Fikkle Beginnings, Resolutions and a Little Late Night Lore

Hey there internets, how’ve ya been lately?  What do you mean I never call anymore?  Well, you know, work’s been busy lately and we’ve just started drifting apart… Well not really, but work has been busy.  Anyways, I have been brewing up a little something (so to speak) that I’ve been wanting to do for a while.  My sole New Year’s Resolution this year was to get back to my true roots of blogging (in addition to this here fine blog) of Roleplaying.  Fikkle got started on the interwebs with an RP blog that I wrote once or twice a week about, well, Fikkle happenings while he leveled.  He even went on vacation this one time.  He never speaks about that other one time though… You know, the band camp thing.  Ya, its all hush, hush.  (And yes, it took me a month and nine days to follow through with my new year’s resoution… anyways…)

So I’d like to introduce you to my new project: Ashes of Tirisfal.

Ashes of Tirisfal is a name I came up with as the name of a Mage guild for an RP story line that never got off the ground.  Nim and a few others really liked once I explained the background behind it.  For any lore buffs, feel free to skip to the next paragraph, for the non-lore junkies out there that may be a bit curious, The Order of the Tirisfalen was a group of Mages that protected Azeroth from the Burning Legion.  There was one mage in particular that would be assigned to be the guardian and they got all kinds of cool and funky-neat abilities.  Aegwynn was the second to last guardian, with the infamous Medivh being the final guardian.  Because of the whole story behind what happened to Medivh (a discussion for an entirely different post) with his actions being controlled by Sargeras, Medivh killed or had killed, all of the Mages that were part of the Order of the Tirisfalen.  Ashes of Tirisfal was originally planned to be a follow on generation of mages who decided to pick up the torch that was extinguished by Medivh and rebuild from the ashes.  With the introduction of Wrath of the Lich King and the descent that befall Lordaeron as a result of the Scourge, Ashes of Tirisfal seemed even more appropriate.

So, with that said, I’ve wanted to get back to RP’ing.  Since we’re no longer on an RP server, I get enough tells about L2GEARNUB when I run around in my RP costumes and whatnot for screenshots.  That makes the prospect of actually RP’ing in game a bit unattractive, at least at the moment.  Which leaves blogging, which has many advantages.  Now the reason behind a new blog was that not everyone is into RP and I have a lot of RP stories I want to put out there, and I don’t really want to drown out the other info on the blog.  So a new blog made sense from my perspective.  The other thing is, well, this here fine blog is quite literally (and figuratively) named for the Horde.  The story line(s) involved will be completely intertwined between both factions as a true WoW story (hopefully, we’ll see).

The plan for the blog will be to take a few weeks (possibly months) to set up the story and why the characters are now the way they, well, are now…  So there will be a large and involved backstory… Once that has been done, the characters will then all be able to move forward with their current stories in Wrath.  I’m trying as much as possible to maintain a certain chronology to everything, but that is becoming confusing and may not be able to be maintained.  We’ll see.  The major problem I have is that I want to write about a lot of characters.  Okay, but not all of them are 80.  Heck, some are lower than level 10.  In some instances I’m going to want to gear the character to have a certain look about them, and that generally means that they need to be leveled.  So I do plan on leveling as many as I can.  Some may take longer than others to accomplish, but I’ll do what I can. 

In order to kick off every story, I’ve decided to choose one moment in WoW history that seemed appropriate.  Each one of the character’s introduction stories will take place during the events of Warcraft 3 and its expansions.  Some of the backstory will then be built on until I feel I have each of the characters in a good place to move them to Northrend.

So, if you like a bit of story time and are interested in having a read, please drop by Ashes of Tirisfal and have a quick read.

For those of you not interested in RP, well stick around here and you’ll get much more of what we do.  Which at the moment says a whole lot, I know, but give it a week and my crazy work schedule should be returning to some semblance of normal, so we’ll see what happens.

Until then, this has been your Fikkle blogger saying goodbye, and goodnight.

– Fikkle

May the Horde be with you

Fikkle Moves to Orgrimmar

Having spoke to a few of the ‘seedier’ elements in Brill, I realized that I was not the only one that had been ‘changed’ by this Master Apothecary. 

If he’s been doing this to others, then he is either being supported by those in power or has enough power himself that it doesn’t concern him.  Or both.  In any case, I’m going to have a lot of work to do if I’m ever to get to the bottom of this.  Wait, first I need to get out of Tirisfal Glades.

If this Apothecary did have enough power to be capable of this, I needed to get away from his base of power.  If he were to discover what I knew, what I was planning or that I wasn’t worth the trouble to just dump in Deathknell, then I may never get my chance for revenge.  While I never truly liked the smell of Durotar, I knew it would be the place where the Apthecary’s influence would be the weakest.  Of the others contributing factions to the Horde, the Orcs were by far the strongest and most independent.  I would need that strength to protect me until I’m able to protect myself.

For now, the important thing would be to grow stronger.  But there was one thing that I needed to accomplish before I left Tirisfal Glades.  An old informant of mine, Jeremiah Payson sits within the Trade sector, surrounded by his filthy little creatures.  I often paid him for information as he was in a position to hear a great deal of sensitive information on an assortment of topics.  One can never have too much information.  Even if he hasn’t heard anything yet, I could ask him to remain vigilant and contact me the moment something comes up.

So off I ran to the Undercity.  I doubted any would recognize me now that I looked so different.  But I knew the Cockroach vendor would remember our little meetings.

It was the middle of the night when I arrived at the Undercity, but that hardly made any difference.  As many of the Forsaken walk the halls of the city at night as do during the day.  Shrouded in my robes, I was hoping to remain as inconspicuous as possible, and stuck to the shadows. 

It wasn’t really all that difficult to hide, however.  Most of the people running around the city had their own business to attend to.  The guards walked with a singular purpose that was only interrupted if directly questioned.  I was fairly safe, and made my way down to the little nook Jeremiah had made for himself.

After a moment of confusion, Jeremiah recognized my most familiar greeting.  I sat in front of him and there was a moment of silence before he spoke.

“Ahhh, then it hazz happened to you azz well?”

“What do you mean ‘happened to me azz well’, Jeremiah?”

“You know the proceedure,” he stated.  “My payment hazz alwayss been up front.”

“Unfortunately, I wazz robbed in addition to the resst of thiss,” I replied.  “I have very little I could offer you.”

“Perhapss a sseparate arrangement then?” he hissed at me, an evil grin forming in his lips and echoed in his eyes.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked relunctantly.

“Well, you ssee,” he began.  “My little friendss here don’t get many visitors.  I’m going to need ssomeone to help me sell them in other partsss of Azeroth.  You will be my fensse.  In return for a continued agreement, I will provide you with the information you require azz well azz one to keep for yoursself.  And that sshall be part of the deeal.  For how you will you be able to sell theezze little beautiess if you don’t have one yoursself?”

This deal is going from bad to worse by the second.  It’s most likely going to continue down this path much further before its gets better.  If selling these disgusting things is what it takes, then I have little choice.

“You have a deal.  What have you heard?”

“I’ve been hearing whissperzz,” he continued.  “Nobody wantss to ssay it, but people have been going missing, only to wake up again in Deathknell, as one of the Forssaken.”

“Thiss much, I know.  What elsse?”

“Azz far azz talk, I’ve heard nothing more.  And I haven’t had a reazzon to inquire further up until now.  I will make ssome disscreet inquiriezz, however, and let you know what I find.  For now, here iss the firsst sshipment of roaches to be ssold.”

I accepted the small containers and decided that I would try to sell a few on the Auction Houses.  I have no idea how much interest the Alliance would have in these nasty things, but if they are willing to put up their gold, I have no problem taking it from them.  In the meantime, I should get out of the Undercity and get to Orgrimmar.

I ran off to the Zeppelin tower and waited anxiously for it to arrive.  I was almost to safety.

It pulled in within minutes, and I quickly hid myself in the lowest levels.  A few more minutes and I should be out of his reach for now.

And then I was to safety, at least momentarily, arriving at the great city of Orgrimmar, where I planned to rebuild my life and seek my revenge.

To be continued…