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BloodElf Hunter Blackwater Raiders Horde

1 Quietly Watches You

2 A deep Elegant elopes her, whispering of a once gentle novel of beauty and romance not found in today world, yet now a deep strength of power of the knowledge a battle can be seen on her flesh greatly...

3 The night sky had filled with the swirls of green calamity. Distant war cry's bellowed as thunder. And the lightening lite up the Battle Fields with the Sounds of Blood sweat and fight, keeping in turn with the STORM!
From birth, I Lady Deathitt, have had the pleasure of a good life. Raised within a loving caring house. With a grand Father. A strong Mother. My parents saw I had knowledge at a young age. But somewhat Spoiled by the lower women of the longhouses. Loved by my instructors. Adored by my teachers. I was set to step into my Parents places when the time came. And I was surely ready to make them proud.

Taking up a strong Husband and bore healthy child and still attain many raids bold and proud. Til one night...
The the skies filled with the swirls of green calamity, Its priested long yet left as quick as it had came. My Husband had taken some to fight to protect another part of the clan, Leaving me to our village, thinking he would return sooner to ward off any battle that reached here but was sure it wouldn't. He was wrong...
Scarlet cloth of soaked fabric clanged, I dropped metal and wood, breaking the now haunting silence filled with distant cries. the flames still smoothened and the smell of death had filled the air. The Dusty rage against the dark in that hour's argument had not settled nothing but pain. As the darkest angel disappeared in her soul filled hands she laughed happily. Looking up I watched then Kneeling to thee, I tear away a burnt torn singed cloak. My glove gave way to show a Bloody broken hand, that cared not to the pain seeking quickly to pick up and hold thee to my chest... I hug thee and I looked up to the sky in the moment a single star gleamed through the dark green swirls and I knew it was thee. My beloved. Thy shine swallowed to soon yet given back brightly.
To late was the return of his war party. Thy stitch lifted in a whiting wind howling for the darkest angels return. Yet a empty hull gave absence to the unanswered. Only a hiss of the missing and she bellowed as she disappeared emptied handed. In the bottom of the ship I knelt down picking up and the single medallion necklace of thee. No words No looking No weeping. I simply Slip it over my head and turn and walk away never looking back...
So after so many moons, so many battles, so many deaths. I have A Past. A Bloody one, really." I've many scars." A long one. "They are dated." A Lonely one. I can't tell you how long I've been here. Here at what ever Traven Inn or Brothel I roam. Let's just say, every one of them here and in the surrounding lands know me by name and my drink of choice, and I have a standing sleep spot. And yeah I seemed to have running tab with them. But where ever I bounce their conversation always starts in some form of; Hmm, your back. With a nod, See ya took some hits this time. "They'll slide me my drink, while standing in front of me wiping down glasses or such, making small talk with me. Mainly they know me and my story, so they stay with me, Keeping my glass filled and if anyone starts my way, They get a warning to leave this one alone. Reaching over and refilling my mug, sitting the bottle down, I'll get a pat on the shoulder and be asked? Why you keep doing this to yourself ole gal. Find ya a man, set up plow here. With a smile and a squeeze to the shoulder and a sigh, they say. Your always home here Milady. Glad to see you made it home...
"Lowly under my breath, I respond under takin a drink."
This isn't my Home.

"Taking that drink, my mind screams"...
That was taking from me.
I stoke my rage with the burning embers of the memory from so long ago.
That was my Home. And we lost it. Heartbroken. Crushed. Defeated and useless.
I felt I was no defender no longer
I had packed my Armor in a trunk and my Bow back in its cradle.
So I will not live so I may forge more hate in the memories of that fires that took my life.

SO I drink... I raise hell... I traveled to one Inn tavern brothel that would still have me. When I'm out of gold, Ill picked up a haunting skirmish. Or some quirky usually shady deal.

A normal set of patrons, Watches me. Regulars knew site of me. Also knew I didn't share my story with people. Just kept to myself mostly or the Keeper. Seemed spent a lot of time at the bar so the Keepers knew enough. As I pick up my drink, moving to my normal table, since it was open and closer to the fire, I sit it down and begin to mess with my make shift wrap to a deep cut to my arm that most likely needed a stitches. They asked out toward me; "WHY ye keep do this to your self honey?"

Looking over back at them, picking up my mug I finish off in one gup and say...

I have answered the call of Azeroth.
I have taken my armor from it's trunk and lifted my Bow from it's cradle and ventured deep into the bowels of the mountains to confront ancient elementals.
I have stood at the gates of Ahn'Qiraj to face the ancient onslaught of an Old God.
I traveled with my kin of Azeroth to face the demon legion and defied their crusade to end our world.
I have confronted the Frozen King on his unholy throne and saved Azeroth from a fate worse than death.
I have traveled through time with the shaman savior to craft a weapon to end the madness of the dragon aspect, Neltharion the Earth-Warder .
I have faced the Iron King and the corrupted usurper of the seat of the Warchief and saved Azeroth again.
I have ventured beyond my own shores to unite with long forgotten allies to once again defeat the corrupted.
I am thankful for these trials, for they have made me strong. They have forged my skills on the edge of death and given me the power that I will need.
I thought...
But then nothing prepares you for the lose of a home your life your family.
Nothing better than timed hate!
I nod to them politely in a gestured I was done talking as I pulled down my cloak hood low over my face and go back to drinking.

As the evening goes on and more enter, I hang my head and listen to the chatters. So much whispering and fear...
Shadowlands, Shadowlands, Shadowlands. Then a faint hushed words; The Night Warrior of Elune was going after her! I quickly looked up, Yeah I knew who they spoke of. She had not only burnt their home. Their Tree... She now brought upon on us all their whispers true. I could tell them she is worst than they know. She'll make you believe in false history while burning your soul for her gain.
Picking up the bottle, I nod to the keeper, Then staggered a bit upward to my usually rented room here. Shaking head as they wiped a mug out, They nodded back.
Closing and locking the door, I plunk down on the bed. I did not sleep this night for my visions, even drunk were of a pasted nightmare.

The next morning as requesting my balance, I get. Kind of leaving us rather soon this time Milady? I said flatly, I know, I pay my full debt.* My boots clicked on the floor standing up. Walking toward the door, pulling on my cloak. He hugged me from behind, his face laying against the back of my head. He begins to inhale the scent of my hair. He let go as the gold rattled hard inside the pouch as it plunked as it was sat down on the side table. With a quiver in his voice; I've never asked you for pay. That's not what we've ever had? I know. My head drops as I close the door behind me.* Downstairs our glasses "tink", as they hit together. The Madam of the Brothel asking, yet pointing out as well, goes, You and Stud have a tiff? Seems to me your heading out early this morning Milady? I down the drink and say I know. I payed the Madam my full dues.* Stroking the face of my mount, the elder holds the reins and says. Hasn't been stabled very long this time Milady? I give a good loving pat and say I know. I pay the stable master my Balance. With a quick mount, he hands up the reins. I nod. Turn and headed home...
I walk around slowly. My gloved hand runs across the suet that lies on the table. I throw my bags on the dirty bed and watch the dust mixed with ashes rise and realized I didn't even care as I hit the pelts that were folded at the end of the bed, and see the cloud of poof. My eyes quickly go to a large trunk against the wall and above it. I duvet my look with a scoff almost turning to the Hearth. The burnt smoke smell still fill the air in my less that standing home. Its stint of rotting burnt wood still hang on yet gray and brittle woodworks, with the not so long ago flames. I remove my cloak plopping it down on a chair. Tossing my gloves right on top of that suet covered table and the dust rises quickly with the ashes. Throwing wood into a old rugged hearth, I bring forth a small fire. As if it needs anymore fire. Oddly I think as I pull a bottle from the shelve looking at it how none had broken in Or how my place had not been vandalized and stripped after the war and fall of my home here. Gripping the cork between my teeth I pull it out spitting it to the ground. I look into the small flame and remember that night. And begin to drink. Taking long pulls from the bottle, my eyes go to the trunk. Back and forth for some time as I take in my fill of drink. I look back to the trunk once more. I walk over to it. Looking above it, there covered in webs and dust, a bow and quiver. Kneeling, my hand dust off the dusty ashes and webs off the trunk. I opened it look down to the folded cloth and armor bits and then back up to the hanging Bow and thought... I seek you once more old friend...And then say quietly aloud, all has once more changed with lands being filled with her hate and since that night.
I've not told our story, since I put you away. I sealed it in my broken heart. With all the death and decay. I gotta get this off my chest to let it go now. I need to take back the light inside what she stole that day. She's a criminal and steals like a pro. Out of the ashes, burning like a fire all peoples souls! The bytch is nothing but a liar! Gave me shame, gave me scars! For I could not save my home place that day even under the burning stars. Some I will never show!!! I realize now that I'm a survivor, In more ways than you know! There's a part of me I can't get back. All that was took from me and I'll never be the same. BUT Now I'm taking back my life today! Nothing left that she can do more, for All the pain and the truth, I've wore like a battle wound scars. I've been so ashamed, so confused. I was broken and bruised. Now I'm a warrior. I've got thicker skin. I'm stronger than I've ever been. YOU my armor, made me whole. So once again stand with me so she can't get in nor this time can never hurt another ever again!
We this time my friend, are The Storm. As I make this my promise...

No longer For the Horde.
No longer For Azeroth.
Now it is for revenge.
I will go to this Shadowlands and vow to pursue her and all that follow her. I will end those that gave n give her power and repair the veil between this world and the next.
But know this Banshee Queen....
I am coming for your head.

Now it Time for revenge
And Courage Is My Mastery over Fear!

Seeking clarity to her depth…
Fate whispers to the Warrior...
You cannot withstand the storm...
The Warrior whispers back...
Iam shield-maiden... A warrior... A fighter...
I am the storm!...

(All that I see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Edgar Alan Poe)

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