Erohol
03-06-2010, 03:16 PM
March 6th-
I have decided that keeping a record of recent events would be in my own best interest, and thus, I shall attempt to recapture the last few months in summary to the best of my abilities.
At the beginning of this past fall, I was presented with an opportunity for power, and I took it. Inevitably, this resulted in a situation which nearly killed me. By the irony of fate, the very man that had driven me to accept the power was the one who would save me from it - my cousin, Moriol; Death Knight of the Ebon Blade.
I try not to think about the things that he has done in the past - we have set that aside now, and though we do not talk often, he is family, and without him I would be dead. My return to being myself was quickly appreciated, as events surrounding the mysterious entity referred to only in whispers as “the Nameless” found me tracking down a young noblewoman I had met and had the privilege of spending a fair amount of time with. Eurielle Sunrose was in great danger, trapped within the clutches of this beast. I honestly believe that Moriol had been effected by it as well, but I will not question what ultimately became my good fortune.
I did not rest until Eurielle was safe and sound. She had only recently recovered from an illness that, apparently, I had helped to cure, and was quite weak after the whole ordeal. I took her to my home, in the Ghostlands, where I watched over her for the next few days - she slept for most of it, but she smiled a good bit when she was awake. She said that it was almost like a fairy tale - being saved in such a manner by the man she loved.
I proposed, and we spent the next few days relaxing by the fire in each others’ arms.
When it came time however to inform my guild, The Pale Heart, of my return to normal and the good news of my engagement, I was informed by my superior, Keldorin Emberlight, that I would be joining our finest in their attempts to earn a place at the Citadel through the competition at the Argent Tournament.
I trained, and we planned. We fought, and we succeeded.
Two days before our wedding, I was granted the title of Crusader by Tirion himself, and was informed that the assault on the Citadel would begin in three days’ time.
It was a short honeymoon, but it was wonderful. I would return a little over a month later on leave, to the news that I would be a father. Suddenly, my work at the Citadel seemed more important. Before, I was fighting to survive, to be able to go home to my beloved. After this news, I was fighting to eliminate the single greatest threat to my family.
Keldorin and I have a great synergy on the battlefield. He’s someone that I can trust. I think that I will need to sit and discuss with Eurielle the idea of asking him to be our child’s godfather. Along with the rest of our squad, I had no doubt that we would be successful in the Citadel. Ultimately though, the weary do find themselves with a few moments of rest, and a little over a month after I had returned to the Citadel, I returned home again to my beloved Eurielle.
When we heard that the First Legion had put an end to the Lich King’s reign, we had a “second” honeymoon. All that was left to do now was clean up, and to prepare for the future.
Tirion hadn’t exactly paid his Crusaders well - and I’ve heard quite a bit of resentment about that shiny statue of his in the center of Dalaran because of it. I knew that I would be looking for a new home for Eurielle and our child, but I had no money to do so with. Keldorin had mentioned work with the Accord - that there was always good money available for those willing to hunt down and eliminate rogue dragons. I’ll have to keep that in mind, but the fact of the matter is - I’m not particularly comfortable fighting dragons.
I came across a bit of good fortune however, in the form of an audience with a representative of Rhonin’s. Rhonin had apparently known for some time that the actions of a colleague of mine , the warlock known commonly as Duroxas Quel’Ivan, were less than a little immoral, and had prepared a proposition for me.
In exchange for Duroxas being stripped of his ability to manipulate Fel, and his imprisonment in Violet Hold, Eurielle and I would be given a large house located right next to the Dalaran Library - and our children would be educated at the finest of Dalaran’s schools, free of charge.
You don’t need to be a magister to guess what it was that I decided to do.
Unfortunately, my plan backfired, and the device that I had designed to do the job of removing the Fel from Duroxas’ body, and thus his ability to manipulate it, backfired. There were two explosions in Silvermoon that night because of it. Duroxas got away, but I was later informed, this time by Rhonin himself, that his representative had been misinformed.
Duroxas was not a wanted criminal - at least insofar as the Kirin Tor was concerned. By stripping Duroxas of his Fel in such a manner, Duroxas was temporarily made untraceable to the rogue blue dragons who believed that the Nexus War was still not over, and had placed Duroxas as one of their targets. The Violet Hold aspect of the deal was an effort to keep Duroxas somewhere where they could keep an eye on him, and discuss with him in private a job offering.
A job offering which they then extended to me as well. I would act as an agent of the Kirin Tor, tracking down apostates and particularly wicked warlocks as something of a bounty hunter, as well as assisting the merchants of Dalaran. In exchange for these services, I am now receiving steady pay - enough to give Eurielle and our family a comfortable home while continuing to pay for the house.
It is now simply a matter of time before we’re able to move in - paperwork and such to be organized. For now though, I believe it’s time to finish with today’s writing. It’s just about time to start cooking dinner, and it’s always a joy to help Euri in the kitchen.
I’ll write more tomorrow.
- Crusader Erohol Atticae Solisar, Heartsworn, and Agent of the Kirin Tor
I have decided that keeping a record of recent events would be in my own best interest, and thus, I shall attempt to recapture the last few months in summary to the best of my abilities.
At the beginning of this past fall, I was presented with an opportunity for power, and I took it. Inevitably, this resulted in a situation which nearly killed me. By the irony of fate, the very man that had driven me to accept the power was the one who would save me from it - my cousin, Moriol; Death Knight of the Ebon Blade.
I try not to think about the things that he has done in the past - we have set that aside now, and though we do not talk often, he is family, and without him I would be dead. My return to being myself was quickly appreciated, as events surrounding the mysterious entity referred to only in whispers as “the Nameless” found me tracking down a young noblewoman I had met and had the privilege of spending a fair amount of time with. Eurielle Sunrose was in great danger, trapped within the clutches of this beast. I honestly believe that Moriol had been effected by it as well, but I will not question what ultimately became my good fortune.
I did not rest until Eurielle was safe and sound. She had only recently recovered from an illness that, apparently, I had helped to cure, and was quite weak after the whole ordeal. I took her to my home, in the Ghostlands, where I watched over her for the next few days - she slept for most of it, but she smiled a good bit when she was awake. She said that it was almost like a fairy tale - being saved in such a manner by the man she loved.
I proposed, and we spent the next few days relaxing by the fire in each others’ arms.
When it came time however to inform my guild, The Pale Heart, of my return to normal and the good news of my engagement, I was informed by my superior, Keldorin Emberlight, that I would be joining our finest in their attempts to earn a place at the Citadel through the competition at the Argent Tournament.
I trained, and we planned. We fought, and we succeeded.
Two days before our wedding, I was granted the title of Crusader by Tirion himself, and was informed that the assault on the Citadel would begin in three days’ time.
It was a short honeymoon, but it was wonderful. I would return a little over a month later on leave, to the news that I would be a father. Suddenly, my work at the Citadel seemed more important. Before, I was fighting to survive, to be able to go home to my beloved. After this news, I was fighting to eliminate the single greatest threat to my family.
Keldorin and I have a great synergy on the battlefield. He’s someone that I can trust. I think that I will need to sit and discuss with Eurielle the idea of asking him to be our child’s godfather. Along with the rest of our squad, I had no doubt that we would be successful in the Citadel. Ultimately though, the weary do find themselves with a few moments of rest, and a little over a month after I had returned to the Citadel, I returned home again to my beloved Eurielle.
When we heard that the First Legion had put an end to the Lich King’s reign, we had a “second” honeymoon. All that was left to do now was clean up, and to prepare for the future.
Tirion hadn’t exactly paid his Crusaders well - and I’ve heard quite a bit of resentment about that shiny statue of his in the center of Dalaran because of it. I knew that I would be looking for a new home for Eurielle and our child, but I had no money to do so with. Keldorin had mentioned work with the Accord - that there was always good money available for those willing to hunt down and eliminate rogue dragons. I’ll have to keep that in mind, but the fact of the matter is - I’m not particularly comfortable fighting dragons.
I came across a bit of good fortune however, in the form of an audience with a representative of Rhonin’s. Rhonin had apparently known for some time that the actions of a colleague of mine , the warlock known commonly as Duroxas Quel’Ivan, were less than a little immoral, and had prepared a proposition for me.
In exchange for Duroxas being stripped of his ability to manipulate Fel, and his imprisonment in Violet Hold, Eurielle and I would be given a large house located right next to the Dalaran Library - and our children would be educated at the finest of Dalaran’s schools, free of charge.
You don’t need to be a magister to guess what it was that I decided to do.
Unfortunately, my plan backfired, and the device that I had designed to do the job of removing the Fel from Duroxas’ body, and thus his ability to manipulate it, backfired. There were two explosions in Silvermoon that night because of it. Duroxas got away, but I was later informed, this time by Rhonin himself, that his representative had been misinformed.
Duroxas was not a wanted criminal - at least insofar as the Kirin Tor was concerned. By stripping Duroxas of his Fel in such a manner, Duroxas was temporarily made untraceable to the rogue blue dragons who believed that the Nexus War was still not over, and had placed Duroxas as one of their targets. The Violet Hold aspect of the deal was an effort to keep Duroxas somewhere where they could keep an eye on him, and discuss with him in private a job offering.
A job offering which they then extended to me as well. I would act as an agent of the Kirin Tor, tracking down apostates and particularly wicked warlocks as something of a bounty hunter, as well as assisting the merchants of Dalaran. In exchange for these services, I am now receiving steady pay - enough to give Eurielle and our family a comfortable home while continuing to pay for the house.
It is now simply a matter of time before we’re able to move in - paperwork and such to be organized. For now though, I believe it’s time to finish with today’s writing. It’s just about time to start cooking dinner, and it’s always a joy to help Euri in the kitchen.
I’ll write more tomorrow.
- Crusader Erohol Atticae Solisar, Heartsworn, and Agent of the Kirin Tor