Character introduction for Thorek Glimmerstone.
A Throng of Dwarves stood tall, their armor far from shining but clanking in the sinister wind. The undead hordes were pushed back all the way to their cursed home, the former kingdom of Lordaeron. It was not just the Dwarves who felt it, but all members of the Grand Alliance that formed to save the world from the tyranny of death. Thorek marched in front of the Dwarven lines making sure everyone was ready, the scouts warned of another horde of Scourge were coming.
âWhat be the matter?â asking a young Dwarf who was visibly shaking. Shaking his head slightly at the youngâun, They be sendinâ boys with less hair on their face than I got under me arms. he thinks mournfully.
âTh-there be no victory here. How canne we stop such things? We be just fleshââ the young soldier was cut off. Thorek giving him a cuff across the helm.
âOi! I be havinâ none oâ that, not ever. We be the sons oâ Ironforge and we hold the line. I dunne care what monsters come up this hill, we be staying rioght here.â Thorekâs voice rose as he spoke. Stepping back he wanted to address the Throng.
âListen âere all of yous! If ye throw down yer arms, run, hide, and try ta save yer own beard⌠Ye be killinâ yer Kin in the Mountains. Yer Sons, Daughters - all will be torn apart. It falls to us, 'ere and now, ta save not only Ironforge but Stormwind and the lot! If we are ta die today; let it be with weapon in hand, courage in our hearts, Kinsmen at our shoulders, and Iron in our voices! For Azeroth!â The ranks broke out into a cheer, prepared for whatever the Scourge will throw at them.
It was the sound that came first, the confused footfalls of countless rotted feet combined with whatever other abominations march in their ranks. In what seemed like the blink of an eye the two lines smashed into each other. With the first swing of his mace Thorek awoke with a start, covered in a cold sweat. A warm hearth and soft bed reminded him where he was.
It had been years since that fateful day and every night he remembers. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he stands. The threat of the Scourge may have been held back, but things were not safe still. Donning his heavy armor again, shield strapped to his back and axe hanging from his hip Thorek stepped out into the frozen cold of Dun Morogh. One hand closed around a slab of boar jerky, perfect breakfast for these conditions and the other a notice: Criminals are threatening Stormwind, a gang calling themselves the Defias.
âIt be time to go back to work, more than just patrolling the lands surrounding Ironforge. This Order oâ Thorn and RoseâŚâ he trails off to himself, the snow crunching under his ironshod feet. These mountains were his home, but he would travel to the Twisting Nether and back again to save them. âMaybe they be just the ones ta sign up with to do somethinâ about all this nonsense in the world today.â