Post by Archivist~Alabaster on Feb 15, 2006 18:52:25 GMT -5
Writer: Niralath, Alliance, League of Valor, Human Warrior
Archiver: Alabaster
It started out as a good day. The young prince Arthas was said to be returning from his conquest in Northrend over the scourge. However even then the plague was blossoming in lordaeron. Andorhal, Stratholme, all the eastern towns and villagers were said to be lost.
Niralath lived here in Brill as the local marshal. Lived here with his wife and child. He was a good man, happy and loyal to lordaeron and King Terenas. As he stood outside the town hall he watched Arthas pass by with two rather spooky looking guards. Niralath was going to say something but thought otherwise. His prince, nay future king was home. It was a time of celebration.
He went down the road to the home of his familly. His son was ill and he suspected the plague may of came. His wife was tending to the child. Then news began spreading outside. He went out and the villagers informed him that Arthas has slain his father. Some farmers in the nearby regions decided to barricade up and defend their homes. Niralath could not take his familly now, not while his son was ill. So he began organizing the millitia to defend the town.
Within hours the scourge began hitting the town defenses. But through Niralath's leadership they survived. And just over the hill at Lordaeron City... he could see fires raging. The once mighty kingdom was dying. It was then that Uther the Light Bringer arrived with his paladins. With them they brought the body of the fallen king. Uther commended Niralath on his defenses but now they had to honor their fallen king. Terenas was cremated there in Brill and Uther took his ashes in the urn away from the village that night.
For days the scourge sent their undead forces. Niralath's Militia were fighting and loosing but the defenses held... until the day the mighty Demon Mannoroth arrived. Him and his demons with the scourge decimated Brill. Fires raged out of control. Niralath quickly made his way home to save his familly... only to arrive in time to see his wife crying for their child had died. But then behind him Mannoroth appeared. He had lost a son, but he dared not loose his wife too. He battled the demon as best he could, but it was too strong. He was knocked back into a tree.
Laying there battered he looked to his wife only to see their now undead child assaulting his mother. And there was nothing he could do. Manoroth's mighty sword finished what their son started. By the time Mannoroth turned back to Niralath he was gone. Niralath fled Brill with only his life. Lordaeron was gone...
He wandered Silverpine forest for days till he came upon Pyrewood village. The villagers mended his wounds. But his soul was forever scarred. Once a proud talkative man. Niralath became silent and distant. He left Pyrewood without notice. Only a single note on the door of the town hall with the words 'thank you' on it.
He traveled on east into hillsbrad, through the Arathi Highlands eventually reaching Loch Modan. He knew he had to warn Azeroth that Lordaeron was lost. The dwarf guarding the searing gorge gate let him through when he explained the situation. And he traveled the burned and charred landscape for days avoiding the beasts and elementals of the land. He even passed through Blackrock Mountain. He sensed great evil there but that had to wait, for more important matters were at hand.
He arrived at the gates of Stormwind City a few weeks later. His armor charred and stained from the battles and travels. But he did as he set out to do, he informed High Lord Bolvar that their ally Lordaeron had fallen. He was offered a home in Stormwind city to which he politely declined. He has no home. His home was destroyed his familly slain. He had nothing left. So he now wanders Azeroth. Helping when he can. But always silent, never speaking more than a few words when necissary.
It was later that word spead that the demons had left Lordaeron for a land far to the west across the ocean. But Lordaeron became the land of the dead. Only pockets of humanity remained. But Niralath knew... even they would not survive. Eventually all contact was lost with Lordaeron. However the last bit of information that was heard was the scourge suffering a revolt.
One day Niralath shall have to return to his home... to face his demons... But for now he wanders as a lone warrior. The last survivor of Brill... of Lordaeron...
Archiver: Alabaster
It started out as a good day. The young prince Arthas was said to be returning from his conquest in Northrend over the scourge. However even then the plague was blossoming in lordaeron. Andorhal, Stratholme, all the eastern towns and villagers were said to be lost.
Niralath lived here in Brill as the local marshal. Lived here with his wife and child. He was a good man, happy and loyal to lordaeron and King Terenas. As he stood outside the town hall he watched Arthas pass by with two rather spooky looking guards. Niralath was going to say something but thought otherwise. His prince, nay future king was home. It was a time of celebration.
He went down the road to the home of his familly. His son was ill and he suspected the plague may of came. His wife was tending to the child. Then news began spreading outside. He went out and the villagers informed him that Arthas has slain his father. Some farmers in the nearby regions decided to barricade up and defend their homes. Niralath could not take his familly now, not while his son was ill. So he began organizing the millitia to defend the town.
Within hours the scourge began hitting the town defenses. But through Niralath's leadership they survived. And just over the hill at Lordaeron City... he could see fires raging. The once mighty kingdom was dying. It was then that Uther the Light Bringer arrived with his paladins. With them they brought the body of the fallen king. Uther commended Niralath on his defenses but now they had to honor their fallen king. Terenas was cremated there in Brill and Uther took his ashes in the urn away from the village that night.
For days the scourge sent their undead forces. Niralath's Militia were fighting and loosing but the defenses held... until the day the mighty Demon Mannoroth arrived. Him and his demons with the scourge decimated Brill. Fires raged out of control. Niralath quickly made his way home to save his familly... only to arrive in time to see his wife crying for their child had died. But then behind him Mannoroth appeared. He had lost a son, but he dared not loose his wife too. He battled the demon as best he could, but it was too strong. He was knocked back into a tree.
Laying there battered he looked to his wife only to see their now undead child assaulting his mother. And there was nothing he could do. Manoroth's mighty sword finished what their son started. By the time Mannoroth turned back to Niralath he was gone. Niralath fled Brill with only his life. Lordaeron was gone...
He wandered Silverpine forest for days till he came upon Pyrewood village. The villagers mended his wounds. But his soul was forever scarred. Once a proud talkative man. Niralath became silent and distant. He left Pyrewood without notice. Only a single note on the door of the town hall with the words 'thank you' on it.
He traveled on east into hillsbrad, through the Arathi Highlands eventually reaching Loch Modan. He knew he had to warn Azeroth that Lordaeron was lost. The dwarf guarding the searing gorge gate let him through when he explained the situation. And he traveled the burned and charred landscape for days avoiding the beasts and elementals of the land. He even passed through Blackrock Mountain. He sensed great evil there but that had to wait, for more important matters were at hand.
He arrived at the gates of Stormwind City a few weeks later. His armor charred and stained from the battles and travels. But he did as he set out to do, he informed High Lord Bolvar that their ally Lordaeron had fallen. He was offered a home in Stormwind city to which he politely declined. He has no home. His home was destroyed his familly slain. He had nothing left. So he now wanders Azeroth. Helping when he can. But always silent, never speaking more than a few words when necissary.
It was later that word spead that the demons had left Lordaeron for a land far to the west across the ocean. But Lordaeron became the land of the dead. Only pockets of humanity remained. But Niralath knew... even they would not survive. Eventually all contact was lost with Lordaeron. However the last bit of information that was heard was the scourge suffering a revolt.
One day Niralath shall have to return to his home... to face his demons... But for now he wanders as a lone warrior. The last survivor of Brill... of Lordaeron...