The Legend of Allston Lancaster

Our story centres around a young man by the name of Allston Lancaster. A thin man with a tanned complexion and black hair which he could never seem to stop being messy, his standout features, however, were his emerald green eyes. When he was younger his high aspirations had caused him to seek training as a mage, and his laziness had caused him to say 'screw that' and strike a pact with a demon instead. It was just as well Allston exercised enough to stay somewhat fit, because Warlocks don't tend to be welcome anywhere for long, so he started wandering.

Finding work wasn't too hard, there was always some farmer or merchant who needed help dealing with dangerous animals so his magic, although limited, was enough to keep him in enough coin to rest comfortably at any town he came to. Allston did find he missed his home city though, not so much for his friends or family (he was honestly never too close to either) but rather, for the women. Before he'd been studying alongside females of every race, in the alliance, he never had much luck, but he liked to think he'd grown a lot in his travels.

And so it was, late one night, unable to sleep, he'd decided what the goal of his travels was to be: experience all the wonderful women Azeroth had to offer.