Deroel
Field Marshal Sir Deroel Thunderbeard
| Name | Deroel |
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| Occupation | War veteran, writer and explorer |
| Age | It depends on how long Dwarfs live. 157. |
| Race | Dwarf |
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| Residence | Home in Ironforge & Thelsamar; Stormwind |
| Guild | The Loch Modan Marksmen |
| Outward Appearance | Deroel, despite being a veteran of nearly one hundred years' warfare, has few scars - only found on his right cheek, and on the back of his right hand. He is pretty normal size and shape for a Dawrf, if a little more fit. His ginger-brown hair and beard are usually well looked after. He may look like a pirate in his clothes, especially when he wears his eyepatch. This is not so, however, as he only wears the eyepatch to cover the hole left when an orc gouged out his eye (When not wearing the eyepatch, has a glass eye there instead). Likes wearing a suit of chainmail armour; or his many different outfits. Deroel may now be noticed to limp slightly - a wound that will never really heal. |
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Background
Before Leaving Thelsamar
Deroel Thunderbeard was born in Thelsamar, Loch Modan to Harondar Thunderbeard and Yurna Wildhammer. He lived in the village and around the loch for the first twenty-seven years of his life. In that time, he fought the creatures, fished in Loch Modan’s depths, scouted around the whole loch (He even explored it below water level) and also managed to learn to play the lyre. He still has a curious nature, and is always exploring even now. Deroel plays the lyre with expert skill and grace; he can play the most amazing tunes to cause fear, to inspire, distract and many more.
His younger brother, Dethorel, was not so inspired by his home. He tended to sulk, often disappearing from Thelsamar for days at a time; he would leave without a word.
Army Days
At the age of twenty-seven, Deroel joined the 3rd Khaz Modan Marksmen, a small regiment of Dwarfs. They were experts in the use of guns, often sent to aid those who merely charged the enemy and hoped to hurt them. Deroel has been through many conflicts, hazards and such; he has plenty of stories to tell. After seventy years, Deroel chose semi-retrement, and still worked partly with the army for at least twenty more years. He gained the rank of Sergeant very quickly, but never managed anything higher. Deroel was, therefore, in charge of a squad of soldiers. He chose to lead by example. He left the army entirely around the age of one hundred and seventeen, leaving with many medals.
Peace in Ironforge
Years of military service left Deroel looking for a more peaceful life. He bought a small home in Ironforge, from the money saved during his army days. He settled down here, never really going further than the Deeprun Tram to Stormwind.
This peace was not to last, however, for Deroel’s curious and determined nature had taken over.
Explorers’ Association
The Explorers’ League in Ironforge was the place that gave him work. He joined, and has been there for approximately forty years. He has travelled over much of Azeroth, and is also exploring Outland at present. He likes to do this, and recently joined the Explorers Association as well. The two organizations keep him busy.
Ever Onwards
Deroel has done much recently - swum from northern Westfall all the way to Menethil Harbour, written poems (of which he is quite proud), even stories about the Argent Dawn. Still living sometimes in his house in Ironforge, he is often seen in Stormwind's finest taverns and inns with his pet bears, Icey and Thulmane.
He has been spending "too long" in Ironforge Library recently, apparently researching the origins of the Dwarfs and also, curiously, the Scarlet Monestary.
A lot has happened since Deroel came to Zangarmarsh. His encounters with the indiginous species have proved to him that none can truly be trusted. An old war wound was awakened when a Marshfang Ripper attempted to rend his leg from his body, causing a permanent limp.
Deroel moved back to Thelsamar, into the largest house in the town. He is now often visited by Magistrate Bluntnose in the evening for advice. He hates it when he finds people in his house. Deroel still retains a townhouse in Ironforge, on the eastern edge of the Commons.
Uldaman
Deroel's quest for knowledge took him deep into the dark, forbidding reaches of the ancient Earthen caverns. Little is known of his venture; he left without a word to anyone. The deeps are not known for their kindness, however...
He recently re-appeared, a week after he went in, without finding any real information. Since then, he has left Explorers' Association (But "Should Never Have Left That Guild") and had an honourary mention in the Argent Post for the story contest. If only he hadn't regiestered him leaving Explorers' Association just a few days before the winners were announced. If only he'd nagged Dedrik. Oh, well.
The World Again
Deroel disappeared from life for a while; rumours spread that he had joined the garrison at Northwatch, before he came back to Stormwind, disgusted. He disappeared for another week, maybe two, none can say. Again, into Uldaman's depths he had ventured.
Uldaman had given Deroel all he needed to complete his theory, a theory hidden from the world before. For deep in Uldaman, shadows loom. Deep in Uldaman, the truth may be found...
The Marksmen
After a shocking discovery on an old Uldaman tablet, which has been hidden away within the bowels of the Hall of Thanes (or Old Ironforge), Sergeant Deroel was called to King Magni, where he was given the rank of Commander. The last of the Marksmen, the first of a new age.
Currently, The Loch Modan Marksmen recruit in City Hall in Stormwind, with training and events held around the beautiful Loch itself. They work towards the defence fo Azeroth from an unknown terror.
| Friends | He never had time to make them, being busy trying to discover the secret of the Dwarves' existence. |
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| Relatives | Parents are dead | Brother: Dethorel |
| Rivals/ Enemies | The Horde. |
| Opposite faction attitude | Insanely hostile. |
| Loves | A couple of ales on an evening, a well combed beard, Loch Modan, The Alliance, guns, axes, to play his lyre, write and recite his poems. |
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| Hates | The Horde, warm ale, beggers, Night Elves who try to brew drinks, pirates, bows, Gnome engineers (But only when they blow up), magic (as a passing dislike), people who try to write poetry, but end up with something to make a Murloc scream and run away. |
| Motivation | The thought of victory over the Horde, to live happily despite prior encounters/experiences. |
| Quotes | "Magni's Beard!" "One nice, cold ale, and mak' it quick!" "Who needs plannin'? It's inspiration tha' counts.""Blessed Khaz'goroth..." |
Deroel's Adventures
| The Dwarven Mine Song | 4 weeks 3 days ago |
| The Loch Modan Marksmen: Wanted | 5 weeks 4 days ago |
| Proclamation To All Loch Modan Marksmen | 7 weeks 4 days ago |
| The Bonnie Banks of Loch Modan | 9 weeks 3 days ago |
| Bael'dun: A Cry for Help | 9 weeks 5 days ago |



