The Birth[]
Born without a Nation, wandering from village to village. Different towns and people, all blending together into a nameless hoard. It was good work Miasma's father was doing, spreading the teachings of the light to all that would listen. Miasma would follow in his foot steps one day, or so he was always told.
Yet something didn't feel right. A small missing element that tickled the back of his mind like a feather on the neck. A small whisper, of something stronger and darker.
Miasma began researching the Priestly ways, mastering the knowledge of the light but it went against the grain. The black smoldering smoke of the dark whispered at his soul, tantalizing him to reach deeper into the shadow.
It began with small animals. Sacrifices to the shadow, to an unknown God to most, but to Miasma a friend that fed his need for power. An urge to weave the flows of shadow into a weapon of destruction. Soon, with constant battles between the Horde and Alliance, allowed him to begin capturing dwarfs and gnomes for his experiments. He would drain them of their souls, their experiences and take them as his own.
He didn't know who had betrayed him, but his crimes were soon found out and he was put to death.
The Resurrection[]
He awoke, not knowing who or where he was at first. He only felt the need to grow in power. As he woke and was guided by other Forsaken he slowly began hearing the calls of his dark past, urging him to continue with his dark passions. First though, the Forsaken needed to grow and build themselves up and he was dedicated to be part of that.
Miasma though, understood that his life had changed too. He had grown weaker, forgotten many things. He must regain this knowledge, but to use it for the betterment of his new family, the Forsaken. He would take up arms against their enemies, channel his passions into defeating any and all that stood against them.
His passion drew him toward the darkness, and his devotion to it made him create his own religious zealot followers. A church of sorts. He would create his own congregation of worship - one that would further his aims of power. That and the aims of the Shadow and the Dark God. He would start small, and spread his message to any that were susceptible to the call.