Warzen's Shortened backstory

[Warzen]

My name at least what I go by is Warzen a Forsaken to the banshee queen, I have decided to write my history and life story in this book to prove somehow I existed in this world I lived in. First off for argument sake my real name given to me by birth from my still living parents is Warren Zenatine Stonefield. I was born into a working class family in the heart of the alliance kingdom of Stormwind of Elwyn forest. Most of my younger life is rather boring chores on the farm, doing basic schooling learning to read and write, and now I reminded of that part of my life I wish I was still there being loved by my family missing my mother call my name.

When I was about nine year old my father took me to the city of Stormwind to unload our family crops for the coming winter to mages. I was given a small amount silver from my father and was told to go buy some candy or a small toy in the local tavern. Little did I know that the next string of events would change my life forever. I walked into the tavern store front and much to my surprise there was no one in there, I called out to get someone attention but it was more than I could bear waiting for help and patience to a child like myself was non-existent. I started to wander the store and decided to poke my head into the back tavern knowing full well ii shouldn’t; suddenly I heard a voice say, “ young man may I help you”? I almost jumped back seeing a robed figure looking at me. I replied yes sir I would like to buy a toy up front. The next few moments were very blurry some small talk passed between us I picked out a toy and walked up to the counter. “How old are you boy”, he asked, almost ten I replied; he grinned and said, since your almost at a good age here let me give you this book a present from the city. I was so surprised by his generosity I took it without question, now looking back I should of asked who he was and why was he giving me a free item in the store. I showed the toy to my dad he smiled and we headed back home to our farm.

During that night I woke to a voice a raspy demanding voice that will haunt me for the rest of my un-life. I awoke and saw a small frail creature with glowing yellow eyes standing at the foot of my bed, I froze out of terror. Hello young one I was sent here to teach you the ways of that book you were given by my master. I shakily asked are you going to hurt me. No young one I don’t harm the innocent unless ordered to by my master. My father suddenly burst into the room and asked if I was alright he could hear me taking from his bedroom. Dad help me there is a yellow glowing eye thing on my bed, quickly grabbing me and shining a lamp in the room he saw nothing. Looking at me with disbelief he told me now son we have had talks about you having nightmares, I want you to close your eyes and try to sleep. I slowly walked into bed and put the covers over my eyes as he shut the door a heard a whisper “you are the only one who may see me other creature cannot I will not let them”. I pulled off the covers and saw him yet again no more than six inches from my face. I don’t know what the master saw in you besides your fast reaction of getting out and away from danger, you seem like a normal boy to me nothing special about you but let’s start your training. For the next few weeks I began reading from the book as he talked to me where and who made the book. The book was named by its cover The Book of Magae, written and was made by someone named Medivh during the time of the Great War that ravaged our land during my great-grandfathers time when he was alive.

Over the next two years I read in that book it covered summoning, how to steal souls from the living, and the soul’s crystals could be used for formed when taking the soul. Finally came the day that the imp had to leave he told me I was a fine student and he may stop in and again to check on me but he asked to do him one favor before he left. After I agreed he asked me to grab a few bunnies from the forest. I took me a few tries but I captured a few bunnies and took them into the barn that night we got started. He told me to point at the rabbit and repeat the words he was saying. “RAQUALAZITE MUSHIL HAKZAD” I muttered over and over again at the rabbit a small flash of light came over the bunny and it started to speak still squeaking to normal people I somehow understood it clearly. The voice that came was higher pitched than the creature that I found in my room and told me thank you master I am here to serve you. I turned to see the imp smile and disappear into thin air. That very next day was the beginning of the summer’s festival a joyous time that allowed for all commoners to go into the local towns and enjoy the festivities.

During the trip over to Lakeshire we were all in our wagon, a small pony pulling us slowly but steadily to the little town. We were attacked by orcs and with a short scuffle with my father we were all captured and made to walk into the mountains. When we reached a small cave with small huts littering the floor around it we were told in a broken common to stop. An orc that had captured us yelled out and quickly a robbed one walked out of the cave to look us over. The orc said in a broken common as well put them with the others we will begin the summoning soon. We were put with about a dozen other humans in a circles area. Not long after the robed one came out and began a ritual where a small green glow came from the designs on the ground. I heard in my head “are you really going to do nothing”? “This is not what your job was to me young one you are to deliver that book to me in the future and become the strongest warlock of your people”. The voice then said I am taking over for a while to get you out of this position you are currently in and with that last word I blacked out.

I suddenly woke up with a throbbing headache in a stone building with two men at the door looking at me, one them turned opened a slot on the door and yelled out he is awake get the priests and that mage now. Where am I asked the other guard, he just stood there with a semi frightened look on his face as if he was being to forced to stand there in front of me. A few robbed men walked into the room. The mage said, “Welcome my young boy I am here to transport you to your new home when you are ready to get up out of that bed by your own power. I asked who are you and where am I ? my name is irrelevant I was sent here to escort you to Dalaran by Archmage Antoniclas where from here on out you will be studying to become a full fledged warlock, with our help you could become the very first of your type of magic art to graduate out school. What about my parents where are they what has happened to them. With a small frown he told me they had died during the summoning, I started talking in a deep voice and summoned three class type A, demons to ransack the orcs. The news shocked me to my bone I was speechless then after a few minutes realized there was nothing left for me in the world to hold me here, I jumped out of bed and followed the mage to a small room where with a few incantations opened a portal to Dalaran the mage city located over three thousand miles to the northern the kingdom of Lorderon. I stood in front of a massive tower where three armed guards escorted me to see Archmage Antidonas who had to laid out the my lesson plan and rules and school guidelines. I was to study arcane arts by class standardizations but instead of learning the usual extra work like others students had to. I was told I was to be the first trained warlock of Lorderon. My work took me years to prefect from summoning at will a demon with minor time costs and little warning to the learning of the orkish language so I could read old and battle torn spell books which led to discover the power of casting extremely dangerous curses. Although the school gave me all the orc tablets and journals I could need the one I had begun my adventure with still gave me most of my knowledge it was my teacher more than any other professor and mystic could teach me. After I finally finished the book a felt a strange aura around me as though I had completed an incantation the lingered in the surrounding air, not thinking much about it I donated it to the school’s library for future warlock studies so that future warlocks could become stronger.

I was twenty when I was told I would be leaving to Scholomance the stronghold of the royal families of magic. Due to the reports of undead and other evils such as entire towns vanishing in the northland I was to be moved in a hurry by other classmate like Lady Proudmoore and Malaki two friends of mine that I had made in my stay over these years in the city. As I looked at the city before taking my leave I wondered what would life had in store for me. I arrived to Caer Darrow the small village the next day it was located next to Scholomance itself. For the next year I made my home here and even found my future wife a noble girl by birth named Jandice Barov. We were married the same day when Our prince had returned from Northrend whom killed a class S demon. It was only after our wedding night we had learned that the prince had killed his father and other royal tenants of the castle. I sadly was called by dalaran and was sent into battle against the scourge for the next few weeks, by the time I came back to Scholomance in an attempt to run away with my wife to the southern kingdoms to try and live a life; knowing that I still had a cabin near Stone Cairen Lake where we could be safe from what seemed to be the unending legions of the undead. By the time I had came back to the school lit up the lake it was overlooking with fires and the stench of death was radiating from its ashes. I summoned the scout demon before entering the school an eye looking demon that would allow me to control and see through its eye. The school was empty besides the rummaged furniture of classrooms and dorm rooms. I hastily entered the rooms checking for any signs of what may of happened here, to my surprise I found only one room which was my own had not been touched. I cautiously walked around seeing a note on my desk slowly picking it up. I opened it and read the letter’ “ Dear Warzen, you have the book we need. If you want more of an explanation turn around”. As I dropped the letter I quickly turned around to see dozens of undead ghostly looking figures staring out from the walls. A large horned figure stood in front of me nearly four feet taller than me I said what is a Nathrizim doing in this world. Knowing what I am proves that you are the summoner and where is your book you were given. What do you mean summoner, as a higher pitched yet screeching voice entered the room. A glowing eyed skeleton that seemed to chill the air around him hovered now in front of me. My lord he spoke this one was never told by either side what he really is and why he is so important to the coming events. With his mentality intact he will not help us he must be killed and raised to server my master to help you. With that a voice echoed in my mind your duty human is to help them at all costs but if you don’t you will help us in death. The demon looked at me come boy and join me or end up like your feeble wife as he said that a walking corpse entered the room, instantly knowing it was my wife I felt a surge of power come over me like a heat wave of anger flowing into my body. I am still unclear exactly why I said but I unleashed my full fury upon them, pulling out my personal spell book I casted curses upon anything that moved, summoned demon to attack the undead that had filled the halls. Finally after about an hour I felt weaker as if I had lost my surge of power. Feeling weak and hearing my demon being torn to pieces, I grabbed a portal stone from the lab and teleported to a small abandoned fort in the Alterac mountain range about thirty miles east of Dalaran. That night I barricaded the door of a rundown house and say next to a fire as I tried to sleep. The very next morning I awoke to see a robed man carrying a staff overlooking me. With a kind voice he said “don’t be alarmed master Warzen I am here to give you some advice on how to stop the summoning, you must join the young mage Jaina Proudmoore over lead your people over the sea to the lands of Kalimdor there together you will have a stronger chance of survival and since you will not be there reading the book I wrote so many years ago. I remember asking him one question, are you Medihv? With a chuckle he said yes but that means very little now you must survive and join in the war that is to come. I cannot leave until I have found my wife and laid her to rest she does not deserve her current fate, after I do this I will have nothing to hold me here and I will join my people in Kalimdor. He looked at me angrily if you survive then please hurry I know what you are feeling for I was in your position a long time ago and no words I can say will change your mind. As he finished his sentence he disappeared into the wall as though he wasn’t there in the first place. I spent next day in the fortress gathering what supplies I could so I could make my journey to Dalaran and to warn the mages they were to be attacked since that is where I left my original book for safe keeping. The following Wednesday I arrived at Dalaran just in time for the scourge reached its gates under an hour after my arrival. The mages only had time to put minor wards up against the undead which in turn fell to the fallen prince’s wrath. I fell as well there but I sadly remembered one thing being spoke to me as I fell into darkness, in dark raspy voice I heard something telling me “ you will serve me in death as you should of served me in life”. As for my what little I remember after that I remember seeing myself using most of my power and the book of Magea to bring Archimond into the world.

Sometime later I awoke as though I had been sleeping for years, I saw my hand and walked towards a somewhat broken mirror and realized I was an undead but now I had a conscious and the will to do what I wanted. In time after breaking my way out of a crypt I walked slowly towards a group of undead waving at me and telling me to join them in a new crusade. I agreed and with a few hours of reading what books and talking to what undead that would speak with me I found myself now serving the Banshee Queen Sylvanas. I pledged allegiance with her and she sent me to meet a secret force of other more powerful users of the shadow magic’s which are known as the shadow council. I cannot go into much more detail on what we do since it is mostly classified. In time I found records of my past from stolen documents from Dalaran before it had become shielded from the outside world. Found that I was lied to so that it would be easier for them to control me. On further investigation my parents were told that I was dead and even more shocking to me I found they were still alive and farming the same land. I had a longing to say hello to them but I soon realized that the son they once knew was gone and the monster created by both the images of Lorderon and the lich king would never be accepted. During my questing and my time trying to rebuild a new order to my once beautiful home I encountered a group calling themselves the Covent of the Dark Lady, a group of radicals that only let undead members advance and take the spoils of their victories. After a war between themselves and an alliance faction know as order of the dragons the group core had become shattered and lost their humanity as they reverted back into mindless zombies and ghouls that roamed the countryside. Soon after the shattering I found my old rabbit, a man was tiring to sell him to me as I was wandering the deserts of Silithius. I bought him for five gold pieces and began to talk with him about what he had been doing for these past years.

It was around three months later just after the heroes of both alliance and forsaken opened the gates of the ancient evils inside Silithius’s lost temple to C’thun an ancient god of death. My rival I made in the shadow council used what powers he had and fused a goblin teleported that sent me into another world in the hopes I would never come back. I spent the next two years losing my mind not being able to cast spells against the alliance as though I was being casted down by the gods themselves. I spent most of my time wandering libraries and other engineering materials and schematics in hopes of trying to find my way home. I learned a few things in my stay there such as walking into a shadow and traversing space to walk out of a shadow on another continent. I also discovered a way to track down specific souls in the afterlife I would be able to speak with them or even use them to create stones that I could offer to demons to serve me in my research. When all seemed lost a, human master engineer named Sylos found a way to travel between worlds. With his help I came back to find the remnants or the shadow council, and on top of that all I knew who helped me in the past had been long since died. I started by finding my Queen who I hoped was still alive as well, to say the least she was extremely surprised in seeing me since she had read a report that I had exploded in a lab accident. The first thing she did was she asked me to be a representative upon the shadow council and oversee a few of her new ambitions like the soul extractor. She also put me in contact with a new core group of her elite guard called the soul hunters, warlock who could track people by the strength of their souls. I was welcomed and taught the art of soul tracking and was given a name in which others of our sector would recognize me as; Warzen was my name now all who spoke to me must use this name for it is not only my name it is my title within the shadow council itself.

Not to long after my first few missions serving my queen, I began having dreams while resting in my new crypt I recently had obtained. The dreams were all the same I was standing in a room full of life the plants and animals were living without a care in the world. When all of a sudden a robed woman appeared out of thin air telling me ” go to Silvermoon city at the throne room, when the summer draws near, walk into the throne room and say out loud Lady Nyx has sent you; You Warzen will be needed by us in the future war that is to come between my children and those who would try to murder them”. I thought nothing of the dream at first even though it was my first dream since I had been undead. Alas over time the dreams started to take control of me I decided to listen to my instincts and make the journey to Silvermoon City home of the shattered blood elves civilization. Taking a teleport rather than just walk there, walked into the throne room there I saw a tauren female and what looked like to be two blood elf men talking to the elven leader. I cleared my throat and spoke out loud LADY NYX sent me! The three of them stopped and looked over at me with a pondering expression, as I felt a bit embarrassed realizing I had let my dream take over my logic. The middle-aged tauren walked over to me and asked, “who are you sir and what exactly brings you here today”? I explained to her who I was and why I had come with a shaky voice. She smiled, “so you have been sent by our leader herself to protect us against evil forces yet to be known by us”? Yes I said still nervously and asked who are you? My name is Aitana, Oracle to Lady Nyx herself and would like you come with me so we may talk some more about yourself. In time I joined the group calling themselves NYX what seemed to be a rag-tag group trying to fight the evils of the world being the lich king to stronger heroes looking to make a name for themselves by attacking horde and forsaken outposts. I will write more as events unfold to me in the near future.

Our enemy made themselves known a group calling themselves the Kingship of the East, came out like a flash hitting and sacking horde towns and forsaken outpost killing all they saw without mercy not even towards children the innocent ones that couldn’t even defend themselves. My queen asked for me to take a few of her guards and have them fortifying what remaining towns I could before they too fell. Nyxians were called to attack and defend all inhabitants of kalimdor, sadly leaving me and few other undead to fight their strike forces in the Eastern Kingdoms. The war is still going after our last stand of Tarren Mill even though we were out manned three to one we pushed the cowards back to the Wetlands were they made their retreat across the sea. Our scouts now have brought us back information that their leaders children sleep in a two story house in Westgaurd keep, from what I plan now we shall not look back upon our actions our goal is to now bring the war to a halt establish a deal or treaty that will ensure peace to our lands.


Warren Zenatine Stonefield
Warzen, Master Soulhunter
Messenger and member of the Shadow Council