As the new society forbade that any survivors of the last conflict use any sort of arcane magic, housechores became increasingly difficult for the Shalah'aman family. Ashamal had used very little magic previously, but even he could feel massive withdrawal symptoms from the lack of arcane influence.Nevertheless, the Shalah'aman family pushed on as usual; of course, with help from their multitude of house servants.

The Sentinels allowed a few of the families from the aristocracy to live, so long as they agreed to be probed for use of arcane magic, and drained over fifty percent of their estates to help fund Ashenvale's treasury.

Suffering from depression, Vashal slumped into a period of drunkedness, where his only care was the bottle of wine in his hand, and the profits that the new, opressive government were draining from his pockets. He often told Ashamal and his mother that he contemplated suicide, and though they acted as if they would be devastated, the thought of Vashal's death tickled them with sinister glee.

Ashamal's two brothers, Vartharial and Sheothorath, were employed at local libraries and archives. Vartharial was able to land Ashamal a part-time job sorting books, which would lead to him meeting the second woman who would entice him, Viviae Eldercrest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just as Mirae Shalah'aman influenced Ashamal, so did Viviae. Women played a very important role in Ashamal's life. Mirae gave him a lust for power, while Viviae taught him to thirst for knowledge. Ashamal was a curious child who had grown into an equally-curious adult, and he learned all he could from Viviae.

For nearly two milleniums, Ashamal and Viviae spent each afternoon together in the archives, reading old books to eachother, while Viviae told Ashamal the stories of time before his birth.

Eventually, however, their relationship would end explosively. After Ashamal lusted after dangerous arcane texts, which had been locked away from the rest of the library, and partitoned by a false wall, Viviae denied him entry to the archives, and he beat her until she was unconscious. His lust for power and knowledge overcame his love for his companion, but he was still unable to open the archives, as they required a special spell.

Determined to control the arcane to influence others, Ashamal went on a search that availed very little, he learned basic arcane spells, but nothing that would allow him to take hold of the minds of others, or cause massive destruction.

Months after the encounter, Viviae died of unknown causes, and she was buried at a large ceremony. Ashamal paid tribute after the gathering ended, and felt little remorse for the woman he had loved for so long. He had felt barred, restrained and controlled by her, and at this young age, he certainly didn't think responsibly.

A couple hundred years passed for Ashamal, and he dedicated his pursuits to finding more arcane texts, but largely, they had been burned, or hidden away in ancient places. Feeling he would have an easier time searching if he left his home, he declared to his mother and father that he was going to travel for an uncertain amount of time, which left his mother heartbroken and fearful of her abusive husband.

While he traveled across Kalimdor, he met many a strange spirit of wisp; some malicious, and some helpful. His journey led him to a sunken tomb, which he could not possibly reach by himself. He hired a freelance archer and deserter sentinel named Aytharia Glaiveperch, who was a blue-haired beast of a woman, and unrivaled with a bow. She helped Ashamal excavate the ancient tomb, which was laden with dangerous traps and false passageways. After he had recovered the item of his interest, and found it to be a fake that had been left by another excavator, he decided to travel with the curious woman he had met.

After a few years of seeing the lands of Kalimdor with the strange archer, he settled down in an abandoned mountain lodge with her. He had heard stories of a dark-haired maiden who was as untamed as the woods, the Lady Raven. He had, at this point, believed Aytharia was an avatar of this goddess, but, quickly dismissed the thought.

A thousand years had passed since Ashamal left his estate. He had become a more responsible young man, but still lusted invariably for power. His travels with the untamed archer led him to take up archery as a hobby, as he had practiced endlessly with her, out of sheer boredom. Aytharia announed that she had to keep moving, as she was a "free spirit," Ashamal was devastated at first, but made his way, and moved on.

Returning now to his parents' estate, he was met with a surprising development: his mother and father had separated from each other.His mother had left to serve the sentinels, and was now nestled in at a small camp in Feralas.

After a short exchange of insults, Ashamal's temper built enough to the point where he responded with hostility. In a short, unarmed spar with his father, he left the old man crippled, with a broken leg.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feeling insulted, Ashamal left the estate, bearing in mind that his father would most likely sever him from his inheritance, and set out to find his mother.

Ashamal spent the majority of his time in Feralas delivering messages to Sentinel camps. As he was a creative elf, he put his own spin upon the missions, however; much to the dismay of his officer, who noted that he was too distracted by his own arrogance.

Instead of simply delivering the messages, he gave his own, self-proclaimed, long title, and told fantastical stories to the women he delivered the messages to, enticing some of them into his loins.

The charismatic Ashamal Shalah'aman was will never JUST be a messenger boy, he thought to himself often.

Despite his monotonous and boring profession, he was overjoyed to be near his mother; however, the serenity in his life would soon be unsettled by a new foe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the Twin Emperors released their insectoid empire, the Qiraji, upon the mortal world once again, Fandral Staghelm and his son, Valstann, defended the Kal’dorei outposts in Silithus vigorously. When Valstann fell in battle, it seemed that all was lost for Fandral Staghelm. Reinforcements from the North were called to south Kalimdor. Ashamal had become a scout of his mother’s regiment. Captain Mirae Shalah’aman led her soldiers through Un’goro crater, and filled them with hope as they cut a swath through the Qiraji and Silthid operations in the verdant jungle. It seemed they were untouchable when they arrived at Silithus, but they looked upon a foreboding sight; endless insectoid wings buzzed, as the swarms of Aqir--allies of the Qiraji--filled the skies. Mirae led her soldiers head-on into a pack of colossal Anubisath Sentinels, her marksmen standing ready as wasps circled above them, blocking out the very sun. Countless Kal’dorei poured over the hills of Un’goro to the border of Silithus, and countless more fell in morbid rows of gore. At the end of the battle, Ashamal trudged through the piles of his fallen allies, looking for survivors… He found his mother buried beneath the footing of an Anubisath, crushed, and bleeding to her death.She clasped his hands in hers, and sang to him his favorite Darnassian lullaby, and she faded, pale with death. He wandered across the barren wastelands of Silithus, and came across two survivors: a young battle priestess, and a veteran Kaldorei marksman. After several days of traveling across the desert with his two new companions, Ashamal came to an isolated oasis. As he dipped his hands in the water to get a drink to sip, he noticed the once clear waters had taken on a dull, oily colour. He drew his hands in further to his face, and much to his dismay, felt whipping tendrils pulling his arms down into the bed of the pond. Suddenly, the pond vanished entirely, and the lush oasis around it; it was a hallucination. As he was bewildered by the strange vision, Ashamal heard a voice in his head, rumbling through his heartstrings and endless networks of veins; it was as if the fleshy lump under his sternum had sprouted a throat, and a mouth. Could it really have been that demon, C'thun? He thought. Ashamal laid down for rest that night, and saw terrible dreams; the most terrifying visions he had ever witnessed in his life. Not only did he have the grief upon his shoulders from watching his mother die, but now, he watched it play over and over again, seeing all of the families ruptured by the war, all of the corpses in the sand; how children would lose their mothers, their fathers. He saw flesh, and eyes, and tendrils; he saw blood, and gore, and mutilation. Surely no creature could ever awaken such visions in him but C'thun! As his eyes opened, all he saw were walls of moving flesh, and eyes. There were two tendrils that lashed out at him, and he drew his knife, taking one, and soon, the other. The tentacles tell limp, and the vision began to fade. Ashamal felt his stomach rise into his throat as he saw that there had been no tentacles, and his knife was lodged in the throat of the writhing priestess, who was bare from her bath, covered now in slick soap and blood. The other woman had been torn apart by his knife in the first encounter.                 The images soon subsided in his mind. He crawled up the sweeping sand dunes of Silithis weakly, and a week later, was recovered by a group of Sentinel outriders... After the bodies of his companions were discovered, Ashamal Shalah'aman was faced with the life-changing fact that he had murdered two innocents. He stood before a grand council of druids, and was judged with treason against the Kaldorei; though he tried to explain the ordeal as best he could, the dying throes of his defense would come in swift and vulgar Darnassian words, as he was sentenced to death. One high-ranking druid soon stood in protest to Ashamal's execution, as he had believed some of what the elder had said. After a long series of discussions, Ashamal's sentence was lightened to exile without appeal. As he was escorted to the frozen lands of Winterspring by resentful sentinels, his connection with the outside world slowly began to fade.             Ashamal lived the last part of his exile in the mountain ranges surrounding Hyjal. He made camp here after his long journey to transport the infantile son of a former flame to a proper orphanage, a deed which he has not discussed in any of his books, but no doubt influenced his personal traits.He soon met a young Kaldorei delivery girl named Leafsong Gladefall, who worked for her parents at the Gladefall Herb Emporium. She made her rounds quite often through the roads on Hyjal, and before they first interfaced, Ashamal stalked her through the roads, and watched her. As he had been starved by the wilderness, he lusted after the young delivery girl, and propositioned her for sex on multiple occasions. Ashamal's old heart was not completely frozen, however, and he warmed up to the girl, but before he could ever get closer to her, her seasonal route changed.Ashamal soon descended to the foothills of Hyjal before he decided to take to the central part of the continent, as the summertime brought fresh life to trap and harvest; nature's bounty awaited him. Bewildered upon his return to civilization, Ashamal saw creatures emerge from the ocean that he had only heard legends of. The pale creatures from the east continent were certainly not that of complete mystery, but their society and culture were left to trivial speculation by the western Kal'dorei. It was only when Ashamal traveled through the dreadful Dustwallow Marsh that he had learned his people had been to war. His coincidental timing allowed him to evade the sight of all but the nature that stood quiet around him as he traveled through the Kalimdor over the duration of the third war. His sightings of odd tracks from the Orc catapults were dismissed as markings from previous training exercises with ballista, and the plated mail footprints as the markings of those who piloted them. These pale "baboons", as Ashamal referred to them affectionately, (dreadfully) "...[resembled] the faces of the apes from the south." Seeing the strange, conforming structures of Theramore led him to believe that his people had been conquered, or enslaved. Upon entering the state of Theramore, he was shocked and appalled by the "unrighteous" behavior of the "baboons" who lived in their small houses. "They drank strange poisons that had an affect like the over-consumption of wine. They fought each other viciously outside of the small buildings where they seemed to seek out whores, or the societal equivalent of whores." At first, he contemplated assaulting or assassinating the tribal leader of these strange creatures; having dealt with murlocs, he knew that the best way to destroy a society of savages is to remove the idolated. Fortunately, a Darnassian ambassador spoke to Aphel about the outcome of the war he had not even known existed. The Darnassian ambassador would be able to tell his anger by the boiling spittle that sprayed from Ashamal's lips as he spoke in response. We aligned ourselves with FUCKING savages? He would exclaim. His anger resulted, of course, from the fact that his race's ancient enemy destroyed nearly half of his homeland, and claimed thousands of lives, along with the fact that his people had now been forced to accept the help of the eastern tribes. After meeting the friendly sailor aad soldier "Luken", Aphel began to temporarily board himself within the city, painting a facade of happiness and wonder to cover his boiling and unparalleled hate for these outsiders. He learned the "common" language astoundingly quick from the sailor and members of his crew. "The Phoenix", their ship, had been a sizely galleon that sailed with Jaina Proudmoore to the west in hope of salvation. They had been tradesmen from the eastern kingdom of Lordaeron, now turned mercenaries. After spending a year fighting alongside the mercenaries, Aphel found himself in a strange, eastern city. The nation of Stormwind seemed cold and unwelcoming to the Kaldorei exile, who spent much of his time slipping through the shadows of seedy bars, looking for information on different locals. After a particularly nasty brush with a group of Scarlet Crusaders, Ashamal Shalah'aman now knew clearly who his enemies were within the city   Modern Times Aphel was drafted into the Legion front during the Burning Crusade. It was during this time that his hate for the draenei brooded. He had watched as their ships tumbled through the clouds, and crashed, irradiating the islands he once called a temporary home. In his rage, he murdered a few survivors of the strange species, but now reluctantly found himself fighting alongside them in Outland. Having a few talks with Vindicators, his hatred for their race continued to brood. His regiment was absorbed and re-assigned to the defense of a critical point: Shattrath City. It was here that his paramount experience with the Sha'tar would sour his reputation with the alien exiles, for ages to come. Seeing their superimposing and disgusting reverance of the netherbeasts, the Naaru, Aphel was convinced enough to desert his post, while he was pursued by the men he had formerly called comrades. After several months of grueling travel, working for random military groups, and being captured and imprisoned by ethereal traders, Ashamal Shalah'aman found himself at square one: Shattrath. He was promply released from detainment after being vouched for by a Darnassian official, who had sponsored his eligibility, despite his lack of citizenship within Darnassus. During this time, he re-met Leafsong Gladefall, and over a few months, fell in love with the young girl. The announcement came that Leafsong, now his student, was pregnant with a child by him. Aphel decided it morally right to seek union with Leafsong, and proposed lifemateship to her. As the Burning Crusade drew to a close, Aphel and Leafsong nurtured their first child, An'alith, while Leafsong was re-assigned to work at a sattelite of her father's business within Stormwind. Reluctant to return, Aphel's zealotry was the subject of many fights throughout their relationship, Ultimately, Leafsong and Aphel tolerated eachother enough to birth a second child, Mirae. As of current times, the couple are living within the Park District of Stormwind with their two children: Mirae and An'alith; with a third child soon on the way.