Kim'Jael
The Past
”Another Night... Another Stinking night on the streets...”
This
is what i know: When the scourge came my parents when to defend the sun
well, they never came back... As to why my only ges is that they where
brutishly murdered by the bag of bones servants of the scourge. As i
had no surviving family i had to be sent to a orphanage, And as the
soldiers came to get me, as quick act of desperation and fear i grab
some thing so that i i cod make a last stand to stay in my house, as i
was young i did not see what i grabbed, was just a red piece of cloth.
And now that is the only thing that i have left from a long lost home.
And
as i grabed the cloth i fell back words and hit my head, i fainted. The
last sound i herd from my home was the braking of a urn agenst my head.
When
we arrived at the orphanage they ask for my name, as i was very afraid
and tired after walking so much i dident remember my name... i hade
lost it some how when i fell and hit my head... So i was given one buy
the stupid human at the orphanage... Kim'Jeal it means “Small Rat” in
Thalassian. And after the Sunstrider went to outland... The Human in
the orphanage got a dagger in his back...
After that i
lived on the streets... Trying to survive in Silvermoon city, All the
crazy elf's and so called “Thistleheads” are in there and most of them
are so totally corrupt by there hunger for magic... that they do any
thing for it... It hasent bin a night that either some crazy “crack”
elf or Magic addict dosent try to loot me or hurt me or just saying
things... They say things that makes no sense... at all.
That was what the night told me... And yet i survived sane and... alive.
I
have rested in many places in side Silvermoon, falcon square, And
outside the walls... That is where all that is evil is forced by nature
to violence. This is the world that i grew up in and i know it well.
Its not easy here in the streets of Silvermoon even tho the nice walls
and the tidy guards there are people in the shadows that you cant
see... But they see you, And i know what it is like to be there... To
get cloths and to get food is very hard... But to actually get a
dagger... It takes a lot of pick pocketing and a lot of luck....
This is what i know...
My
training started in the streets and that's where i tock my first steeps
and that is where i got my skills, And i am Proud of being Blood Elf!
Even many of us are hunch backs, magic addicts, Crazy and blood
thirsty. I love these lands and these houses, we Quel'Dorai where
broken by the legion the only force capable of brining us down...
So far my travels in the world have bin good... As i travel to understand what my family was and to restore my Family honer...
If we ever had any.
”Another
Night... Another Stinking night on the streets, I have to get out of
here... I have to find the family i never had... Will i have help along
the way, Or do i have to dig in to the heart of cold death it self to
find those who gave me life?”
Subject: This is Kim :D! Help me! 
Tue 22 Jan 2008, 11:24
