Meet Grampah
So did I mention Argent Dawn is an RP server? I did? Good.
Of course every RP server I’ve been on has had its naysayers. The ones who don’t RP and find it offensive that you would try RPing on an RP server. I, however, intend to spend some time RPing.
And not in Goldshire, either. That place creeps me out.
In any case, meet Grampah.
And no, he’s not related to Gramma Stonefield. There can be more than one grandparent in the game, people! So far as back story’s concerned he’s a widower, unless my wife decides to come over to Argent Dawn as well. Then we’ll play things by ear and maybe retcon his history.
Oh yeah, his back story.
Grampah was a foot soldier for Lordaeron during the Second War. Afterward he headed south to help rebuild Stormwind, picking up a trade as a blacksmith and starting a family.
Years went by, and eventually he retired from his 2nd career to become a priest at a local abbey. (He figured at his age he wasn’t going to be around much longer, and by gum he might as well prepare for the trip.)
Then a bunch of things happened. In the aftermath of the Third War his oldest son Klei went insane. Klei is worth a whole post by himself, but suffice to say Grampah blamed himself.
In the Second War he’d risked his life to protect friends and family. Sure, he hadn’t made a name for himself like some others had, but he’d been there. He’d helped. And he was certain that had he not done so the world would be a worse place for it.
During the Third War, he spent all his time cloistered away. Sure, he helped tend to the injured when they were brought in, but from his point of view (at least after the son going crazy incident) he should have been out there smashing heads together.
So out came the old sword and armor, which he then promptly sold. (After a couple decades it just didn’t fit, and the sword at some point had apparently been used by his son-in-law to chop wood.) Instead, he made new armor with his blacksmithing skills. He was rusty, and anyone who knows anything about blacksmithing knows there’s a different level of skill required for making chain mail compared to making a horseshoe.
But he’s learning, even if he occasionally has to ask someone half his age for advice. He may be old, and his reflexes aren’t what they used to be, but this time he has the Light on his side more than ever, and he intends to use that to the best of his ability.
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