User:Sinchume/Carr Caellove
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| Carr Caellove | |
|---|---|
| Gender | Female |
| Race | Undead |
| Character class | Priest |
| Affiliation | <Brass Knuckle Therapy> |
| Occupation | Tailor/Enchanter |
Realm: Durotan
Spec: Holy/Shadow
Life
Excepts from the Book of Remorse by Inquisitor Sierthic
Her parents were massacared by the Orc attack on Northshire Abbey when she was still a toddler. As Stormwind fell, a cleric who knew her parents took her and fleed to Alterac. There she grew up in various monastaries educated in the teaching of the Light and eventually became a priestess. At a early age she accompanied the Knights of the Silver Hand in the defense of Lordaeron.
Not many towns who fell to the Scourge had there name changed. But the Battle of Terrordale wasn't like most other battles. Very little is known about the first town taken by the Scourge except in her final diary entry before death.
| We came quickly as we saw the city of Stratholme engulfed in flames. The city gates were closed shut with out any hope for those within. Not knowing what enemy could have taken such a city by surprise, we quickly set out to defend a nearby towne. We thought it was fortunate that the city had natural defences with its mountainous border. Foolishly, we built our defences pointing toward the blazing fire of Stratholme.
Long past night fall, and the infernal blaze continued. People thought they could hear screams, although it could just have been the imagination interpreting the noises of this hellfire. Hours continued still with no attack, not even a sign of what the enemy looked like. Near dawn several palladins began to question weither it was an actual attack at all. Then it happened. Screams. The screams we expected to hear from the smoldering city, but out of place. The screaming was from behind us. A monster resembling a humoungous spider like beast was pearched ontop a cottage, grabbing at the lifes inside. Then several more beasts swarmed over the town. They were pouring out from a recently dugged tunnel on the side of mountains we felt so safe next to. The battle was lost before it had began. We had failed these people but we hadn't known it yet. Several of the palladins charged into battle before we saw it. A beast like the others, but 10 fold larger. While the other beasts seeked to pray upon the weak, this one hunted our holy warriors. Quickly our numbers dwindled. Chirrad gave me the reigns of his stead and told me reach Corrin's Crossing and warn everyone. That was the last I saw of my beloved, or anyone else from our unit. |
She died a month later at the hands of the militia defending Darrowshire. The milita had become tainted by the undead and slayed the inhabitats. A dire example of why we must not trust even the living who have not sworn to the Crusade.
Undeath
Most of the other Forsaken, ashamed of their monstrous past, will tell you that they had no control while under the Lich King's spell. In a way, that is the truth and a nice safe truth, but its not the whole truth. The truth is we willingly went along with the Lich King.
We weren't exactly aware of what was going. It was all subconscious. The Lich King controlled us just as a baker would control kids in a sweet shop. When we saw life, something in us told us to kill, and kill we eagerly did. After the kill, we were rewarded with such great gratification.
What made us kill? The same thing that makes a kid eat cake. Were we under control? Is a baker a child's keeper? I, like many of my fellow fallen who have forgotten, killed for the sole pleasure of it, and I am a monster for it.
Then one day, the pleasure left. I've been told by those who admit the truth, that this was because of the Lich King was losing his strength over us. Without this pleasure, I just roamed, even ignored the living until they became hostile. Then I heard her call, Lady Sylvanas calling all those who had enough mental self control to come to her.
Forsaken
After helping Sylvanis create a base under Lorderdon, I have regrouped with other priests in my predicament. In life I was a servant of the Light. Now where was the Light? Where was the Light when my parents died? Where was the Light when my beloved died allowing me to flee? Where was the Light when I was killed by my own allies? Where was the Light when I was rewarded by the pain others?
It would have been easy for me to turn my back on the Light had I not been able to feel it in me. No, I don't have answers for my own questions. But I know that the Light is still there and that somehow I'm connected to it. Although admittedly I am corrupted. My teachings have been appended with the teachings of the Shadow.
Where once I blindly followed, I now wield the knowledge of both. At times a master, yet often weakened by my own conflicts within. Joy comes to me through the healing I do, yet another joy, a mirror joy slightly altered comes from the pain I give.
