Spinster. Chose to remain single due to his Druidic vocation.
Lawful Good
Platinum White. Tied back in a neat oriental braid.
Gold and glowing.
An unremarkable 7' tall.
Built like a bear.
Has a distinctly aquiline nose, graced with a wispy oriental moustache. Has a pronounced scar running down the length of the left side of his face and over his left eye. Skintone is the lilac-blue brindle common to his race.
Being an -ancient- Night Elf, he isn't without the ravages of time. Having come to terms with the current state of mortality of his fellow Kaldorei, he is feeling the aches and pains of being venerable. This change has doubtless affected how he approaches combat, and entering battle requires an immense amount of focus--partly to fuel his powers in Balance and Restoration, and partly to ease the stresses of combat off his aging body. It is not uncommon for him to slip into a deep state of meditation or slip into a sort of catatonic state after extended battles.
--Casual attire tends to lean toward cloth, and anything that does not inhibit his range of movement. At all times, he likes to wear clothing that does not suggest his noble station.
--For more formal occasions, he will be seen wearing a traditional Kaldorei silk pantsuit, either red or black or blue as per his fancy.
--On the instances he is called away on liaisons or ambassadorial duties, he is seen in carefully selected Druidic leather armors, preferring the Nordrassil, Nightsong, and similar styles.
Narrator: At first glance, he is unassuming; just your typical quiet, meditative, almost brooding Night Elf.
His height is unremarkable for a Night Elf and his skin is the common lavender-lilac blue brindle tones of his race. Like the majority of Kaldorei men, he is built like a bear but moves with the grace of a cat, even with all the bulk of the leather armor he tends to be shrouded in. His snow-white hair, frizzy as it is, is kept clean and restrained in a smart oriental braid, and his facial hair is kept neat and trim. There is a long vertical scar adorning the left side of his face, a likely leftover from a deep wound that just missed gouging out his left eye; it's a miracle he can still see.
He carries himself with an air of confidence and dignity; it is as if though he must be someone of important standing. Yet, there is this clear aura of shyness and confusion around him. It is as if though he is not sure about a great many things, and that apparently includes interacting with others...
... He seems rather friendly for a Night Elf, though.
He prefers his personal staff, or most polearms.
Polite and formal most of the time. If need be, he does slip into some slight pirate slang/accent. In any case, he does maintain an air of intelligence.
He is quiet and sagely, and at best he can be a very fatherly-type person, willing to help or offer comfort/encouragement/praise at the drop of a hat when he can. Beyond that, he is quiet, observant, and almost aloof, content to watch at a distance.
--While he is not a particularly picky eater, he is an unabashed gourmet, and enjoys cooking when his schedule allows him.
--During his time with the "Core of the Chosen", Pterneldan developed a taste for alcohol. Most of the time, his conservative Druidic training has allowed him to avoid going overboard and getting seriously drunk, but when he is given the chance to get away with it, Pterneldan can -and will- drink a Dwarf under the table.
--He can also be a bit random, as he really hates it when people are uptight, stressed, etc. So don't be too surprised if he says or does something totally out of the blue and out of character for him.
--Despite being among the Kaldorei "nobility" (due to his status as a former archdruid), he is a klutz in social gatherings. As a result, he tends to keep to himself unless he is formally introduced to other people by his friends.
He is a leatherworker by trade, and had made his living skinning, tanning, and crafting leather items before finding his calling among the druidic sects millenia ago.
--Pterneldan is an empathic, and can sense when things could go bad or when others are stressed/upset/etc. While it isn't exactly an accurate ability, it does help when he's trying to connect with other people. Unfortunately, this same empathy is exactly why he's not very comfortable in large social gatherings...
--He has also developed skills in Druidic psychometry. This allows him to sense memories and events that occurred to a person or place just by touching the earth or certain objects. Again, not exactly an exact ability, but it does help open up clues to otherwise unsolvable mysteries.
--He has confessed to having a soft spot for certain members of the horde, partly because he had recently discovered blood relatives living among the Sin'dorei. He had also befriended a blind Tauren Druid, a Troll neophyte, and the troll's DeathKnight sister during his travels. He does maintain regular correspondence with both his Horde allies and his Sin'dorei relatives, knowing that he is risking being pegged for treason if these correspondences are caught by the Alliance. This sympathy for the Horde has also been a cause for some friction between himself and his Alliance friends.
--Due to the events that led Pterneldan to his current situation, the former archdruid has a strong dislike for the Undead as a whole. However, he does have pity for the more peaceable members of the Forsaken, and might be willing to befriend them if they have proven themselves.
--Current circumstance has made things difficult for him to communicate with those closest to him...
--Pterneldan was once a proud member of an unusual guild called the and served as liaison for the guild to the Alliance and all the other warbands affiliated with the superfaction. Even though Pterneldan has left the ranks of the Core due his current activities, he still considers a fair number of the guild members his allies.
--He is still considered an official member of the Cenarion Circle, even though he left the Cenarion Council on the grounds that he suspected potential foul play among the order's higher ranked members. After it had been confirmed that Fandral Staghelm had been responsible for most of the suspicious activities and was imprisoned within Hyjal, Pterneldan was offered back his original rank as an Archdruid.
--At present, he is without an official guild affiliation. However, he has gotten the attention and support of several guilds, and they have all aided him in his travels.
--He had, at one point or another, considered reviving his particular sect of Druidism, and the movement he started with a particular Tauren druid seems to have taken off...
--He still has blood relatives living in Ashenvale and Teldrassil, and has distant relatives living among the Sin'dorei-- including one icy and fiery Magistrix. However, he currently considers his adopted children his real family.
Among his closest friends are a powerful Human mage and his apprentice, a young Human Rogue, a master Draenei Huntress and an innocent Human Priest.
--He had adopted an orphaned female Oracle named Rii-nee, and a male albino/blue dragon whelp named Saphrit some time ago. He loves his adopted children with his whole heart, and is rarely seen without their company when he isn't running errands or busy with personal things.
Pterneldan never really keeps any records of wrongdoings, thus is unsure if he really has any enemies. If he does, he likely does not remember, nor would he ever want to. His adventures while recording the world's lore has earned him quite a few, though, and it was one such earned enemy that was responsible for his current situation.
--White Cat (kitten): Imry -- A gift to him from one of the young human orphans he had cared for, Imry is one of Pterneldan's most frequent companions, though (like any other sensible feline) she would rather keep Pterneldan's rented flats warm and lived in. She is now in the care of Saphrit in Pterneldan's absence.
--Azure Whelp/Argent Squire: Saphrit -- While not a pet per se, he is a loyal friend, and is young enough a blue whelp to be unaware of the stigma now attributed to his once noble Blue Flight. He takes the guise of Pterneldan's squire whenever possible as to not draw attention to himself. Pterneldan has since adopted Safrit as a son, and treats him as one. Saphrit has grown up and is nearing adulthood mentally, and his human form reflects this. He is also now a skilled paladin, and perhaps the only dragon-kin with the title of Vindicator.
--Ghost: "Hush" -- A nameless, and obviously bored spirit that decided to follow Pterneldan around for some random reason during the second Scourge Invasion, and had stuck around for ages after that. "He" seems to be keen to what's going on around the world, and is often there to give Pterneldan the "daily news".
--Curious Orphan Oracle: Rii-nee -- Like Saphrit, she is not a pet per se, and loves to follow her adopted father nearly everywhere when he's not out in dangerous situations. A number of Pterneldan's acquaintances had fallen in love with her adorable antics while she was young. She has now grown into pre-adolescence, honing her skills as a Hunter, and has mastered shapeshifting to the point of having her own Night-elven form. She is accompanied by her loyal sabercat companion, Sabeli.
Mission
ArchDruid of the (2nd) Pack
"Passion without knowledge is foolish. Knowledge without wisdom is dangerous. Wisdom without passion is useless. One must have all three, or one will have nothing at all."
1. The recovery of his lost memories (mostly resolved)
2. The recovery of his lost powers (also mostly resolved)
3. His friends, his family, his disciples and their well-being
4. The restoration of his druidic sect and teachings
5. To preserve and protect the world and any world whose fate is entwined with hers...
Currently: The well being of those closest to him.
Currently: [REDACTED]
History
Ancient Kalimdor
Summary -
In his past, Pterneldan was a disciple of Shan'do Malfurion Stormrage, and had since become an Archdruid himself.
Millenia later, helpless after the barrowdens of Pterneldan's particular druidic sect were defiled and his disciples killed by the experimental plague the Forsaken had introduced into Ashenvale, Pterneldan fled in a stupor on wolfback into the depths of Felwood. There, he was found in a terrible, sickly, and nearly irredeemable feral condition by two Dalaran mages seeking refuge from the war in the Eastern Kingdoms, and brought back to Astranaar to rest while the Cenarion Circle was notified.
Rendered invalid through the trauma of losing his disciples and barrowdens, Pterneldan had lost most of his memory and a sizable chunk of his powers and prowess in all things druidic. Archdruid Staghelm, despite protests from other representatives of the Circle, insisted Pterneldan remain on Teldrassil to recuperate and retrain with the hopes the former Archdruid's memory and power would return. Guarded by the two mages that rescued him and a Draenei paladin he had befriended, Pterneldan spent several years on Teldrassil before his allies pointed out something unusual about his former colleague Staghelm. Heeding their advice, Pterneldan left the estate his clan had purchased and followed his new friends across the Great Sea to the Eastern Kingdoms and into a new life...
--Introduced to the Light by his young Draenei Paladin companion --Horrified at the senseless destruction the Scourge Plague had done the natural beauty of Lordaeron. Learns that the Forsaken have called that blighted land home. Makes up his mind that he despises the curse of undeath and wishes to deal with it at the source... --Introduced to the Core of the Chosen and joins to wear their tabard. --Has slowly gained back most of his power and memories toward the end of the Burning Crusade --Adopted a young female Oracle named Rii-nee. Loves her as if the little Gorloc were his own flesh and blood. --After spending time tackling major missions with the Core, Pterneldan is plagued by prophetic dreams of war, fire, and brimstone. Makes the effort to confirm these dreams as visions via contact with Blood Elven Magisters and Druidic colleagues, travelling Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms. He apparently misses the big showdown between his guild and Malygos. --Before his rendezvous with his guild in Ironforge to return to Northrend, Pterneldan and a companion drop by Ashenvale to visit the ruins of the barrowdens Pterneldan taught his brand of Druidism from. After clearing the dens of severed souls and undead druids, Pterneldan's memories of that traumatic night return in full, right down to the graphic demises of his disciples, upon contact with his abandoned personal items. --Upon return to Dalaran, Pterneldan begins to show concern for his old mage companions; one is being shipped to Outland, the other is assigned to deal with Shadowfang Keep alone... He also teaches the older of the two mages of the core philosophies of Druidism. Follows is a discussion of the similarities between the worgen curse and the totem Pterneldan's old druidic sect once utilized. --As the Argent Tournament concludes, Pterneldan is asked to accompany Lady Proudmoore and a small band from the Core into the Citadel on a reconnaissance mission. They later accompany a more powerful mercenary guild into the heart of Icecrown and challenge the Lich King. --Pterneldan leaves the Core in Northrend, intending to chronicle Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms as they were before the prophecy of his nightmares comes to fruition... --While completing his record of lore, Pterneldan has gotten the attention of the Bronze Dragonflight, and is sent in time to aid in preserving the timeline, particularly the time frame of the Scarab Lord and the Might of Kalimdor. --Pterneldan reunites with an old friend and both exchange information in Duskwood in regards to the Worgen. The encounter relieves some of Pterneldan's concerns, but adds more in their place.
--After witnessing his mage colleague, Gilthoniel, take his leave of the Kirin Tor, Pterneldan manages to convince the mageocratic council to turn over custody of Terrothanes to him and the Cenarion Circle. --After Archdruid Fandral Staghelm was outted and imprisoned for his treason against his own people, the Cenarion Council reinstated Pterneldan to his original rank as Archdruid. While he may not be representative of the Druids of the Pack sect as a whole, he does represent his own particular subsect within that title. --In the wake of growing unrest in the world, both physically and politically, Pterneldan presses to prepare for the fruition of his nightmares. --Mere months before the Cataclysm he had seen in his dreams, Pterneldan is drawn to the Emerald Dream to help a group of dreamers awaken from that side of the Dreaming. Fearing reciprocation for his infiltration on behalf of the Alliance of Stormwind's local Twilight's Hammer chapter, the former Archdruid insists that his friends and family be present to ward the barrow dens he was to use. The preparations were apparently all for naught, as the Twilight's Hammer managed to break the prepared defenses and imploded the barrow dens on top of Pterneldan's hibernating body. Those closest to Pterneldan were no longer able to sense his presence in the lingering chaos, and were led to believe that he was killed. --It is later revealed that he had been trying to reach out through the Dreaming. His efforts had caught the attention of one particular Gilnean learning the "auld ways", and compelled this man to seek Pterneldan out...
Character Timeline --Born and raised 10,000 - War of the Ancients --Joined the emerging druidic order --Helped seal away the first Druids of the Pack --Helps establish the second incarnation of the Pack ((Unoffically referred to as the Second Pack)) --Goes into hibernation with the rest of the druidic sects as part of the Long Vigil
-0/592-- Opening of the Dark Portal
-1 -- First War
-6 -- Second War _____Tides of Darkness -8 -- Through the Dark Portal _____Closing of the Dark Portal
10 -- Greymane Wall built
18 -- Third War _____Reign of Chaos 19 -- Frozen Throne --Rude Awakening:The barrowdens Pterneldan and his sect use are besieged by rogue forsaken with a protoplague. Pterneldan is apparently the only survivor. --Fixing a Broken Druid: A few weeks later, Pterneldan is discovered in darkest Felwood by two Dalaran mages (Gilthoniel and his ward, Terrothanes) seeking shelter from war. The time in Felwood had left Pterneldan weakened, feral, and severely amnesiac. He is taken first to Astranaar, and then is sent to the newly planted Teldrassil to recover.
20 - 24 -- The Silence
-25--Cycle of Hatred (World of Warcraft) _____Molten Core _____Fall of Nefarian (Blackwing Lair) _____Gates of Ahn'Qiraj _____Necropolis and the First Scourge Invasion (Naxxramas) Second Opening of the Dark Portal --Becomes acquainted with Kbel Lightbroken, a young draenei paladin who survived the crash of the Exodar. It is through Kbel that Pterneldan becomes acquainted with the concept of the Light. -26--Burning Crusade _____Spectres of Karazhan _____Siege of the Black Temple _____Ruins of Zul Aman --At Kbel and Gilthoniel's behest, Pterneldan agrees to leave Teldrassil. He is taken in by Kbel's sponsor guild in Ironforge and is allowed to retrain his skills in Druidism. _____Revelations in Tempest Keep --The guild, along with hundreds of other such guilds, are called to arms to the Isle of Quel'Danas. By now, Pterneldan has gained back a sizable chunk of both his memories and his former power. _____Shattered Sun Offensive _____Fury of the Sunwell The Second Scourge Invasion
--After helping the Argent Dawn fight back the Second Scourge Invasion, the Guild is called to arms to fight in the frozen lands of Northrend. -27--Wrath of the Lich King _____Siege of Light's Hope/Light of the Dawn _____Tragedy at the Wrathgate --Sensing terrible things on the horizon for the world at large, Pterneldan returns to Kalimdor for a time to consult with advisors on the strange dreams he has been getting as of late. _____The Nexus War _____Ulduar _____The Argent Tournament --Is sent back to Northrend as part of a delegation representing Darnassus in the Argent Crusade's Tournament. -28--Fall of the Lich King --Assists in the siege of Icecrown Citadel and is witness to the fall of the Lich King (and the secret crowning of his successor).
--Itinerant Loreseeker: Pterneldan leaves the guild to better focus his energies in preserving the lore of the world before the catastrophe in his dreams become realized. The Nightmare War/Stormrage --Finishes his catalog of lore. Is witness to a rather major shake up in Dalaran regarding his mage friends. Return of the Twilight's Hammer --Earning the Ire of the Twilight:With Gilthoniel's help, Pterneldan infiltrates the Twilight's Hammer chapter nearest Stormwind. He manages to not only expose most of the cultists hiding in the city, but also gains important knowledge about the Twilight's Hammer before he is outted. King Varian does his best to keep Pterneldan nameless officially and on paper for his espionage work while congratulating him, but the damage had already been done. Elemental Invasion
-29-- --Is reinstated to the rank of Archdruid. --Crossing the Deep of a River so Swift: Compelled to enter the Emerald Dream, Pterneldan insists to his friends and family to be present as he hibernates once more. He doesn't tell them why he is entering the Dream, only that it is important, and that while he is hibernating, he is vulnerable; a moment of weakness he knew the Twilight's Hammer would take advantage of. -- And take advantage of his weakness they did. Overwhelming his last line of defense with waves upon waves of powerful subjugated elementals, the Twilight's Hammer imploded Pterneldan's barrowdens on top of him, apparently killing the Archdruid in his sleep. Gloating and claiming responsibility for this atrocity is one Riverswift Auberthoril, a long-time member of the cult and a former Druidic Warden... and one who knew Pterneldan well...
--The Shattering _____Azeroth rebuilds _____Alliance vs Horde
-30--Cataclysm Arc Begins --Mercurial Twilight Arc begins: It is discovered, through the dreams of one Aaron Braun, that PT may not be dead after all and is out there somehwere. The search for the archdruid begins.
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--For empathy, Pterneldan discovered his empathic abilities in his formative years as a youngling, and he had no idea how to deal with the rush of emotions he felt when he was in a large group of people. More often than not, they were negative feelings, such as worry, fear, or anger... and he would find himself running away just to escape the pain. It wasn't until he had taken up the path of the Druid that he finally learned how to control his once rampant empathy.
--In regards to psychometry, he didn't discover it until he was already an established druid. He had wished to expand upon his powers of empathy, and learned of psychometry from his colleague, Quintis Jonespyre. Turned out that he had a knack for it not long after he started practicing the art of psychometry, and it has since become part of Pterneldan's repetoire.
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Saphrit glared at the strange man he menaced with his blade.
“You should be thankful it’s just my sidearm. If I had my axe with me…”
“Easy now, sir Paladin.” the intruder replied, slowly moving his right hand over to the tip of the blade and gently started pushing it to his left in hopes it would not skewer his face. “I mean no harm, lad.”
The young paladin snarled something in an inhuman language and lay the flat of his blade on the intruder’s throat. “Then what in all that is holy are you doing rifling through my An’da’s possessions?!” Saphrit demanded, “And how the fel did you get in here?! My An’da’s room is off limits – even to me.”
The man gulped slowly, hoping not to accidentally cut himself on the young paladin’s blade, and calmly replied, “I sneaked in here… “
Saphrit growled a little, his eyes and the nightelven runes tattooed on his skin glowed slightly as he pressed the flat of his blade a little harder into the intruder’s throat. “Don’t be coy.”
“By the fang… Alright, alright!” the intruder sighed and edged a bit away from the blade, but the desk edge pressing against his back was making it hard to get a bit more breathing room. “I was let in here--”
“-- Only two people have access to this room. I didn’t let you in here.” Saphrit hissed, “So why would Rii-nee let you in here?!”
“Because he’s my friend, Saphi.” A young feminine voice interrupted from behind. What looked to be a pajama-wearing young night elf in the kaldorei equivalent to about 12 years old was standing at the door, cuddling her stuffed moonkin plushie. She glowed, then shifted shape to her natural form -- a slender, blue-skinned gorloc –- and walked over to her adopted brother. With a webbed hand on his arm, she asked him to let the intruder go.
Saphrit closed his eyes and sheathed his blade, then edged the intruder out of the way of the desk to inspect the damage done to his adopted father’s journal. The intruder simply stepped aside, rubbed his throat, and smiled gratefully at Rii-nee. “Thank you, Lady Crossdeep…”
Rii-nee curtsied as best as a gorloc could, and returned the intruder’s smile. “It is only fair, sir… You did save my life.”
This got Saphrit’s attention. “Saved your life? You mean this is the guy that saved you from getting chased off that cliff in Azshara, Rii-nee?”
“Right place at the right time, I assure you, Sir Saphrit.” the intruder replied, trying to wave aside the gravity of the statement.
“He is.” Rii-nee answered frankly, “And he left before I could properly thank him.”
Saphrit closed the journal and put it aside, setting the desk as it was before it was rifled through, then turned around to face the intruder. “I should give you an apology and a thank you.” He held out his hand in a pre-handshake gesture, “But it still doesn’t answer what you were doing and how you got here in the first place.”
The intruder, now a guest, shook Saphrit’s hand firmly, then replied. “I am seeking answers, young sir.” He stepped away a bit and glanced at the now tidy desk, “And… I was hoping your adopted father would answer those questions for me.” There was a moment of silence before the guest continued, “So I spent the time after the Shattering tracking him down, and it was through tracking your an’da down that I encountered Rii-nee in Azshara.” He looked at Rii-nee apologetically, “I am sorry if my abrupt departure was insulting, miss.”
“What is there to be sorry for, sir?” Rii-nee answered, “You found your way here, nonetheless.”
“And I am grateful that you were brave enough to accommodate me, young miss… but…” the man sighed, “I don’t think your father’s books were enough to quell my curiosity. The questions I have now far outweigh the answers.”
Saphrit leaned back on his father’s desk, his face belying the depth of his thoughts. After another moment of shared silence, the dragon paladin spoke again, “What you’ve told me so far still doesn’t add up.”
Both Rii-nee and her guest looked at Saphrit in confusion.
“No offense, sir.” Saphrit spoke, folding his arms, “While I can sense your sincerity, I still don’t get why you’d be looking for our An’da.”
The stranger wrung his hands for a moment before replying, “The truth is that I wanted to meet him, face-to-face, Sir Saphrit.” A pause. “And have felt compelled to find him in the hopes he could help me help my people.”
“Your people?” the dragon paladin asked, raising an eyebrow. “You look like every other human I’ve met…”
“I’m neither of Lordaeron or of Stormwind, young sir.” was the guest’s reply, the tone of his distinctly accented voice failing to hide his shame. “I am of Gilneas.”
Saphrit gripped the hilt of his sword again, and glanced at Rii-nee. The young Gorloc shook her large head at Saphrit’s body language.
“Brother… You know as well as I do that what a person is doesn’t matter. A person is a person. An’da taught us that, remember?”
There was a sigh from Saphrit as he forced himself to relax. Rii-nee was right. “Yeah… I should know better.” He smiled at his sister. “We’re living proof of that lesson.” Saphrit then turned his attention back to their guest. “So… Gilneas. How did you know about our An’da, then? He died months before the walls came down in your neck of the woods.”
“That’s just it. I didn't know anything about him, lad.”
“Then why are you still looking for him?” the young paladin asked, more curious than reprimanding. “… Especially now that you know that he’s, well, gone?”
The stranger paused. “You’re gonna think me crazy if I tell you.”
"Try me."
The man sat down on a nearby chair, assuming a posture of deep thought before saying. "You tell me he's dead. I have reason to believe he's still alive."
For a moment, both Saphrit and Rii-nee both looked at their guest with confounded expressions.
“I mean no disrespect,” spoke the guest in a feeble attempt to keep back the blazing tide he knew was coming. “… but you did ask.”
Saphrit was the first to regain his composure after hearing the man state his claim. As soon as Saphrit did, his shocked expression faded into indignant anger and he blurted out in impulsive disbelief, “An’da was killed when the Twilight’s Hammer imploded his barrow dens on top of him while -we- were distracted by waves of their elementals. We couldn’t sense his presence anymore when we realized what had happened. Some of us were devastated. -One- of us came unhinged! Now you’re telling me we’ve been grieving over nothing?!”
Rii-nee tugged on Saphrit’s arm. “Calm down, Saphrit!”
“He’s right, little miss.” the Gilnean spoke, “And I understand why he would be so upset. No one wants someone they have pledged to honor be brought out as a liar and a deceiver. I can only imagine that this wasn’t the first time your family has been faced with that being a near-certain possibility.” He looked at his hands and clenched them into fists. “I’ve faced that possibility myself back in my homeland. It isn’t a pretty thing to face… I can only hope you can find it in you to hear me out.”
"You have my ears, friend." Rii-nee assured her guest, then tugged at her brother's arm in pleading.
Saphrit sighed. "I will listen."
The man took a moment again to gather his thoughts before beginning his explanation. "When I began learning the auld ways, I was taken to the howling tree in the heart of the Blackwald to learn how to dream, and it was in the Dreaming where I saw him – your an’da. He walked among wolves and worgen, speaking with them and opening their eyes. As the wolves and worgen awoke to awareness, they faded from the Dreaming. I watched him work among the gathered beasts for a little while before your adoptive father saw me.
".... And that was the moment I awoke, myself." The Gilnean sighed, and shook his head. “I tried to go back to the Dreaming right away. My intent was to learn what this strange night elf was doing so I could do the same, but when I came to that dreaming place where I saw him, he was gone. “ A pause. “It was a few days after that when I saw him again in my dreams. Your father apparently recognized me, and while he was too far away for me to hear what he was saying, I could tell that he wanted me to follow him… It took a few more nights of this same sequence of events happening in different places in the Dreaming for me to realize that it was a valid message being conveyed to me, and after that, I have been following him ever since.”
Saphrit only responded with a posture of acceptance and thought.
The Gilnean leaned forward before Saphrit could find another retort. “One more thing, young sir: I have been seeing your father beckoning me to follow for a good long time now, and the last time I had seen him… was last night.”
This prompted Saphrit to raise his eyebrows in another bit of shock, and Rii-nee to open up in a hopeful expression.
“I will not lie when I say that I had always believed that your father has been, and will continue to be, a remarkable man, Sir Saphrit.” The confidence in the Gilnean’s voice was clear, “And your father’s journals have only confirmed that to me. Now that I am a bit more aware of who and what he is, I am wholly convinced that your an’da still lives on in the Dreaming… Unless he was forcibly severed from his body before getting killed in that implosion, I sincerely doubt that he has truly died.”
“Then why can’t we sense him anymore?” Saphrit protested softly, thinking aloud. He then looked at his guest, “And why -you- of all people? A total stranger, no less!”
“Those are questions I am asking myself, young sir.” the man confessed, looking a bit ashamed for a moment, then hope returned to his expression, “But I am willing to bet, coppers to gold, that your father may have those answers –”
“--And to find those answers, we have to find him.” Saphrit finished. The man nodded in agreement.
Another extended moment of silence was shared in understanding, until Rii-nee tugged at the sleeve of her Gilnean guest.
“You never gave us a name, friend.” Rii-nee spoke.
“As usual, she’s right.” Saphrit added, carefully masking his embarrassment. “Since there’s a good chance you’re going to be with us while we’re searching for our An’da, we’re going to need to know what to call you.”
The Gilnean smiled sadly in response to the request at first, hesitating for a moment before speaking.
“… They call me… Aarbron.”
The Crossdeep Letters -- 007 - Saphrit
Created On: 12/03/2010 01:03:40
((You turn through the pages in the journal, skipping over weather days and travelogues, hoping to find more things that would shed a bit more light on this man. At last you come upon empty pages, and a letter tucked into the folds of the first two blank parchments. The envelope looks like it had been sealed recently, and it appears to be addressed to the archdruid to whom this journal belongs. You look at the letter, torn between leaving it be and wanting to read it... And the need to know more overcomes your sensibility. Carefully, you extract the letter from the envelope and peruse the contents...))
((The letter had indeed been written recently, as it is dated within a year of the last memory stone you touched.))
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Ishnu'alah, An'da
It has been a long time since we last talked. I don't know where to begin telling you what has happened in the last several months.
I guess I can start with how I've been doing. Auntie Topazi has been watching my progress and Lord A'dal has allowed me to graduate and complete my paladin training. I have become a full-fledged vindicator, and I will be joining Shan'do Malfurion in the defense of Hyjal in just a few days. I know you would approve of me doing this, An'da, and I look forward to learning more when I arrive there at those sacred slopes.
I had been paired with a young priestess during the last leg of my training, and I learned that you had mentored her a few years ago in far away Arathi. She seems like a nice young girl, if not a bit naïve. You'd think one with her particular parentage would be a bit more aware of the world beyond her... And I think it's because of her own "wardens". I bet ol' Terrothanes would sympathize with her in that regard. That said, she seemed to express a great interest in the travels you and I shared and *there is a blot of ink here* I'm embarrassed to say this, An'da, but I think she would like me to show her the world... I don't know how you'd think of this, An'da, but I'd rather you know about it instead of it happening behind your back; besides, I know you'd just figure it out.
Rii-nee... Oh Light, you should see Rii-nee, An'da. Since she came with me to Shattrath, she's grown so fast. We've visited her people in Sholazar often, and she's learned the art of hunting from the locals. Personally, she isn't getting much better at it, but she loves what she does, and I know that you would approve just as long as she enjoys her calling.
Master Dano is doing very well on his side of the Druids of the Pack, An'da. Since he had been officially recognized as an archdruid, the movement has gotten much attention under the watch if his blind eyes. He has told me that many of the students had been looking forward to meeting you one day, especially during your yearly visits to Thunder Bluff...
If only you could, An'da.
The world has changed so much since you left us. Darkshore... Ashenvale... Loch Modan... The view of Menethil from our dwarven village hideaway is half-drowned... Master Eleutherios... He has withdrawn so far from us that we have heard little of him. I can only hope he has found his memories, just as you have. Terrothanes... he isn't the same either. In the face of his heritage being uncovered, he has become rather cold and driven. I fear for him and the people around him, as he is putting anything and everything trained into him that was intended to keep him safe from the ancient whispers that claimed his bloodline to the test.
And Master Gilthoniel... By the Light...
Did you see all of this madness come to pass in your visions, An'da? Could we have avoided it all? If we could have, why didn't you tell us? So much, An'da. So much heartbreak could have been avoided if we knew we had a choice. That's something you have taught me since I was very small...
*The presence of faint water stains on the parchment mingle with the inked words that follow, some of the words blurred where the cursive meets the stains.*
An'da. I... If only... If only I was ready. If only I was stronger. I could have saved you on that day, An’da! You would be safe, still be alive and guiding us, and we would not be suffering this way.
You never told us why you were going into the Dreaming, An'da; we only knew that what you were going to do was important. How were we supposed to know that the enemy would be waiting for us? I guess you already knew. If you didn't, you wouldn't have insisted that all of us be there at the barrow dens with you. After our concerted efforts in the defense of Stormwind and Ironforge in the face of the Twilight Hammer's attacks, it was only expected that we would have drawn their ire. We didn't know they would seek to strike at our hearts...
All of us are greiving, An'da. Greiving to this day.
*inkblot and it becomes clear that the water stains are from tears*
.... I miss you, An'da. I miss you so much, and I just wish you could come back, someway or somehow... If I could, I would turn back time and die in your stead if only to get a chance to see you one last time... But the Light knows that nothing I can do can change what has happened.
Rii-nee and I will carry on and we will honor your memory in all we do. Master Dano will, too. The others have gone their own ways, as you would have wanted them to, and I am praying to the Light that they will find what they seek.
And, in a strange way, I am glad you are not here to see what Deathwing has done to this world, especially to your homeland. If you still walked with us, I know that you would have gone out of your way to set this world right. We can't fix everything, An'da, but I hope it rests your soul knowing that what remains of this world is in able hands.
I guess this is good-bye for now, An'da. I hope we do not need to wait long for us to see you again.
Diel'nadres, An'da,
Saphrit
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((You fold the letter as your thoughts wander in contemplation. Its contents were... Unexpected.))
((As you put the letter back in the envelope, you hear the sound of a sword unsheathing behind you. Slowly, you put the letter back down into the pages where you found it. After that, you slowly raise your hands in submission and turn around to find a sword pointed at your face and a very ticked-off young man holding the blade's hilt.))
"Just what the fel do you think you are doing in here, intruder?"
A Page from the Journal of Pterneldan Crossdeep - 020
Created On: 12/02/2010 04:01:13
((A page falls out of the journal as you read through it. Catching the page before it falls to the floor, you prepare to put it back in its proper place in the journal by reading the date it was written. Apparently it was written about 6 months before the day the world was shattered. There is more witten in the spot where the page fell out, and by returning the page, the entry is completed. Curious, you decide to read this entry before moving on...))
Hello again, dear reader.
It is an early morning for me, and I do not know if I should return to my sleeping.
Perhaps it is because everything is all set for the catastrophe that is to come. If there was more I could do, I would do it, knowing what is to come. The choices that will have led up to the coming disaster have been made long ago... How the world will fare after the nightmare becomes reality is now wholly in the hands of those living in that time.
Since we spoke last, dear reader, I will confess that I have been hearing things. Voices, to be exact. Some are mad whisperings, others honest cries for help, and I hear them as the nightmares of war and fire and brimstone become clearer and more vivid. I hear the call of the Dream, beckoning me into its verdant embrace to seek out the source of the voices that I have been hearing as I sleep. Perhaps they are innocents that have wandered into the Dream and have found themselves trapped for one reason or another; or perhaps they are something shades darker than confused dreamers. Perhaps the voices are a trick made by the eldritch source of The Nightmare intended for plans far more lurid than the nightmare that had gripped Azeroth a score of months ago. I cannot know for sure unless I go and see for myself. Questions rarely answer themselves, dear reader, and my heart is being pulled toward discovering the answers I seek.
I will leave you now, dear reader, with this thought and a question that only you can answer -- No one is defined by the choices others make. Who one is defined as is a result of choices one has made, and that includes choices influenced by the choices of others. With that said, know now that a trial by fire is coming. What will you do when the cataclysm comes? How you will answer that will shape your world.
Diel'nadres, dear reader, and may the Light forever light your path.
-End Log
The Crossdeep Letters -- 006
Created On: 11/30/2010 11:28:19 Edited By Pterneldan On: 11/30/2010 11:57:24
((Another memory stone on the desk catches your eye as you turn the pages in the journal. This one seems fancier than the last one, but like the last two, this one responds to your touch. What appears to be the same Tauren and Night Elf from the last two memory stones appear in your mind, but it seems a signifgant amount of time had passed since the last stone you have seen. From the looks of it, this stone seems to have been created about a year before the world had gotten turned upside down.....))
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*The Tauren speaks*
Shan'do Pterneldan,
It has been long since we have talked last, and much has changed in the world since our last correspondence. I pray to the Source that this memory stone manages to find you, as a great rift is growing between our factions and there is little trust even among the people of the Horde.
If you have yet to hear, the young brigand son of Grom Hellscream has ascended to the office of Warchief, at least temporarily, while his predecessor, Thrall, has left for Outland to find himself. Yes, I am aware of your opinions of him, Shan'do, but young Hellscream is starting to prove himself to us, my people especially, as that old witch, Magtha Grimtotem, used young Hellscream as a tool to facilitate the murder of High Chief Cairne Bloodhoof. Still, the boy-orc has much learn and prove before the peoples beyond his fellow orcs stop resenting his presence and embraces him as they did with Lord Thrall.
High Chief Cairne's son, Baine, has ascended to his father's position after the tragedy and has held his position with wisdom. Under his watch, I have been witness to a rise in a rennaisance of sorts. A long awaited return to balance has come to us, facilitated by a former Druid named Tahu Sagewind, and his friend, Brave Aponi Brightmane. They have started the Sunwalker movement, and from them, the priests and paladins of An'she have begun to make their mark upon our united peoples.
As for myself, I have grown a good deal since our last correspondence, as have the number your followers under my guidance. Most of those attracted to our sect of druidism are those who seek a chance to help create a united Azeroth, one free of the age old hatreds that currently divide our factions. Among then also include former undead followers of Sylvanas Windrunner, and we are learning from their peaceful example of how to handle being outcasts. A timely lesson, as those of us who walk this path you teach may very likely become cast away from the current state of affairs in the future.
In the meantime, we have delved into the books you have sent us along with your last few correspondences and benefitted from the ancient wisdoms collected within their pages. Your catalogue of lore is a particular favorite; it has already expanded the horizons of many of our thero'shans who had never ventured beyond the places they knew. Many wish to travel to these places themselves, if only to see what you have described with their own eyes.
I hope this news heartens you some, Shan'do Pterneldan. In the light of all that has happened, a little good news goes a long way. I hope to hear more from you soon, as well as what you have been doing on your side of the world.
May the light of Mu'sha continue to shine upon you,
Dano
PS: In the years we have known each other, Pterneldan, there are still things I do not quite understand. I hope you will find it within you to reveal these last mysteries to me so that I may teach this path with a full understanding. Thank you.
*the image of the old tauren bows*
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*There is a weary, but content smile on the old night elf's lilac face. He also seems relieved for some reason, though it is clear that there are other, deeper concerns etched into his mind.*
Ishnu'alah, Dano, my friend,
I have indeed heard of the changing of the guard in regards to the Horde's leadership, dear Dano. One would be lying if they were to say they were not distressed about the nature of this news, but unlike most, I am inclined to wait and see. Perhaps having the world on his shoulders will straighten the young brigand's back some.
In contast, the growth and the diversity that your part of the sect has experienced has eased my concerns greatly. If only I were there now to appoint you as an archdruid, Dano, my friend! The Horde chapters of the Pack would certainly benefit from having you as a figurehead, and I can rest knowing our collected thero'shans would be in good hands.
One would call flattery and shennanigans if I did not sense you were sincere in regards to how well my books, including the catalog of lore, were received among your students. It is good that the spark of exploration and discovery has beem lit for many of them through the catalog, and it is my hope that the world will still yeild these beautiful places for them to see.
I say that last statement with a sense of uncertainty, and I know you will pick up on that, dear friend. Allow me to remind you of the content within the last few correspondences we've had; by now you must be well aware of the forboding premonitions plaguing my visions and dreams. I am bound by oath to the Bronze Flight not to reveal more than what has been felt all over the world, but know this now, dear friend, that my mind is now solely focused on preparing for the worst that is to come. It is my advice to you that you and your thero'shans do the same. Please try not to incite a panic if you do so, however, lest we be mistaken for those madmen who walk under the banner of the Twilight's Hammer.
*the night elf pauses to gather his thoughts*
Part of me wishes to impart more wisdom to you before I close this correspondence, but in all honesty, I cannot think of anything more to tell you. All that is needed is to remind our thero’shans that the time is coming when it is vital to stay close to their pack. A wolf without his pack is a trifle, though he is strong, fierce, and bares his fangs against any and all threats; but in the face of the world’s dragons, he is just a wolf. A pack in unity is a powerful thing-- even dragons fear the combined ferocity of they who call upon the power of the moon. Remember that the wolf walks a fine line between power and bloodthirst, and that each packbrother must anchor each other as they ascend the storming mountains of this life, lest a brother slips into the crevasses of madness. Lead by example and not by words alone, for the world is watching the pack, and it is our collective good and love for those who live in this world that will help us rise from our stigma and darkness.
I hope to hear from you again, dear friend, be it in the Dreaming or another place in time.
Diel'nadres, Dano, and may the Light continue to guide your path.
Pterneldan
PS: I sense you wish to know the last bit of history I had witheld from you so long ago. As I do no know when I will be able to contact you again, I will gladly answer that question.
Recall when I recounted the time the original practicioners of the Pack left our society behind so they may master the pack form on their own volition? After practicing our version of the Pack's path, one among our number at the time decided to take our teachings to the ones we sealed away long before. He left with our blessing, and I had not heard from him since. I only had an inkling of his success after seeing a few of the unwaking beasts in the dream fade away. I can only hope his success has continued, if not very slowly, as the number of pack beasts has steadily increased since my last few visits over the years.
I hope that this news has assuaged your curiousity some, Dano, old friend. Perhaps more answers willl reveal themselves to you in the future.
-Pterneldan
A Page from the Journal of Pterneldan Crossdeep - 019
Created On: 11/29/2010 21:00:16
((This entry was penned just a few days after the last entry.))
Source. Holy Light. Father Spirit. What had just happened? It feels like months had passed in just a scant few days.
Before leaving Stormwind a few days ago, I had gotten a message from the present council of the Cenarion Circle. They had grown interested in my work in the preservation of the world’s knowledge, and had opted to give me support from the Circle in the hopes of using the material I had gathered to teach future generations of druidic neophytes of the past. Apparently, I still have some powerful friends still presiding in the Circle, so I accepted their offer. I did not realize how timely their offer was until much later.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning, dear reader. I hope you recall my old friend and colleague, Gilthoniel Freezeflame? The one who helped rescue me so many years ago from darkest Felwood and was recently sent to Silverpine? Just this morning, he presented his dissertation on the status of the Worgen in Silverpine in the hopes of stirring the Kirin Tor to action. Needless to say, this did not go over well.
I found him at the bar in the waning hours of the afternoon, furiously going through his notes and a strange tome in frustrations. Hear me now reader, and believe me when I say that my friend is a man of secrets. There was more he knew that he needed to tell me, starting with the book he was studying… the Book of Ur.
It was hard to stay objective when learning that Gilthoniel had the gall to steal a book, especially one as dangerous as Ur’s collection of observations, from the Forsaken. And from UNDERCITY no less. Almost every fiber in my being wanted to reprimand him for such a decision, and what it could mean for him and the very world he was trying to help! Source… I only have to look heavenward to know just what it was that kept me from doing something so terribly brash. I could only hope that we weren’t being spied on, dear reader, for in Dalaran, the Eye is ever watching, unblinking. I swear must have sensed just that intent from someone in that room. If only I was able to pinpoint just who…
When our conversation came to what Gilthoniel was going to do with the book if the case was he was discovered to be a thief and a liar, something lit up in his eyes that I had not seen since the day he urged me to leave Teldrassil. Right there, he stood up and told me that he wasn’t going to hide anything anymore, and vanished through the door of the tavern… and into destiny.
I stood there, helpless as he was forced out into the open as he desperately bid the people of Dalaran to support his bid to help those who were forgotten. I could sense the bitter taste of vengeance served cold rising from the bloodless bodies of the Forsaken, and their delight in his loss. I could feel the blind fire of Archmagus Sunreaver’s anger as he called out my friend’s true, half-elven self. I could barely stand under the weight of indecision as Gilthoniel urged those in the crowd who would agree with him and take action where no one else will.
Gilthoniel’s heart was in the right place, dear reader. It always has. I certainly hope that the choice he made and the sacrifice it demanded would awaken those who would heed the very call he hears now. … wearing the tabard of the Kirin Tor would have snuffed out the fire he was intended to ignite.
“What about his ward?” I hear my dear reader ask.
Terrothanes was the one hit the most hard by this event, dear reader. Gilthoniel was more than a simple teacher and mentor. He was, down to the very essence, young Terrothanes’s an’da… his father. If you know Terrothanes’s origins, of his heritage, and how he came to be under Gilthoniel’s guidance, you could understand why. They aren’t that much different from each other.
When Gilthoniel was forced into exile, he was forced to leave Terrothanes behind. For a father, that is the most terrible thing to do, and I can sense that separation is going to be hard on him and Terrothanes. The night before, they were looking forward to going back to how life was before Gilthoniel was forced to take the Silverpine case. Unfortunately, it seems that may not be… not for a while. And without Gilthoniel there to watch Terrothanes, it would take weeks of deliberation for the Kirin Tor to decide who was going to be young Terro’s new guardian… Weeks that Terro would have to endure cooped up in Dalaran, surrounded by wards and wardens. The poor child was doomed to being treated as a prisoner there if nothing were to be done and soon.
I approached the council of the Kirin Tor directly, and presented them with an option that would save them some time. After getting their written consent (an important step, dear reader!), I returned to my room at the in upon Saphrit’s behest and found Terrothanes huddling behind his Netherdrake companions. It didn’t take much, dear reader, for Terrothanes to recover from learning that I had effectively purchased his freedom.
My only wish in taking action is that I didn’t have to use the power given to me by the Cenarion Circle to wrest a fledgling Black Dragon from the watchful eye of the Kirin Tor. I can only hope that those who trusted me with their support would forgive me if they are to ever find out Terrothanes’s true nature. All I can say, dear reader, is this: “Secrets are sacred, but only if they do not poison trust.” Protecting an uncorrupted dragon is sacred; denying the existence of a curse is not…
It will be some time before Terrothanes is confident enough for me to cut him loose. His master… no… His an’da had trained him well, and I can trust that the voices that took the rest of young Terro’s bloodline will not claim him so easily. Light, be within him always.
We will be going to Shattrath soon to help Saphrit progress further into his paladin training, and to keep Terro company for a few months before returning to Ironforge. After what has happened today, perhaps getting away from the madness some is sorely needed.
Until next time, dear reader, Diel’nadres and may the Light guide your path.
((You find a book made of wood, sinew, and leather parchment, carefully wrapped in an oilskin with a tattered quill pen and a dry block of berry ink. It appears to be a journal of some sort, a very old one and clearly very fragile in spite of the materials it had been made of. With great care and curiosity, you open the journal and scan the pages until a particular entry catches your eyes.))
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Feedback from Pterneldan: Thank you muchly for your vote of confidence, Lady Angelprice! My fears have since eased, and I will see to it that PT's story will continue. I look forward to reading more of Cordie's adventures, as she rarely fails to make the day of myself and my friends!
Created On: 08/08/2010 07:51:33 Edited By Pterneldan On: 08/08/2010 15:05:56
WARNING: THIS FOLLOWING NOTE CONTAINS CATACLYSM SPOILERS. READ AND ADVISE AT YOUR OWN RISK! Thank you.
Un-spoiler-ific summary: There were some official lore details I had discovered last night that are far, far too close to what I had in mind for PT's backstory to be comfortable. In short, I did not expect them to really be canon, but lo and behold, they are. This is going to be very interesting process trying to cut away and differentiate PT's story from Blizzard's official lore.
Who would have guessed that the "Druids of the Pack" were actually canon? This is a rather uncomfortable coincidence since I dreamed up PT's Druids of the Pack independent of Blizzard a couple years ago for PT's personal back story. I fancied him to be something of an archdruid, therefore PT needed a sect that didn't really exist if he ever was going to restore it... Back when I rolled him on Earthen Ring, a sect dedicated to the wolf hadn't existed, yet, so of course, one can guess what happened then.
Now that Cata is rolling around, and there has been evidence of a canon "Druids of the Pack", I'm finding myself very worried that I might be very close into getting in trouble with the lore and worse, infringing on copyright. So, for those of you who aren't afraid to get spoiler'd, I'm looking to you for advice: What do I do, now that I've made it no secret that PT is a "Druid of the Pack"?
Personally, I found myself leaning toward blaming a combination of PT's age and his apparent amnesia scrambling up his memories of events, or that he was representing a sort of second iteration/second chance version of the Pack that was never officially recognized as a true druidic sect (for obvious reasons) ... or a combination of the prior two suggestions.
What say you, my fellow RPGeeks? Any bones you want to throw this old dog's way? *chuckle*
Created On: 10/09/2009 21:10:42 Edited By Pterneldan On: 10/09/2009 21:21:00
oct 9, 2009
I am just now discovering how hard it is to make a 11,000 year old Night Elf believable and not so Mary Sueish... Pterneldan didn't get as much a chance to flesh out as Eleutherios had before my guild moved to Garrosh, mostly because I didn't know how RPs were coordinated on ER. Now that I know how everything works, it seems Eli's benefiting from the 'system' a great deal, despite him being the newest of my RP characters...
Eh. I'll keep plugging away. Maybe there's still a closet population of RPers hiding on Garrosh somewhere, and I'd like PT to be ready for them....
Welcome, Pterneldan! Wow, 7' and built like a bear ... that seems fairly remarkable to me. And a bit intimidating. I look forward to learning more about Pternelldan, and how he got that scar.
Feedback from Pterneldan: *bows graciously*
I thank you for the welcome, Miss Emeralde, and also thank you for leaving a note on Eleutherios as well! Pterneldan started out on Earthen Ring, and I still have very personal ties to that server even though I've moved to Garrosh several months ago.
Long story short, I've put PT's info up here because I'm hoping to find some players who still like to RP on Garrosh (a PvE server), as most may have migrated from RP servers, like Earthen Ring.
Thank you for starting up this site, miss, and I'll be sure to help spread the word on Garrosh and on Earthen Ring!
- Pterneldan
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