Aeleth is old.  Aeleth is tired.  Aeleth should have probably died somewhere quiet in a rocking chair a long time ago--but he didn't.  This old warlock was born in the furthest reaches of Lordaeron to a skilled but reclusive arcanist from Stormwind and his high-elven bride.  Their union was brief, lating only long enough to produce Aeleth and his twin sister, Ambria.  Shortly after their birth, his mother left her family to return to her  beloved Silvermoon, leaving Roland Amellyn to raise his children alone.

And he did, with the help initally of a wet nurse.  He taught his son and daughter to read and write, and probably would have shown them any number of interesting things has he not died suddenly in their seventh year of life.  Now essentially orphaned, they fell under the care of Rolan's mother, their mysterious grandmother Melanthe, who made the journey to Lordaeron to care for them.  Under her watchful eye, two children grew into adolescents, and then into a young man and woman.  When they came of age, both having displayed magical talent, they journeyed to Stormwind City for the first time, to the Magic Academy.

Aeleth was more than a promising pupil, and tackled his lessons with rigorous determination.  Any who dared ridicule them for their country upbringing--and questionable heritage, soon found themselves on the receiving end of a nasty temper.  Eventually they were accepted, Aeleth moreso than his quieter sister.  However, despite his interest in the arcane arts, he found something lacking in his studies at the Aademy.  He eventually grew bore of learning how to blast things with fireballs and freeze people in place.  Ever the seeker of knowledge, it was actually chance that changed his life forever.

hiw magical prowess caught the attention of a visiting sorceress, Zelmadine Mistrunner, and she took the promising young man under her wing to show him a better use for his talent.  He saw her teachings as a challenge, and embraced the dark arts she was teaching, learning for himself the dark annals of shadow magic, fire magic, and how to summon and control demons.  As the First War began, he became a warlock.

As the orcish horde approaches, sacking Northshire, Goldshire and anything else in their path, Aeleth and Ambria made the decision to flee Stormwind City and return to their faraway home.  They departed for Lordaeron City perhaps two weeks before Stormwind was sacked, and reached it safely.

Alone in the world for the first time, the two had to find some means of employment.  Aeleth apprenticed himself to an alchemist, and found the art so appealing that he went on to study the profession, first as a journeyman and later a master.  The inventiveness of his experiments drew many a poerful eye--most importantly that of King Tereneas Menethil II  He remained in Lordaeron City as the Second War began, brewing potions and elixirs for the soldiers to take into battle.

The only blight upon his almost seemingly charmed existence was his sister Ambria.  As she had been in Stormwind, the young woman was equally unhappy in Lordaeron City.  She had taken up tailoring with some skill, and learned the basics of disenchantment, but there was something in Ambria that constantly felt unfulfilled.  She, like her mother, would find herself addicted to magic, and planned to journey to Quel'Thalas once the war was over and find the elven half of their family.

Aeleth, meanwhile, was quite popular.  He was a charismatic fellow and made friends easily.  His first of only two appearances at the court of King Tereneas caught him the eye of Indira, the younger daughter of a lesser lord.  The two quickly became close, for her was enthralled with the young woman's beauty and intrigued by her skill in enchanting.  When it became known that Indira was betrothed to a man she despised, a minor Lord with a reputation for womanizing ways, Aeleth resolved the situation by marrying her himself.

Ambria was deeply displeased by this, for she and Indira had never gotten along, and she resented the woman who stole her brother's attention yet, underneath her pretty ways, seemed to care so little for him.  Frustrated, she packed her things and departed Lordaeron City, never to return.

Aeleth eventually grew bored with the city and its politics, and packed up his wife and two young children, Alain and Pretoria.  They journeyed east, then north, to live in the very same house where Aeleth himself had grown up.  He found some peace in the quiet of the countryside.

With the departure of Ambria, Aeleth's good fortune also seemed to vanish.  He and his wife quickly grew apart.  They put on a good show during their rare public appearances, but the warlock found himself much more interested in the alchemical and magical experiments he worked on in their basement.  His wife, thinking him to be an arcanist, never suspected that his talent had taken a darker turn.

Not long before the Third War began, several important things happened. Aeleth's son, Alain, decided that he wanted to become a priest and follow the Holy Light and journeyed to Stormwind to start his training, and Indira became pregnant with their last child, Alicyn.  Pretoria was undergoing warrior training in Stratholme, and it was only coincidence that parted her from the  city before disaster struck.

Rumors began to reach them even in their isolation, rumors of the orcs stirring from their internment camps and, more importantly, rumors of a new plague that was killing people.  Later, they were to find out, was it not only killing people but turning them into a new enemy--the undead.  The Scourge.  Upon hearing this, Aeleth forbade his daughter to return to the city, knowing full well how diseases spread in close quarters.  She stayed with her parents and little sister.

Indira expressed an intense desire to return to Lordaeron City where it was safe, and later move on to Stormwind to get away from the plague and Aeleth agreed only after all of them witnessed the effects of the Culling of Stratholme from afar.  They watched in horror from their dooryard as the city began to burn.  Not lonf after that, they left.

They managed to reach Lordaeron City as things went from bad to worse, and it was there that Aeleth was given his last assignment in the service of Lordaeron--go back, if you dare go back, and investigate this plague.  So he left his family and journeyed back into what is now the Plaguelands.  Indira and her daughters moved on as the plague worsened, intent on going to Stormwind.  However, there is no record of them reachng it.

What happened to Aeleth and those who traveled with him in the Plaguelands is unknown.  Here we lose track of him.  But we do know this...he woke up in a hospital bed in Stormwind City, likely saved by the brave warriors of the Argent Dawn, and has expressed a deep-rooted hatred of the Scarlet Crusade.  No other members of his party were ever found.  Likely they are ghouls, haunting some abandoned farmstead.