Celethorn
01-07-2006, 10:07 AM
"Hold true for what you believe in, for only with faith and courage can we ever hope to shine the light into the darkness"
- Uther the Lightbringer.
Uther the Lightbringer was probably my closest friend at the time of Lordaerons golden age, the age of the Paladin and the Knights of the Silver Hand. He and I trained many Paladins, though my favourite pupil was always Seras. Such a wonderful student, I always felt somewhat disheartened she followed Uthers more strict way of life than my own, but alas, I cannot change that...
But that age has now passed and once more we live in an age of conflict and strife, and I, Celethorn am pressed to "clean my house". My house is Lordaeron, and there are those who would see a King return to Lordaeron, and for me to be that King. Think of it, King Celethorn Eladar Greyhame the First, King of Lordaeron and Leader of The Alliance. Such pomp and title is not my calling, but even if I am able to dismiss that, just the other day I was called Greyhame the Mercenary King... I find that I cannot run from it. The person whom I spoke to said "Sometimes, we just have to fit into the roles given to us" ... I... I do not know.
But now I hear rumours, I feel it in my soul... The Blood Elves are coming for me. I, a Half Elf, homeless from the War, will be forced to join them or Die for now they have the aid of The Horde. Quel'Thalas burns brightly once more and every day High Elves turn to Silvermoon and Illidan. Will I be the last? Is this to be my fate, to be the last High Elf, to stand alone, a testiment to the once great Thelassians, a relic. I have not found a Half Elf since before the War and now.... Maybe it is best I join them. No... Such thoughts come and go but in the end, I cannot be a Traitor to my people, even if my people see me as one.
Moreso, what of Liadain? What of The Blades? My first wife was so cruelly taken from my by Forsaken, manipulated by Amaterria Prestor, the daughter of Onyxia and now my second wife is threatened by Morghoul her father, and the impending return of The Crimson Lord. Ragarol Swifthoof, my friend and rival, a Tauren died in a fight at Booty Bay after Morghoul's assassin's attacked us in an attempt to retrieve a copy of their Propechy. It says that the Crimson Lord will return in the Rivers of Blood... The Alliances blood. I have tried to turn my back to the War, but I was once a Ranger... Once a Paladin... And I cannot. Even if the Light betrayed me, I cannot leave those I care about to pain and death. Morghoul has allied himself with Maldictus and now this Unholy Alliance would seek to cover Azeroth in a blanket of death.
Such thoughts, such worries... I carry them alone for the most part. I hide them away because I cannot bare to let someone suffer as I do. I am already cursed to Magiclust... The ones who are close to me die. Xandar died, Moonflower died, Ragarol died.... And maybe I need to die as well... Maybe only Dath'anar can save us now. Maybe... Only the Paladin in me can do something... To unleash the Paladin would... I cannot even think about it, but I know, more than anything else..
The Crimson Watch must fail.
- Uther the Lightbringer.
Uther the Lightbringer was probably my closest friend at the time of Lordaerons golden age, the age of the Paladin and the Knights of the Silver Hand. He and I trained many Paladins, though my favourite pupil was always Seras. Such a wonderful student, I always felt somewhat disheartened she followed Uthers more strict way of life than my own, but alas, I cannot change that...
But that age has now passed and once more we live in an age of conflict and strife, and I, Celethorn am pressed to "clean my house". My house is Lordaeron, and there are those who would see a King return to Lordaeron, and for me to be that King. Think of it, King Celethorn Eladar Greyhame the First, King of Lordaeron and Leader of The Alliance. Such pomp and title is not my calling, but even if I am able to dismiss that, just the other day I was called Greyhame the Mercenary King... I find that I cannot run from it. The person whom I spoke to said "Sometimes, we just have to fit into the roles given to us" ... I... I do not know.
But now I hear rumours, I feel it in my soul... The Blood Elves are coming for me. I, a Half Elf, homeless from the War, will be forced to join them or Die for now they have the aid of The Horde. Quel'Thalas burns brightly once more and every day High Elves turn to Silvermoon and Illidan. Will I be the last? Is this to be my fate, to be the last High Elf, to stand alone, a testiment to the once great Thelassians, a relic. I have not found a Half Elf since before the War and now.... Maybe it is best I join them. No... Such thoughts come and go but in the end, I cannot be a Traitor to my people, even if my people see me as one.
Moreso, what of Liadain? What of The Blades? My first wife was so cruelly taken from my by Forsaken, manipulated by Amaterria Prestor, the daughter of Onyxia and now my second wife is threatened by Morghoul her father, and the impending return of The Crimson Lord. Ragarol Swifthoof, my friend and rival, a Tauren died in a fight at Booty Bay after Morghoul's assassin's attacked us in an attempt to retrieve a copy of their Propechy. It says that the Crimson Lord will return in the Rivers of Blood... The Alliances blood. I have tried to turn my back to the War, but I was once a Ranger... Once a Paladin... And I cannot. Even if the Light betrayed me, I cannot leave those I care about to pain and death. Morghoul has allied himself with Maldictus and now this Unholy Alliance would seek to cover Azeroth in a blanket of death.
Such thoughts, such worries... I carry them alone for the most part. I hide them away because I cannot bare to let someone suffer as I do. I am already cursed to Magiclust... The ones who are close to me die. Xandar died, Moonflower died, Ragarol died.... And maybe I need to die as well... Maybe only Dath'anar can save us now. Maybe... Only the Paladin in me can do something... To unleash the Paladin would... I cannot even think about it, but I know, more than anything else..
The Crimson Watch must fail.