hear nothing. No one spoke. The only sound breaking the silence was the crackling fire. An old Tauren gave Mahon a gentle pat. Mahon remained sitting there close to the fire, till the fire was extinguished, and he was sitting there alone, under the glow of Mu’sha.
Suddenly he heard the scream of his father, and he ran towards the tent. His father’s eyes were wide open, making contact with Mahon. He said “my son”, and then his eyes closed, and Mahon could no longer feel the presence of his father.
The next day the tribed sent back the spirits of Gimsha and Kandu to the Earth. And Mahon was left alone, embittered, and angry.
For a long time, he would not talk to the Earthmother again, and he would travel the lands of Azeroth alone.
Chapter four.
Mahon was walking through a cave. Well, the cave was more like a tunnel, dug in the mountain ridge between Winterspring, Felwood, and the land of Moonglade. This was the home of a tribe of furbolgs, named the Timbermaw. The day before he traveled through the corrupted lands of Felwood. There he suddenly saw a group of furbolgs attack another one. When the group saw the Tauren appear, they fled. Unintentionally, he saved the life of this Timbermaw furbolg. The furbolg offered Mahon a meal and a good night sleep in his home, out of gratitude.
Mahon left the cave, and he suddenly felt a strange presence, one that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He entered a green land, with great trees that reminded him of Ashenvale. Birds were singing, and small animals ran around in the woods. He said goodbye to his new furbolg friends, and followed the path into this strange land.
Suddenly, out of nothing, a bear came out of the bush. It looked at Mahon, and Mahon looked at it. The bear did not attack. Instead, Mahon suddenly lost control over his body. The bear, the woods, the wind, the birds, they all disappeared. In front of him, he saw his mother and his father.
Mahon asked if he was dead, if the bear had killed him. His parents shook their heads. But they did not give an answer. Instead they told their beloved son, that they were not happy with the way he was living his life. He did no longer respect the ways of the Earthmother. They asked him to study the ways of druidism again, and help the inhabitants of Azeroth to cleanse their lands from evil. Mahon saw the tears in the eyes of his mother, and his heart broke. Then he understood, that it was the circle of life that caused the death of his parents. He understood that it was a normal thing to happen, and that he would one day die too. It was meant to be. After he had this revelation, everything turned black.
Mahon woke up in a house. It was built by Elves. On all of his travels he had seen many Elven buildings, and this was definitely one of them. If he wouldn’t have woken up in a bed, with a cup of sweet tea next to him, he would have thought he was captured. He stepped out of bed, and went to the door. Then suddenly the door opened, and a night elf entered the house. He greeted the Tauren warmly. He presented himself as Malvor, a herbalist, and welcomed Mahon to Nighthaven, home of the Cenarion Circle druids.
Mahon stayed with the Cenarion Circle for more than a year. From the druids he learned more than ever about the balance of nature, and the balance within himself. Here he would become a true druid. And until this very day, Mahon may call himself a member of the Cenarion Circle, and a Guardian of Cenarius.
