In the Blue Recluse of Stormwind, the tavern lays full with life, laughter, and chatter. But under the staircase against the corner sits a mysterious Kal'dorei, A demon hunter. Some give him glares, others give him smiles, while most stare at him blankly, not knowing what to think. Finally a brave enough man walks over to his table, the demon hunter scans him; brown hair, brown eyes, plate armor, a sword and shield, and the look of curiosity. As the man approached the Demon hunter's table he began to speak softly.
"And who might you be, I have never seen your face in this city before", asked the man intently.
The Elf looked at the man closely, studying his movements," What does it matter to you? You have already placed your judgement on me from my looks", Replied the Elf.
"Aye, but as the saying goes, there is more to a book then a cover. I am Ranaldo Shalor, a warrior amongst my kind."
The Elf made a slight chuckle," Your kind.....and ignorant race who has much to learn, like who to speak to and how to speak to them. But I am Celendrin Shadowstalker. What does it matter to you warrior."
"Oh nothing much, you just look like the kind of person with a story," the Ranaldo replied softly.
"Do you seek a story or a history lesson," asked Celendrin in an annoyed manner.
"The man twitched a little, unsure of how to reply." What do you have to present?"
Celendrin laughed mockingly," Please sit, I have a...story to tell you, about an Elf with two sides."
The man sat down quickly, eyeing the Elf with, waiting for him to begin. Others in the tavern also became a bit quite, interested in what Celendrin had to say as well. This not bother Cel', a good story should be heard by many he thought.
"This story is called Nathair Oiche, or it's translated meaning, The Black Serpent. You see once there was a village run by the Kal'dorei. All was peaceful and calm. In the village lived a family, calm and peaceful as well. But within the Kal'dorei family there was a son, he was only about one hundred years of age by now, but there was nothing he fancied more then the shadows. He lovedd to disappear amongst them, for he was quite a cunning rogue as he found out. He used his ability to steal from the local inhabitant of Murlocs, always stealing their food and treasure. But one day he was caught, frightened, he pulled out his pocket knife given to him by his father when he left to fight the second war. He stabbed the Murloc over and over, til' it breathed no sign of life. The boy had ran home, frightened but yet exhilarated by what he had just done. He soon found a knack for killing things, but within the shadows. As he grew, he would do little deeds for certain people of a certain reputation. But everything comes with a price. One day, his village had been ransacked by demons. they had killed off his family and burnt down all the houses, but this now grown man was nowhere in sight, he was busy....stealing. But when he returned, his heart sank. He cried for vengeance, as all that was left were simple grel and a Dreadlord. He did what he did best, he killed them off. But at that point another Kal'dorei entered the picture, a Demon Hunter by the name of Feronas sindweller. He was proud at what the Elf had accomplished, so proud he asked him to join his ranks. With nothing left, The Elf accepted.
After an excruciating proccess to become a Demon Hunter, the two had left to rid the world of all corruption, but the Elf had still basked for the glory of a true assassination, he loved the kill of others then Demons. Sindweller couldn't accept this, and left the Elf to fight on his own. But do not find pitty for the Elf, he found his way. He continued his vow of the Demon Hunter's and kept to killing off the Burning Legion. But he also was becoming a well known assassin through out Azeroth. He feared next that some one would soon want him gone, so he created an alias for himself, some one he could become to fullfil others contracts and deeds. Nathair Oiche was his newly founded alias, and did he love how it fit him. By a simple name change and wardrobe change, he could completely become some one else to fullfil his desire for blood. Demon Hunter by skill, Assassin by trade. Nathair Oiche had everything he could want, but he had one massive weakness, but what it was, no one could figure out, not even I myself can figure out this Oiches' weakness."
The warrior looked at Celendrin in terror but in awe. He fiddled with his finger, his body clearly asking for more," What happened to this...Nathair?"
"And who might you be, I have never seen your face in this city before", asked the man intently.
The Elf looked at the man closely, studying his movements," What does it matter to you? You have already placed your judgement on me from my looks", Replied the Elf.
"Aye, but as the saying goes, there is more to a book then a cover. I am Ranaldo Shalor, a warrior amongst my kind."
The Elf made a slight chuckle," Your kind.....and ignorant race who has much to learn, like who to speak to and how to speak to them. But I am Celendrin Shadowstalker. What does it matter to you warrior."
"Oh nothing much, you just look like the kind of person with a story," the Ranaldo replied softly.
"Do you seek a story or a history lesson," asked Celendrin in an annoyed manner.
"The man twitched a little, unsure of how to reply." What do you have to present?"
Celendrin laughed mockingly," Please sit, I have a...story to tell you, about an Elf with two sides."
The man sat down quickly, eyeing the Elf with, waiting for him to begin. Others in the tavern also became a bit quite, interested in what Celendrin had to say as well. This not bother Cel', a good story should be heard by many he thought.
"This story is called Nathair Oiche, or it's translated meaning, The Black Serpent. You see once there was a village run by the Kal'dorei. All was peaceful and calm. In the village lived a family, calm and peaceful as well. But within the Kal'dorei family there was a son, he was only about one hundred years of age by now, but there was nothing he fancied more then the shadows. He lovedd to disappear amongst them, for he was quite a cunning rogue as he found out. He used his ability to steal from the local inhabitant of Murlocs, always stealing their food and treasure. But one day he was caught, frightened, he pulled out his pocket knife given to him by his father when he left to fight the second war. He stabbed the Murloc over and over, til' it breathed no sign of life. The boy had ran home, frightened but yet exhilarated by what he had just done. He soon found a knack for killing things, but within the shadows. As he grew, he would do little deeds for certain people of a certain reputation. But everything comes with a price. One day, his village had been ransacked by demons. they had killed off his family and burnt down all the houses, but this now grown man was nowhere in sight, he was busy....stealing. But when he returned, his heart sank. He cried for vengeance, as all that was left were simple grel and a Dreadlord. He did what he did best, he killed them off. But at that point another Kal'dorei entered the picture, a Demon Hunter by the name of Feronas sindweller. He was proud at what the Elf had accomplished, so proud he asked him to join his ranks. With nothing left, The Elf accepted.
After an excruciating proccess to become a Demon Hunter, the two had left to rid the world of all corruption, but the Elf had still basked for the glory of a true assassination, he loved the kill of others then Demons. Sindweller couldn't accept this, and left the Elf to fight on his own. But do not find pitty for the Elf, he found his way. He continued his vow of the Demon Hunter's and kept to killing off the Burning Legion. But he also was becoming a well known assassin through out Azeroth. He feared next that some one would soon want him gone, so he created an alias for himself, some one he could become to fullfil others contracts and deeds. Nathair Oiche was his newly founded alias, and did he love how it fit him. By a simple name change and wardrobe change, he could completely become some one else to fullfil his desire for blood. Demon Hunter by skill, Assassin by trade. Nathair Oiche had everything he could want, but he had one massive weakness, but what it was, no one could figure out, not even I myself can figure out this Oiches' weakness."
The warrior looked at Celendrin in terror but in awe. He fiddled with his finger, his body clearly asking for more," What happened to this...Nathair?"
Edited by Celendrin on 2/18/2012 3:10 PM PST
