Redcap
07-03-2007, 06:54 PM
Growing up I always knew I would be a defender of my people.
My father was one of the guards for the Prince and my mother was a Mage of great power.
He has been reported missing in action during the fall of Quel'Thalas, every time I see the guards in Silvermoon I think I will see his face.
Maybe his story is like mine, maybe he was porting somewhere and wound up somewhere else.
My unit was sent to scout the advancing armies of the human Arthas.
We all arrived in the same place but the air smelled a little bit different, the Sunwell tasted just little bit different.
I thought it was the shock of the portal it always seems to do strange things during that time.
We scouted for and found the advancing armies.
The war, well you know the war, I know the war, we all know what happened to Silvermoon.
When I made it back there I was not surprised to see my home destroyed, my family missing, my oldest sister fell during the second battle of Quel'Thalas.
My little sister was safe in the priest academy, my mother was busy as usual in the courts and in the Mage guild.
The men, my brother, my father.
These two were not to be found, I asked Mother if she could help, but with the destruction of the Sunwell everyone was dazed, everything was hazy.
Mother and her fellow mages were working on a new source of power or maybe a repairing of the Sunwell.
Curse Arthas.
And the rest of the Alliance may their lands burn like ours did.
Chaos, anarchy, wretchedness, all these and more prowled our lands with the destruction of the Sunwell.
This is not the time to speak of those dark times, this is supposed to be the writing of my return home.
After Mother reconnected to a new source of power she discovered that while I was her child, I was not. Her explanations involve longer years of arcane study than I have. She spoke of soap bubbles and spheres, wild magics, chaos and just blind chance. It seems that during my portal to scout the mages made a slight miscalculation or the mad prince Arthas mage's had their camp protected and I was flung through the Aether, my group arrived where we supposed to go but on another sphere.
It is strange to know that my Mothers personality could be so strong on more than one sphere. She arranged for me to be sent home and asked that I look for myself there.
Now won't that be a strange thing to see myself, will I be the same as I was before the breaking, perhaps I will be a great Magus, maybe I grasped the dark forces and became a Warlock, maybe I stayed a Priestess.
I hope this self is like myself, I hope during the time of my lowest days she met Lady Liadrin and became an Avenger of our People. I hope she became like me, death to the Alliance and anything that touched our lands with anything but the lightest foot.
I hope she like me became ....
Mahakali, Blood Knight of the Sin'dorei
My father was one of the guards for the Prince and my mother was a Mage of great power.
He has been reported missing in action during the fall of Quel'Thalas, every time I see the guards in Silvermoon I think I will see his face.
Maybe his story is like mine, maybe he was porting somewhere and wound up somewhere else.
My unit was sent to scout the advancing armies of the human Arthas.
We all arrived in the same place but the air smelled a little bit different, the Sunwell tasted just little bit different.
I thought it was the shock of the portal it always seems to do strange things during that time.
We scouted for and found the advancing armies.
The war, well you know the war, I know the war, we all know what happened to Silvermoon.
When I made it back there I was not surprised to see my home destroyed, my family missing, my oldest sister fell during the second battle of Quel'Thalas.
My little sister was safe in the priest academy, my mother was busy as usual in the courts and in the Mage guild.
The men, my brother, my father.
These two were not to be found, I asked Mother if she could help, but with the destruction of the Sunwell everyone was dazed, everything was hazy.
Mother and her fellow mages were working on a new source of power or maybe a repairing of the Sunwell.
Curse Arthas.
And the rest of the Alliance may their lands burn like ours did.
Chaos, anarchy, wretchedness, all these and more prowled our lands with the destruction of the Sunwell.
This is not the time to speak of those dark times, this is supposed to be the writing of my return home.
After Mother reconnected to a new source of power she discovered that while I was her child, I was not. Her explanations involve longer years of arcane study than I have. She spoke of soap bubbles and spheres, wild magics, chaos and just blind chance. It seems that during my portal to scout the mages made a slight miscalculation or the mad prince Arthas mage's had their camp protected and I was flung through the Aether, my group arrived where we supposed to go but on another sphere.
It is strange to know that my Mothers personality could be so strong on more than one sphere. She arranged for me to be sent home and asked that I look for myself there.
Now won't that be a strange thing to see myself, will I be the same as I was before the breaking, perhaps I will be a great Magus, maybe I grasped the dark forces and became a Warlock, maybe I stayed a Priestess.
I hope this self is like myself, I hope during the time of my lowest days she met Lady Liadrin and became an Avenger of our People. I hope she became like me, death to the Alliance and anything that touched our lands with anything but the lightest foot.
I hope she like me became ....
Mahakali, Blood Knight of the Sin'dorei