The early years:

(( Story still needs a pandaria update, to explain those horns ))

Far away from the turmoil around Stormwind, in Stratholme,

a young girl was born in a house on Festival’s lane, next to Angelista’s Boutique. Because she often visited the boutique, and later on started to do chores for them, she became known as Florester. Up to her 6th year, Florester had little to complain.

The Second War:

Unfortunately her fortune was to end during the second war. Orcish forces, lead by Ogrim Doomhammer arrived on the shores of Lordaeron. Her parents were enlisted in the forces to defend the kingdom. While they were away, the young Florester was ‘adopted’ by Angelista, the owner of the boutique she loved so much. During the time her parents were away, little Florester often had to help the war effort, by making sandwiches, and pack them up. After all, even the mightiest soldiers need food. Despite the looming threat, she had a fairly good time up to the tragic news her parents would never return.

Devastated by the news, Florester did try to find comfort in helping Angelista extra hard. During one of the less busy days, Angelista gave Florester a book to read about Dalaran. And soon the little girl spent every spare moment, reading about the city of mages! Her interest did not go unnoticed. It was when she was 16, she received a letter she was allowed to the School Of The Arcane in Dalaran.

Reign of Chaos

Florester was doing well in Dalaran, her grades were above average, she excelled in enchanting and tailoring and was called a promising student on more than one occasion. This all until one faithful evening where the news of The Culling of Stratholme reached her. Florester was in shock, how a noble Paladin, the prince from the House of Menetill could kill an entire city filled with loyal citizens. The more she learned about it, the more vengeful she grew. Everything was burned, everything was killed.

Her grades did suffer, but she was allowed to stay. But she realized she needed time off from Dalaran. After several difficult talks, she ‘froze’ her studies in Dalaran, and travelled to Stormwind to cool down. To find some answers, or at least a peace of mind.

Dealing with the past

Florester settled down in a little house in the Trade District, above the grand entrance of Stormwind. And she returned to what she did best, enchanting and tailoring. There were many new heroes arriving in Stormwind to buy new supplies or to have their gear enchanted. One day, one of her customers told her about the horrible devastation of Dalaran. Later that night, she tried drinking her guilt away in The Slaughtered Lamb, which soon became her favourite hangout.

Some of the more dark visitors of that Inn did notice her inner rage, and her potential in the arcane. Slowly but surely they convinced her to read up on some books about the darker aspects of magic. Florester did realize there were dangers, but she deemed herself good enough to control it.

In order to deal with her inner rage, she went to the ruins of Dalaran, and tried helping those around it, salvaging what was left. It gave her a sense of satisfaction and ability to cope with her guilt.

It was during this time, she met her first husband. A lovely Paladin named David Shore. Florester did manage to keep everything apart. Her late nights in the Slaughtered Lamb, her daytime profession, and in the weekend, or when he was back from duty, the wonderful nights with her love.

One day, David confessed to her, he was having nightmares, and they were getting worse. Especially when he was around her. They both tried to find a solution, and even went to the Cathedral for guidance, but to no avail. Little did she know, that the nightmares were caused by the dark arts she has been practicing. She was foolish enough to think a summoned succubus could be dominated just like that. It took the untimely death of David, who was last seen alive when he jumped down to his demise from one of the Stormwind Towers screaming “I can’t take this anymore!” , for her to realize that someone she loved, could be a weakness sought out by demons too.

Knowing that once you go Nether, you can’t go back, she worked feverishly to perfect her abilities and techniques in fire and demonology, and to weapon her soul and mind to the baneful influences of those she summoned.

The Burning Crusade

However, Stormwind is a small city, especially when it came down to gossip. The mysterious surroundings around her husbands’ death caused her to be shunned by the average commoner. However, the heroes kept on buying at her store, knowing she had high quality enchants, and cloth for a fair price.

As months passed, the rumours dimmed down, and there was even room for love. This time, a mage courted her. And with success! What followed were two passionate weeks, ending with this mage going literally crazy with love. Causing several fires, freezing citizens in poses shaped like hearts until he set himself on fire in front of the Stockades.

Later it turned out he was possessed. Although Florester was never charged, she was asked to close down her shop and to leave the city for a year. Not wanting to cause more trouble, Florester used her contacts amongst the new heroes to enlist herself to aid the forces that went through the Dark Portal.

The War Against The Nightmare (The Lich King)

For several years, she fought in Outlands, making quite a name for herself. It was during this time, she enlisted in The Light Brigade. During the War Against The Nightmare in Northrend, she quickly ascended in rank, and became one of the commanders of the Ashen Verdict. Her team booked various successes in Icecrown, although it wasn’t her battalion that killed Arthas in the end, she was credited for it. Much to her delight. After all, they all worked together.

During this time, her closest friends because those in her battalion, many close friendships were formed that last till this very day.

The Cataclysm

After the events in Northrend, Florester returned to Stormwind, like so many. She sought to study and advance her skills. Thinking her past deeds with the Ashen Verdict would bring her up to higher. In a way, this was true. But the new assignments were boring at best: When she was in Stormwind, she was buried under paperwork, and the field assignments were overviewing small investigations of arcane disturbances, or groups of druids investigating the elements, since they were disturbed by “something”.

Unfortunately all the missions she got were to investigate events in Azeroth: Inspecting the Grey Mane wall, delivering important mail to Darkshore and desk jobs. One day Florester was sent to Amberpine for a routine investigation about missing cattle.

What was going to be a routine investigation, ended up to be much more than that. She witnessed a large amount of undead slowly moving towards the Greymane wall. She quickly took cover and tried to activate her heartstone, not noticing what was happening behind her. When she noticed, it was too late. A large wolflike creature sunk its teeth into her arm. Fortunately a well placed fireball took care of the beast, and she could heartstone back to stormwind.

After that, pretty much all went black. When she opened her eyes, she looked at a human nurse who was tending to her wound. She quickly learned that Stormwind was in uproar, and many of the houses were on fire. A large dragon had come by and destroyed a large part of Stormwind. Some places, like the park, where completely eradicated!