Name: Nazkhur Iceblood
Class: Death Knight
Level: 60
Tell us something about your playing experience: Stuff happened, it was fun.
Tell us something about your roleplaying experience: IC stuff happened, it was fun
Yes I'm back with another character. Better story and already out lvled Nazmokra.
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
Nazkhur reached adulthood the year the Orcish Clans moved into the Hellfire Citadel. Born into the Bleeding Hollow Clan she was trained to fight and had some natural talent in the use of blades.
It was during one training session that she would catch the eye of Rakmok, a new warlock from the Shadowmoon Clan. He would play many visits to the training grounds to watch Nazkhur.
Nazkhur wasn’t as naïve as many of the Orcs around her. She knew that the warlocks were dangerous and that refusing them wasn’t the best way to stay alive. So when Rakmok asked her to be his mate she agreed to be, but more out of fear than love.
Rakmok wanted an heir to teach his great power to and to this end he would beat Nazkhur if she refused to sleep with him when he demanded. Nazkhur was more thankful that he used violence rather than using his demonic magic on her. This relationship continued right up to the opening of the Dark Portal.
After the Portal was opened Nazkhur was sent to the front as a wolf rider for her Clan. Rakmok on the other hand was held back on Draenor by Gul’dans orders, but as the first attack on Stormwind failed more help was needed and Rakmok was summoned to Azeroth. As the First War continued Nazkhur tried to stay at the front as much as possible to avoid her mate, he seemed to grow even more violent and wouldn’t speak of his work with the Shadow Council.
After the Second War everything changed. The revolt by Doomhammer and the slaughter of the Shadow Council that would follow would see the end of Rakmok’s life and in that moment Nazkhur felt free at last. The freedom wouldn’t last long as Gul’dan raised the Hordes Death Knights. Rakmok came back in the body of a human knight and sort Nazkhur. Nazkhur tried to fight back this time and escaped from his grasp. Not skilled in his new form Rakmok was beaten to the ground by Nazkhur. As she left he promised to take his revenge for such an insult to his might.
With Doomhammer now the Warchief of the Horde a new offensive was planned. The Horde would push north into Khaz Modan and then on into Lordaeron. Knowing this the Dwarves were already prepared to meet the Horde. Many of them had retreated to Ironforge but some had been ordered to support the defences at gateways such as Dun Algaz. The progress of the Horde into Khaz Modan was smooth and resistance was low. The Bleeding Hollow Clan would play a roll in the attack at Dun Algaz and Nazkhur was in the thick of it. For hours the Horde battered at the gates before breaking through, but the Dwarves were waiting. As the melee began Nazkhur took an axe blow to the chest, just below the ribcage. Her armour took much of the blow but the axe ripped through it and into her flesh. Badly wounded she was dragged back from the fighting by her wolf.
As Dun Algaz fell to the Horde, Nazkhur was at a near by camp slowly bleeding to death. As she started to feel her life slip away Rakmok burst into her tent. The Death Knight watched over her with a grin on his face as she slipped away. This however was not to be her end. As her spirit began to break free it was pulled back into her corpse. Back from the brink of oblivion, Nazkhur heard the arrogant voice of Rakmok in her mind. He had brought her back to serve him in death.
Unable to defy his will, she was forced into an endless torment of servitude. Use and abused for the duration of the Second War, Nazkhur was left feeling helpless; a pawn in a game someone else made.
The War had started to go badly for the Horde however. They had failed to take Lordaeron and were being pushed back into Khaz Modan. Keen to save himself, Rakmok fled into the mountains of Dun Morogh with his minion and watched as the Horde suffered defeat after defeat.
Years past and the hatred with Rakmok remained as strong as before. Over the years from the end of the Second War to the Scourges first world wide offensive, Nazkhur would be beaten, raped and abused in any other way Rakmok thought up. Hope was not all over however. Nazkhur had regained much of her free will over the years and as the Scourge laid siege to Ironforge she took her chance. As Rakmok sat in meditation she pounced at him from across the cave with made up their shelter. Wrapping her thighs around his neck crushed it before ripping the head away. In the blood fury that followed she ripped his remains apart with her bare hands, leaving a bloody, meaty mess.
With him dead Nazkhur ran. Her undeath was spotted by the scourge however and they were soon after her. Slaughtering their minions with no effect it took them much time before they finally captured her. Taken to a necropolis her free will would be stolen again as she was pulled into the icy grip of the Lich King.
She would trained her none stop for years before the Lich King launched a second global offensive. As well as targeting each major city he also turned his attention to the Scarlet Crusade. What followed was a slaughter that made purge of Stratholme look like an accident with a butter knife.
Bond to the will of the Lich King, Nazkhur spread death through the land, but his strong was weakening over her. She started to see into his own past, she learned what Ner’zhul had done before his imprisonment at Ice Crown. Angered by this already, when the Death Knights were sent to their deaths at Light’s Hope Chapel, she was quick to turn against the Scourge.
As the Death Knights broke free and formed the Ebon Blade, Nazkhur planned to head to the home of the Horde and start a new life…one to settle the debts and go back to the time before the corruption spread by Ner’zhul and Gul’dan.
cant wait!
