01-12-2011, 09:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-23-2011, 09:45 PM by immortalmoon.)
It had always been there, in his mind, the seed, the idea. All it took was some nurturing, some motivation, to make it bloom, grow, spread, insidious, like a parasite, but beautiful all the same.
Events were proceeding. Things were coming into motion. A part of him was loathe to enter self-exile, to leave behind, forever, the only home he had ever known. But what of Elethanen? Knowing now that this fragment of his past still remained, that it had not yet been washed away by the tides of time, how could he face it as he was now?
He was a monster, he told himself. Nobody could love a monster.
So he would change, for the better. He would denounce his people, who had been walking down all the wrong paths, and journey into the wilderness. He would become an exile with no home, no land to call his own.
Wanderer.
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The following is a notice pinned up around Silvermoon:
"For a long time, I have called Quel'thalas my home. I am Thalassian by birth, and I will always consider Silvermoon the height - nay, the pinnacle - of beauty.
But, fellow Sin'dorei, I can remain amongst you no longer.
My doubts first began following the times after the loss of our beloved Sunwell. Choices were made. Paths were taken, when other options were available. I cannot turn a blind eye to what we are becoming, should we continue down this misbeggoten road.
Does it not strike you, the hypocrisy of what we're doing?
The Scourge is the greatest blight upon our lands. They took almost everything from us. Yes, we had the strength to recover, but would you really call this a true recovery? The Scourge are a product of the Burning Legion, for the most part. And yet, all of us were willing to turn to Fel Energies to sate our magical addictions. Fel, the energy of demons, the demons of the Burning Legion. You may consider it irony that we take the power of our enemies, but it is not. It is a mistake, without question. What are we truly doing to our bodies? Magic in itself corrupts, but Fel Magic is something much, much worse. The Felblood Elves are proof of this. They are monsters, without doubt.
And that leads me to the matter of Kael'thas, our misled Prince. Or, former Prince, rather. He was the one that supplied us with the ability to feed on demonic energies, as you are no doubt aware. Yet he betrayed us with his loyal Felblood Elves in tow. Yes, betrayed his own people, those who looked to him for salvation. He would have seen us completely obliterated. I am not ashamed to admit my hatred for this man. Do you not think, therefore, that fel magic was a poor substitute for the Sunwell? How can you trust the solution of a madman?
Yes, you may move on to claim our Sunwell has returned. But has this really changed anything? Look in the mirror. Look at your eyes. Many still choose to feed on demonic magic, despite the proof of what it does to a person, body and mind. You have the Sunwell to turn back to, yet you are unwilling? Do you not think this is the height of arrogance, of foolishness? Fel Magic and Light Magic - they do not go together, not in the one body, not at all.
I, for one, only turned to Fel magic to sate my thirst. I am not proud of this. What reason should I have to be proud of being brought so low? Now that the Sunwell has returned, I do not plan to continue feeding off of Fel magic. In time, such vile power will be rid from my body entirely. The Alliance and our former brethren, the Quel'dorei, will, no doubt, be unwilling to accept me back amongst their ranks. I will become the black sheep, unwanted by all. This does not bother me, however.
Even so, if you really cared for the glory of our people, you would be willing to be reunited with the Quel'dorei. Our numbers are few, and to refuse to breach the gap that has been formed between these two factions of the same race is not only incredibly unwise, but naive.
Reconciliation is necessary. I have travelled beyond Quel'thalas for quite some time - I know this to be true.
I do not wish to remain as I am. The Sin'dorei continue to disappoint me with every move, every decision. If there are any willing to see sense, then do as I do. It has been postulated by some that rejoining our former brethren is not impossible. I would hope to see the number of people wishing for this to increase.
When next you look into the mirror and see the crude green of your eyes, ask yourself whether it's worth it to continue acting as you are now.
My name is Aenarin Sunseer, formally a High Elf of Quel'thalas, then a Blood Elf, but now no longer. I will venture forth into the world until such a time as I am accepted back amongst you, should my beliefs prove to be true, my opinions correct. If that day should come...I will rejoin you gladly."
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NOTE:
Although I don't think this should need mentioning, I will do so anyway just to make sure.
This is not saying that Aenarin is going to be a High Elf, as that is forbidden, and I am aware of this. It is simply saying he no longer considers himself a Blood Elf, politically, and is going into self-exile.
That is all.
Events were proceeding. Things were coming into motion. A part of him was loathe to enter self-exile, to leave behind, forever, the only home he had ever known. But what of Elethanen? Knowing now that this fragment of his past still remained, that it had not yet been washed away by the tides of time, how could he face it as he was now?
He was a monster, he told himself. Nobody could love a monster.
So he would change, for the better. He would denounce his people, who had been walking down all the wrong paths, and journey into the wilderness. He would become an exile with no home, no land to call his own.
Wanderer.
- - - - -
The following is a notice pinned up around Silvermoon:
"For a long time, I have called Quel'thalas my home. I am Thalassian by birth, and I will always consider Silvermoon the height - nay, the pinnacle - of beauty.
But, fellow Sin'dorei, I can remain amongst you no longer.
My doubts first began following the times after the loss of our beloved Sunwell. Choices were made. Paths were taken, when other options were available. I cannot turn a blind eye to what we are becoming, should we continue down this misbeggoten road.
Does it not strike you, the hypocrisy of what we're doing?
The Scourge is the greatest blight upon our lands. They took almost everything from us. Yes, we had the strength to recover, but would you really call this a true recovery? The Scourge are a product of the Burning Legion, for the most part. And yet, all of us were willing to turn to Fel Energies to sate our magical addictions. Fel, the energy of demons, the demons of the Burning Legion. You may consider it irony that we take the power of our enemies, but it is not. It is a mistake, without question. What are we truly doing to our bodies? Magic in itself corrupts, but Fel Magic is something much, much worse. The Felblood Elves are proof of this. They are monsters, without doubt.
And that leads me to the matter of Kael'thas, our misled Prince. Or, former Prince, rather. He was the one that supplied us with the ability to feed on demonic energies, as you are no doubt aware. Yet he betrayed us with his loyal Felblood Elves in tow. Yes, betrayed his own people, those who looked to him for salvation. He would have seen us completely obliterated. I am not ashamed to admit my hatred for this man. Do you not think, therefore, that fel magic was a poor substitute for the Sunwell? How can you trust the solution of a madman?
Yes, you may move on to claim our Sunwell has returned. But has this really changed anything? Look in the mirror. Look at your eyes. Many still choose to feed on demonic magic, despite the proof of what it does to a person, body and mind. You have the Sunwell to turn back to, yet you are unwilling? Do you not think this is the height of arrogance, of foolishness? Fel Magic and Light Magic - they do not go together, not in the one body, not at all.
I, for one, only turned to Fel magic to sate my thirst. I am not proud of this. What reason should I have to be proud of being brought so low? Now that the Sunwell has returned, I do not plan to continue feeding off of Fel magic. In time, such vile power will be rid from my body entirely. The Alliance and our former brethren, the Quel'dorei, will, no doubt, be unwilling to accept me back amongst their ranks. I will become the black sheep, unwanted by all. This does not bother me, however.
Even so, if you really cared for the glory of our people, you would be willing to be reunited with the Quel'dorei. Our numbers are few, and to refuse to breach the gap that has been formed between these two factions of the same race is not only incredibly unwise, but naive.
Reconciliation is necessary. I have travelled beyond Quel'thalas for quite some time - I know this to be true.
I do not wish to remain as I am. The Sin'dorei continue to disappoint me with every move, every decision. If there are any willing to see sense, then do as I do. It has been postulated by some that rejoining our former brethren is not impossible. I would hope to see the number of people wishing for this to increase.
When next you look into the mirror and see the crude green of your eyes, ask yourself whether it's worth it to continue acting as you are now.
My name is Aenarin Sunseer, formally a High Elf of Quel'thalas, then a Blood Elf, but now no longer. I will venture forth into the world until such a time as I am accepted back amongst you, should my beliefs prove to be true, my opinions correct. If that day should come...I will rejoin you gladly."
- - - - -
NOTE:
Although I don't think this should need mentioning, I will do so anyway just to make sure.
This is not saying that Aenarin is going to be a High Elf, as that is forbidden, and I am aware of this. It is simply saying he no longer considers himself a Blood Elf, politically, and is going into self-exile.
That is all.
"You have not heard a thing I have taught, and for all I have said, you have never learned...to listen."
"It is all that is left unsaid, upon which tragedies are built."
"It is all that is left unsaid, upon which tragedies are built."