Thonlian
02-19-2008, 02:25 PM
This is a recording of my memories.
My past.
My life.
If it is ever found, make of it what you will. Only I will know what I have seen.
What I have felt.
What truly was and will ever be.
May the gods, goddesses, Light, Darkness, Titans or whatever rules over this domain be my witness in all of this. I promise, I will only speak truth.
No better place than the beginning to start, correct? I thought so.
Many will not believe me when I tell them I have seen more than they can ever fathom. I do not even believe it myself at times. I witnessed the Sundering. I saw the well. I was one of the chosen within the Queen's walls. One of the special chosen.
I regret it. I was only a child during this time. If I had a choice, I would have much rather lived outside the walls. With the other elves. The ones called 'Night elves' now by most.
But we learn from out mistakes, correct? Some do, anyway. I feel I have made many mistakes. The most recent being my addiction to the arcane energies. I cannot live without them.
I am getting ahead of myself, aren't I?
The Sundering. The Legion. The Well of Eternity. Hyjal.
These were a few of the events in my far too long life that have shaped me into who I am. What I have become. Mother and Father were my idols. They believed in the Queen, even though it was obvious she was being manipulated. Loyalty leads to stupidity. Wrong choices.
I remember the travel across the newly formed sea. The smell of the death lingering in the air from what had transpired. The wet air causing more discomfort than any of us were used to.
I remember watching the birds above deck. Some feasting upon the floating bodies of the dead that were left in the wake of the Sundering. The air was tainted. The water was undrinkable. The sea animals had not even begun to venture into these waters. Food was scarce.
Those days I do not miss.
Much hatred began to brew upon the boats. Hatred for the elves who stayed behind. Clung to nature. The 'lower' elves. Stupid mistakes.
But we still managed. We still live. We still thrive.
Quel'Thalas. That was what we called home. A great kingdom of exiled highborne. High elves, some called themselves.
Oh, by this point, I am sure you are wondering what I am, right? I am considered a blood elf. Yes. My eyes are green, as opposed to the common blue of High Elves. I gave into the addiction. I live in Silvermoon.
I seek redemption. I want to rid myself of my weakness. Who wouldn't? But my old age has gotten to me over the years. I do not know if I will ever be able to go back to who I was.
So many things I wish to change.
Oh.
My name you ask? I will get to that. Patience.
Back to my train of thought. Quel'Thalas. I remember many times, during its younger days before it became the great kingdom it once was, the trolls attacking. They were angry we were claiming their land as our own.
And who could blame them? Yet another black mark on our life. Looking back, I wish I could have done something to change it. But, alas, there is not much I could have done anyway. I had no skills. I was a child. I lacked experience and knowledge to do anything.
A child's dream of peace. Wishing it would come true.
Many days were spent indoors because of the vengeful trolls that would sneak through the still unpaved streets. Rumors of children being snatched. Women being taken. Men being gutted and hung from their homes.
The wars were forever ongoing. And still are today. Pain and revenge will only bring more. This I know from experience. True peace will never be obtained. As sad of a tale as it is.
So what better way to battle this threat than to learn? Learning is what I did. All I did. For you see, I am a Scholar. Though, some call me a Magister of the Arcane arts from time to time. Which is, in itself, true. A mage, wizard, magister. These are names by which you can call me.
And I am no one. Another being living within the confines of Silvermoon. A corrupted highborne. A 'blood elf' to those who would not understand. I used to walk the night just as my brethren who have sided with the Humans.
Life has been long. Life has been hard. It will always be so.
So, there we are. A little bit about myself. A good start, no? Possibly. But there is oh so much more to write. But for now, I shall leave it at this. My wrist hurts from the writing.
I am Thonlian Lunar'Mas, magister and scholar. Blood elf and highborne.
This is a recording of my memories.
My past.
My life.
If it is ever found, make of it what you will. Only I will know what I have seen.
What I have felt.
What truly was and will ever be.
May the gods, goddesses, Light, Darkness, Titans or whatever rules over this domain be my witness in all of this. I promise, I will only speak truth.
No better place than the beginning to start, correct? I thought so.
Many will not believe me when I tell them I have seen more than they can ever fathom. I do not even believe it myself at times. I witnessed the Sundering. I saw the well. I was one of the chosen within the Queen's walls. One of the special chosen.
I regret it. I was only a child during this time. If I had a choice, I would have much rather lived outside the walls. With the other elves. The ones called 'Night elves' now by most.
But we learn from out mistakes, correct? Some do, anyway. I feel I have made many mistakes. The most recent being my addiction to the arcane energies. I cannot live without them.
I am getting ahead of myself, aren't I?
The Sundering. The Legion. The Well of Eternity. Hyjal.
These were a few of the events in my far too long life that have shaped me into who I am. What I have become. Mother and Father were my idols. They believed in the Queen, even though it was obvious she was being manipulated. Loyalty leads to stupidity. Wrong choices.
I remember the travel across the newly formed sea. The smell of the death lingering in the air from what had transpired. The wet air causing more discomfort than any of us were used to.
I remember watching the birds above deck. Some feasting upon the floating bodies of the dead that were left in the wake of the Sundering. The air was tainted. The water was undrinkable. The sea animals had not even begun to venture into these waters. Food was scarce.
Those days I do not miss.
Much hatred began to brew upon the boats. Hatred for the elves who stayed behind. Clung to nature. The 'lower' elves. Stupid mistakes.
But we still managed. We still live. We still thrive.
Quel'Thalas. That was what we called home. A great kingdom of exiled highborne. High elves, some called themselves.
Oh, by this point, I am sure you are wondering what I am, right? I am considered a blood elf. Yes. My eyes are green, as opposed to the common blue of High Elves. I gave into the addiction. I live in Silvermoon.
I seek redemption. I want to rid myself of my weakness. Who wouldn't? But my old age has gotten to me over the years. I do not know if I will ever be able to go back to who I was.
So many things I wish to change.
Oh.
My name you ask? I will get to that. Patience.
Back to my train of thought. Quel'Thalas. I remember many times, during its younger days before it became the great kingdom it once was, the trolls attacking. They were angry we were claiming their land as our own.
And who could blame them? Yet another black mark on our life. Looking back, I wish I could have done something to change it. But, alas, there is not much I could have done anyway. I had no skills. I was a child. I lacked experience and knowledge to do anything.
A child's dream of peace. Wishing it would come true.
Many days were spent indoors because of the vengeful trolls that would sneak through the still unpaved streets. Rumors of children being snatched. Women being taken. Men being gutted and hung from their homes.
The wars were forever ongoing. And still are today. Pain and revenge will only bring more. This I know from experience. True peace will never be obtained. As sad of a tale as it is.
So what better way to battle this threat than to learn? Learning is what I did. All I did. For you see, I am a Scholar. Though, some call me a Magister of the Arcane arts from time to time. Which is, in itself, true. A mage, wizard, magister. These are names by which you can call me.
And I am no one. Another being living within the confines of Silvermoon. A corrupted highborne. A 'blood elf' to those who would not understand. I used to walk the night just as my brethren who have sided with the Humans.
Life has been long. Life has been hard. It will always be so.
So, there we are. A little bit about myself. A good start, no? Possibly. But there is oh so much more to write. But for now, I shall leave it at this. My wrist hurts from the writing.
I am Thonlian Lunar'Mas, magister and scholar. Blood elf and highborne.
This is a recording of my memories.