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I am now Jooseman, the Artist formerly known as Jonith, and I have stopped using the name Jonith regularly (however do still have many accoun named Jonith, so go by both) as it got confusing, So call me Jooseman or Joose or whatever. Call me TwatBucket if it pleases you.

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Saturday, 4 June 2011

Another Wow Update

A change of plan for our World of Warcraft post, I now cannot buy Cataclysm for a while, so I cannot review all the new areas for 80+ instead, me and Daniel, will try our best at roleplaying, and what we are doing now is coming up with characters backstories. Oh and did I mention that I think roleplaying is for lonely men, one step before commiting suicide with a sex doll, well that's important.

So lets get on with this... Please kill me now, all you making me do this are as nad as the Nazis, without the genocidal bits.


A young commoner growing up in Gilneas, Jonith saw his country ravaged by war, torn asunder and transform into that of realm of monsters. Jonith fled across the wilderness, away from the god forsaken place, vowing never to return. However, at his arrival into Stormwind after many months of hard travelling, he had no money and was in desperate need for a job. After weeks of searching he found one with a company called the Defias Brotherhood, who he had never heard about, and they quickly put him to work. It was a few days later when a squad of Stormwind guards burst through the door, arresting all in the room including him, for something he did unknowingly, and throwing him into the Stormwind Stockade, where he had to fight for respect, and his meals, with his other inmates.

Personality- Jonith is a cynical, hating person, who finds it hard to get along with anybody, causing many arguments and fights. Taught at a young age that the light would not help anybody, so never to trust anything holy, he believes the only things that matter in life are money and fighting.

Alignment- An anti-social person who trys to keep his distance from everybody else. He is a strong beleiver in the old Lordaeron Empire, and is distrustful of it's successor The Alliance, especially after the prejudice and arrest he recieved while in Stormwind.
He turned his back on his former countrymen in Gilneas after the curse which afflicted them, beleiving them to be nothing better than the bugs which crawl through the Undercity.
He also hates all forms of Undead, scourge or Forsaken, who had wiped out most of his fellow humans in his homeland.


Born into royalty, Pordit was the heir to the throne of Ironforge. His time seen came and became the much loved King Pordit the Merciful of Ironforge. His entire kingdom was happy under his reign, but not his family. Magni Bronzebeard, Pordit's nephew, was greatly jealous of his uncle's crown. Together with some other traitors he organised a fake plot to send Ironforge's money and weapons to the villainous Dark Iron dwarves. Then, when all was ready, Magni stepped forwards into Ironforge and "revealed" the plot. And, because of evidence he had left at the HQ of the plot, Pordit was wrongly implicated as the leader. Pordit and the traitors were sent to Stormwind Stockade at the behest of Magni, who wanted his uncle nowhere near Ironforge or Dun Morogh again. Pordit was strong and tough, but suffered much persecution in the Stockade, because he was a dwarf and the rest were human. Everyday became a fight for survival.

Personality - Pordit remains very strong willed, unlikely to ever back down. His desire for revenge fuels him in his fights, and is a staut realist. Pordit's faith in the Light is unshakeable, having been a paladin in his early life. However he stopped training as a paladin when a love for ranged weapons and animals took him. Ever since he was expressed a deep love and interest in "hunting".

Alignment - Pordit remains a realist, and even though he has lost almost all of his strength over the years in prison, he believes everyone should be given a chance. His years as a paladin have taught him a firm hatred of anything undead, and as the former King of Ironforge his support for the Alliance is unwavering. No matter his strength or position, Pordit fights for the honour of the Alliance and the defeat of the Horde.

How They Met

Aside from both being thrown into the Stockade, there was nothing between Pordit and Jonith. Pordit just thought Jonith was another criminal, and Jonith had learned from childhood never to trust anyone, so they had virtually no interactions. Then, one day, 6 months into their sentences, Jonith attacked the Defias. He had been planning carefully for 6 months, gaining their trust again before pouncing. He killed a Defias prisoner with a smashed bowl, but not before the huge monster in the Stockade, the ogre Hamhock had a chance to deal with Jonith. Before the ogre could deal a killing blow with his giant fist, Pordit used whatever strength remained in his body to fight and stave off the huge beast. Barely conscious, Pordit lay a hero. Jonith, having sworn a debt of gratitude to his savour, nursed him back to health. Over the months Jonith and Pordit became good friends, each telling the other about their dark past. Eventually, the two worked out a deal. As well of a debt of gratitude, Jonith swore he would help Pordit regain his crown, and in return Pordit promised he would assist Jonith's efforts in bringing down the Defias Brotherhood. The day they shook hands on their deal, there was a revolt in the Stockade, and in the confusion many prisoners escaped from the prison, including Jonith and Pordit. Exhausted and weakened, the two had lost all of their former strength. They took refuge in the place Pordit felt certain he would be protected, and the place where Jonith knew no one would look for him: Northshire Abbey.

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