User:Elofan/Mices Story

=Mice's Story= The story of Mice, my main alt and main Horde charachter. And Xyinara, its Mice not Mickey!

Birth to age 10
Mice was born as Mice. Just Mice. Born in Stromgarde, he was orphaned at a young age, and no one had a name for him. He got his name from his tendancy to keep mice as pets. He was taken in to the makeshift orphanage in the royal keep. In his 9 years at the orphanage, he only made but one friend, The prince Galen Trollbane. About the same age, the prince a year older, Mice and Galen became best friends. The pair discovered a love in both of them: exploring. This is how Mice's only other friend was met. Mice and Galen explored the richer part of the city, after having discovered all of the secrets the keep had. They met a boy a year older than Mice named Fredrick Rowwe, or as they called him, Freddie. About a month later they were in the poorer side of town. While the trio wasn't looking a peasant grabbed the prince. Freddie went away to get help, while Mice was left to do somthing about it. He look for somthing to throw around the ground. He found a rock heavy enough to throw fast while causing damage. He threw it at the peasant's head. He fell unconsious and let go of the prince. Galen told his father and Mice was rewarded with quarters in the palace.

Age 11 to 16
Mice lived in those quarters for 6 years. At age eleven, Mice decided he wanted to become a mage when he grew older when Galen gave him a magic set. Mice spent long nights playing with that, learning how to make tiny images appear on his hand and walk around, and such. In the next few years untill 16 nothing in Mice's life happend that was very interesting. At age 16, after learning more magic and studying serously about becoming a mage, he and Freddie said farewell to Prince Galen to leave for Stormwind Keep. Freddie wanted to become a Warrior and Mice, A mage. Not wanting to go to Dalaran (damn wimp) for he felt the pressure would be to high. Plus he liked the company of his best friend. And so they set off to Stormwind. When they got there a week later, They stayed at an Inn in stormwind untill they found their appropriate trainers, the next day. When they woke up to find their trainers. Mice found his (not hard to miss) and headed to the Mage District. He climbed the tower and entered the Wizard's Sanctum. He saw several trainers. Walked up to the nearest one and inquired about begginers mage training. He gestured to a man in the corner. He had a beard and a long blue robe, with a gnarled staff in his hand. Mice walked over to him.

"I'm here to-"

"Yes... begginers mage training."

"How did you-"

"Know?" The old man finished for him. "All Magi have a connection with each other. The one you talked to told me about you coming to me."

"Damn, I'm gona love being a mage" Mice thought out loud.

For the next month Mice trained with the man while meeting with his friend every evening after eachother training. One night they had a conversation...

"So, Freddie, how are you liking your warrior training?"

"It's nice, I'm learning how to defend myself, how to weild swords properly, and how not to get killed. Master Hogmare is one hell of a teacher"

"Hogmare?"

"Yeah its his name... Hey come to mention it, you never told me your masters name!"

"Well, I never asked him..."

"How odd, Its been almost a month and you don't know your trainers name..."

"I'll ask him tommorrow..."

Mice dozed off. The next day, at Mice's training, he asked his masters name.

"My name? Shouldn't you already know? Well I suppose I haven't tought you mind reading yet... It's William Dygrain."

"Master Dygrain..." Mice tried it out

"What?"

"Nevermind..."

Age 17 to 21
The next year of Mice's life was very uninteresting; training, training, going home, sleeping, more training

It was at age 18 when Mice got drunk. Unfortunaley for many squirrels and woodland creatures around the Mage District, Mice had learned a new fire spell. There are still fur-less squirrels in Stormwind to this day.

At age 20 Prince Gaelen came down to visit Mice for his birthday. But Mice could see that somthing was wrong, and even Fred had sensed it too. The prince gave Mice gold and the keys to a new alehouse and began to leave, but Mice had stopped him.

"Why do you leave so early, friend?"

"I hate to tell you this but- our home has fallen. We controll only half of the city now. A guild of theives known as the Syndicate, made of old Alterac and Arathi nobles, has taken over a majority of the city. The area where you and I grew up is overrun. We now only controll the Church area and the Mage Tower area."

Mice was stunned by all this news hitting him at once

"But what about your-"

"My father? He was assasinated by the group." he choked out. Mice gasped.

The Prince left Mice in shock and rode away. The next 5 years of Mice's life was filled with drinking and killing. And training, can't forget training.

Age 22 to Undeath age 1
At age 25, Mice bought a horse to ride. He wanted to take back Stromguarde by himself, so he rode alone from Stormwind to Stromguarde. He arrived a few weeks later.

"HO!" he called out to a guard near the entrance.

"hmm?"

"where can I find the syndicate?"

"Hahha! This fellow asks where to find the Syndicate! There all over the place, me lad! Although there have been reports of Syndicate leaders to the north, south of Andorhol!"

"Thank 'ee, my kind man!" And he rode off to north.

Mice rode up to a small camp with a hut and a gnomish man with gryphons. There were a few men and women with jet tabbards with a white sun in the middle. I asked if they were setting up an offense against the syndicate, seeing they had many war supplies with them. A man called out to Mice

"The Syndicate? Why would we bother with them? They're the least of our propl'ms now!'

"Wha?"

"Thars a new pluage going around. The victims die... Then turn undead!"

"My god! Where can we find them?"

"Andorhol, Thats their main base as we can see at the moment. Just take a switch through the old Graveyard and take the path north. Be wary though, they pose a tough fight, even for a man of your stature in a bunch of bath robes!" He guffawed the last few words out.

Discarding the mans words, he rode to Andorhol. It was the last thing he did before awakening into undeath. Mice was slewn by a Lich, named Araj. =Undeath=

Undeath age 1 to Undeath age 15
Mice awoke, as most undead do, in a crypt. The crypt was just outside of Andorhol. When he awoke, he was a servant of the Lich King, before he had merged with Arthas. Some of the undead noticed this, most of all, the former Ranger General of Silvermoon, Sylvanas Windrunner. Mice was an undead who gained the will to follow her, as she reminded Mice of a friend in the living, also an elf.