Warren Volqozki was always talented. Initially, however, he was talented at getting into trouble.
The Volqozskis lived in the Lordaeron town of Brill. Robert Volqozki was a shoemaker, by trade, and Rebecca, his wife, aided the family business by tailoring fine attire for the townsfolk. Their only son, Warren, was, despite their best efforts, a bit of a ruffian. He stole not out of necessity, but to prove that he could, and he boasted to his friends that some day he would join the Rogue's Guild of Stormwind, and become a famed assassin.
Then, one day, Warren was caught.
The guard that had caught the youngster, and the patron wizard of Brill, visited the Volqozki home that night. The guard (and Warren's parents, too) wanted him to spend a couple nights in the town jail, to teach him a lesson. However, the Wizard, a kindly man by the name of Kel'Thuzad, spoke against this action.
He pointed out that Warren had evaded capture for two and a half years, how his trail could spontaneously disappear, leaving the guards befuddled as to his location, and how he could take lengthy falls without a scratch. These, insisted the young wizard, were Arcane traits, and moved that Warren be sent to the Dalaranian Academy immediately.
From that day on, at the age of thirteen, the Academy was the only thing that Warren knew. Elderly archmages lectured for hours on the proper gestures to use when throwing fire, how to use your one's to protect one's body from harm, and how to destroy the physical forms of enemies using pure thought energy. Fascinated by the possibilities of these new talents, Warren threw himself into his studies, and, with his effort and talents in accord, became the fastest learner at the academy.
Eight years later, when Warren was nearing the title of Archmage, the unthinkable happened. Strange, green-skinned invaders of unknown origin arrived on Azeroth, and, with shocking haste, razed Stormwind. Immediately, Warren joined the Alliance military as a combat mage without a second thought. Warren's tactics were unconventional, to say the least, and many Horde tacticians were confused by the lone mage who would charge into their ranks brandishing a sword, kill several grunts (without a blow falling on him), and suddenly disappear. Despite being called the "Mad Mage" by members of his regiment, these tactics were quite successful, and Warren was given command of his own mage's brigade. The Frost Daggers quickly gained renowned amongst friend and foe alike, and they pioneered caster-skirmish tactics that became essential towards the end of the second war. ((Just thought I'd clarify Qoz's bad combat habits while I'm at it. The reason they don't work now is because Qoz was only able to pull them off at the height of his power.))
When the Second War ended, Warren was one of the few who opposed pursuing the fleeing Horde through the Dark Portal, instead insisting that the portal be closed from Azeroth and closely guarded. When the order was given to enter the portal, Warren (and the Frost Daggers) resigned from the military, and Warren returned to Dalaran to finish his studies. Not long after that, Warren was awarded the title of Archmage, and was almost immediately offered a position on the Kirin Tor (Dalaran's ruling council) by Kel'Thuzad. He declined, instead opting to become the Patron Wizard of Brill (as Kel'Thuzad had once been).
At the end of the presentation ceremonies at Dalaran, Kel'Thuzad presented the new Archmage with a small vial, attached to a chain.
"Waters from the glaciers of Northrend." the old man said, with a smile. "Keep it close to your heart, so that it, like the water, may always remain pure." Warren thanked his old friend and mentor, and that night, returned home to Brill, where he was honored by King Terenas himself (possibly, the greatest honor he ever received).
Since Warren's parents had died in the Second War (not as a result of the fighting, but instead of their age), he moved into his childhood home. He soon married a local girl by the name of Claire, and settled into his comfortable new life.
About five years later, at the age of thirty-nine,Warren inexplicably died. He had not been ill, and his body showed no signs of foul play of any sort. He was buried in full archmage regalia, in the crypts northwest of Brill.
((Next installment: Twelve years later...))
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