LorvexusRathoreanGuest
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re: The story of Lawrence "Little Larry" Dillon.
 by Rathorean on 2010/01/13 11:45 pm
In life, Lawrence Dillon, was a small man who worked in the courthouse in Andorhol. He was a mere processing clerk, who saw to the paperwork caused by the usual riff raff who found themselves on the opposite side of the law, landing themselves in jail. After hours, he spent his time alone in his study, mixing chemicals, plants, and other ingregiants together. He had no wife, or children, and few friends.
When the plauge struck, he was infected with the rest of his office. A local vandal had partaken of the grain before commiting an act of violence. Bringing him into the jailhouse doomed them all. The moment Larry recognized the signs of his own infection, he dashed home and tried his best to come up with an antidote. A sample of the grain, some flaked living essence, and leaf of a Gromsblood plant, were the contents of the potion he consumed that day. Soon after, he was wracked with pain as he fought the conversion, but eventually his mind fell still and silent.
He awoke some time later in a pile of other plagued citizens, in a dark damp crypt. Lit only by a single candle sconse, he could see his form had deteriorated and changed. He had no pulse, but he could still move. He also remembered everything about his former life. Perhaps it was his potion, perhaps it was something else. Yet, he lived. If one could call this living.
Over the next few weeks, he learned about his new life, and choose a new career among the Forsaken. He never recalled actually being in the service of the lich king, nor did he believe he ever actually was. Something...has spared him. Was it his own will? The potion? or something else? This question gnawed at him greatly untill he made the decision to train endlessly and tirelessly untill the day when he could confront the lich king himself, and put an end to any doubt he may have about himself.
This is his purpose.
With his newfound control over fel demons, his love for alchemy, and a lot of guts (despite missing a few of his own), he took a new name for himself. He was no longer Lawrence Dillon, but Lorvexus, the Warlock.
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