User:Odylia/Theodrik

Information
Name: Theodrik Ironbeard

Race: Dwarf

Class: Hunter

Guild: The Boomstick Gang

Realm: Feathermoon

Biography
Theodrik took a last pull on his pipe and pulled the stem from his mouth. He tamped the pipeweed ashes into the fireplace and tucked his still warm pipe into a pocket in his waistcoat. The dwarf squared his shoulders and spoke clearly. “Well, ya’ asked a bit about meself. So here I be, tae talk about meself.”

“My people are Ironbeards. A venerable clan who have long been loyal to the Bronzebeards. I was born around fifty years afore now, in the Ironbeard clanhold located in the mountains south of Anvilmar. My younger years were good ones. I grew up in a large family that were part of a prosperous clan. In mah younger days mah heart were filled wit idleness and mah head was consumed only with thoughts of ale, song, and Dwarven lasses. Ah managed tae avoid doing much at all for the first few decades of my life, but aroun’ the time of my thirtieth year there were an unfortunate (or tae me way of thinkin’ at tha time, fortunate, but mayhap a wee bit ill advised) incident with myself and the daughters of a few of the Clan Wardens. So, ah found myself, shall we say, “encouraged” tae spend a bit of time in tha King’s Army.

Normally, no such a bad thing, but ah happened to march into Ironforge and enlist a few short weeks afore news came that a vast Horde had come out of eastern Azeroth and sacked Stormwind. Well anyone who know the history o’ tha Wars knows that the early part of the Second War was a dark time for the dwarves and our gnomish cousins. We spent mos’ of our time harrying tha Horde to allow tha throngs of refuges tha time they needed tae seek shelter behind tha stout gates o’ Ironforge. Once we joined the Alliance proper, things started to look up a bit. In time tha War came to an end, but victory came at a high cost. Tha War were a time of sadness and loss. Ah do no like tae speak of it, and so ah shall no speak on it any more.

In the aftermath of the wars there were much work tae be done in rebuilding and rounding up tha last bands of orcs an such. It seemed all too short a time before we were again hearing tidings of a threat to the Alliance an mah unit were sent to the north to Lordaeron. Tha next few months were a blur, fighting tae contain a plague, and then tha horrors of the Scourge. No matter how hard we fought victory seemed beyond our grasp, an soon there came a time when we were ordered to flee to the west. But mah commander wouldnee abandon our home. We feared the Scourge would sweep down into Khaz Modan. Though we feared they would be unstoppable, we couldnee abandon our home an kin. If we were to die, it would be as dwarves, fighting tae keep our homeland safe and free.

And so as many o’ tha remaining Alliance forces set out fer tha west, we sailed south to Khaz Modan. Those were hard times. There were much to be done preparing for another siege. But nothing came. An’ so we waited. In time there came news of a fierce battle across the sea, of a tenuous truce, and of a new Alliance city taking shape.

Since the end of what we now know as the Third War, ah have traveled quite a bit, and spend most o me time continuing to serve the needs o’ tha Alliance as duty calls tae me. Ahm no sure what tha future ‘as in store fer me, but ahm sure tha wit me boar at me side an the Boomsticks at me back, I’ll meet any challenge tha comes me way.”

Resources
For more information on Theodrik Ironbeard, please see his self-introduction on The Boomstick Gang website: []