Naryah the High Elf...

Before the rise of Arthas, the Alliance and horde were not as they were, older alliances still survived, though fragile, but separated on different continents by the Maelstrom. I remember the elder days when Humans and High Elves fought together, when The Prince was the great protector of my city. But all came to ruin all too quickly. ..

I was a young mage in training when I met my Master. I became the pupil of Keal’thas son of Anasterian, High King of the High Elves. I became quite a gifted mage and I would never leave the Princes side. It was apparent that the ways of fire were within me…a part of me, for I learned to control the fire with ease. I would also devote quite time to the study of lore and the ancient times, the sundering of the elves and the eventual decline of the high elves. I was always troubled by that story, deep inside I would yearn to know more about my Night Elf brethren. Still my loyalties were always to Silvermoon and the royal family.

In the years that followed the dark shadow made its way into the Eastern Kingdoms, the Undead had come. I had become in those days, Herald to Prince Keal’thas Sunstrider, we had a last alliance of men and high elf, to fight against the undead but we were betrayed by the humans, thought later it would be we who betrayed ourselves. The human General Garithos sought to use us as puppets. He sent out our company against a great army of undead after recalling most of our foot soldiers to aide him in his own battle, leaving us hopelessly out numbered. Curse his sudden but inevitable betrayal! My Master foreseeing our fall…accepted the aid of the Naga and thus we managed to survive the battle. Soon after Garithos learned what had happened and cast us out of the alliance and had us imprisoned. Prince Kael’thas let his anger for Garithos take hold of him. I did not want to believe it then but something had changed within him. All of us had felt something, the more time that had passed since the Sunwell was destroyed..the more we felt it…

The Prince joined with Illidan, the traitor. For those like me who still believed the High and Night Elves distant kin, joining with Illidan was an outrage. His half demon self was to bring no good to our people. I pleaded with Prince Kael’thas to let us go our own way and leave Illidan, but for my master and many others the addiction was too deep to let go now. ..the promise of magic… Some of us talked of leaving, to return to our beloved city, Silvermoon and start again, but I could not yet leave my Master. I suppose the call of magic was beginning to grow in me. I abandoned all other magical study but that of Fire, for the fire that burned within me was that of the ancient spirits of fire, terrible to behold. For that is what my name means, NAR-YA (now spelled with an H) the Ring of Fire.

After a while doubt crept back into my heart, would the fire consume my soul? Would I lose myself to hate of the humans and the undead? It came on a cold winter morning that the order came, to attack Shattrath City, I was not present at the battle but the news of Voren’thal’s defection grieved me. I studied with several of his top scholars. Many at the battle were my dear friends and now I was to call them enemies…? This was too much, I peaded with my Master to abandon this quest for magic at any cost and an alliance with a half demon. There are other sources of magic, ones we could learn to control and have peace with and use for good. Kael’thas would have none of it and in secret devised a new plan to gain power with the loss of many to the Scryers.

It was I, being so close to Kael’thas, that first learned of his plan to join with the Burning Legion. I carried word of his plan to Magister Theledorn who I heard later planned an assault on the Princes stronghold in Netherstorm. I headed for Shattrath City to seek the Scryers and stayed with the them for a time and learned much from them. I learned to calm the fire within me and channel my magic. While I still remained true to the ways of fire, I did learn the cunning art of Frost magic. Still my time with the Scryers would end, I felt the desire to return home to Quel’thalas, and return I did. I did my best to help with the rebuilding and healing of our land. Some day, I will return to Outland and face my old Master, and we shall see who the powers will favor…

One day I found myself caught in a terrible trap of undead, there I met two great Warriors, Malix and Fallinon. They Saved my life and we were the best of friends from then on. Malix led a group called the “Church of the Dark Mind”. They were a great family and it was there that I found peace. I honed my skills and learned to embrace a new more controlled form of magic, Arcane. Over the years I rose in the ranks becoming Cardinal and a main leader of the Church, steering the young ones where and when I could. My time at the Church will be forever with me but Malix knew that I would not find what I seek by hiding in a church forever.

I wandered for a good long while, on my own, but with purpose…”for not all who wander are lost. “ I spent most of my time in quite study, fine tuning my tailoring and enchanting skills. Afterwards I found myself at the Argent Tournament and began my path as a Crusader. I knew that my purpose was to fight against the great evils of the world. In my training at the tournament grounds I met many new people some good, some not so good. Two Druids caught my eye, Oakenhoof and Thraxxi, of the Browncoats. Oakenhoof was one of the best healers I had seen and Thraxxi, a mighty Feral warrior. I had heard of the Browncoats but had never really met any. I would see them here and there, some folk said that they had caused quite a ruckus some years ago. Others say that they still aim at misbehaving…

I know not of what the future may hold but the Browncoats seem like good people. I still have a task to complete and perhaps here I will find the strength and with the help of my new friends and finally confront the former Prince of the Blood Elves. Perhaps here, I will find what I never knew I was missing...Serenity…

Naryah, High Elf of Silvermoon