User:Adsew/Tharen'dal

Now a mindlessly dedicated warrior, Tharen'dal's only true allegence is to Silvermoon, the last of what he can remember. In rebirth as a "Death Knight," which he refuses to be sentenced as, most of his memories are lost. His goal is to travel the world in search of ways to unlock the hidden parts of his past to discover his true identity.

Chilled to the Bones
Tharen'dal's frozen body remained solidified by the ice block magically encased around him by the lich, Kel'therazud. It was while he was unable to move that his body slowly decayed coming to a near-death state. Without completely dying, the lich, along with the aid of Baroness Anastari, began a ritual seeping a fusion of shadow and frost magic into the body of Tharen'dal, holding his life on the edge of obliteration while slowly converting him to an undead servent of the Lich King. The arcane marks spread across Tharen'dal's body absorbed much of the magic being cast upon him, bringing it into his flesh and changing his very being. His eyes once again glew with a familiar blue aura but now as a mindless servent rather than a proud elf of the arcane. In completion, he was now what he sought to fight against. The magical power within him morphed with the chilling powers of undeath, an extension of demonic magic in it's own right, and forever changed his own abilities. Now what is typically known as a death knight, Tharen'dal uses the powers of frost and shadow to thwart his opposers. He was released from his icy prison upon completion and set in command of scourge forces to the east near the borders of the Eastern Plaguelands and Quel'Thalas. A part of him died that day. Not just literally, but his memories of his past life were removed as if locked away in seperate boxes, untouchable and unreadable.

Bane of the Undead
It was not long before the Lich King was defeated, and a new era spread with it. The control over the scourge was weakened and even Tharen'dal fealt its sickening grasp diminish. A group of paladins were headed north from Light's Hope Chapel on a crusade to lower the scourge population surrounding protected areas. It was then that they came across the death knight. Conflict quickly broke out. Tharen'dal managed to kill one of the paladins before they destroyed the group of undead. Strangely enough, they did not slay Tharen'dal there. They shackeled him in chains of light immobolizing most of his movement.

Some time passed. The paladins walked the defeated high elf across the plagued lands to an area lush with greenery. The second Tharen'dal took a step onto the growing area his head began to rush with pressure. The pain intensified as they continued towards the chapel. Only reaching the steps did the pain become unbearable. The paladins noticed Tharen'dal's struggle so the commander quickly ordered his release from the shackles. Tharen'dal dropped to his knees and quickly clutched his head. Letting out one booming scream into the sky, the pain suddenly subsided. He remained still, simply breathing. He rose onto his feet. The others knew exactly what just happened. Tharen'dal was free once more from the scourge, but all he could remember was the cruel ritual he was exposed to. The suffering that brought him to where he stands. He had feelings once more. He knew so much, but where did it all come from? These feelings, this knowledge. He could fight, he could use magic, but how? His entire past was erased from memory, and so he sought out aid from Silvermoon. Why there? He didn't know. Only that he had an undying devosion to serve and protect the city.

Affiliations and Relations
Tharen'dal is highly independant. His only true alliegence is that to Silvermoon City, the high elven civiization that remains of the great Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, his former homeland.

With Silvermoon's mutual agreement to join the Horde, circumstance forces Tharen'dal to act as a member as well. Obliged to Silvermoon, Tharen'dal lends his hand to the Horde as well, proving their usefulness, and in some cases even earning Tharen'dal's respect. Through the his high elven eyes, however, the Horde is still a largly barbaric group which feeds his cautiousness when fighting alongside them.