Oribas Severentus Wyrmfyre

Summary
The father of Solomon Wyrmfyre, Baron Oribas S. Wyrmfyre. Known throughout the Northern regions of Lordaeron for his deeds of summoning his Men-at-Arms on regular occasions to lead assaults against the Forest Trolls of the North and pledging to radiate the Syndicate. Corrupt, sadistic and brutal Oribas has forever forged his Legacy in the fear of those who called themselves his subjects.

The Journey to Tyrs Hand
The weeks and months that followed the fall of Lordaeron were unmerciful; the people of the Wyrmfyre Barony were starting to starve, more and

more people lost their lives from injuries yet supplies were drastically low. Oribas had intended to lead his people to the fortified City of Tyrs Hand, ruled by Lord Valdelmar at the time. The journey however would take its toll if supplies were not acquired soon. Oribas eventually made the decision to ride ahead with a small Troop of house guards alongside his son Solomon and Silver Hand Paladin Theradus Lightfinder. Oribas ordered the rest of his military unit to continue escorting the refugees to Tyrs Hand with as much haste as they could. A day and a half's ride in the direction of Tyr's Hand, the Wyrmfyre forces came across a small caravan of other refugees, also heading towards the City. Oribas opening negotiations with the other refugees, attempted to gain some food and medical supplies though in the end he managed to earn himself not even enough to feed a quarter of his refugees, and had to have two of his troop escort the unguarded refugees to Tyrs Hand in exchange. The trade had infuriated Oribas, but he had no other choice. On the return to the Caravan Oribas' anger got the better of him. As well as the troop, the horses they rode on had also become tired from the travel, yet Oribas pushed his forces ever forward with no time to rest. Pushing his own mount even faster, he eventually left his own troop behind, despite the outspoken requests of rest from the troop. With Oribas now gone, the troop carried on, however with the troop now in temporary command of Solomon Wyrmfyre the pace was softened from time to time in order to gain some momentary rest for both the horses and the men. A few hours later the troop came towards a lake. As they ventured round its side, they heard the screams of what sounded like a horse in pain. Solomon ordered the troop to be on high alert as they headed in the direction of the noise. They arrived to find a small bank in which it appeared there has been an accident. As they neared, it was clear the the horse had stumbled, its leg now broken and had fallen down the hillside. The screams of the horse and the clear state of its woe was not what shocked the troop however; it was the immediate realisation that it was Oribas Wyrmfyres personal steed. Close to the shore, a body could be seen face down in the water. The guards immediately tried to aid, foolishly running into the water themselves to aid their Lord before Solomon could issue any commands. The waters had been tainted. Solomon dismounted and ran to the edge of the waters himself while Theradus hurriedly dismounted as well, a distance behind Solomon however. As if the situation wasn't bad enough, as the two guards attempted to lift the body of Oribas out of the water, the Wyrmfyre's body seemed to jolt to life. However as the foot soldiers rejoiced Solomon could only watch in horror as his father plunged a short sword into the un-protected head of one soldier, and snapped the neck of the other with quick precision and strength. As the face rose, Solomon froze in fear. The skin of his fathers face had peeled and distorted. He looked more like one of the ghouls that assaulted Lordaeron than Oribas. Solomon drew his blade, his hands unsteady at the sight. The creature looked at his son, and for a moment their eyes met; until the man that Oribas once was let out an ear shattering scream as it charged towards Solomon. Fear once more took a hold of the young Wyrmfyre, frozen in place and unable to raise his blade. He couldn't comprehend the situation as the monster lunged toward him. Solomon tried to raise his blade, though was late in doing so. The monster collided with Solomon, pushing him to the ground, overpowering him. A part of Solomon accepted his fate as he stared at the ghoul. Out of the corner of his eye, something swung in the direction of the fumbling Wyrmfyres. In what appeared like a slit second, the left hand side of his fathers head was crushed and the ghoul fell from atop Solomon. Still laid on his back, Solomon watched as Theradus walked past and raised his mace, the the once gifted to him in ceremony of joining the Silver Hand, and brought it down once more on the armoured chest of Oribas. Theradus returned to Solomon and offered him a hand once the ghoul was no longer able to move. Again the two did not exchange any words, though Theradus displayed a clear sign of Sympathy for Solomon as they returned to their mounts. Now was not the time to grieve, Solomon had to return to the refugees with the supplies.