The Art of Death

Prologue

Santhos is, or was a young monk, very skilled as a mist weaver, he basically stood at a distance making sure people don't die by healing them. Often he would get into fist fights and he would win every one because, monks are trained to fight bare handed, he grew up Pandaria, on the Kun Lai Summit learning his powers from master Chang, a female blood elf, also known as his mother. His mother got shipwrecked on Pandaria when she was a child and trained with master Ox a kind pandaren.

When the alliance and horde both got to Pandaria Santhos was able to leave, he escaped through a portal the horde had made due to the alliance being very hostile towards him, he past out when he went through the portal due to never using a portal. When he awoke there was a young Tauren sitting over him, he awoke in a hut and sat up swiftly looking around "where am I?" He asked silently "you are in my hut in the middle of Tauren mill, "I must leave" Santhos says walking to his staff then walking out with it, he looks around and begins to walk grabbing a rope off of a post as he left the town.

Santhos walked for a few days collecting food and water from animals and streams, he seen a giant turtle and knew how to tame them through growing up in Pandaria, he slowly approached it jumping on its shell slipping the rope in its mouth, the turtle fought him in his attempt to break free but Santhos wouldn't allow him to release the rope, after an hour of taming it, it gave in and moved for Santhos when he flicked the rope it ran forward.

This world is strange to Santhos and he only lasted a few days, before a group of cultists came to his make-shift tent one night and kidnapped him, the rest was a blur.