Devalin's Story
Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 9:31 pm
By Devalin 6/4/2008
Devalin pulls out a sheet of paper and inks his quill. Finally arriving back home to fill his report out to Lady Sylvanus. Not much of a writer, Devalin Frowns on where to begin.
My Name is Devalin Scourgebane, son to Grand Marshal Valvain. Before I go on about my report, maybe a bit of my history is needed to better understand the events that occurred.
I grew up with no real place to call home. My father, like his father before him, was a great soldier of war. Known for his ability to lead and Precision attacks. Both Died a soldiers death in great battles.
I learnt alot from my father in the little years I had with him. Which probably explains my skills in combat at such a young age. My blood was of old warriors blood. The blood in my veins was of a timeless bloodline of soldiers that seen a 1000 battles.
I, myself, was recruited at an early age of 43 into the Army of Silvermoon. Which would be about 16 to 18 to the younger races. I was a soldier under the command of, who I considered to be one of the greatest elves alive, Warlord Elessar Dawnsong.One full year we served in the city of Silvermoon before we were called infront of a court of our elders. A peace was made with the Horde and Bloodelves and our party was to be a gift to the Horde. We were given to Lady Sylvanus as a show of peace from the Elves. One of our strongest war parties. Me. Lieutenant General Devalin Scouragebane, General Nogusto Darksongs, Champion Vahjul Whisperblade, Our Commander, Warlord Elessar Dawnsong and Two new recruits who showed excellent skills.First Sergeants Ragshil Bladesong and Tragilus Bladesong.
It was there we were split up and told to go out into this new Horde world and make peace amongst the races. I was sent to the Great halls of The Grim. I stood with them for afew months and server best I could Under the lead of two, truely gifted leaders, until I was called back to the mighty chamber of Lady Sylvanus. Told to tell the Grim I sought out training, but I left a slight hint of my mission in my words to my friends. "Training to the north" I said, and then I left. It was at this point I was reunited with my war party. Nogusto, Vahjul, Ragshil, Tragilus and our leader Elessar. It was also here when our fates became sealed....
We were ordered to cross the vast ocean to the north to we reached a land forgotten. Northrend. It was there Lady Sylvanus felt an egre to keep a watchful eye on and sent us... A gifted war party to investigate.
After much travel we arrived to the coast and began our scouting mission. everything seemed normal. we laid low to not be seen by anything that called these lands home and we watched. Unknowingly we did not realize from the moment we stepped foot on that land we were being watched and his power loomed in our minds and was slowly taking them from us.
I would say we found treasures and ways to make our abilities stronger and every decision made would lead us to a greater power. But it was not us, it was him in our minds leading us. Unknowingly he was showing us the way to power. Relics, spells, weapons, armor we felt stronger, we were stronger. It was becoming addictive. I could see it in the eyes of all of them. The hunger for more. The way they acted was almost a civil barbaric way. Hidden rage, I knew whatever was happening to us was reacting a point of no return.
I began to stop and spoke out of my place, telling them we should leave the land, but I would just get a stare, and they told me to not be so foolish we had a mission, but I seen the greed in their eyes.
Then the day came....the day of no return. Elessar and Nogusto had a feud over a new 'gift" they came to call it. The feud was not like the ones before, tongues laid slient and their blades spoke for them. Elessar slayed Nogusto. The rest did not think anything of it. I tried to stay calm. I knew if I stood againt them they would slay me where I stood. So with my better judgment I decided to play the role until a time of escape presented itself.
Soon after the death of Nogusto the rest would fall. I remember Ragshil and Tragilus both were slain by Vahjul. For some reason they attempted to slay him but even both of them could not match what this Champion of Silvermoon, Vahjul had turned into to. It was then I looked in the eyes of Elessar and I could see he to was nervous of the power Vahjul had come to gain and knew he would one day kill him too if he did not strike when Vahjul was weak after fighting Ragshil and Tragilus.
Soon as Vahjul wiped the blood from his blades Elessar swung at him. The battle was a great battle Never in my days did I see a battle of such power and skills. Such swift attacks with grace that the clashing of steel with the blades cut through the wind it made a sweet melody. Vahjul however was tired and weak and Elessar took his life.
Elessar was filled with rage and a demonic look painted on his face. He was no longer the great commander Warlord Elessar, he was something else. He looked at me and charged towards me. I did what I had to do and we battled. I would be a liar if I said I didnt claim any of the "gifts" myself and at this point I was greatful I did. Elessar was extremely powerful and swift. It was here I felt my old warriors blood truely flow through my veins. I did end up wounding Elessar but he managed to get away and I was presented with two options. To presue him or now use this time to leave this godless land and head back home. Whatever Gripped Elessar mind was powerful. far more powerful then I was alone and it was a matter of time before I fell victim to it. So I left hastely....
Now I stand here. with an empty bottle of ink and a long story told....
Devalin pulls out a sheet of paper and inks his quill. Finally arriving back home to fill his report out to Lady Sylvanus. Not much of a writer, Devalin Frowns on where to begin.
My Name is Devalin Scourgebane, son to Grand Marshal Valvain. Before I go on about my report, maybe a bit of my history is needed to better understand the events that occurred.
I grew up with no real place to call home. My father, like his father before him, was a great soldier of war. Known for his ability to lead and Precision attacks. Both Died a soldiers death in great battles.
I learnt alot from my father in the little years I had with him. Which probably explains my skills in combat at such a young age. My blood was of old warriors blood. The blood in my veins was of a timeless bloodline of soldiers that seen a 1000 battles.
I, myself, was recruited at an early age of 43 into the Army of Silvermoon. Which would be about 16 to 18 to the younger races. I was a soldier under the command of, who I considered to be one of the greatest elves alive, Warlord Elessar Dawnsong.One full year we served in the city of Silvermoon before we were called infront of a court of our elders. A peace was made with the Horde and Bloodelves and our party was to be a gift to the Horde. We were given to Lady Sylvanus as a show of peace from the Elves. One of our strongest war parties. Me. Lieutenant General Devalin Scouragebane, General Nogusto Darksongs, Champion Vahjul Whisperblade, Our Commander, Warlord Elessar Dawnsong and Two new recruits who showed excellent skills.First Sergeants Ragshil Bladesong and Tragilus Bladesong.
It was there we were split up and told to go out into this new Horde world and make peace amongst the races. I was sent to the Great halls of The Grim. I stood with them for afew months and server best I could Under the lead of two, truely gifted leaders, until I was called back to the mighty chamber of Lady Sylvanus. Told to tell the Grim I sought out training, but I left a slight hint of my mission in my words to my friends. "Training to the north" I said, and then I left. It was at this point I was reunited with my war party. Nogusto, Vahjul, Ragshil, Tragilus and our leader Elessar. It was also here when our fates became sealed....
We were ordered to cross the vast ocean to the north to we reached a land forgotten. Northrend. It was there Lady Sylvanus felt an egre to keep a watchful eye on and sent us... A gifted war party to investigate.
After much travel we arrived to the coast and began our scouting mission. everything seemed normal. we laid low to not be seen by anything that called these lands home and we watched. Unknowingly we did not realize from the moment we stepped foot on that land we were being watched and his power loomed in our minds and was slowly taking them from us.
I would say we found treasures and ways to make our abilities stronger and every decision made would lead us to a greater power. But it was not us, it was him in our minds leading us. Unknowingly he was showing us the way to power. Relics, spells, weapons, armor we felt stronger, we were stronger. It was becoming addictive. I could see it in the eyes of all of them. The hunger for more. The way they acted was almost a civil barbaric way. Hidden rage, I knew whatever was happening to us was reacting a point of no return.
I began to stop and spoke out of my place, telling them we should leave the land, but I would just get a stare, and they told me to not be so foolish we had a mission, but I seen the greed in their eyes.
Then the day came....the day of no return. Elessar and Nogusto had a feud over a new 'gift" they came to call it. The feud was not like the ones before, tongues laid slient and their blades spoke for them. Elessar slayed Nogusto. The rest did not think anything of it. I tried to stay calm. I knew if I stood againt them they would slay me where I stood. So with my better judgment I decided to play the role until a time of escape presented itself.
Soon after the death of Nogusto the rest would fall. I remember Ragshil and Tragilus both were slain by Vahjul. For some reason they attempted to slay him but even both of them could not match what this Champion of Silvermoon, Vahjul had turned into to. It was then I looked in the eyes of Elessar and I could see he to was nervous of the power Vahjul had come to gain and knew he would one day kill him too if he did not strike when Vahjul was weak after fighting Ragshil and Tragilus.
Soon as Vahjul wiped the blood from his blades Elessar swung at him. The battle was a great battle Never in my days did I see a battle of such power and skills. Such swift attacks with grace that the clashing of steel with the blades cut through the wind it made a sweet melody. Vahjul however was tired and weak and Elessar took his life.
Elessar was filled with rage and a demonic look painted on his face. He was no longer the great commander Warlord Elessar, he was something else. He looked at me and charged towards me. I did what I had to do and we battled. I would be a liar if I said I didnt claim any of the "gifts" myself and at this point I was greatful I did. Elessar was extremely powerful and swift. It was here I felt my old warriors blood truely flow through my veins. I did end up wounding Elessar but he managed to get away and I was presented with two options. To presue him or now use this time to leave this godless land and head back home. Whatever Gripped Elessar mind was powerful. far more powerful then I was alone and it was a matter of time before I fell victim to it. So I left hastely....
Now I stand here. with an empty bottle of ink and a long story told....