Markus Stonewall

Lord Markus V. Stonewall the Ferine, Baron of Silverhal (17 July, Year 4 B.L.C.) is the last surviving member of the original Stonewall Family, an old military family of Eastern Elwynn that stretches back to the founding of the Kingdom of Azeroth. He served as a soldier in the new Stormwind Army, the standing force that defends the Kingdom of Stormwind and serves in the Grand Alliance. Reaching the rank of Knight-Captain within the First Regiment of Westridge before his early retirement, Markus has proven himself a strong fighter and reliable friend to many. Today he leads a company of Irregulars, granted the equivalent rank of Commander to do so, finding life and healing easier outside the limitations of the Army.

Childhood
Markus was born to Mary and Viktor Stonewall four years before the start of the Lotharian Calendar, 4 B.L.C., in the County of Eastvale, three years before the Dark Portal opened. He was born large and healthy, a proud addition to the humble but militaristic Stonewall family. The Stonewalls had served the armies of Azeroth for generations, with every male of the family having made a career out of it. It was clear from the start which direction his life would wander.

Markus' father was a serving Footman in the Azeroth Army, while his mother was a homemaker tending the gardens and children on a small farm. The early years were peaceful and idyllic, as they tended to be in the late days of the Kingdom of Azeroth's golden age. Having waited out most of the First War from the safety of Stormwind, young Markus and his mother were among the survivors who fled north to Lordaeron.

There they settled and attempted to start a new life there, volunteering for the farms and garrison in Hillsbrad. Viktor had by that time been promoted and taken on additional responsibilities, ever more separated from his family. When hostilities broke out once again, Viktor was deployed to Southshore. The very same week, Mary Stonewall fell ill with a fever. For seven days and seven nights she withered away while her son watched, and her final words to him before passing have stayed with him his entire life.

Orphaned and still just a young boy, Markus found himself taken as a Page of the Silver Hand doing menial tasks such as bringing food and water, cleaning the halls, and carrying supplies. The Silver Hand kept him busy, mercifully allowing him few idle moments to contemplate his loss. Many years passed as he served the mighty Paladins, ever looking up to them. By the time the Scourge arrived, he had grown into a strong young man, broad of shoulder and firm of character.

Despite his eager attitude, Markus stayed cloistered in the halls of the Silver Hand, attempting to earn the right to Squire for one of the Paladins. His faith in the Light was severely hampered by the memory of his loss and this constantly served to hinder his readiness. Time and time again, he was judged unfit to Squire until he could learn to accept his loss properly. He resolved himself to study more and work harder to earn a chance to Squire. That day would never arrive.

Lost Survivor
Time would not be kind enough to allow him another chance, as the chaos that tore Lordaeron apart once again left him without a home. The Silver Hand in shambles and most of his friends and mentors killed in action, the following years brought him into the service of the Argent Dawn. Taking up his father's blade, Markus realized his calling in life.

As the Eastern Kingdoms fell one by one all around him, Markus ran with a small team of Argents, raiding undead enclaves and hideouts. He slaughtered them without mercy, whether they fought back or not, whether they still spoke common or not. He drew no distinction between forsaken and scourge. Yet for all his rage, the lack of faith in the Light kept him from the corrupting influence of the Scarlet Crusade during his darkest of years. They would not have an unbeliever among their ranks. It would take many decades before he realized how narrowly he avoided atrocity. Yet for then as the years passed, he grew callous and angry, wandering the wasted North with his 'friends'.

He remained quiet and stoic through these times, offering little laugh or smile. Even around the campfires and rare tavern visits the group made, he was often found secluded away from the excitement in some corner. He found his peace in liquor, drinking away his anger. Markus gave no thanks to anything or anybody. Clad in his dirty mail and leathers, he never strayed far from his father's sword. The hulking man was regarded as something of an oddity, somewhat outcast both for his violent temper and his lack of sociability, though he ensured the mild professional company he shared was paid for in blood each time the fighting renewed.

By the time word reached the group that the Dark Portal had re-opened, Markus was already an experienced fighter. News was grim, as demons were said to pour through the gaping arcane maw. The Argent Dawn mobilized and marched south to the Blasted Lands. Markus followed. Excited by the prospect of proper bloodshed and fighting, Markus was let down when he was given orders to stay behind and watch the encampments. Posted with a woman named Victoria, harsh of features and sharp of tongue, he grew a quick friendship with her. Possibly the only one he'd made in many years that had any significance. They shared much in common; and not the least of that was their hatred for the world and their lot in it. They were close but never intimate. They merely kept company. Long watches in the night, a comforting fist-fight between them during the day. She was rough, he was rough. They made a good fit.

For a full year, they watched adventurers and armies alike come and go through the Dark Portal. Leaving with friends, returning with treasures. Slowly, as the action in Outland drew to a close, it seemed peace was never to be the order of the day. Much to Markus' satisfaction, orders came to march North again for something grand, yet he hadn't the slightest inkling what terrible things awaited them both.

There was trouble in Northrend.

The Crusade
Markus and Victoria soon found themselves at the shores of the frozen continent bearing the new banner of the Argent Crusade. His childhood, The Silver Hand, had returned and merged with the Argent Dawn.

Markus and his friend grew closer during the campaign, breaking the limits of friendship and proceeding further. While neither of them could admit it among the darkness that permeated their souls, they had fallen in love. They became one, though still ever distant in their rejection of true intimacy. They shared few secrets with each other, leaving their pasts a dark pit where none were allowed. Nonetheless and together, Markus and Victoria would march side by side to whatever end. Under the drums of war, the banners of the Argent Crusade, they stepped into the frozen wastes.

At Mord'rethar, he could hear the fighting from the rear lines. He saw the melee at afar, the harried mixing of Scourge and Crusaders. By the time they reached the gate itself, blood already soaked the ice. They marched past it, moving deeper into Icecrown.

At Aldur'thar, the fighting was closer. Undead breaking through the front ranks was a constant threat, but dispatched easily. For the first time, he saw pitched battle up close. He saw the bodies of his allies fall in front of him. He heard the screaming. He saw the bleeding. The war finally began to affect him.

At Corp'Rethar, Markus stood at the front lines. With his tower shield painted with the crusader's mark, pike in hand, and frozen coif of chain sitting heavy on his head - he stared towards his turn. The order came. They charged, they fought, and many died. Somewhere in the ensuing pell-mell Victoria had been cut down. When the fallen began to rise again, by some horrid happenstance, he found himself facing her. Having no choice, he cut his lover down. Sapped of his strength by that action, Markus was left undefended for a blade that tore itself through his chain and flesh. While he bled out onto the ice, staring at her body, he waited for the end.

As his final moments began to close in, the man smiled at the peace that beckoned. He closed his eyes and welcomed the flowing warmth that slowly replaced the numbing cold of Icecrown. He would be denied this peace. Shouts of men and chants of clerics surrounded him. The Crusaders had won the battle and now begun to tend to the wounded that littered the field. Markus never saw Icecrown Citadel itself, sent back to shores for his wounds.

Healing was slow and excruciating. Months passed. Even when the wound sealed, the pain still festered. Saronite steel had left something unnatural inside him, like a dull ache that throbbed under the scars. As if the knife was still there. In truth, it was - a tiny sliver of saronite had been left embedded in his gut, missed by the clerics and surgeons. He would carry this piece of Icecrown with him, along with the wounds in his heart.

Solitude
Consumed with grief and hatred, driven partially mad by forces both natural and supernatural, Markus wandered the Eastern Kingdoms again and eventually settled in the deep south - the jungles of Stranglethorn. There he carved out a life of solitude and suffering alone with his thoughts and memories. Markus hid from the world; having forsaken humanity, civilization, cursing and damning the very Light itself.

Near to four long years passed. Subsiding off the land itself, hunting for food and drinking the putrid water, his mind became clouded and disassociated from reality. The Stranglethorn fevers wracked his mind mercilessly, clouding his vision and debilitating the tortured man. Fevers gripped him day and night, putting him in cold sweats and blistering pain. When he ate, poisons ravaged him. When he slept, nightmares plagued him. He grew savage and brutal, his hair wild and long. For the weeks he remained partially lucid, Markus stalked the jungles. No creature that drew breath was safe from his hunger. Animals, trolls, humans - anything would serve a meal if he caught it. Rumor spread of a half-giant lurking where he made his camp, a man covered in filth and grime, killing anything and anybody that wandered through his territory. Marked with the heads of trolls and worse upon pikes, there was no question where his land was.

Somewhere in the year 31 L.C. a Knight of Stormwind wandered through his land. Clad in shining armor and bearing the banners of blue astride a destrier of noble breeding no less than the man who rode it, the Knight was watched by eyes in the ferns. Ambushed and thrown from his horse by the enraged Markus, they fought for a full day and well into the night. Markus chased the knight through the bushes and the vines, pursued him through the rivers and the canyons, stalked him from the mud and the trees. Where the knight fled or retreated, Markus followed. Driven not simply by territorial urge, but by pure unbridled rage, he followed. There was no quarter shown, no mercy offered, and no respite no matter what wounds the noble cavalier delivered.

Late into the eve, Markus was finally beaten. Caught by a trap he was lured into, he found himself disabled, hanging from the trees in a noose of his very own design. The knight could not escape him, but he could outsmart him. Markus hung upside down, and for the first time in nearly five years, he spoke. He begged for mercy. For respite. Not for his life, but for his death. Markus sobbed, and under the wild visage of the exhausted savage that hung before him, the knight saw something human left in him. Removing his helmet, the young and lean face of a Westridge Lord was revealed and introduced.

The wandering knight was none other than the Lord of Mirwood - Jonathan De Vries, decorated veteran and officer of the King's Army. He made Markus an offer. Enlist in the Army, or waste away in the jungles alone. He would find no easy death or end here. Leaving Markus for life or death where he hung, the knight simply walked away.

Sometime later, from the jungles of Stranglethorn, emerged a fragment of a man. Asking for one thing alone, Markus sought directions. When asked where he was headed, he had a simple answer. A memory of words spoken to him in the jungle months before:

Westbrook Garrison. Home of the First Regiment.

For the King
Now enlisted in the First Regiment of the Stormwind Royal Army, Markus was designated a Recruit Footman and given the garb of his station. Simple chainmail, a heater shield, and the blue tabard of the First. These were to be his colors for the foreseeable future.

Markus almost immediately realized he was not ready for the highly disciplined life in the Stormwind Army. He clashed often with fellow soldiers and his superior officers. The hot temper and brutal methods he cultivated in the years before only served to irritate his superiors and appall his comrades on the field. To make matters worse, Markus was uneducated and socially awkward. The combination of poor discipline and near non-existent social skills left the aging warrior with few friends and grim career prospects, suddenly regretting his decision to enlist.

His first deployment to Kalimdor set him side by side with a young man who would later become his most steadfast friend. A young merchant and fellow Recruit by the name of Edrington Grunwald. Amused by how he perceived the fresh-faced soldier, he noticed that Edrington was as ill prepared for war as Markus was for peace. Together, they formed a symbiotic friendship, trading each others skills back and forth in an effort to both escape from the bottom rungs of the military ladder. Markus taught Edrington basic combat skills, and Edrington taught Markus basic social skills. The end of the campaign and return home proved the arrangement was well considered. Both Edrington and Markus earned their chevrons on the same day, meeting the rank of Private. From there, they aimed higher. Reading and writing lessons were soon to follow, as were advanced combat lessons for Edrington. Unfortunately, the two soldiers began to drift apart. Edrington pursued a future in the Bridgeport Fusiliers, while Markus sought recognition among the Ducal Vanguard. They kept in contact, but their futures were about to diverge with horrific results.

Following the deployment to Surwich and promotion to Corporal, Markus returned to Elwynn to submit to the application trials of the Westridge Ducal Guard under Lord Ismond Laldere. He proved a promising candidate at first, completing the first two trials with significant ease. One of his combat matches, part of the greater Trial of Combat, set Markus against a highly trained Pandaren Monk. Unfamiliar with their extremely effective unarmed combat tactics and blinded by both arrogance and determination to win, Markus failed. As he began to realize he was losing, the man lost control and attempted to strangle the Monk to death after pinning her to the ground. What happened next resulted in the death of a fellow soldier, his demotion to Attendant, and a court-martial.

Following several weeks of psychiatric care under the Priory of Westridge, directed personally by Prioress Muriah Anne Laldere, Markus was brought before the court-martial of his peers. The trial commenced, and witnesses were brought before the court to testify toward Markus' loss of control and attempted murder of a fellow soldier. The actual death of another soldier was deemed incidental, and not a direct result of Markus' actions. Furthermore, the Prioress herself testified that Markus had suffered acute concussive trauma during the engagement with the Monk and could not have known or understood what was happening at the time. Several hours of deliberation and testimony took up much of the day until finally the Duke of Westridge, Lord Maxen Montclair, decided in his benevolence to grant a full pardon. Markus was spared the stockades.

Reinstated as a Private, Markus stayed quiet and withdrawn from much of the Regiment. Through various campaigns and deployments, Markus worked hard to earn the trust of his peers once again. He realized that what happened had been a result of his selfish desire to win at any cost and a lack of willingness to work as part of a team. He dove into books, and soon enough Markus began studying the Knight's Chivalric Code. While he had no intention to actually become a Knight, he know the Code itself was a veritable goldmine of ethical and moral guidelines he could set his life by.

The unpleasant barbarian that was Markus Stonewall ever so slowly began to change into not just a proper soldier, but a good man. Once again, albeit slowly, his hard work paid off. He still struggled sometimes, attempting to grasp at the finer points of balancing morality and orders. He found that living for others was much more complicated than living for himself. The Code helped, but it didn't answer all his questions. His promotion to Kingsman shortly before a deployment to the Burning Steppes signaled a welcome end to the stigma that had been so thoroughly haunting him of late. However, the real test of his abilities was soon to come. Draenor.

It was perhaps fortunate that he would be given such a monumental challenge, considering he actively sought challenge to prove himself. The First Regiment had been deployed to a world not just far from Azeroth, but in a completely different timeline. While this was his first time there, it was the second time the Regiment had been deployed to this front. Their task was to retrieve the personal effects of a missing vanguard of Alliance Soldiers within Tanaan Jungle. The campaign would prove to be one of the toughest and longest Markus had yet experienced. A grueling campaign across five regions of Draenor saw Markus learn a lot about command and morale. He found himself in command of the survivors leftover from the Battle of Lunarfall, and he found himself marching 'his' troops through the jungles of Gorgrond battling sickness and dehydration. He found himself a prisoner of war in Frostfire Ridge, and he found himself facing the Burning Legion at Shattrath. The climactic Taking of Tanaan along with the rest of the First Regiment constituted his finest hour in the First Regiment thus far, culminating with the Siege of Hellfire Citadel.

By the time Markus Stonewall returned to his home in Elwynn, now a Corporal, he had a new outlook on the Army and his future with it. What he realized was that he thoroughly enjoyed training Recruits. Their wide eyed personalities, of so many different types, fascinated him. He could not help but take pride in them. Not because he trained them, but because of the different ways they all met their challenges and personal demons taught him a lot about himself. In a small way, he was living vicariously through them. Lord Ismond Laldere had granted him the honor of refurbishing a guard tower, allowing him not only something to do in peacetime but a place to call home. Most of his life savings went into this effort, purchasing labor and materials for the work. Despite the immense cost, he was pleased with the opportunity.

Upon completion of the tower, Markus was named its Warden. Tasked with maintaining the tower which defended the entrance to Rockhold, Markus would serve as the first line of defense for the Barony. The bulk of his charge was not the tower itself, but rather the road that leads through the narrow canyon pass into Rockhold. Markus was tasked with keeping the road clear of invasive vegetation and rockslides that might block the road, as well as bandits and beasts.

When the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth, Markus found himself at the front lines defending the golden fields and farms of the Kingdom alongside the Westfall Brigade. It wasn't long after that the First found itself deployed to the Broken Isles, where Markus was soon after given a field promotion to the rank of Sergeant. In addition, the man followed through on his promise to his partner and married her while on deployment in 36 L.C., insisting that a mere war between worlds would not stop him from keeping his word.

Upon their return home and following a week of personal leave for their honeymoon, the sergeant finally manage to settle down into the traditional family life. While the war raged on elsewhere, Markus was promoted to Master Guardsman and reassigned to train the Westridge Ducal Guard on counter-demonic tactics. An odd posting for him that took him away from the front lines and garrison but allowed him every evening at home.

Two more deployments to Suramar the birth of his first daughter, and the need for Markus to step forward into a more active command role brought him to the attention of the Duke himself. It was during the first deployment to Suramar that his wife gave birth to Rose Brigid Stonewall back home in Westridge. His reaction to this sudden change reaffirmed and gave permanence to his dedication towards a better future.

Fairpeak would prove no easy place to live. It was cold during the winters and windy during the summers. While blessed with untapped reserves of silver ore, it was a largely unwelcoming region where only the hardy thrive. Settling his new family at Argeliath, Lord Markus Stonewall the Ferine went to work developing the land. The mines were drained of water and re-opened, providing a steady supply of precious metals and gems with which to finance the reconstruction of his new Barony.

However in 37 L.C. during the invasion of Argus, his dear wife Caiterina Stonewall was lost on a recon mission to the Antoran Wastes. In his grief, he was quietly found unfit for military service. Yet for his many accomplishments and for the trust and loyalty his colleagues and superiors had in him, he was granted an honorable if sudden military discharge with full benefits that December. Markus returned to Silverhal to care for his daughter alone, spending the next half year developing the land and setting plans in motion.

A New Legion
After jumping between various units and outfits for a time, Markus was eventually recalled by some of his old commands. As it turned out, his future wife Theodora De Vries had been asked to head up a new multinational unit, the Grand Alliance 5th Legion. He was being personally asked to serve as her Executive Officer. It wasn't long before official transfer paperwork came through and he found himself officially granted the rank of Commander.

His new post was far from glorious at the start. As it turned out, the 5th Regiment of the Stormwind Army had suffered horrific losses in the Arathi Highlands and was rolled into a new Legion along with several other sundered units. Markus and Theodora's new orders were to rebuild this unit into a proper fighting force. The first action they'd end up seeing would be that of the Ghostlands operation, a first test of fighting capability. It was their successes met there during the short campaign that would see them ordered by Wrynn's hand directly to the Zandalar warfront.

Appearance & Personality
Built thick and broad, Markus' weight is a healthy mix between solid muscle and body fat with slightly more of the former. He carries a hefty gut and stands nearly seven feet tall. His beard is often thick and full, with his hair a full mane tied up in a ponytail or shaved at the sides. He is not particularly attractive in the face anymore, age and wear having taken its toll on his form. He has small piercing blue eyes, a beaten up nose and mouth, broken teeth, and cauliflower ear. Two large scars cross down the right side of his face. A multitude of scars cover his body including several on his face from various sources, a countless blend of scars on his arms, and one particularly deep scar crossing his stomach. Despite his imposing appearance, the expressions he offers are often rather friendly and inviting. He can often be seen chewing or eating something, having something of a nervous oral fixation.
 * Height: 6'8" (203 cm)
 * Weight: 363 lb (164 kg)
 * Hair: Light Blonde
 * Eyes: Blue-Grey

Markus is a quiet man, prone to observing rather than contributing. He is slow to anger, but the threshold between anger and violence is dangerously thin. Most that know him well enough would understand he is a deeply pensive and thoughtful man that simply lacks the willpower or desire to express most of his thoughts. He has a strong affinity for jokes, much to the chagrin of his fellows, and regularly takes pleasure in subjecting them to his constant barrage of puns.

Markus values loyalty above all else, and when treated correctly, can become a steadfast companion. He remains composed and stoic privately but offers a jovial and friendly personality in more social settings. When confronted with genuine affection, he is often entirely unsure of how to respond or outright rejecting of it. His love life has a troubled history, yet he shows a resilient interest in trying again largely thanks to the encouragement of his close friend Edrington Grunwald.

Markus is an exceptionally violent individual once combat begins, and this has proven to be both a boon on the battlefield and a curse in the sparring ring. He has suffered multiple disciplinary incidents due to his inability to control himself once a fight starts but stands as one of the finest and bloodiest melee fighters in the Regiment. He prefers to avoid sparring or duels when possible, as most of his fighting skill is predicated on the assumption that slaughtering the opponent is a viable option. When it isn't, he tends to be a lot less effective as a fighter.

Markus' alignment is generally Neutral Good with a strong lean towards Lawful. As a soldier, rules and regulations tend to define his daily experiences, though he recognizes they cannot answer for every eventuality and sometimes one must step outside the law to honor its intent. Since he only has a rudimentary understanding of the Light, religion does not easily sway his worldview. Rather, his firm goodness comes from the daily influences of those he keeps as friends and company. The presence of his wife especially has had a significant calming impact on his mind and she daily reminds him both by example and request to be a kinder man to others.

Armor and Equipment
His armor is a set of full Stormwind-plate fastened atop a chain mail hauberk. The plate consists of over sixty-five interlocking pieces of custom forged steel. The plates are exceptionally heavy and remarkably strong, forged and fitted to his bulk to precise measurements. Around his vital organs, he also wears a chain mail hauberk to further protect him from blows that manage to pierce through the outer plate. Finally, he is dressed in leather and cloth padding to protect against pinches.

The pauldrons are of the Lordaeron "Hightower" design, offering exceptional protection against the Orcish habit of decapitating their enemies with an axe. Small spikes on the left pauldron for body-slams offer an additional improvised weapon. His helmet fits snugly to his armor, doubling as a neck protector when used in conjunction with the pauldrons. A long and thick black horsehair tail extends from the top of his helmet, signifying his rank as a veteran of the Royal Army. The arms and legs are armored in mere half-plate for mobility reasons, providing protection from likely strike angles based on his fighting style. The arms and legs are padded with thick leather and heavy cloth, enough to even further bulk out his size. They do not provide nearly as much physical protection as his more vital areas.

His tabard bears the golden lion of Stormwind on an azure background, and his belt adds to it with the very same. He wears a cloak of either fine azure cloth or thick black wolf's fur. Both of them are also custom fitted to his armor. From his belt hangs several implements and tools. Some of these include a satchel, coin purse, a hook, and a few extra leather loops on the belt for hanging more items.

Markus' primary weapon is a Vanguard's Polearm. The weapon is roughly nine total feet long, topped with a thick blade nearly as long as a shortsword on one end and a standard spear point at the other. It is a single piece of steel wrapped in thick sharkskin leather and brass rings for the handle. While designed for formation combat paired with a tower shield, the spear is an effective and agile dueling weapon if handled with both hands. Due to the single-piece design, it is extremely resistant to breaking.

The Broadsword is likely more familiar to those of the First Regiment, as it is what he was almost always seen using. Encased in a scabbard made of leather and bronze, the sword is easily older than he is and remains a family heirloom. The hilt is a strong bronze design with sharkskin wrappings for improved grip using thick leather gloves, and so can be very uncomfortable to hold bare-handed. The blade is weighted with a lead inlay and broader than most others, making it capable of acting like a splitting wedge in downward strokes. It is large and heavy enough that many would struggle to lift it one-handed, let alone wield it that way.

Markus' preferred shield is a large steel and ironwood Heavy Tower Shield, a significantly larger version than those issued to most Vanguard due to his internal rank of Master Guardsman. It is capable of stopping dead the shots of musket and arrow fire, and more than capable of defending ground by simply planting it into the dirt. It is this shield alone that requires his constant physical aptitude, for even he must spend significant effort wielding it.

Aside from those primary implements, he carries a misericorde at his boot and a warhorn. The warhorn in particular is an older two-tone Azerothian style battle horn. It is capable of signaling up to a mile away at full strength. With skillful use, it can indicate many different beacons and signals by alternating between or combining the two tones. It is affixed to his belt by a leather strap and break-away buttons. The misericorde is a long triangular iron spike used as a finisher for enemies that he has grappled or pinned, often stuck downwards from the neck towards the heart, through the visor into the brain, or upwards under the chin and similarly into the brain.

Markus has been known to carry various thrown weapons as well. As an example, two light javelins affixed to the back of his tower shield are often hurled at the enemy before melee. One small throwing hatchet with an effective range of around ten or fifteen feet ican be carried at the belt and used in melee as well.

In total, Markus' gear weighs him down another 100 lb. at the very least, and his armored weight nears 500 lb. total when carrying every piece along with choosing the tower shield. He must walk carefully and attentively to avoid getting stuck in soft ground or breaking floorboards. He is also largely incapable of riding all but the very largest of horses, due to the weight related safety hazards the animal would be subjected to. Gryphons are similarly unlikely. Swimming is right out.

Relationships
Theodora Stonewall (née De Vries) - Markus met Theodora, the elder sister of Jonathan De Vries, in 34 L.C. sometime after his first being recruited into the Royal Army. The initial introduction was nothing of note, as Theodora stood as 2nd in Command of the unit Markus now called home. Because there was such a leap between their ranks at the time, interactions were few and far between. Those that did occur were short and driven by professional necessity. Theodora eventually took an extended leave from the military, and it was assumed that the two would never cross paths again.

However, in the summer of 38 L.C., their paths did cross once again - and only by shared tragedy was this accomplished. While Markus was fresh in his grief over the death of his first wife, Theodora was still mourning her own husband's from several years prior. It was by chance that Theodora learned of Markus' situation, and it was by her own compulsion that she approached him to share her condolences and to offer support should he wish it from her.

Sometime later, Markus met Theodora while she was on her daily walk through Stormwind. Having recently decided that it was time to move on in his personal life, he approached his former Captain and led her to Olivia's Pond to express his interest in her as a potential suitor. The initial reaction was... not what he had expected or hoped. Startled by the sudden admission of feelings - especially those directed towards her, Theodora asked if the whole display was some sort of attempt at a bad joke. Believing himself rejected, Markus made to leave and was only stopped by Theodora herself, who quickly realized that his statement had been made in earnest. Instantly thereafter, she accepted his invitation and agreed to explore the idea of a new relationship together.

The next few weeks saw the two of them in each other's company - as much as their respective positions allowed. Theodora had returned to the First Regiment while Markus then commanded the Skullrose Company. As time pressed on, the two would even visit each other in the presence of their respective units, leading to the rumor that an understanding would soon develop between them.

True to these predictions, Markus and Theodora met on the evening of July 17th, 37 L.C. and agreed to pursue a serious relationship that would eventually lead towards marriage and children. It is said that no one was surprised by this development - or of the engagement that soon followed - and that all who heard of it were pleased by the match and the suitability of the lovers involved.

As quick as their relationship began and developed, the subsequent engagement only served to prove the ideal nature of the match. Theodora found herself enamored not only by Markus' strength and intelligence but by his unique, ever-present humor and compassionate heart. For Markus, Theodora presented unfailing stability in a life that had never lacked chaos and uncertainty. Their respective virtues were strengthened when combined together, and their vices were tempered by that of their counterpart's. On January 6th, 39 L.C., Markus and Theodora were married in a private, nonplussed ceremony by Confessor Eviellena Blakemoore with their friend Sir Edrington Grunwald as their witness.

Later that year, Theodora announced her pregnancy and gave birth to fraternal triplets - one son, Edward, and two girls, Iris and Lily. Combined with the children of their first marriages, the Stonewall children now count as six in total and are considered the delight of their parents' lives.

Caiterina O'Creagh - Markus' first wife. Markus met Caiterina in a strictly professional context as her primary Recruit Instructor introducing her to the Royal Army. Almost immediately, the man was impressed by her optimism and determination. Despite having apparently been raised in unpleasant and isolated circumstances, she was well educated and nursed a healthy outlook on the world. Her performance on the training fields and the classroom continued to exceed his expectations - which at first were set admittedly quite low. It wasn't long before she began guiding and encouraging fellow recruits to meet the example she was setting. During that time she tended to be found nearby Markus, conversing and forming the beginnings of a friendship.

As time passed, their friendship made things somewhat awkward for the Corporal as others around them began to take note of the time this young and attractive woman was spending with her immediate superior. Markus made a conscious and active effort to redirect her attentions back to her training, not the least of why because he was still dealing with his own troubles of loss. Caiterina proved not so easy to deter. Extra work assignments and watch postings were met with glee, and always seemed to end with the redhead finding her way back near to him. Her promotion was inevitable - and relieving for Markus.

With their friendship now far more appropriate, they enjoyed the downtime over lunch and conversation. Both with groups and alone, the two of them were quickly noticed as inseparable. It was only a matter of time before she expressed the inklings of a romantic interest toward him. While the entire time Markus had fought to ensure no such concepts were developed, they had shown up eventually and he could only admit that a man would be a fool to turn her down. He accepted.

Things proceeded slowly, with Markus allowing her to set whatever pace she wanted. While Caiterina explored the concept of what was actually her first experience with love, he remained nearby her both supporting and chaste. Over the ensuing months, they learned more about each other in conversation. They shared stories of their pasts and explorations of their ambitions. They shared their greatest achievements and darkest fears. Through frustrations and tribulations, they were ever-present supporters to each other. On a day that wasn't otherwise particularly notable, during a topic of idle conversation, they agreed to marry. The change on the relationship would be for the most part merely an admittance of what was already there - a natural agreement of personalities that only deserved to be made official. The date was set ... September 29th. When the day came, it was in the middle of the Legion War. Despite their deployment to the battle-torn Broken Isles, Markus kept his promise and married her after a small ceremony presided over by Mother Muriah Laldere.

It wasn't long after their honeymoon that Caiterina was discovered to be carrying their first child. Being a husband and father had him feeling equal parts terrified and excited on a fairly regular basis. Never one to shy from a challenge though, Markus was determined to reward her trust with his best efforts. Nine months later, while he was deployed to Suramar - she gave birth to their first child: "Rosie" Stonewall

Caiterina disappeared on a scouting mission to the Antoran Wastes on August 26th L.C. 37. Shaking Markus to his core, the man's grief and anguish forced his superiors to discharge him from the military and send him home. While Markus still holds hope that one day she will return, he knows the unlikely reality and acknowledges that it is time to move on.

Rose Brigid Stonewall - Markus' first child and daughter, Rosie Stonewall was born during the Legion war while he was deployed to Suramar. Upon his return home, it was quickly made clear that she would be his favored princess, and almost immediately the young infant had the giant warrior wrapped around her little finger. She grows healthy and strong now, doted on by her father endlessly. It should serve as no surprise that he remains extremely protective of his little girl, and considers her a source of great personal honor and pride.

Edrington Grunwald - It is with great rarity that one person is able to affect such magnificent change on the life of another outside the context of duress or romance. Edrington Grunwald is one of those people. When they met each other, it seemed they had been born and raised as two pieces of a puzzle opposite each other. It was only by their meeting that a greater picture could be formed and meaning derived from each others' lives. From Edrington, Markus has learned the value of concepts that he had long dismissed as inconsequential or folly. Even the act of living his life for its own worth.

Markus will never truly feel he is able to repay the life-changing contributions Edrington has made for him. Still, he waits for the day when he might honor but a small sliver of that debt. Where Grunwald might call upon, Stonewall would answer. In the eyes of Markus Stonewall, there are few prices too high to pay. Those who might stand between that purpose forged blood bond would do well to remember that.

Miscellaneous

 * Often seen chewing or smoking Peacebloom.
 * Suffers constant chronic pain in his gut.
 * Mild distrust of most lesser nobility.
 * Severe distrust of magic and magic users.
 * Able to recall events and information in vivid detail.
 * Really loves thunderstorms. The louder, the better.
 * Strong stomach for alcohol. Prefers honey mead.
 * Nurtures a hobby of carving small wooden trinkets.