Server:Uldaman US/Etonlor

Etonlor: Character Biography (IC)
A large figure enters the Inn. Stepping out from the shadow of the doorway you realize the figure is an old Draenei. Even in what appears to be his later years the Draenei is well built and stands as tall as three Dwarves. He looks around the entrance with a tired gaze, he is exhausted and wishes to quench his parched tongue. Propping his giant sword onto his shoulder he makes his way to the bar, the floorboards shook with his every step, creaking under his massiveness. He did not sit, lest he would surely break his seat under his weight and the weight of his ornate heavy armor. He is a Paladin, no doubt. Just by being in his presence you can feel a warmth wrap around you, lifting your own weary spirit to higher grounds. With a mug of ale in his massive hand he sips, oddly. He continues once again scanning the inn, with now a curious look in his eye. In your moment of intrigue his gaze meets yours, and he slowly cracks a radiant smile... so alien. He moves from the bar and walks toward you, passing other looking eyes. He sits next to you on the floor, even so his sheer height makes it so he sits level with you. A conversation begins and in not too long he begins to tell you a story you'll never forget.

"Our kind is very alien to the natives of Azeroth, as you are alien to my kind. Listen to my story so that you may understand more, and next time you meet another of my people you will understand just what we are. May my story reflect the struggle that all of my kind have endured, and may you find a new found friend.

Unlike the natives of Azeroth my kind does not age, even though I may look old, I'm really in the prime of my life. The Light has changed me, and so you would see the same effects on our prophet, Velen. I could very well tell you the story of my life, but to be honest... I have lost track of time! I can only guess my age, which would be around twenty-one thousand years old. Older than that of Azeroth, yes, I'm older than your world. Even in my age I have come to respect this world, because thus far it's the only world that has fended off the Burning Legion not once, but two times! Oh my, where do I start? Let's skip forward about fifteen or so thousand Azerothian years and talk about my time on Draenor.

After thousands of years flying planet to planet running from the foul Legion my people finally made one planet our home. It is there that we found refuge from the Demons. Draenor was a beautiful planet, with much opportunity, but all that is left of it is rubble and sorrow.