Sunfire Tears: The Blood Children

[ThePharaoh]

Spoiler:

This story will probably be very graphic, violent and vulgar. If you do not like these things or are sensitive to them don't read this.

The sun forced amber beams of light between the wooden planks of a shack. Particles of dust only revealed in the condensed rays of light reaching out to the shadows of the gloomy area. A female human tended to an elf in the only bed in the cabin. She wrenched a towel as water trickled from the cloth into the pail below, she folded it and placed it on the elf's forehead. He furrowed his brow slightly to the touch and groaned subtly as she pulled the linen blanket up to his neck.

The elf had been infected with the plague that ravaged Booty Bay months prior, he attacked his sister, her fiance and her student amongst many others before being subdued. He escaped and made it to the jungle slaughtering travelers and merchants in an animalistic blood lust of primal fury. After many victims a passing elf, put the warlock down leaving him to die in the rain, or to be a meal for the beasts of Stranglethorn Vale. Fortunately for the elf he was found by a lonely widow; Beatrice Forrester.

The elf slowly opened his eyes, fel green light came flooding from his sockets. His pupils of concentrated green light slid to her, sitting beside the bed in a chair. He said nothing, and looked back to the ceiling. She knew he was coherent, and found his lack of communication or gratitude chilling. His breathing was shallow and he remained still. "Are you alright? I saw you in the road. My brother helped me bring you here." She began, "I...I don't know what came over me...You just look like my late husband. My brother thinks so too."

Sanguis had been flooded with images and dreams, where they memories? He furrowed his brow as he closed his eye lids tighter, Had I fought her? Where is she? Is she okay? His sister was the only one he had left, and they had only just met recently. He found out some unsettling things about her and he hadn't forgotten them. The amber light of the evening sun stretched across the room in odd streamers and ribbons, revealing dust and spider webs. "A-are you alri-" She repeated but was cut off. "Where are my things?" He asked, but commanded an answer. This startled Beatrice, "They are in the corner safe and untouched. I don't go through people's belongings so everything is there." She said while she removed the towel from his forehead placing it back in the water.

The elf pulled the blanket from his neck to his waist, he slowly sat up leaning his back against the wall. "So your husband, you mean he was a Quel'Dorei and died many years ago...Correct?" He asked, looking forward to the bookcase passed the foot of the bed. She looked up to him surprised to see him sitting, she placed the towel on the rim of the pail and sat up. "No...Well when we met yes, his eyes were blue but after the war...After the massacre he became addicted to fel, his eyes were as yours are now. He died only months ago." She said observing the elf, his red hair fanned out behind him, like the exit wound of an arrow. Sanguis' eyes finally turned to look at her, the human was flustered but disturbed as his hair bled down the wall and his face. She shook her head to dismiss the image.

Beatrice took the pail, and stood up with it the water slushing slowly within the tin. She walked across the room, severing the light sending a flickering shadow to the wall. She was beginning to feel nervous, he did look like her husband but he was nothing like him. He was -much- colder. She was so lost in her own thought she forgot she was having an audible conversation, she set the pail down and almost jumped when she heard his voice. "Tsk, tsk tsk.....I'm sorry to hear that." She was confused, as he didn't seem sorry about her husbands death. She knelt down to put the pail away in a cubbard, when she heard footsteps.

She stood up as an amber beam of light split her face down the middle, one half shaded the other glowing brightly. It was then she felt a hand over her forehead, and something pierce the back of her neck and exit out her throat. She tried to scream but couldn't gurgle over the sound of crickets chirping around the house. He stopped supporting her and her weight fell to the ground hard. She saw as blood leaked from her throat she could barely breathe. Her body was low to the ground, out of reach of the sun's streamers. She saw the heel's of the elf walk over to the bag of his belongings she cried and pleaded for her life but still couldn't drown out the crickets. He began rummaging through the bag as the pool of warm blood surrounded her cheek on the wood floor.

He pulled out a cloak, and wrapped it around his bandaged body. "Still alive? Well I do feel I owe you my gratitude for saving my life." He said genuinely. "However, usually if I came across a human such as yourself, I would resuscitate them just to bring them to this point again, slower." He puts his gloves on. "Possibly operate, but I'm not going to do that to you.....Debt repaid." Beatrice watched in horror as she held onto life hoping he would leave her. She would rather close her eyes and die alone than be violated by one who looks like her husband. Sanguis turned around slowly, the dimming light stretching all around him, he stood as a man of shadow with two sinister glowing green eyes that glared down to her. "I also despise your kind interacting with our own, I also despise when our people become to fond of their pets...But I won't hold that against you today. I need to find my sister, and I am going to need your soul."

She looked to him horrified, as he extended his palm to her. He began speaking in a language she couldn't understand, his green eyes burned furiously as she felt her life force being forcefully pulled from her body. The energy collected into his palm in a solidified gem, he as he watched a wailing soul spin in torment under the surface. He lifted his hood up and began speaking the demonic language. Burning with fel energies he broke the soul shard and brought forth a Fel Hunter. The creature was ferocious, and it's tendrils were adamantly surveying the area. Sanguis put up a cloth and an enchanted necklace to the beast's tendrils. "This is her essence and her magical presence. Find her." The demon remained still for some time before running out the doorway.

Sanguis surveyed the area one last time, before finding an old guitar. He walked over to it picking it up, having played a similar instrument in Silvermoon. He aimed two fingers at the corpse, he ignited the body and the wood around it with fel fire. He smirked strumming the guitar, he walked out following the Fel-hunter.

[ThePharaoh]

The cloaked elf, trotted down the path illuminating it with the flaming hooves of his fel steed. Ahead of him was the Fel hunter, tracking the significant trail of his younger sister. They had never met until months ago, and even though she was only his half sister their similarities were interesting to him. It was as if he had known her for much longer, he was proud to call her family. His late mother would've loved her, maybe even more when she found out that she killed their father. Sanguis was torn about that, he wished his father was alive so he could speak with him, then kill him himself if he proved to be what his mother said he was.

The wolves called out between the trees, the sun had long since disappeared from the cloudless sky, stars glitter the endless darkness above. His body still ached from the disease he contracted, or at least from the strain it constantly put in his body. As he rode he tried to process the random memories he had of killing those people, he wondered if his sister contracted the disease after he did...He hoped he'd find her alive. He thought about the human who saved his life, it was another blemish on his life, one of pride and failures. He had to get some supplies so he returned to Silvermoon briefly and discreetly. It was better in some situations for his enemies and allies to think he was dead or incarcerated.

He had a plan that was set in motion before his disappearance one he didn't tell his sister, he also felt he should check up on it. He strolled through the streets of Silvermoon, wearing a hooded mage's cloak. He walked into a bookstore using a cane to support his tired muscles. He waited until no one but the clerk was in the store and gave him a signal to let him know he knew about the hidden door behind one of the bookshelves. With a slight nod the clerk waved his arm moving the bookcase with arcane force. Sanguis nodded and walked through the revealed opening and down the stairs. He held out a fel flame in his hand to illuminate the path as the door closed behind him covering him in darkness.

He could hear the settling of the sifting gravel that fell as the shelf slid back into place. The glow of the fel fire wavered the boundaries of shadow and pure darkness, with the hollow steps of the elf's footfalls echoing between the walls. He descended further into the darkness, before the narrow walkway opened up into a room. Two candles burned on either side of a large desk in the middle of the room. Sanguis walked to it, to an elven figure sat at the desk. "I see you have returned. While you were..." The figure cleared his throat before he continued. "...away. Your boys however, started with our plan."

"...Killing the suspicious noble families.." He said stunned to himself. "Right! They have already taken the heads of seven families! Seven!" the figure chuckles. "Can you believe it!?" the flames on the candle seem to grow, exposing the cheek bones of the figure under the green glowing eyes. Sanguis saw a monster, the elf's true form. He knew demons well, and this elf was no different in his lust for killing. Before he had been infected, he was blinded by this elf's actions and didn't notice his true purpose. Now it was obvious. He had no purpose, no passion for his people. The plan was to remove those who were too lenient on our enemies of the alliance. To make a statement they planed to use noble families. Even he was surprised they already taken the heads of seven nobles. Sanguis wondered if this elf was killing these families to maintain purity or just because...His unrest bothered him.

Sanguis shook his head slowly. "No.." He said stunned. "All...is going according to plan." The red haired elf stared at the figure for a moment before continuing. "I need supplies to go look for my sister." The candles seemed to dim, the orange flickering glow slowly being overtaken by shadow. "Take whatever you want. But don't you have what you need at your own place?" The figure asked suspiciously. "I do...But I don't want my enemies to know I'm back just yet. I won't be long." Sanguis said confidently, but was already fatigued and sweating. He felt as if his muscles were ripped, probably from being pushed passed his limit. "Makes sense. Tread carefully and remember the plan."

Sanguis nodded and turned as sweat rolled down his face. "Thank you." He added before he went back up the stairs. He now had all he needed at his disposal including food and a place to rest. After a rest he was going to find his sister, for some reason he hoped she was okay.

[Reigen]

Warning: This post is grim. It is dark and it has gore and torture. I put it in a spoiler for these reasons. If you do not like this stuff, do -not- read. Reigen's journal focuses on the present, while this will focus more on the past.

Spoiler:

The sound of screaming broke the silence of the otherwise peaceful forest.


A Quel’dorei in tattered robes ran as swiftly as he could. His natural elven grace was the only thing keeping him from tripping upon a stray tree root. He would shove off a tree every now and then, trying to throw off whatever it was he ran from. Cuts ran from where sticks had cut into his flesh as he ran. The hem of his robes was torn and stained from dirt, mud and grass. Even with his apparent exhaustion, he ran as fast as he could still.

You’ll never be strong enough.

The males face was overcome with desperation and fear. Tears came from his eyes and ran across his dirty face. Every now and then another scream for help tears itself out of his dry lips. Every now and then his face would jerk back to peer behind himself, trying to make out anything from the shadows. Something did catch his eyes though, a village ahead! If only he could reach it before he was caught.

You’ll never be good enough.

Sadly for this Quel’dorei, fate was not smiling upon him. Two massive jaws jumped out at him, grabbing his legs and knocking him down. He screamed louder and louder, hoping the sleeping village would hear his pleas. His nails dug into the dirt as he was pulled back into the darkness. Blood would smear upon the ground as the elf was dragged back, fresh from the wounds in his legs. Another scream, but no answer. At last the darkness devoured them both.

You were never conceived in love.

Later on, the elf was pulled before another. This female was a sickly looking thing, her skin pale and her eyes haunted. Her clothing was torn and she might as well not been wearing anything. Her thin hands reach out to stoke the Fel-hunter on the head. A raspy voice coos at the creature with praise. The other elf was quickly restrained down with rope. While he struggled, the efforts of this demonic creature and living-dead elf were too much. At last, she’d lean over and whisper to the male Quel’dorei, her own tainted-blue eyes rather excited.

“You will not rise above.”

The only thing that would be heard in that area were the screams of a male. Each scream was more agonized than the last as strips of flesh were removed from his body, only to be burnt closed to keep him alive. He would find the next morning that his fingers and toes were gone, burnt closed by the fel-fire. The male had preyed to the light that it was over, but they two only came back that night.

They'll never see.

Once more his flesh was removed from his body. Once more his screams of terror would fill the otherwise peaceful forest. As before, each wound would be burnt shut and the process would go until he at last passed out to the pain, embracing the darkness that followed. Yet again, the Quel’dorei would wake up. The only difference would be that he was missing both his feet and his hands, cut off at the wrists and ankles.

I'll never be.

The next few day...he rested. He laid there with no food while the demon and woman watched over him. Sometimes she would mutter, sometimes she would start beating him violently. The words she yelled were a mess of Thalassian and gibberish, as if she could no longer find the words for some things. Never would she allow him to pass out from these beatings. For three days this was the fate of the Quel’dorei.

I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger.

After his little rest, they moved. It seems that she did not wish to remin in a spot for more than a week. The male had begged and pleaded to remain behind. He said that he would die if she did so, though in reality he would simply crawl away. Sadly for him, the female wasn’t that stupid. Once more the torture went on and this time he woke up with the bottom half of his appendages missing, cut off at the knees and elbows. He feared what the next few days would bring.

Burning deep inside of me.

Hounds thundered though the bloody path weeks after. At first they had only saw blood and flesh. Next...their noses lead them to a package of fingers and toes. As the hunters went on, they only found worse things that may haunt them forever. Lower arms and legs floating in a pond, upper arms and legs nailed to trees. They knew they had to press on though...to find who did this or by the grace of the light; a living person missing parts.

This was not the case.

Stuck in a fallen log was a torso. It looked partly eaten with large chunks missing, seeming to have been torn off. The hunters knew what they would find next...but how would it be displayed? The answer would come that night when from the trees came a small form, the size of their hounds. It dropped something as the shot at it, said object rolled upon the gound to their feet. Upon picking it up, they discovered the head of the rotting flesh they had been following for days before. Carved upon the flesh of the head were a few, simply words.

“I will never forsake you.”

[ThePharaoh]

"...And that's my sister." The red haired elf, says sitting on the corpse of a mutilated tauren. The bull's carcass was impaled through the eye, an island in its own fluid. On top of the island sat Sanguis, wiping the blood off of his blade onto the neck of the bristled cadaver. He stands up tilting his head. The lilac sky, swirled in unrest as lightening ravaged throughout the clouds, the ground below purple as well tumbled slightly as the winds picked up.

Sanguis stood before six bounty hunters, the seventh was quickly killed once he insulted his sister. Beside Sanguis, stood a Jhuughun, a Felguard with a large Axe resting on his armored shoulder. Sanguis pulls out a bloodthistle cigarette and lights it with a fel flame hovering above his thumb. "Jhuughun" He said, inhaling red smoke into his lungs, the green eyes fluttered. The demon marched forward, as the other bounty hunters smirked amongst themselves. One Orc walked forward, scars over his bald head, one scar keeping his left eye permanently closed. He raced towards the Felgaurd swinging a large axe of his own, which the demon blocked. The two traded blows, the axe digging into the flesh of the orc, dripping red blood to the rocks below. The Felguard's armor dented, as bright demon blood seeped through the creases in the armor.

Sanguis had always been serious when it came to his studies, or protecting what he believed in, but around his sister he had no need for his guard or Ego. It comforted him. Although at first he was upset with her, always undermining him around everyone. He didn't wish to be another one of her lapdogs. He had aspirations of his own, but when he asked her about it a third time she responded simply. "That's what sister's are supposed to do." The words struck him harder than any blade. He knew she meant it, not out of spite but out of....compassion? She was still crazy and threatened to take his life multiple times...yet, "That's what sister's are supposed to do." He thought to himself.

Yet it was he who failed her, as his mind rambled he forgot to tell her about these bounty hunters he overheard in Area 52. They were hunting her. He was ashamed he forgot, but only remembered after the tower was attacked.

When Sanguis looked around, there was only three remaining bounty hunters. The red haired elf, was bleeding badly, barely standing. One bounty hunter was mashed to paste. His insides and flesh looking like hamburger meat, the creatures of the Netherstorm already began pulling at his entrails. Another's skull was still embedded in Jhuughun's axe, the spinal cord dangling like a wind chime. The last was gurgling in Sanguis' grip. The elf's hand was encased in fire, the flames eating away at the throat of the human. Sanguis' stared into the human's fading eyes, his face cold and splattered with blood. He tossed him aside.

Jhuughun advanced towards the remaining three, they backed up. One was a mage, and had been conjuring arcane for quite some time. She opened her arms farther and farther apart ripping a void in the air, creating a portal. The two jumped into the translucent window, the image was Thunderbluff. After they disappeared, the mage jumped in. She stared at Sanguis coldly and said "As the Matron, is the family." Sanguis blinked looking at her as the portal closed. He hobbled back to the tower, and asked one of the family to send him to Thunderbluff. He promised he would take care of this issue. But was unaware what he was getting into.

[ThePharaoh]

Alone in the forest of Terrokar, the light bleeds through the threaded leaves high above a small campsite. A dead elf in a pool of his own blood lays dismembered in the corner of a wooden hut. From outside, muffled screams are heard and rapid exhalations. A light rattle as wood shakes against wood. The smell of burning flesh dances on the wind, articulately letting it's fragrance be recognized only by those worthy enough to acknowledge its grace.

A pale elf stares at another elf, hog tied to a vertical wooden pole. The tied elf is gagged and bleeding, as he whimpers he shakes back and forth. The wooden pole loosely swiviling in the slot below him. A corpse sleeps behind the two elves in pieces, blood staining the wood. "Now... I'm going to ask you this one more time..." The blood red hair drips down his pale face. "Where is the Nova? Where are his allies?" Sanguis asks calmly as if the conversation was over tea. The elf looks to the corpse behind Sanguis, he closes his eyes trying to shake the idea from his head. "I- I can't! They'll kill me!"

Sanguis rolls his eyes, "No he won't. -I'll- kill you" He pulls out a blade and slides it into the stomach of the tied elf. His flesh gives no resistance as blood lines up against the hilt pressed into his stomach. Red beads drip from it and Sanguis' index knuckle. Sanguis looks to the ground, his ears twitch as he hears something. He pulls the knife from the elf's gut. The muffled screams drowned out by something faint. Foot falls? Sanguis glares. "You are -very- lucky." He says before disappearing into green flame. A pile of ash remaining where he stood.

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Sanguis had always been a nationalist, ever since he was younger. He hated the way some of his people had carried themselves, and 'reprimanded' them for their actions. He wasn't with out careful planning, he was an elf of science after all. One with a meticulous attention to detail. He had been running for a long time, before reuniting with his Half sister. He had warned her years ago, a family In Silvermoon was going around killing nobles. Taking their assets and devouring their legacy. The Blood Dynasty was a group of nationalists that he lead. Until he aligned with the House of Seregon. A choice he regretted since he saw another killed for failing a simple mission.

He had ran from this house, and thought he had eluded them. But the leash was tightened, the attack dog most obey. He was after someone he knew mildly. He didn't care either way, but he was the student of his Half-sister. He didn't want to anger her, but he couldn't anger the Seregon family either. If he explained himself, they would target his sister as well. He remained away from the shadows, not involving with his sister for quite a while. She would know the truth soon enough, but he wouldn't tell her. He'd keep the facade up a little longer...

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His hunt led him to Crystal song, he searched for miles observing the illuminating trees until he found two elves walking into the forest. He identified the Nova at once. The brisk wind reddened his ears and cheeks, as he glided down on the wyvern behind large rocks. It was there he followed them with an etheral eye of fel energy. It burned hauntingly, watching them. "My eye is on you, -Nova-" he says to himself. He sighs, shaking his head to the situation he got himself into. He would not fail the Seregon, and jeopardize his life. "I'm sorry.... Reigen."

[ThePharaoh]

-Three Weeks ago-

The elf paces back and forth in one of the elven ruins along the dead scar. The structure holding no resemblance to it's former glory, only reflecting the rotting plague strip running through the eternal autumn forest. The elf's hair tied back in a ponytail, a red silk vest over his dress shirt and scarlet tie. He ashes the cigar on another elf while passing him. The elf yelps, as his head, forearms and knees lay flat against the ground; his back arched. Sanguis exhales once more. "Now...-what- was your mission?" Sanguis asks the whimpering elf as he shakes on the ground, ash burning into his neck before fading.

"We are to sabotage the Nova's Banquet... But no one will get hurt! It's just a stunt." Sanguis stops, exhaling. "They say animals are most dangerous when their cornered." He turns around and kicks the elf in the face, blood as red as his hair flies out of the other elf's nose and mouth as he falls to his side. The drumming of the blood landing on the wood, "A stunt!? I don't have time for a fucking stunt!" he turns around angrily, glaring at the elf. He reaches over and grabs a brick, he tosses it in front of the elf. "Bite it." He glares. "W-what?" The elf asks terrified. The brick slamming right in front of his face. Sanguis stares to him. He walks over to the elf and crouches slowly beside him. His tone soft, eerily calm. "I just would like to make this clear. I hate killing our own. But it's survival, yes?" He smiles to the elf as he lays on the ground huffing roughly against the wood, eyes half lidded. He causes dust and droplets of blood to stir around his lips. "Fel, you'd kill me right now if you could. I can't say I'd blame you, we're all going to die someday. This was just your day." He nods reassuringly. "Mine will come and it will be most painful."

"Why are you doing this?" The elf says muffled as his face lays against the wood. Exhalations visible by the stirring soot by his lips, Sanguis exhales slowly. "I made mistakes, now I am paying for them. If I don't prove myself to either of these two, I will be killed." He says seriously. The other elf shakes his head. "Why don't you just kill them?" He asks gaining courage. Sanguis smiles gently then scoffs. "Why don't you just kill me?" He stands up, looming over the elf. "W-who are these people?" The elf asks on the ground, trying desperately to keep Sanguis in a conversation. "If I told, I would end up like you...And I can't have that." He shrugs, he raises his leg as if he is Captain Morgan, "Now bite the brick."

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After the Massacre in Sholazar the elf returned to Lord Elrohir Seregon's tower. He updated him on his progress. He previously made a few bargains with the House of Seregon centuries ago. A debt he had barely survived not repaying, since he had been on the run. They finally caught up with him and expected interest. He pleaded saying he would prove to be one of Seregon's most efficient agents if spared. Lord Elrohir decided to spare the elf, throwing him into the fray against the Novalights. A family he's met, through his half sister. He had no qualms with them before, now he had to kill them.

Elrohir was pleased Sanguis returned and even was surprised to hear about the Massacre. His own idea to please both parties who over saw his every movement. He wished to work for the Seregon until they trusted him enough to stop watching him. As for the other group his plans weren't so optimistic. Sanguis wished to remain anonymous from other members of the family, so he put one of his favorite pastimes to work. He constructed wood masks, with extravagant elven design with carving inspirations from Flames, The Phoenix, Demons and the abstract. Fine lines painted with bold colors contrasting with darker tones on either side made them quite interesting. Similar masks worn by those who attacked the Novalight Banquet in Sholazar.

Wearing one of these masks, with a cloak around him he bowed to the elven lord, among other members of the Seregon house. "You've done well.." The old elf says, while gazing into the green orb, fel energy visably condensing in the air around him. "...I see you were worth keeping alive. I have something for you to do..."

"Yes M'lord."

[ThePharaoh]

Sanguis paces back and forth, runes glowing on the ground. Zariel had left out days ago, he hadn't returned yet. He already killed two people, Sanguis was pleased. He had one of his targets bound by rope around his wrists and ankles writhing on the ground like larvae. He rolls back and forth smashing his cheek into the cold stone floor. Sanguis heads to a table he begins to survey sheets of parchment spread across its surface. It appeared to be blueprints, notes and equations on different sheets. His hands were spread out as he opened his eyes wide chuckling. After moments he stood blinking in bewilderment before speaking. "It's finally time to move forward. I- I've figured it out." He took a few steps back shaking his head, crimson tinted goggles over his face as he turned to the squirming human. He pats his robe down looking for something, he removes a hand rolled bloodthistle cigar and places it in his mouth. He lights it with a fel tear flame hovering above his finger.

The elf reclined in a chair, as his hair rolled down his shoulders. He slowly continued puffing as red smoke exited his mouth, and re-entered his nose. He chuckled, "I've figured it out." He said once more to himself, reclining lower as if melting down into the chair. "Figured what out you psycopath!" The human said grunting, rolling around he had been loosening his binds for sometime and was almost free. "The Link..." As Sanguis responded, "The link between the two experiments, I admired the most." He focused his fel green gaze only on the cigar as he spoke. The human stopped writhing back and forth but worked on his binds behind his back. He figured his best bet was to get the elf to talk, to stall time. "What experiments?" He called out over the room.

A frigid breeze from the air outside as a door was opened whisked passed them, as he spoke. "In the year twenty-two the Novalight House conducted an experiment to copy the abilities of their strongest allies. My half-sister. They erected an abomination to nature, yet an accurate recreation of my sister. Her abilities, voice and looks were identical to the original. Except she didn't have the memories, she was made to follow orders. It fell into the hands of the wrong people, and was erased." He finally sits up, "I've tried to recreate that, but my creations never reach that stage. It wasn't until a crash, a few months ago in Silverpine that I realized this was still a possibility. An unknown group created a what has been dubbed, Skin Thieves." Sanguis smiles ashing the cigar to his side, it flakes below. "Skin Thieves?" The human asks moving his wrists slowly behind his back while facing the elf.

"Yes, that's what the survivors called them. They slipped on a Zeppelin and caused it to crash, they kidnapped a select few of the survivors and placed them over runes and performed a ritual to create their doppelgangers. They had the memories of the original, and abilities. But the originals had to be kidnapped, and I am unsure if the copies could leave the radius of the ceremony. I'll combine both techniques." The elf spoke nonchalantly, not bragging just informing the human. He watched his rotating shoulders half lidded as he continued. "Why?" The human asked. "For what purpose!?"

[ThePharaoh]

"I never met my father....It seems to be the cycle. My father never met his....My mother told me bits and pieces. It...it was sad because she loved him, loved him so much. And to him she was just...." The young elf shakes his head, releasing crimson locks down his back. "I never minded not knowing him...If he didn't respect my mother he could've died in the Dead Scar for all I cared. Or so I thought."

Life works in funny ways, it exposes you to things you couldn't see before. It reveals that no matter how much you seek after the truth, it will never truly be all in one spectrum, it shows that reality will always extend outside your periphial vision. A sad fact often learned too late, or never at all. One soul born of a legacy he was unaware of, harboring so much of what he came from, so much of who he was he was ignorant to. One who finally had so much sorrow held within, so much resentment was finally freed as these emotions rushed from him. He finally wept.

Sunfire Tears: The Blood Children

"I found a book he was writing at the time of his death, it was unfinished. My mother told me that he was a tad smarter than he usually led on. It was what she loved about him, not his rude bravado, but the deep intellect that resided inside him. I didn't want to read the book at first. I cared to know nothing of him...It appeared life had another plan. While studying my own path a book from his shelf fell from the floor..."

A rogue breeze flowed into the room, antagonizing pages causing the weight to shift. A tome fell from the shelf onto the ground, dispersing small plumes of dust rippling away as it landed on the ground. It caught the attention of the elf at the desk, sun-fire hair rolling down his back. He turned around startled at the noise, looking around for an intruder. This wasn't his home, but it was the first place in his journey. His mother's sister never cared for his father because of the way he treated his mother. Often times she rediculed him, telling her nephew her father was a womanizer, a fel-addict and a cheat. A killer and a violent elf, one who deserved a cruel death. He laid down with her sister, for another notch on his belt and went off to satisfy his own lust.

These conversations from his beloved aunt, burrowed into his brain tainting his perception of the elf he truly knew nothing about. Days after he casually recited these feelings his aunt had been telling him for years, his mother promptly walked up to him and slapped him, "Don't you -ever- talk about your father like that again. You hear me?" He held his cheek, reddended with her hand print stunned that she would defend him.

"My sister is in love with him, it clouds her rational thought....He was a brutish elf...Nothing more."

"But Mother ...After what he did to you? How he abandoned us, forgot about us? How could you care for him, defend him? He's nothing but a brut-"

He was slapped once more, harder, he looked at her bewildered until he saw the liquid lining forming under her glowing eyes. "...Have you ever met your father?" She asked, The young elf shook his head. "Well then how -dare- you judge a person you do not know?" She handed him a folded parchment with the location of his father's place of residence. She advised him to seek it out and try to find out who he was for himself. It was there he saw the book that fell to the floor. Entitled...

My Struggle

"So I picked it up, and opened it. The first page had two dedications to it. My mother's name was one of them, which I was surprised to find out. The other was Reigen Dawnsend...probably another woman he had children with. It was then I began my search to find out about my father."

[Reigen]

“Just…go there and never get in contact with me again, Jidaeo.”

The small elf stared with all the hatred she could muster at the elf known as Jidaeo Novalight. Already guilt was eating at her for what she had just done; how she had just tricked her own brother into meeting up with her in confidence. How she was once again causing the death of the only living sibling she had left. And for what? To save the son of this noble before her?

What was done was done; Thalion didn’t deserve the fate that may have taken his life if she had not acted.

“You know that’s not true, you’ll b-“

“Never contact me again.”

She left, glancing back only once before she would be out of their sight.

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“I…I’ll spare you the details…but…”

The mask was presented to her with no other words. Reigen took the mask from Thalion, her expression becoming unreadable as she traced the detail of the wooden mask over. All the bumps from when it protected him, the markings from it’s making. It was almost surreal to her knowing that he really was dead and his killer stood before her.

“I…I’m in your debt. I…”

“No. You’re not.”

“But you sa-“

“Thank you for bringing me this.”

The full conversation was nothing but a blur to the elf past that. More words were had, concerned voices were attempting to sooth her, to see what was wrong but the small elf would have none of that.

She sat afar from the party for the rest of the night, the celebration being for the Love Exchange. No words left her lips for hours as she simply observed the details of the mask, almost memorizing the thing before a sigh would pass her lips. Her voice rose, raspy from the abuse her body had taken over the years.

“Anar'alah…Anar'alah belore…Sin’dorei.”

The words she knew well, having seem then in Krilari’s tome often enough. There was no carry to her tone, nor did she voice the lyrics loud enough to really be heard. Before she could reach the end of the song, her words choked up. She pushed on as much as she could until the last of the words managed to flow though her lips. Then, and only then would she hug the mask close to her chest, anguished cries now taking place of the song.

“I’m s-sorry. P-please…please don’t hate me brother. Please be h-happy with father.”

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The mask now hung above a fireplace in Hearthglen, watching the activity of those inside the home. Dust never managed to settle upon it due to a thin arcane barrier that rested over it and protected it. The flames bounced off of it in such a way to cast it in a depressing light most of the time.

The small women, now with her hair a light blonde, approached the mask when the male left the house.

“It doesn’t feel right, Sanguis, that I have caused such pain in my own family yet I am the one who still walks the earth. You trusted me like you would trust family. I may as well have been the one to stab the dagger into your head.”

The mask was unresponsive, though the women could feel it’s judging eyes piercing down to her. A hand reached up, almost as if to rest upon the cheek but was soon with withdraw away from the temptation.

“You deserved it. Light knows you deserved it for the horrible things you’ve done…but am I any less of a monster than you are for what I’ve done? It’s not fair that only one of us died. I’m out of it all now though, Sanguis. I finally split away from the Novalights.”

The silence was of no comfort to her.

“I loved you, brother. You never heard me say it, but I did. You were my brother, how could I not? I can only hope that you are at peace now, that you have finally met our father. I hope you do not hate me, but I understand if you do. You felt betrayed, didn’t you? I wish I could make it up to you.”

Reigen would back away from the item on the wall. The fire flared up a bit, her tear-stained face highlighted in the otherwise dark room. Her expression was filled with nothing but guilt and self-contempt. Eventually she would turn away at the start of a choked voice and hurry out of the home in order to distract herself from the guilt the mask brought to her.

“I’ll apologize ever day…I promise…and I won’t break it this time.”

[ThePharaoh]

Young Nezivari Sunfire returned to the abandoned house of his father, the calls of Dragonhawks mixing with the rustling of the amber leaves in the light breeze. He had a lot of reading and writing he wanted to do. He was going to stay here a little longer than he planned, as he became more curious about his father. He had just returned home from Hearthglen, he met his Aunt and Uncle. Reigen Dawnsend, and Krilari Dawnsend. To him it seemed like they agreed with his mother's sister. that his father was an indecent person, even a traitor. He still felt there was more to the story, Reigen told him he could write her a letter if he wanted to. This was added to his agenda, after reading a bit of His father's book and writing in his Own journal.



I thought about our people for quite some time, and it seemed as if we were chosen for great destiny and great tribulation. We've persevered through so much as a race and still we face more hatred, hypocracy and bigotry than ever. Our Kaldorei progenitors, or inferiors hate us for their mistakes. We've obviously learned where they couldn't control rational usage of the arcane. There will always be those that go overboard like our wretched brethren. May the Sun shine on those darkened souls. The humans, most of which have been instructed by our people, hate us, hunt us and kill us. Defending their own treachery and lies. How fickle was our union if after hundreds of years, they turn so quickly, with hatred so vile? It is because they live too short of lives, our deeds leave their memories because their deceased parents take them with them. We even had our largest loss, a majority of our people died, because of the human prince coerced by power that changed this world forever. But the Kaldorei still side with this poisonous race. Even the addiction we all now suffer, who has faced trials like us? Is it the reason we are so proud? They won't understand our pride, it is why they insult us, yet request for our knowledge. But even our own people are lost in some ways, our aristocrats killing each other, and our own. They only wish to further themselves but not all of us. We need to come together my brothers, my sisters. Like the Phoenix we will rise from our ashes anew and set the sky ablaze. Death to all who oppose us.

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4.9.29

Just made it to father's place. It clearly hasn't been used in some time, stumbled across a book he was writing. It was unfinished. There were two people who it was dedicated to, my mother and a Reigen Dawnsend. Probably another woman he has a child with, so here's to having another sibling. I hope something good about my father actually shows up. Actually it really doesn't matter, even if I find out he's a fucking N'aaru it still makes him a piece of shit for leaving my mother. I'm sure he'll be a piece of shit. He has excellent Bloodthistle.


4.29.29

I met my Aunt and Uncle the other day, I just got back from Hearthglen where they live. Turns out Reigen Dawnsend was his half sister not another elf he boinked. Bummer about no siblings but the way Aunt Reigen spoke about him, it seemed as if there still is a possibility. Uncle Krilari seemed really cool, but kind of uptight. Not sure if he didn't believe me, or really didn't like my Father but I don't think he wanted me there. I bet he's tough. Aunt Reigen seemed a little nicer, I don't think she expected me to exist, I'm surprised she knew about Father's death though she also said his mask was delivered to her. Maybe she knew how he died, and could've been closer to her than my other aunt. Perhaps she knows why he was a piece of shit. I think I'm going to write her a letter, I want to meet them, but I don't know if they want to waste time with a poor relative like me. I forgot to mention Uncle Krilari is actually one of the Commanders of the Argent Crusade...So they're probably loaded. My father's clothes don't fit me too well and I really don't have enough coin for anything new.
Father's book is...interesting. I hate to say that he makes some decent points, I could see someone agreeing with the piece of shit.

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Dear Aunt Reigen,

I'm sorry for dropping by so unannounced. It was rude and I hope you don't feel offended by it. I just don't know much about my father, besides what my Mother's sister tells me and it isn't anything too positive. I will be honest, I was content with this description and you and Uncle Krilari even seemed to well agree to an extent, or at least back up the information. I only began searching because my mother...Speaks about him being a good person with such conviction, I am unsure where she gets this from. Hopefully you could help me out if its not a problem. I figure letters would be already because...I don't really have that much coin to travel back and forth from Silvermoon to Hearthglen. I'm really sorry if its an inconvenience. I really hope to hear from you, please.

Nezivari Sunfire

[Reigen]

My dearest Nephew,

No need to apologize, I understand you wanting answers and there's no reason to ever be sorry for a curious mind! You're much like your father in that regard. Luck has it that I'm shifting my main residence to Quel'danas due to the time shortening before the birth of my child. Being that I'm a mage, travel is relatively easy for me, so leave that to me for now. Do allow me to know if you need coin for the ferry to and from the island as I -love- to receive visitors. When the husband is off working and I'm not, I tend to get so bored and end up pestering the old fart down the road from me. He's loud and annoying, but has some nice tales to tell.

Your father did have a driving force to him, that much was obvious. If he has shifted his focus to something good he could have done amazing things for our people. He was, to an odd extent, loyal to his cause and perhaps this is what she saw in him if she shared his views. He was a man with a mission and damn anyone who stood in his way. If he wanted something done, it would end up getting done, even if the ways were less than law-friendly. As much as I can speak bad about Sanguis, I can clearly remember that he cared for those who were close to him even if they disagreed. Also keep in mind that the emotion of love can often cloud ones opinion about another, so her feelings for him may highlight any good she may have seen him do. Your best bet there would to be to sit down and speak with her, but if you do not wish to I will answer any questions to the best of my ability.

Perhaps we can meet up for lunch sometime, before my husband puts me on bed-rest for the next three months!

With love,

Arcanist Reigen Dawnsend.

[ThePharaoh]

Spoiler:

After the fall of the Cataclysm, Reigen Sunfire's ( previously referred to in the storyline as Dawnsend which has been retconned ) estate was damaged in the events. With her resources she rebuilt the estate reinforced to withstand future attacks. It was up until this point she took in a very special child, another of her late brother's children. This child, Amura was the seed of two criminals placed in a safe environment away from the strife of his parents lives. Amura Quai Ridaken Sunfire had tried to be the bridge between his two families. The Ridaken Clan, and the House of Sunfire. The two feuded over political reasons until it culminated into the deaths of many, including his mother. He remained with the clan to guide them straight forward before returning apologetically to his Aunt who had cared for him out of respect for her brother.

Many months later he was attacked. He barely made it out alive, due to his training with the late Krest Fairstar. He was taken to the estate once he was rescued from these cultists, the price of his life was one arm, and one eye.

Warm tears and sweat rolled from his face tapping on the ground below as he continued his triangulated push-ups. He thought over and over about his first meeting with Reigen, when they were alone at her estate. He promised after he finished this business with Krest's training and the Ridaken Clan, he would stay by her side, and protect her out of gratitude. He aspired to be a Blood Knight one of the best he could be, although with his wanderlust he felt reluctant to remain in the city. He remembered his aunt urging him to join the Argents like she had, and Sir Dawnsend. She showed him how the Forsaken continued to spread their plague, to thrive. He continued lifting himself up, then carefully lowering himself. His black hair coiling onto the ground below his chin. With one arm missing he could not wield a sword, and with one eye he couldn't see. He had just been approved for replacements.

He wanted revenge against those who had taken his arm, and his eye but he wondered if they could be beaten. They had killed his mentor, his friend and teacher Krest Fairstar. He wondered why they sought after his father. His mind was filled with unanswered questions and dreadful scenarios. He was just beginning to regain his will to stand up to them. To defend those he loved, not attack out of revenge. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the jungles of Feralas, and his arm paces away from him. All he could do was silently weep, masking tears with sweat.

Sunfire Tears: The Blood Children