A Heretics Tale

Ok, for lack of anything better, I'm finally gonna post my RP tale. I know this blog isn't very WoWrelated right now, but thats just because I have no point to go on WoW right now. ( My max lvl is 60)

The man sat in the front room of the Goldshire inn, where he had been staying for the past week. He had come to Stormwind City looking for a fresh start, but he had found nothing but misery.

He had been born in the town of Everlook, in the snow carpeted land of Winterspring. Named Uther Lightforge, he was named after the great paladin of his name. When he was 12, his mother died tragically of the plague. With his fater dead long ago from the wars, Uther was now an orphan. With nothing left for him in Everlook, he left for Starfall Village, to learn under the druidic Night Elves.

Years later the Elves of Starfall Village had taught Uther all they knew, and he was well on his way to becoming a full fledged druid of Moonglade. With nothing left for him in Winterspring, his mentors sent him back out into the world with instructions to head to the metropolis of Darnassus, to seek further tutalege in the Druidic ways.

He stopped in the sickened forests of Felwood, where he realised his true joy was helping healing the land, wherever it was in plight. He procceded to spend 2 years in Felwood, helping out with the cleanup effort. After 2 years, he realised to better help the land, he needed to complete his Druidic training, and so once again set off for the city of Darnassus.

When he arrived however, he was shunned and rejected by the resident Druids there.

'Humans don't have the right to be Druids', they claimed. 'He would not have the mindset needed to grast the finer points of the art,' they said. Uther stormed from Darnassus in a rage.

From there he wandered the mighty land of Kalimdor, helping the people and healing the land wherever he could. Everywhere he went however, he sound goblins. Sickened by their disrespect and exploitation of the land, he swallowed his pride and returned to Darnassus.

He had long accepted that the 'mighty' druids of Darnassus would not teach him, and so he settled down in the quiet Rut'Theran Village, working as a deckhand on The Bravery, shuttling people to and from Stormwind City.

Eventually, lured by travelers lurid tales of opportunity and adventure, he left Kalimdor for Stormwind. He took up work as a dockworker, lodging at the Goldshire inn. Where he was now. But no matter how far he went, and how long he was gone, he would never forget his beautiful homeland of Kalimdor.