I'm sorry for such a fucked up render. For me, working with such materials is torture. But I don't give up.

Now to history.

Let's start from afar as usual.

Enzis never knew who his father was. And never saw him. He grew up with his mother. Because of this, he became a good crop healer.

A couple of weeks before the famous events. Enzis' mother fell ill with an unknown illness, it wasn't the curse we know. It was something else. Despite being ill, Enzis and his mother managed to escape Gilneas. In Darnassus, the druids were able to recognize this disease. They said that the treatment would require a large sum. And you have to sail to Stormwind. As in canon and in this timeline, Enzis was very shocked by this.

What was in the canonical lines, he will tell you personally. HEY! Stop poke me! Damn dog.

Wandering the dark shores, he came across a group of night elves who looked like thieves.

This gang noticed our hero. But she didn't mean to kill him. They offered him a job.
The work was simple. His job was to distract the guards while his accomplices stole some of the money.
Naturally, everything did not go according to plan, one of the elves noticed. A fight began, in which Enzis and one of the elves survived.
The elf offered to divide the booty in half. There was a lot of money there. It would be enough for the treatment of the mother and for a good life.

Enzies' hands were already covered in blood up to the elbows. He agreed to share. But after they divided the booty, Enzis cut open the elf's throat with one of the daggers that just lay on the ground.
He robbed a dead elf, and in addition to money, he found a very interesting recipe. A poison that caused hallucinations.
Enzis' perverted mind immediately found a use for such a find. He used this poison on his own mother. To find out the truth about my father. He better not do it...

Enzis : You might as well not mention it.
Teller : Really? And the motivation for you, I have to take out of the... Never mind.

In a conversation with his mother, he learns that his father was... And this is a spoiler! In general, he was not good. Not guilty, but not good either.
From the received Information, Enzis felt uneasy. So much so that he left his mother, leaving money for treatment and sailing to stormwind.

Then life carried him, to rob, loot, kill. But not only that. One of those beautiful days. He is caught by one of the orc rogue's.
After dragging Enzies to their camp, the orc began interrogating Enzies. In Orc language. Fortunately for Enzis, he still had a dagger in his bosom, with which he imperceptibly cut the bonds on his hands. And then Orc's throat.

Looking out from the place of his "Imprisonment" he found only one elf. She looked at the map, apparently calculating some way. She was so carried away by the process that she did not notice how a wound formed on her arm. This was a wound with the same poison.

Enzis began to interrogate the Elf. Luck was on his side, she perfectly understood him. But in front of her, she saw not a worgen, but that same orc. When she asked, "What did he do with that worgen?" She received an answer. "Just killed him."

In the morning, he searched the camp, for the presence of anything, found pretty good armor. A couple of daggers, and very useful information. Or rather, plans for an attack on the Alliance fortress. Later Enzis will find out that this fortress turned out to be Fozgorod.

The camp was somewhere in the Feralas region. He needed to get to the Eastern Kingdoms. To do this, he returned to where he began his journey as a tramp. To the dark shores.

The guards of those places immediately recognized in our hero one of those thieves and murderers who robbed the guards, and even the richest guest.

Teller : Really? You didn't even put on a hood? You fucking killed an elf! I wouldn't be surprised if you killed in front of other guards.
Enzis : I thought they didn't notice me.
Teller : Didn't fucking notice...

The chase began for Enzis. He managed to jump onto a ship that was already sailing. He was sailing for the Eastern Kingdoms.
You will not believe it, it occurred to him to deliver this information to Matthias!

Matthias, of course, was pleased with such information. However, the gallows was already waiting for Enzis, killing comrades from his own faction is unforgivable.
Simply put, we now have Enzis on our own. Not a friend, not an enemy. Not an enemy. Until he gets caught.

And now this moron sits with me and prevents me from writing this story to you!

Let me recap and either kick this dog out or set my ghoul on it.

I've had many offers like this throughout my life. Steal there, beat that one, and so on. Guys. Never go against the law unless you are sure of what you are doing. If you go against such an enemy, at best, your road will end in death. At worst. Just like this idiot. This is obvious advice, but I've seen so many outright fools who steal from shops, beaten to death and then sit in jail.

And finally, the main question, why did I break the fourth wall? Um .. and I just wanted to do it.

Teller : Dude, I'm done. Would you like to feed my ghoul?
Enzis : Why not, what to give him?
Teller : Trupojui, bring your master a piece of this worgen. Maybe I'll make something more reasonable out of it.

Enzis hastily left.

It's a pity ... I would like to make something useful out of it.

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I wanted to release another page of the Secrets of Fozgorod tomorrow. But I guess I'll do a third story tomorrow. I have only 3 rules in my life. I will bring them to you.

Peace to you. And don't break the law. They weren't just made that way.