Theft of the Light

[Securo]

Securo had finally returned to Azeroth. After years of being in those forsaken ruins of a planet he had finally returned to a world that he once called home. He was late, however. The portal had beened openned for months, but Securo had neglected going out the other side. Since then humans, orcs, dwarves, and many other races had decided to run through the portal to this side. The last time he had seen Azeroth he had been in robes hiding his face from those around him, and then it had the Alliance that had persecuted "his people", if he could even call them that.

But who needed those bleeding fools. The Blood Elves were not his allies, but nor were the humans that were now roaming those lands with their allies. Securo had refused to enter the portal, for on the other side nothing had waited for him.

When he decided to go through with it he had been in a hurry, running from a group of humans on horseback. Securo's horse had died on the way up the large staircase, something that had just made his trip home from a ride to a walk.

Home

Securo couldn't even call Quel'thelas home anymore. He had been exiled, it was not home, it was not friendly, and it sure as hell wasn't what it once was. Arthas and the scourge had eradicated it, and nearly Securo with it. If it weren't for his fast actions he wouldn't have made it out of that battle alive. He had ran at the last possible moment, as all his allies were cut down around him.

This was why he was exiled, for he was a coward, he had chose to ran and not to stay and fight, this had sealed his death warrant. Not even his last surviving family member had spared him, though he wouldn't have expected more from that bitch.

Kelithiaa N'vena....

She didn't deserve that name, it was the name of HIS house. Kelithiaa was an illegitmate child, nothing more. She was not family, not true family. The last true family he had died during that battle, long before the front lines reached him. Now he was baron of an empty house, how depressing.

He took one step from the portal, one long stride, and with it he felt his cracked armor begin to give under the stress. It had been a long fight indeed with those humans. They had destroyed all that he was wearing, all but his sword, and that was barely still in one piece. His armor was nothing but dead weight, and if he were wearing anything under it he would have taken it off already.

Another step, another long step.

His sword, it was heavy too, far too heavy. This was going to be a long trip, how could he make it with such heavy equipment. He smiled for a second as he thought of the powers he had accumilated while in Outland, the elves would feel foolish for banishing him.

He had a thought flash for his head, he could wait for a caster, yes a caster. Mages, Warlocks, and Priests all wore very light armor, armor made of cloth. If he could wait around the corner of the portal, one would surely come, he could take their armor and continue on his journey with armor that was weightless.

Securo walked towards the side, damn that armor was heavy, and so was the sword. He had never noticed how heavy it had been, the powers he posessed had made it all seem weightless, why didn't it now.

It was then the night elf priest came out of the portal in his long robes. He rode out on a tiger, it was going to have to be fast. Securo tried to jump toward him, but noticed that the armor was too heavy to even pull at a walking speed. He clammered toward the priest and tripped. His sword bounced off the ground at a vertical angle and slashed down at the tiger. It scraped the side of it forcing it to rear up and throw the night elf from it. The tiger ran from him leaving the priest alone.

Securo grabbed at the plate of armor on his chest and arm and pulled hard, the armor shattered off crumbling to pieces as it fell to the ground, he did the same with his legs, belt, and feet. It had only taken seconds to take off the armor he had spent a half hour putting on, it was truly destroyed. He leapt toward the night elf with his hands outstretched. They clasped around his neck and began to squeeze.

At first the elf struggled, he kicked and squirmed and tried grabbing Securo's throat. But gradually the elf began to loosen his grip, he stopped moving so much, and eventually he stopped moving all together. His eyes closed and his mouth fell gaping open. Securo smiled as he reached for a chunk of his armor with his left hand. He grasped it and stabbed it directly into the night elf's throat, effectively and difinitively killing him.




It had only taken him a few minutes to get the robes on. They were light and seemed weightless. Now at least his ride would be less exhausting. Securo reached his hand out for his sword and whispered something. The sword just sat there, unmoving, untouched.

Securo frowned and whispered it again, then again after another failure. Then he began yelling it, the incantation he had learned. One of the most simple things he had learned, moving without touching, was not working. If that wasn't working, Securo was sure his powers of attack and defense were most likely gone too.

It was then he realized, the portal had done something to him. An undesired effect had came upon him. Securo was weak again, feeble, nothing more than an elf in cloth sitting in an area full of strong beasts and oponnents. Securo shuddered. He pulled the hood up on the brown robes and placed it cleanly over his long black hair. His blue eyes were filled with rage, and his mouth was twisted in an ugly shape of disguist.

He saw the tiger slowly walk back and stop in front of him. Securo outstretched his hand to it and touched it on it's back. The tiger didn't bite, it didn't fight, it just stood there. Securo raised his leg over the side and sat comfortably on the back of the tiger and pointed him down the easilly seen path of large hooves, those not of a horse. He was sure that path lead somewhere other than where the humans were. And if his observations had been correct, the only thing large enough to make those tracks was a Kodo, a beast ridden by members of the Horde, not the Alliance. The Horde was friendly with the blood elves, a race he was anatomically identical with.

Securo kicked the tiger on its sides and held tightly on the reigns as the tiger leapt forward in a sprint. Securo sighed, it was going to be a long ass trip.

[Swerto]

((and yes Securo is me, tell me what you think people))

[Securo]

The ride was long. Hours of nonstop riding had gotten him to his destination, booty bay. If it were still a free port he was sure he could find passage to wherever he needed to go, perhaps even Eversong Woods.

The tiger was tired, but Securo cared little. He dismounted outside the large tunnel that lead toward the port and let the tiger run free. The beast would probably run all the way back to its fallen master and wait until either it died of hunger or someone else claimed it.

It didn't take him long to find a young ship captain who wanted to take him to where he was going. The captain suggested that he go to Tirisfall Glades, it was closer and easier to reach, it also was home to the Forsaken who had a portal directly into Silvermoon City.

It was a wise plan, Securo agreed, it would also give him a chance to think over what he was going to do. Without his power Securo was nothing more than any other. Perhaps he should stop by what was now called Deathknell, there he could probably get some cheap armor to wear.








The ship stopped far offshore of Tirisfall. The captain pointed toward the plank.

"You be jumpin off 'ere. I no' be stupid 'nuff to try t' row ya ashore. G'luck mate." The captain said as he raised the anchor preparing to depart.

Securo got a running start and jumped head first off the side of the boat. The water came at his face quicker than he thought it would. The water was so cold Securo had trouble swimming back to the surface. When he finally did the ship was already leaving, too late to go back now. The shore wasn't far away, and it looked like it was clear compared to the other shores he was taken to that were infested with Murlocs.

The short swim woke Securo up and got him ready for the trip ahead. If the captain was right a road that lead to Brill was ahead, near Brill the ruins of Lorderan's Capital City remained, far underneath Undercity flourished. Deathknell was also on the way to Brill and would be a minor detour.

"Good thing I got this small sword from him..." Securo said pulling the small one-handed sword out and looking it over. He put it in a shieth on his belt. He felt more free without the robes, he had discarded them before the trip and exchanged them for some clean clothes.

The vendor seemed pleased that he was selling the items, giving him two gold for the trashed clothes. Securo only had to pay a few copper for his clothes, good thing. Now he had spare money to buy the armor and weapons he might need in Deathknell.

The road wasn't far ahead, Securo reminded himself. The murky darkness of the area kept Securo on the edge. The stench of death filled the air, but this didn't surprise him. The entire kingdom of Lorderan had been slaughtered by the scourge, the survivors had fled either toward the gates to Gilneas or elsewhere.

Securo smiled to himself, the humans got what they deserved. They refused to help the elves when they needed it most, and in turn they had no allies to fall back on when the armies of the dead came after them. Justice.

[Securo]

Deathknell.


The road wasn't long, or hard to find. The road lead through wooden gates into an open area. The gates hard undead guards posted at either side, Securo guessed these must be the forsaken. The undead that broke free from the lich king with former Quel'dorei Sylvanas Windrunner. If there was a group Securo could ally with in the Horde, they would be it.

Deathknell was a town split in half, on one side mindless Scourge walked around aimlessly, however they were too stupid and weak to be of any danger to anyone who walked past. Securo didn't even to unsheathe his blade as he walked through. The road continued forward to the other half of the town. Two Forsaken guards stood on the narrow opening in a wooden barricade seperating the town in half.

The guards only glanced at him as he walked by, one stopped him when they got a look at his eyes.

"You, what is it with your eyes, they aren't the same as the others. Your eyes look like that of a high elf." The forsaken guard gurgled out of a lipless mouth.

"That is because I am not Sin'dorei, I am Quel'dorei. I have not dealt with my Arcane addiction in the same way, therefore my eyes have remained their natural color and state." Securo said pointing at his eyes.

"Do not fret, however, I am not allied with the Alliance. I am currently neutral in this conflict and I wish to join on the side of the Horde, but not through the Blood Elves. I hear you Forsaken are powerful warriors who are making a place for yourself in this world. You would be the perfect group for me to join." Securo said smirking.

The guard simply stared him over for a moment before answering.

"Very well, It is not up to me ofcourse, follow me. There is an apothecary visiting, and he is perhaps the highest ranking member of the royal court present. It is up to him whether or not to let you in." The guard said sheathing his blade and leading Securo toward a temple.

There was no door on the temple, and the inside was open. The benches that formerly were lined up to view the front were now pushed to the side. The room had six Forsaken standing around bickering over different things.

One wearing a red robe was arguing with a female with a blue robe over whether or not the mindless had any chance on ever becoming Forsaken. The man seemed to be winning the argumentt with the woman simply nodding and listening.

The guard continued to push Securo foward toward one man in a large black robe with large silver shoulder pads. He had a hood covering most of his face fron the nose up in shadow. The Forsaken's jaw was hanging loose ripped from the muscles that once held it in place.

The man looked up at Securo revealing deep red eyes. He smiled broadly, at least Securo thought it was a smile. The lack of skin on much of his face made it hard to judge.

"Ah an elf in Deathknell, that is new. You're eyes don't have the normal Blood Elf color do they?" The forsaken stated bringing a boney hand to his jaw moving it around. The voice had a deep unnatural sound to it. Securo had no idea how he talked.

"You must be the Royal Apothecary this guard here brought me to see. It's an honor. I am Baron Securo N'vena. I am Quel'dorei and neutral in this conflict as of yet. I wish to join the Horde through the Forsaken." Securo said lowering his head somewhat.

"Hmmm... wouldn't you be more at home with the Sin'dorei? Unless... unless you did something to piss them off that is." The Apothecary "smiled" again.

"Yes, I have been outcast from their society for some time now. To be exact right after the destruction of the sunwell." Securo said frowning.

"Ah I see. Well first you can prove some worth by clearing up a problem we are having with scourge in the area. Don't fret, however, they are weak and easy to kill. There is just too many of them and it is a little out of the way and a waste of time for anyone important to do. We usually just sick the newly awoken on them to warm them up for the world outside. Go kill... lets say thirty of the dead with meat still on their bones and return." the Apothecary said lifting a hand aiming toward the exit.

"Now if you would go do it now that would be very useful," The Apothecary said turning around and talking to the Forsaken in the red robe that had appproached during their conversation.

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[Securo]

Their heads were little more than pumpkins as the sword went through them. Limbs and corpses surrounded Securo. He felt strength rushing through him, adrenaline. He was swinging wildly and aimlessly at this point, but he had taken down well over thirty of the corpses. He had forgotten the number he was told to kill, he didn't care any more. The last one he killed had been holding a long schimitar, something Securo knew how to use much better. Securo had used the blade and had been testing it on different corspses. It had been only about thirty minutes since he started but he believed it was time to return and claim his award.

The Apothecary didn't look surprised to see him, or that he was covered in the juices of the undead. The Apothecary gave him the "smile" again and walked toward him.

"While you have been doing your killing I have gotten ahold of the rest of the Apothecaries. We have decided that you can have a chance to prove yourself to the Forsaken. Even though you will not become a full fledged member of the forsaken... unless you wish for us to make you one... we will take responsability for your actions. Many that were not have became exalted by us, and it is not uncommon to see an Orc or a Troll riding around on a horse they bought from us in Brill. Welcome Securo, do not misuse this trust." The Apothecary lifted a clawed hand and held in front of Securo.

Securo bit his tongue as he lifted his hand and grasped around the cold flesh. The Apothecary looked up at Securo and "frowned".

"Is there a problem, elf?"

"I am having a... problem... claiming my former power. Right now I am nothing more than a weak warrior swinging a blade... I wish to become much more."

"Ah I see... well perhaps you could talk to the Blood Knights about that. Even though they don't like you, you could probably pass for Sin'dorei. I'm pretty sure you could see if the path of a Paladin does any good for you, it is a little more than mindlessly swinging a blade. I'm afraid the Forsaken can do nothing for you when it comes to that." The Apothecary said as he turned and headed toward a pedastal. "You should head to Brill now Baron N'vena. Follow the road and you'll reach there. Speak with the Inn keeper, he should have an odd job or two for you to do, perhaps even know some people around town to speak to. Earn your trust with the Forsaken and you will not be dissapointed."

"Yes... sir." Securo said relunctantly lifting his hand to his chest in a salute. He turned and left the building walking along the road. A few newly awakened forsaken gave him odd looks as he walked by, obviously they had never seen an elf before. Securo chuckled to himself.




Brill wasn't a long distance from Deathknell, just an uneventful trip down the road. Securo frowned as he looked across the town. He had seen it when it was still full of life decades ago. A large portion of the area around here was actually a city, or close to it. Most of it had been torn down by the scourge and later the Forsaken. Brill was one of the last cities that were once part of the kingdom of Lorderan.

The inn was full of comers and goers. Securo believed it was called the Gallow's End Tavern. He saw an Orc in the corner arguing with a Forsaken with a large sword. They both were wearing mail armor and were arguing over something Securo had missed.

"On my ass? I was on my ass? Yuse, I saw you on your ass far more than I was. What can I say, those Troggs sure can push." The Forsaken said laughing. The Orc refused to answer him and just drank. Securo continued forward toward the Innkeeper.

"Excuse me... corpse. I was told by a Royal Apothecary to speak to you and see if there was anything to do around town." Securo said with a disguisted tone. There was an odd stench reaching his nostrils, and it was beginning to annoy him. "What is that... stench?"

"That stench is the stench rotting meat in the back. Yes there is something for you to do. There are scarlets all over the area surrounding here. Problem is every time we kill one ten more seem to pop up, we need some crowd control. Speak with the Deathguard in front of the town hall for more information. I really don't know much about it." The Forsaken pointing out the window toward another Forsaken on a horse nearbye.

[Securo]

It had taken him hours to please the people in Brill, hours. He was sick of it already. Scarlet after scarlet was put down by his blade. At the end of the time, though, he had a new set of armor and a new sword and shield. He was feeling some strength return to him, but barely any. He had to find a way to get his power back, and if not his power, than a new power... a stronger power.

It was then he saw two bloodknights riding their chargers past him slowly. They were speaking of the Light and how they had stolen it. They were laughing about it too.

"That Naaru... he's a slave, and we are his masters. He will never get free!" The first said.
"He better not, or this power we have might not last too long. You understand it is only through him we are connected to the Light," The second said.
"True... should we even be talking about this outside of Silvermoon?" The first said.
"Don't worry about it, noone else but blood elves can understand Thalasian." The second said laughing.

"The light..." Securo said slowly.

The Quel'dorei had worshipped the Light for centuries. It was the main connection between them and the other members of the Alliance. Most of the legit paladins and priests, however, had died during the battle in Quel'thelas or shortly after. He never understood how the Blood Elves seemed to form the Blood Knights so quickly, and how they had became so powerful. Securo had ran into one in Outland a month earlier. The encounter had left him wounded and the Blood Knight dead.

If there was a power that could be quickly attained, it was most likely that. Now he understood, they were leaching off of this Naaru. By stealing their power, they had gained it quickly, and had not suffered because of it. Securo smiled as he walked towards Undercity slowly.

He knew in the ruins of Lorderan there was a portal that would take him directly to silvermoon. He was on his way to steal from a Naaru... this was going to be fun. Securo cracked a sly grin.