Server:Sisters of Elune US/Fairin
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Home Server: Sisters of Elune
Race: Night Elf
Age: 250
Class: Druid
Interests: protected , protecting... writeing singing Flying, wild nights. being the nice guy, Going the Distance
Guild: Avatars
Quote:' Dont Be Afraid Your Life Will End, Be Afraid It Will Never Begin...
Physical Description: Fairin, Nature's Avatar, is a sleek, strong, blue furred panther (most of the time - sometimes a black raven and a large brown bear). He has the most adorable eyes but they can turn fierce in a nanosecond when faced with the enemy.
Personality Description: the Hero, the swift panther that will be there when hes needed, one of the few that everybody will like . and those that hate that kind of kitty immidately dislike - he adores his love, Seela, and will protect her to the end if need be as she would him
History: Before the Sundering, the names for history to remember do not include Fairin, demon hunter, Commander of Illidan's forces only the select few still recall those that were present the first time the well of eternity was used for demonic purposes, after leading several campaigns and finally takeing the temple of Azshara stopping them from summoning the Great Destroyer Sargeras from entering the world...
Finding his commander gone Fairin reported directly to Malfurion.
"The Temple is ours, Malfurion, let us defend you while you shut the gate before anymore demons pour into our world."
Malfurion looked at the demon hunter, "Where is my brother?"
"The last I spoke to your brother, he ordered me to take the temple. I led the vanguard of the encounter through their primary defenses. where Illidan made off to I dont know"
in the final hour Illidan betrayed Malfurion by saving a vial of water from the well of eternity, and in secret fled west from Azshara .. into the mountians.... the calamity known as the great Sundering tore the continent apart as the entire world shifted many elves died that day. but amoung them the leaders survived. Fairin hung up his warglaves, and founded a village tending the forest to be regrown while Illidan in the mountians of Hyjal recreated the well of eternity with his need for magic and the vial of water he stole. When he told his brother of this, of his Betrayal, he was imprisoned in the mountain for what he had wrought.
Malfurion sought out the Dragonflights and it was with them and their blessing and the promise of the entire night elf race to tend the Emerald Dream did they create the great Tree of Life atop the new well of eternity, Nordrassil, which granted Immortality to the entire race of Elves.
Ten Thousand years later (after the Silithid encounter), Malfurion still in the Emerald dream, Illidan still locked away in his prison.. Fairin led his community as they restored Ashenvale to its newfound glory, his family remained small, only his wife and two daughters. A change was on the breeze...
The Orcs landed on Kalimdor with the plotting of the Burning Legion again attempting to sunder this world, and the prodding of Medivh the last Guardian of Tirisfal, they ventured north and began to cut into the wood of Ashenvale.
The Night Elves of course responded with arrows of their own but with a majority of their race slumbering within the Emerald Dream they were hardly a match for the onset of the battle hardened horde, especally when the Demon Mannoroth the true 'owner' of the orcs spilt his own blood, reigniteing the blood craze within every orc that drank of the water and cast the yearning to taste the powerful water.
Grom Hellscream himself drank of the water as did his entire tribe, and spear headed the new 'war' into the Ashenvale and slew Cenarius, Avatar of Elune, in a great battle as he tore through the forest and upon the fleeing night elves .. only one village put up any resistance at all...
It was twilight, many sentinels already ushering the younger elves with little or no battle experience away.. his armor gleaming in the moonlight as the cloudless night shone upon him he had bade his family retreat to Nordrassil while he and his personally trained guard harass the orcs in the forest, fighting the way the orcs did was folly only to loose to their greater numbers...
It was the calm before the storm when he looked out and down upon his village he tended for the last ten thousand years he saw the orcs and their scouting party .. as they entered the "abandoned" town.. in an instant each one taken down by an arrow in the night.. he knew his sentinals would not fail him . he trained each one personally .. his mind drew to other matters when he heard a scream... his wife his only loves voice in the twilight as he thoughtlessly droped to the ground below his house in the trees and skirted off to find her hurt her sword on the ground as blood trickled down her arm from the arrow that pinned her to a tree through her shoulder, three of his sentinals arrived just moments after he did as it was a ruse.. the ambush begun. Orcs poured over with their lust to kill as he gave his final order: take her to the tree with his family as he drew his blades his eyes gleaming with final death to his enemies...
He knew his sentinals would obey his commands, knowing full well he would die tonight, his only thoughts were to his goddess to bless his family with her protection as he valliantly gave his life for them. He fought as he was trained, in the art of Demonslaying, his twin glaves spuring every attack with death but even with his own abilities .. eventually one of them would get lucky...
He backed into the courtyard of his town, knowing he was trapped, knowing at least here he could see the moon one last time before he died he slew countless orcs this night. before taking his first hit . an arrow to his thigh. piercing the armor the numbing pain slowing him as he took vicious hits as his armor held through them. in one last final atack he slew the last 4 orcs at once attacking him.. as the line of the armys advance over his town was led by Grom Hellscream, who approached watching this encounterplay out as his personal vanguard was slain by one elf. the bloodcraze raged in his veins as only his honor instilled by thrall balked at the sight of the lone warrior dieing on the battle field.. watching him as his strength left him . his gleaming glaves slid to the ground as he fell backwards . with his mortal wounds.. the orc strode over and picked up the glaves. the power artifacts radiated in the moonlight as he placed them in to the dieing elf's grasp as he stared at the moon above.. his final thoughts only of his family, the orcs that day left the bodies of the slain in honor of their battle.
Hours passed as the orcs left the abandoned city. a pillar of moonlight shown apon the body of the fallen Commander , his form began to change as fur grew over his body . the armor melded into his skin. his grasp around his weapons became paws .. the blades .. his claws, his face took upon the guise of a feral panther as Elune blessed her new Avatar with his predatory form . a NightPanther his protector spirit remains but death has its tolls.. his memory fragmented as he barely knew 'where' he was .. the who ... was gone after the Burning Legion was defeated and nordrassil sacrificed he wandered the forest. protecting , tending. his panther side consumed his mentality the elf he once was lost but the skill. the foresight of the ten thousand year old commander . remained ever sharp
nights go by as he has troubled dreams of a night elf woman crying. haunt him to this day. their meaning . escapeing him
finally after so many years life seems to have returned to the forests and the world in general his curiosity over some of the newer races caused him to travel . stowing aboard ships.. prowling through the lands until he found a citadel in the jungles of southern Azeroth, lead by a Queen, one of his sentinels, he knew her scent.. she took him and accepted him into her tribe and found her new 'pet' could talk. she taught him the language of the humans. abit broken by his inability to form letters
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