Shorok

Character Information

Full character name

Shorok Morien, Mist Walker...

Faction

Horde

Race

Other

Class

Death Knight

Character Type

Main

Character Biography

Race/Nationality

Demon: Of shadow and Flame.

History/Biography

      ((To warn you, This is an outline or Rouphdraft.. I will have spelling errors. Grammar problems. All the usual problems of in-experienced writer...Enjoy!))                                  

                Shorok Morien, Mist Walker. Grew up in the magi-city of Dalaran. A mage of natural talent under the teachings of his mother and father. His brother was one of the second generation paladins. Growing up after the second war, when dark magick was whisperd, usherd, and kept silent. He along with several others were brought in to their magelord instructed to learn about the Darker arts for research and Defense. For it was believe the orcs would return. So they did, Shorok and his companions fought and defeated the Horde. But in the end using there own dark magick only brought a greater sacrifice back to them. Shorok along with many of his mages of the dark as it was. Died, or were exiled. Shorok tainted from inside was consumed in the fel fire that had been absorbed into his soul.

  He awake at the call of the scourge when they attacked Dalaran. Arising from his grave like so many others. He was under the control of the Dreadlord Varimathas. Though enslaved, his bones still lingerd with the fel-taint from years past. Becoming a skeletal mage, He fought, killed, and helped his lords and masters. When the Lich King broke away, and Archimonde destroyed. Shorok like so many others was freed from that control. He rose a Forsaken Warlock.

   (Game start) Like so many other Forsaken. Shorok did not rightly recall his previous life, Nor all of his life as a soldier in the army of the Scourge. Glimses in the past, feelings, Knowledge that was not his own registerd in his mind. He grew in power and experience like any other learning how to summon his imp. Then his voidwalker. Each one in part an extension of himself. Though his body was dead, he was in turn rotting like so many others would assume of a Forsaken. The necromatic energy intwined into his body kept him alive so to speak. His flesh was also warm, but the elder locks told him it was because of the Demonic taint in him..In his soul that kept him un-naturaly warm. It was only untill he went to the UnderCity and visited Slyvannas and Varimathas. Its in this moment that his memory was jerked from his sleeping mind. He rememberd the war with the living, even for his small part as it was. He rememberd Varimathas.. He was important but could not recall why. Shorok was instructed like any Soldier of the Forsaken.. Grow stronger so that you may serve your Dark Queen. So he did, growing as a warlock. Slowly regaining his memory as he visited the places of his past.

   It wasnt untill he began to visit the Alterac Mountains.. For the call for help from the FrostWolf clan had been heard.. Like so many others Shorok stepped up the fight. For in his journies he had learned the Orcs... The Hordes definition of honor, through deeds, and skill your value was told. Through stories, and tales. Respect and honor.... These were values that he had adored as a human..So long ago it seemed to him. Though veiwed diffrently. He knew that the Horde were not the abominations that he had once fought.. They were long ago.. And again now...With Honor. He wanted to be a part of that.. Even as a Warlock. He treated his demons with respect and adimiration..Like a family he once knew. Though he had to work twice as hard to earn their respect.... He did, The warlock Shorok Morien. Fought and earned his place in the Frost Wolf Clan. Even to the point that he was adorned in their colors. That he could call on one of their wolves to ride into battle. It was in one of these many battles that he returned to Drakthar the Shaman chief of the Frost Wolf Clan.. Called...  Drakk had forseen Shorok. The spirits spoke of him.. Like many warriors.. But came a warning.. Not of an enemy.. But fear of a friend.  Somehow in his days of rebirth.. Shoroks spirit, the necromatic demon tainted spirit had been coaxed back into life. Far past the teachings of the Warlocks. His spirit was begining to turn aflame. But his body, his mind more aware of these flames. Began to consume and devour. Began to change Shorok.....  Shorok was becoming a demon.

   Shocked, and distraught! Shorok was both angry and dishonored in his own way. Though a Forsaken.. He had earned his place in the Horde.. He didnt want that to chang. Like so many others he knew that every demon called something else master. With every Warlock came with a demon and the trials to control that demon. He felt in his heart.. Though it no longer beat that The Burning Legion would know of him. He begged and pleaded with Drak to release him.. Or to find some form of a cure. Drak assured him that he had tried. For Shorok was a part of the clan (Exhaulted)  The spirits had warned Drak.. But spoke of no cure.. Neither did they speak of ending Shoroks life... Why he did wonder. He knew as warlock what his discipline.. His wards did to the land. He had even tried to learn how to control that taint so it would not corrupt the world around him... Drakk produced a letter of mark for Thrall.. Was instructed not to read it. If the Horde would not take him... Then he was alway welcome in the Mountains.... Gathering his things, he said goodbye to his friends. Left his Frost Wolf at the village. For he feared for her safety. Making the journey back to the UnderCity. Bearing the Mark of the Frost Wolf proudly. Along with the rank he had obtained in the Horde.. Legionnair. (Actually did that)

       His first and always responsiblity was to the Dark Lady. He returned, telling her and Varimathas of his plight. The Dark Lady seemed un intrested or un-surprised. Either way she simply told him that his alliegance was to her. Shorok of course swore that it was. She waved him away dismissivly.. He couldnt blame her.. The Forsaken had become a force to be reckoned with. As she always said, though Varimathas smiled at Shorok the entire meeting. He did not have the chance to ask why. He quickly whent to Thrall.... Shorok had never been in the Throne room of the Horde. Thrall met with the people of his Kingdom when he could. Shorok waited a few days.. Though it seemed years to him. He started watching his reflection in the mirriors.. Still the haunted looking Forsaken he had always been. His brother Greezhum (Felhunter) pawed at him tell him it would be Ok..Shorok snapped at him more then once. Across the link they shared. Each time apologiesing afterwards. For all Shorok knew Greezhum had been turned into a demon as well.. Years past. Though his brother would not speak of it. Finnaly being admited into the Throne room.. Shorok shook in fear and anticipation.. Though he knew he had earned and won his rank in the Millitary he did not expect Thrall to call his name when he walked past the guards. Fumbling with the letter to the Warchief he smiled and took it from him. After reading it Thralls expression became visible dark. Shorok shrunk in the sight of the Warchief.. Kneeling and hidding into himself.  Thrall dismissed his general staff. Sen'jinn, and an orc in the room stayed. Shorok could feel the fel magick echoeing off of this orc. Shorok could also feel his stare on him. The three of them spoke and exchanged words. Shorok was asked if he had read the letter. By his word he had not. (To this day he still does not know the detailes of the letter) Thrall smiles sadly and told Shorok to stand. Thrall would not kill Shorok for he understood it was out of the Forsakens power to stop what was happening. Shorok even offerd to give his life if it would help him keep his honor. Thrall dismissed the notion. Then and there he made a pact.. And oath to the Horde.. Though he was a Forsaken and bound by citisen oath to him. He made a blood pact. To serve the Horde. With honor, distiction, respect as a warrior should. In exchange Shorok would be allowed to stay. Conditionally, that he would learn how to delay, control, and if possible cure is illness. Shorok was given another letter, to be given to Cairne Bloodhoof in Thunderbluff. Once more it was sealed.. Shorok rightly groveld before Thrall, thanking him over and over.. Thrall stopped him.. Telling him it was his honor to have such a warrior to be with him.....

   So, Shorok set off towards Thunderbluff. Helping those he found acrossed his path keeping his vow. An a promise to himself that he was indeed still a warrior. No matter the shape or color of his skin. Ariving at the beautifull lands of Mulgore Shorok was beside himself.. His brother Nokfip (imp) on his shoulder as he walked into Thunderbluff... Still a Forsaken in apperance. Shorok truly began to notice that his flesh, his bones. They were warm, he found his imp nestled in his neck sleeping in comfort.. Something Shorok was un settled about. Greeting the Great Chief Cairne. Shorok prosented the letter of mark to him. After reading it Cairne looked at him intently. The look of knowing but un ease mixed. Then a sly smile was spread across his lipps. Shorok was sent to the journey's begining (Starting area) From which Shorok partook of the quests of the Earth Mother. Though it was child's play to complete the tasks. With each task completed, Shorok was questioned and taught the ways of Nature. All aspects and ties, Never to become a shaman himself. Nothing stopped him from learning of the elements and all the places that he himself could hold in this world.

  ((Patch day!))

   After journeying far and wide across the world. The trials of the hunt and eath mother. Shorok found himself another home.. Though he was like a black sheep of the Taurens. He was alloud to stay among their numbers. One day on the elders rise he met a Tauren Druid. Named Moonsong (Player) She confessed that was bewilldered by what Shorok was doing. But admired him for trying to be better.  The elders decided that Shorok would be a good guide and protector for Younge Moonsong. And in return she could further his training in the ways of nature. Visiting the four great elemental shrines scatterd across Azeroth. Though many of the trials he had faced.. She did so again, but giving him a new enlightenment on the subject helped him grow. His demonic energy growing, he noticed that he had a profoun attachment to his Demons (Master Demonology) Its in these moments that he realised he was making the change. When speaking with Moonsong, she made a snied but playfully comment. With out thinking Shorok slither out a long forked tongue. Teasing her.. He snapped his mouth shut in shock. Little by little, as his fel magick grew things began to take effect. His demon armor, a new spell he had learned from the warlocks in Origgmarr... Began to phyisically mold around his body. Till one day litterally he was coverd in a thin layer of muscled tissue. It was only his gaunt hollow apperance that would allow you to till he was a Forsaken. It was then that he and Moonsong returned to Thunderbluff.. It was concieved that Shorok was supposed to stay relitivly normal. A look alike of his other Forsaken. They had no idea that his physical.. And mental apperance would change. For when Shorok walked among his new found friends in Thunderbluff.. He could....smell them.

   A part of Shorok was excited, he had spent over 5 years as a Forsaken. To feel a heart beat, to feel something across your bones and decayed flesh. Even if it wasnt his original skin when he was alive. Having something thrilled him, to no end. It wasnt the darkness in him growing. He had spoken to his brothers and sister (Demon's) your not a demon lord as soon as your a demon. It takes time, effort, paitcents. Years! Not a few years.. But decades. Centuries to truly be powerfull. While waiting in Thunderbluff a Tauren Warrior fresh from his trials. Disgusted with the ghoulish demon creature that Shorok was. Insulted him, with in a second Shorok was on him like a wild animal. Using both claws and spells he nearly killed the the Tauren. Taking nearly six warriors to restrain him (Howl of terror has so many applications). It wasnt untill Moonsong called his name did he calm down. Though Shorok was watched at blade point he knew he was loosing the battle. Moonsong, having spoke with the archdruid in Thunderbluff proposed something radicical. Take him to Moonglade. The idea was automatically shut down. The idea of a demon, even an unborn one in the Cenarionns home was out of the question. But after debating, Moonsong gave the idea that Shorok would be better able to learn to control his demonic..Primal side with the druids. When becoming a Druid of the Claw its not a clean cut between personalitys. Sometimes they merg..Other times the animal becomes dominate. Though its very ush ush. Many Druids have attacked teachers and loved ones. Filled with the intent of the beast with in. Finnaly Moonsong and Shorok were sent to Moonglade. Felwood....

     Moonsong just recently learned to shape into her lioness form. Something in the back of Shoroks mind registerd her as a pack leader. He metioned this to her, She had no idea.. Besides The Burning Legion. No one really knew the demonic culture.. Even if one truly existed. Like clock work Shorok would re-cast his Demon armor. Untill Moonsong suggested that maybe bathing himself in fel was not the best idea. He agreed, though reluctant. He dismissed his armor. Only to be taken back. Though the aura, the strength did fade from him. The thin scaled layer of the spell remained across his skeleton phrame. Delicate and easily torn. Shorok discoverd that his bones had been carved with runes, glyphs, Runes of power. He tried to ripp off all of skin.. Only to scream out in pain. Gripping his body at the foot of Felwood, with Moonsong bending over him. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of sulfur. The smell of Shoroks blood searing and poisoning the ground. With out thinking, Moonsong casted a regen on him. Shorok's body absorbed the Natural Magick. He growled up at Moonsong as his demonic side kicked in. Attacking her, yearning for her magick. They fought... Only untill Moonsong again called his name in desperation did a mental barrier seem to erect around his primal side.  With out calling him Belnak (Voidwalker) came from the Shadows and nether. Moonsong began to tense fearing an attack. It wasnt untill, Belnak physically restrained Shorok. That she realised the demons intent. Taken back by Belnak's actions. Shorok began to retort with a spell. Only did Belnak's look of concern did he stop. His family knew better what was happening to him then he did. Shorok wonderd how many demons had once been something else.. Once been something then they were. And were now someting else. In some way's Shorok throught.. They were not so diffrent from the Scourge. Or the orcs back in their homeland. The Burning Legion had come promising power. Like the fools they were they took it. Not realising the mistake on others, an themselves. Shorok was becoming a monster. But he swore his mind would remain. It would not be taken. He was better then this. So Belnak watching Shorok.. The three of them walked into Felwood...

   Not to soon after visiting Felwood. Moongsong, and Shorok with Belnak came upon a Furbolg(Teddy bear!)) Unshaken by Shorok or Moongsong. He appraised them both in peace. Asking for their help. It was a trade on trade result. For if they could win over the Bolg then they could pass through Timbermaw. When they had accomplished the Bolgs tasks. He askes them to visit his brother Torgon at the entrance to Timbermaw. Paying their respects they moved onward. Each day that passed, Shorok began to become more. Transformed. The energy in the area crawling into every portion of his mind, body, and soul. Moongsong worried for him. Belnak keeping a watchfull eye. They came upon an outpost for the Cenarion Circle. From afar the circle mistook Shorok for a demon! Nearly striking him down in fear for Moonsong. After a brief discussion they welcomed them. Offering their apologies and prayers for Shorok in his search for a cure. They asked if they could stay and help in the duties around. Moonsong said no. But Shorok said yes, Earning a glare from Moonsong.

  "If we dont take the time to help others, Then how are we ever going to save ourselves"?

  Moongsong grumbled at his logic and agreed.

  

((To be continued! I have more! Just not more time!:P))

 

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