Hello there Exiles,
I am Spets, a master of dark arts, but it was not forever so... let me take you back a few years and tell you the tale of my adventures...
I was born in a small village in the shadows of the great Ironforge, my father was a master of Sword and Shield in the far away lands of Tyria, he has beaten the great Lich, battled the evil Emperor of Cantha and freed Elona from the dark, forsaken god... Abbadon.
But he fell in battle, my mother was forced to flee to the lands of Azertoh, where i was born.
When i turned 10, my mother told me all about my father great adventures, his accomplishments and his demise... From then on i have practiced the dark arts and have sworn to protect Azeroth and become a legend as my father has.
But life, is not easy as a gnome... in my middle ages, when i have moved to Stranglethorn Vale, i discovered a new threat.... the horde. I was constantly defeated in battles by enemies far stronger then I, but i never ran from a fight...
When i have reached the tipping point of my powers, I left the life of a Demon Master and learned the ways of Afflicting my enemies with deadly curses, draining their very life force and forever embedding their very essence in purple-hazed gems of souls....
I have fought powerful enemies of Azeroth, Defeating every evil spirit in Kharazan, i am now at the peak of my powers!
...And now seek far greater enemies... enemies not of this world.... and i have received news that a group of like minded people... is after the same cause...
The people i speak of are the noble "Exiles" to which i offer my humble service...
I pray this letter gets to you in time and your recognize me as a worthy Ally.
Until i hear from thee, I wish upon you the power of a thousand heroes, and may your foes tremble in your presence
Subject: *... a dusty letter at your doorstep* 
Tue Oct 23, 2007 11:51 am
