Today is the day when monsters roam in the Azeroth spreading fear and desperation amongst the living chumpions.
Create a new npc monster from the character above you. What form they take and what are their evil deeds? Where do their spread their fear? What makes you fear them the most?
Please keep it nice with no personal attacks and withing game world. Since there is no poster above me, in Wise Twilunas spirit i do whole forums:
Forums is undersea swarm of green piranhas with glowing red eyes stalking the yuong maidens going for a night swim or late night water pick up. It can appear in any shore area but is often swimming in shores of Eversong Forest. You do not see it coming before it’s too late and behind them they leave just brittle broken boneshards washin ashore for the maidens loved ones to find in the morning.
And burn all the trees in your path, screaming “It wasnt meeeeeeeeee oooOOOOOOOOooooo!!!”
You will roam the lands 1 week a year, burning down the homes of families, leaving them nothing but the clothes on their backs, if that hasent even burn off them yet, some families dont even make it out alive, those poor poor children.
All the screams, the tiny bones, the tiny skulls, big enough to crush then in your hand.
She would go into Orgrimmar as a plain old Bloodelf, wondering the streets scouting the neighborhoods.
At the stroke of midnight she will sneak into houses, and in the occupants sleep, slowly drags a knife across [Censored by Twiluna for realism and not to get a vacation again].
The lifeless and dry body of little Timmy and other children would be hung up on doorways for the awaking citizens of Orgrimmar.
The city wakes to the cries and wail of fathers and mothers
Twiluna was a fierce huntress her only wish was to be wed to her only true love another hunter who she adored and even named her Bow after him.
But one night he turned on her putting a poisoned arrow in her back. Some say this tragedy was just a horrific hunting accident.
But tales say of how the beloved hunter plotted to kill Twiluna to be with another.
Once a year upon the night of her death she walks the forests seeking vengeance against any who carry a bow
The one they call Curser was once a woodcutter who worked hard in the forests of Ashenvale, earning gold to support his loving wife and children. His was a simple yet happy life filled with the joys that fresh air, good health and a loving family bring.
Until the day his homestead was invaded by a small party of human bandits on the run from a failed raid on the nearby village. Though they promised that he and his family would live if they just stayed quiet, these filthy curs were not true to their word and butchered his famaily in front of him with no remorse, leaving him crying on the floor.
For 3 days straight he wept and shook until finally hatred and vengeance overtook grief. He rose and walked to his shed where he picked up his woodcutter axe, and roared a curse upon all those that would prey upon the weak in his forest.
Nobody truly knows which power or deity it was that heard his proclamation, and what bargain was struck,only that in the course of only a few moments his form became brutally twisted and gnarled and his axe burst into a pure red flame which to this day has never been extinguished.
Nowadays he roams the forest, seemingly appearing only to those who have been wronged or seek vengeance. Years of lust and hatred have dulled his sense of right and wrong though and it is said that he would just as soon butcher a helpless peasant stealing an apple to survive as he would a bandit truly deserving of his craven justice.
Take care what you do in the woods, lest you fall foul of the wrath of Curser!
