09-24-2010, 07:04 AM
The Talah'dorei Haven
Given by your fellow Ebon Blade Sin'dorei, grabbed as it was laying on a table, or just sent through mai from an unknown sender, a few members of the Light of Nova could potentially stumble across this piece of parchment. Neatly written, with black and red contrasting inks (or what you believe to be ink, to the very least), you unveil the paper and begin reading...
Given by your fellow Ebon Blade Sin'dorei, grabbed as it was laying on a table, or just sent through mai from an unknown sender, a few members of the Light of Nova could potentially stumble across this piece of parchment. Neatly written, with black and red contrasting inks (or what you believe to be ink, to the very least), you unveil the paper and begin reading...
Quote:The Talah'dorei
Sixteen millenia ago, a supreme elvish race ruled the world. Humans, trolls, and more ancient races bowed to the might of the masters of magic. Uncorrupted and allmighty, the progenitors of the Elvish races wielded magic and darkness.
The Dark Elves have left us their heritage, but for sixteen thousands years, we thought their power forgotten. Until now...
When the Scourge destroyed us entirely, they made a capital mistake. The High Elves, as Death Knights, proved highly successful fighters - entirely bound in servitude. In their later battles, they thought they could twist the Blood Elves in the same slavery.
How wrong. The Knights of the Ebon Blade have freed us, and with the Lich King dead, all that remains is acceptance. But accepting what?
You, brother, sister, are no longer a Sin'dorei. Conservated with the enpowering magic of the Scourge, fearless like a thousand legions, gifted with delicious hunger and, at long last, genuine feelings, your frozen body masters runic power and death alike. You have been changed, far beyond your original nature..
While the Sin'dorei, those sex-addicted, mana-leeching beasts, are struggling to survive, we shall strike and establish a new race, of direct Dark Elvish influence, one than master the world, and prove every other one that we have a right in this world, and that we are still living, and reeling in the mortal planes.
You are a Talah'dorei.
The Haven
You likely guessed it by now. People do not want us. Powerful slaying machines without much remorse. Separated and oppressed, we shall fall.
But not all hope is lost. Your sister is out here, striking deals and foes alike, seeking but our peaces of mind, and a liberated lifestyle, in bodies ten times worthier than the prettiest Sin'dorei. The Ruler of the Talah'dorei, but a far cry of a mistress. She guides us towards bliss, as ten thousands enemies cry in agony. She works for our survival...and more...
The Haven. It is widely discussed in Sin'dorei sessions. To some, an island, to others a walled-off estate. In either case, a paradise for us death elves. A place run by people like me, you, Her...a kingdom, for us Death-wielding Blood Elves to rest and prosper.
But what would be a Haven without a population?
The Haven needs You. Seek the Ruler out, and a whole new path will open to you. You have become a Talah'dorei, and a whole new path opens to you.
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Goals of the Haven
You might be wondering. How can a new path open up. We have the answer.
Our goals is to secure a piece of land and consider it ours. This would be our Haven - a city from the cares of the world. But our purposes go much beyond this.
You might wonder about your cravings. We could suppress them. Together, through rituals, meditation, and anything you might find of use to yourself, we could support each other, and free ourselves off the only bond that links us to those Sin'dorei. Of course, death knights of other races would be allowed and freed, too - but they would stay, eventually, lower class citizens.
For our next project is much harder. With the help of each of you, however, we might resolve the problem. We do not have dead, decaying bodies. We could potentially give birth, and reproduce.
If the Haven is completed - imagine all the possibilities that would offer our city - dreams of power - of wealth - or of an endless new race with fruitful offsprings...