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re: Ravencraft

((This will be a post about a few of my own characters and their backstories.))


The Fall of Gilneas 

Tyffani and her mother, Relarra sat, huddled in the basement of the small home that she shared with her mother and father in Gilneas. Their home was with in the merchant square, as they had a small shop upstairs where they tended to sell gizmos and toys of sorts on the main floor of their home. But the pristine little shop that belonged to the Ravencrafts was in a state of complete disarray. Where a shelf full of small delicate contraptions once sat, now a smashed pile of metal and wood sat. The counter where the til was kept was completely on it's side. The door of the basement was under attack by a trio of worgen, intent upon getting in at the two women with every fiber of their being, it seemed. Tyffani could hear their claws scraping at the seemingly fragile wooden door leading down the staircase. 

Suddenly, the worgen burst through, Teeth glistening, claws flashing, dark fur bristled. They lunged at the two women, who were now on their feet. Relarra sent a flash of flame at the beasts, managing to nail one dead in the chest. It fell to the ground, a smoking hole in it's sternum. The other two snarled angrily at this, and lunged. One of them Caught Tyffani by her left fore arm, and the other knocked Relarra to the ground, now on top of her. Tyffani sent a blast of flame into the worgen that grasped her arm so tightly, but it didn't seem to bother it. It only growled more ferociously and began to drag her away. Tyffani screamed, terrified, as her mother sent an almighty blast of flame into the worgen that remained on top of her. The worgen was blown back, though it could hardly be caleld a worgen now. What remained was a charred husk that resembled a worgen. Her mother raced after her, but the worgen was now dragging Tyffani out the door of the shop, into the street where more raging worgen and panicked Gilneans ran amok. Relarra got to the door of the shop in time to see the worgen drag Tyffani into an alley way. She charged after her, robes flapping ridiculously as she pursued the beast. She roudned the corner to find more worgen, too many.. The worgen who had grabbed her daughter remained still apart from it's group, however and Relarra took advantage of this. She managed to nail it with a fireball to the face, making it drop her daughters now torn up arm. Tyffani groaned in pain as she tried to get up and way from the beasts. Her mother pulled her away and into a nearby cellar, barricading the door as she did. Tyffani looked at her mother in awe. She and her mother were both Fire witches, but her own ability seemed moot in comparison to her mother's. The human woman seemed stronger than ten men as she hefted barrels and barrels of wine from with in the cellar in an attempt to barricade them in. Once she was satisfied, she turned to her daughter. 

"Let me see it." she demanded, holding out her hand toward Tyffani's torn up arm. She was bleeding quite badly. She pressed on it in a few areas, and Tyffani winced, biting her lips in an attempt not to cry out. 

"This needs to be seen to.. immediatly.." Relarra seemed to be considering something.

"We have no healers or doctors, mother..." Said Tyffani sounding stressed as the blood still flowed fairly freely from the wound. Relarra took her daughter's arm into her hands firmly, "You're right. We have one option. This is going to hurt." She let go of her arm for a moment, tearing off a portion of her robes, and pushing it into Tyffani's face, "Bite this." she told her, and realization came across Tyffani's features, as well as dread. She took the cloth into her free hand and stuffed it into her mouth, and looked away. 

Relarra gripped Tyffani's hand in on hand, and held the other over the bleeding bite wound. A small flame appeared in her palm. She compelled it to shoot out, searing the already damaged flesh on her daughters arm. Tyffani whined, unable to contain herself. The pain was unbearable. 

Tyffani fainted.


Hours later.. perhaps days? She wasn't sure. Tyffani awoke in what was possibly the most uncomfortable position she could imagine. She had been stuffed into a broom closet of sorts. Her arm burned as she moved, and feeling of it, she found it to be bound in cloth, presumably torn from her mother's robes. She felt around until she found a door knob, and managed to let herself out. She immediately regretted it. The scene before her was a cellar full of smashed wine casks and barrels, and the floor was covered in a combination of rancid booze and... blood. 

Tyffani retched. Panic flooded her mind as well as anxiety. 

Then something began to happen. As her emotions over took her, her bones began to shift and crack in their sockets. She looked at her hands in panic to realize they were growing redish colored fur, and her fingers were growing claws. She hunched over as more fur began to cover her skin, and her robes began to rip. 

The next thing she knew was she needed to escape. Escape, escape, escape. Her panicked mind threw her onto all fours, where she sprinted from the cellar, now consumed by her panic and anxiety.


She didn't fully know it yet, but her life had just been changed indefinitely. She had been given the purity, whether she had wanted it or not.

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