The Story of Unamithil

[Siph]

Well, this is an closed rp thread... As some of you guys know, and some of you don't, I had an undead priest on our old server.
Well, this is his story. Let's start with a prologue, and chapter 1!

More to come shortly
Feel free to comment on anything

[Siph]

Prologue

Now standing here is aching him a bit. He was once one of them. Once human, but now only the rotten flesh covers his remains. But the forsaken undead and the humans doesn’t come together that well.
Unamithil looks around, while his new found friends in front of him are charging the people on the other hill. He is about to cast a protective shield on his friend Athragor, when a sharp sound occurs and pain is blasting through the back of his head.
Unamithil falls and everything around him goes black.

[Siph]

Chapter 1: A Family is Growing

The birds are singing in the sky. It’s a beautiful day like any other in Darrowshire. But inside a little house a woman is screaming while her body aches. Her husband, Pete, is standing by her side and holding her hand.
“Just push a little bit more, Moria”, the doctor says. He is standing between her legs and helping the little boy to the world.
Finally the birth is over and Pete hands over his son to his mother.
“He is so beautiful”, he declares.
“His name should be Unamithil, after his great grand father”, Moria says.
And Unamithil was born and named.

Years went by and Unamithil got a sister, called Asibia, and a brother called Vattic. The little family lived in happiness in many years. Unamithil, as the oldest one, was always very kind, and took care of his brother and sister when they got in trouble. He always put others needs before his own.

He spent a lot of his spare time, when he wasn’t helping at home, at a little church near Darrowshire. The church was called Light Hopes Chapel, and Unamithil was very fascinated about the local priest, McAllister, who performed miracles (at least seen through a little boy’s eye) by healing people who got injured. Unamithil decided at a very young age that he wanted to help people and maybe one day to become as powerful as McAllister.
McAllister was very glad about getting help from Unamithil, and taught him some small healing spells. Unamithil was getting quite good at the small spells, so McAllister prepared a small present for him.
“Here, Una! Take this letter and deliver it to inn in Darrowshire. My old friend will be waiting for it”.
“I will, father. May your day be pleasant”, Una replied and went back to Darrowshire to deliver it.
What Una didn’t knew, was that the letter was to the archbishop in Stormwind and that the reply would arrive at his 18th birthday.

[Gigus]

You have a way with words Snow...

[Siph]

Well, I can delete the entries, so no worries! It's not wasted.. Muhahaha!!

[Gigus]

Delete this then, but still gets +1 for meh!

[trusetyven]

just lol . =D

[Lightreaver]

Lol Una's been neglected