Story: The History of Lord Xennith

Alongside my How To series following my newbie Worgen Xennith on his road to riches, I’m also going to post an rp/fan fic version of his story. I had thought about posting an RP intro to each post, but it got too long and I didn’t want to force it on anyone who wasn’t interested. But I think Lord Xennith is an interesting guy and I wanted to write about him. So if any of you Auctioneers also like a good yarn, then you can follow his fictional adventures in this series. All these posts will be marked ‘Story’.

Whoever said that Wow gold making can’t be creative?

It is not easy to start again from the beginning, to fall from the grace of comfort and plenty to find oneself penniless and friendless in a strange city.

My name is Xennith Ambrosius; Lord Xennith Ambrosius in fact, although the title is meaningless now. I am scion of a great and noble family, once greatly respected in Gilneas. My father and mother were often to be found attending on the king and queen at court. My mother was a lady-in-waiting to Queen Mia, who held her in high favor. My father was an important advisor to the King, though even in those day, they disagreed about many matters. But we children knew nothing of that. We were sheltered and protected, free to enjoy the benefits of our family’s rank and position.

Then came The Wall and The Northgate Rebellion. My father joined Crowley in his treason and I, idealistic young man that I was, supported his choice. I had been dabbling in the mercantile arts, funded by my father of course, and found that I had quite a skill for it. But I was swayed by starry-eyed chatter about the dangers of isolationism and of taking our rightful place in the Lordaeron Alliance. My young head was turned by the wonders of the wider world beyond our nation.

I spoke against the king and his wall and when civil war came, I fought alongside the rebels. There I saw the Greymane strike down my father in battle and lost many friends to his loyalists. We lost the day, of course and Crowley was captured and imprisoned. They took my mother and sisters too, for the crime of being related to traitors. I avoided capture and slunk into shameful hiding.

When the wild worgen struck, I had sunk deep into despair. But the chaos of their assault roused me. I attempted to gain entry to the Stoneward Prison to rescue my family but I found no trace of them. The beasts were everywhere and were soon joined by invading Forsaken. As the city fell. I fought desperately to reach the main group of refugees, hoping my mother and the girls were with them.

I remember the bite still. There was almost no pain compared to my other injuries, which were severe by then. But there was no mistaking the curse as it spread through my veins. The fury I felt bore no comparison to any rational anger I felt at my family’s fate or my own. It was something very different; blind, unthinking, bestial. It saved me though. The beast escaped that mad city where the man would have fallen.

Like many others, I was given refuge by the Night Elves who treated my injuries and my curse; at least enough that I could retain some sanity. I was in full control of my anger now and I knew where it should be directed.

I took ship to Darnassus with the other refugees, but my family were not among them. It did not take me long to realize that this place was not where I needed to be. Maybe it is the Worgen in me, but my grief was a distant thing, my fury was immediate. But I knew that the time for vengeance would come later.

Those I blamed were too powerful for me, a destitute refugee, to touch. I would need allies and I would need power. I recalled my trading successes as a spoiled noble’s son and determined what my path would be. I would become so wealthy that I could buy any ally I wanted, all the power I needed. I would be respected, rich and influential. No one would ever suspect my real goals.

It soon became clear to me that the Night Elves were not a people well versed in commerce. When I heard that the Greymane had sailed to Stormwind to be a lapdog of Varian Wrynn, I sold the few valuables that I had managed to save and paid for passage to the great Alliance capital. Here there was great opportunity for someone like me. And I would be able to keep Genn Greymane close to hand.

He is first on my list.