((I'm posting this as backstory for myself. No real interaction can be created, but if you figure out a way, all power to you to interact. =) ))
The Blood Elf licked his quill and layed back against the tree, listening to the cry's of death echoing across the valley. The Priest smiled, not my problem, he thought.
He began to write his name formally. Priest Lupinam Dae Vaelun. Descendant of those who had survived the Scourge attack. And attacks before. He looked up, gazing across the smoldering field, into a mustard yellow sunset. "Where to begin.." he tapped his chin. "Ah!" The Priest looked back down, scribbling almost illegibly of the false prophet who visited his village. Who had caused him to pick up the Cloth. The False One had rode in, wearing stark, white robes. Void of any color or symbol. "Heathens, unclean filth who deserve nothing of what you have! I have come to redeem you, and bring you into the light!" The Elves working or playing stared at the Human. Had it really come to try and save them? "Come to me, I shall save you!" Many of the older Bloody Ones scoffed and went back to work. Some walked towards him, with sneers. The Human grew nervous, and rode out of the village crying "Now, now, attack! Save me!!" The Elves, the young Priest, though, Priest then, he was not, went wide eyed at the realization of what was about to happen. Something clicked in Lupinam's brian. This Human brought fakness with him. Brought Death when he wanted to Save. To destroy them. The young Priests' eyes went white, as if they rolled back into his head. Light was shining around him, blinding the Humans and Dwarves who were rushing unto them from the Hills. The Bloody Ones looked away, and dropped to the ground. Lupinam muttered Unholy words to force the Light to bend to his will. To create it into something to destroy, not to save or redeem.
Pillars of Light shot from the sky, burning the attackers. Their screams froze in their throats as they were melted and burned. The Light destroyed the attackers in a matter of minutes. When it ended, the Young Priest fell over. Exhausted at what he had just done. After a week, he awoke, in the hut of an Undead. Lupinam scurried against the wall, curling into a small ball, trying to hide from this half rotted... thing. "It is alright, young one. I am here to teach you of the Path and Power that flows through your Blood." It cooed. "I am Meldachas. High Priest of the Forsaken." Lupinam looked toward the Undead, his teacher, with weak eyes. "I-I'm Lupinam Da-" Meldachas held up his hand. "Do not tell me your whole name. I do not want too much power over you."
For an Undead, it was kind. Meldachas reached out his hand, and Lupinam thought it was smiling. "Come now, I have much to teach you."
The Priest took the Young One's hand and helped him up. Muttering things about how Priest's must use the Light and the Darkness to destroy their enemies. Lupinam stared at the Undead. So much information.. did calling those pillars of fire really make him a Priest? He would reflect on that another time. For now, the Sun had set and the General called him to move with the wave to heal his soldiers who had survived the surprise attack.