:A note sealed by Karitha:
As told to Ashenfury, Devalin has died. His soul long ago... his body... days ago by my hand.
I know you have questions. So I will tell you what I know, what I have seen.
I first met Devalin and his Brother Mordred in Outlands. I was assigned to the twin Blood Elves with the
aid of small group of Orcs during the wars against Illadin in Outlands. I was a pup back then and even though
my hand was quick with the bow I felt I was put on this team because I was expendable. These elves were
never given simple tasks and because of this they gained respect fast amongst the Orcs dispatched to fight with them. They fought with the Strength and Ferocity of Orcs. Our jobs... Was to hunt demons, all day all night. It became a lifestlye, it became a way of life. The Two elves fought with a hunger I've never seen before against demons. The Orcs, even myself would find ourselves caught up in the mist of their rage and like a rally cry fearlessly we followed them against any foe. Fighting with them and dieing for them... Yes dieing for these elves was an honor. That is how over whelming it was to be caught up into battle with them. An Orc honorably dieing for an elf.
During the Fall of Illadin, not long before his defeat we were tasked with a hunt. A demon far stronger then any we had fought, one whose crimes plagued the minds of those who knew how foul and sinister he was. A demon that had to be slain who could not creep back into the shadows when the war was over. Mayefesto, The Trickster.
Before we set out to make our final blow against Illadin, the Horde knew if he fell, demons like Mayefesto would flee and the threat would one day rise again with their support. So groups like ours were set out to knock them down before the assault was launched on Illadin. Not only do we cut the head off, we kill the roots.
So we took arms and headed out to the Ritual Grounds of The Trickster. A foul place, a place of death even unmatched to what I've seen of Arthas and his Reign in Northrend. Mayefesto, The Trickster had a passion for torturing Orcs. To see such a resilient race break. Our strong will broken through pain gave him pleasure. What I seen done to my Orcish people on those ritual grounds is still the driving reason I draw my bow back with such force before each arrow takes flight from my hand.
I wish I could go on and tell you how heroicly we fought and give you a glorious tale of battle but Mayefesto Knew we were coming and "we were not prepared".
Ambushed! we lost so many men before we even knew The Trickster was upon us. In some foul sense of humor, or maybe a lack of respect for my people after breaking so many of our wills, he took us on himself. With his own arrogance and ignorance for our people he swept quickly and fiercely through us. We barely managed to get to our feet and regroup for his second attack. The only thing that saved us was Mordred, who took arms against the demon himself to buy us a second of time... sadly... that is all that was given was a sly second of time as Mordred fell to the Trickster. Quickly I used the second cunningly and sent an arrow into flight and it pierced the leg of Mayefesto making him unable to step between the shadows. The Trickster dropped to one knee and the men charged with blood filled rage in their eyes. Mayefesto still managed to hold his own killing many before he fell. Defeated exhausted and kneeling on both knees Mayefesto looked up at Devalin who stood in front of him, managing to still grin at the elf as he choked on his own blood. Devalins Eye blazed green like a wild fire as he let out a deathly cry for his brother and towered his warhammer into the air and brought it crashing down on Mayefesto with the strength of twenty Orcs. Mayefesto body fell down, his eyes faded lifeless. Black.
We thought we were Victorious but sadly Devalin had a secret that none of us knew but Mayefesto. I still don't know how Mayefesto knew, maybe he could smell it from him. Devalin.. Like so many elves during the time hungered for the essence of the demonic. Upon the death of Mayefesto Devalin feasted and siphoned his soul changing him from there on. Most thought it was the death of Mordred but as time pasted and i fought many more battles aside of Devalin I grew to realize it was something deeper. I came to realize as the years passed on that the Trickster still had one more trick left. Mayefesto souls was to much for Devalin, to much for one person. As we seen in many tales before hand, like Arthas and the Lich, the two became one.
As war waged on and battles fought I humbly served Devalin waiting for a time to strike. I knew, deep down the horrors I seen from The Trickster that he could not come to power again. The things he did to my people, the things he was capable of doing to any race. The Trickster had to be stopped, even if that ment killing my oldest friend. I was sure whatever was left of Devalin in that body would want it this way.
Soon enough my time came, we like always, kept our men to the far reaches of the land, tracking those demons who escaped when Illadin fell. Recently during a hunt, one demon, Hez'kluu seemed to be giving us trouble. He moved quickly in the form of a human. However, unmatched for us we eventually cornered him and took the battle to him in a small town sacked by wars over the years. During the mist of the battle against Hez'kluu I turned my aim to Devalin..... Mayefesto.... The Trickster....
Hez'kluu got away, wounded and now in hiding once again. For that I will hunt him down myself but now I'll rest easy knowing that my teacher and my friend Devalin can rest easy and Mayefesto, who killed both Mordred and Devalin as well as countless Orcs finally has died.
Our group disbanded with Devalins death and now I put my Pitlord Stalker armor on and set out on my own tracking down the rest of these demons. I will not rest until Sargeras armies that remain here are all dead.