User:Naksa/Maghia

“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder… and all eyes are directed on me” Such can describe a young, brash Mage in her youth. Words of which were spoken by the lips of one known well by the world as Maghia. Maghia, the Blood Elf Mage, name known throughout the world, other praised, on rare occasions spat upon, but alas, the name itself is known which goes above what most can say. But the story is not about the hearsay of the world’s lowly populace, but rather upon the legend as a whole. Maghia was born years ago, to which most describe as the highlight of Silvermoon’s Age. Born to mother, Grand Astermancer Caperian, to whom served among the High Council of the Prince, Kael’thas, and father, Seraphiams, Former Reagent Champion of the Elves. Born into absolute luxury and leisure, Maghia spent many a month’s gazing upon the beautiful mountains to which composed the luxurious Eversong Woods. When this grew tiresome, she often would choose to instead watch as the commonwealth lived their daily lives and basic duties to the Elven City. Maghia often would take pity upon them, regarding them as lowly, insufficient to grave in her city. Though she was very young, this attitude lasted for a long period of time, at least until she soon would be granted the first of several opportunities of a lifetime. As time began to pass, the young Mage would begin to show her subtle, yet present hints of a powerful taste in magic. These would become evident as the young Mage would begin to present herself before her friends of her esteemed parents. Among them was Grand Magistrate Lagrastric, High Teacher of the Kirin Tor and Ambassador to the High Elves on Behalf of the Kirin Tor, who immediately detected Maghia’s ability to comprehend her understandings of the Schools of Magic, primarily the School of Arcane. One night, during an exclusive gathering within the Royal Halls of the Elven Kingdom, Maghia was requested by the Magistrate to provide a very brief presentation of her ability. Her ability far surpassed the expectations of the High Teacher, who would later describe the experience as, “I will not lie, Caperian’s daughter showed a very slight hint of ability to distinguish the Arcane Energies. I suppose Caperian must have informed her daughter, as when I approached her, she illuminated the room with a huge sign of happiness. She then performed to me a very trivial task, a conjuration of a mere slice of bread… which she presented instead a grand cake!” With this, Maghia was presented with a luxurious gift, a full acceptance into the Kirin Tor’s prestigious School of the Arcane, with the Grand Magistrate’s personal blessing and seal of approval. As she left for the School, she turned to see her parents for the last time, which was regarded as a very touching and personal moment for the young Mage. As she entered the Grand School for the first time, Maghia was immediately introduced to her instructor, Arch-Mage Rhowan, one of the premier Mages of the Ages. Rhowan was well acquainted with the different variants of the Schools of Magic, and it was from him that Maghia would soon learn a great deal, much of which would only learn from that which an aged father would pass down to his kin. Within a few years of being in the School, Rhowan’s teaching had begun to play a large impact on Maghia as she begun to excel in her classes. Upon requests to conjure mere Mana-Bread, she would go beyond, conjuring Great Feasts. When requested to polymorph a target, her array would range from a gluttonous pig to a harmless rabbit. Maghia was quickly making a name for herself in the Schools, as well as her name began to come across to those at the Kirin Tor as well, as she would eventually be called upon to perform for them, a very prestigious and rare occasion. Soon after this, Rhowan would be relieved of his teachings to Maghia, and in place was instead Grand Magistrate Lagrastric. Within several months of her swapping of teachers, Maghia was declared a complete Magistrate of the Arcane Studies. She then proceeded to return home… “The Grand Heiress of the Elves has returned!” The cries that were heralded upon Maghia’s return to the city of Silvermoon. Maghia was brought forth before the ruling Head of Silvermoon, Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider, to whom personally requested the audience. In a historic moment of the Elven History, Maghia was presented with the Illustration of the Dragon Soul, a legendary trinket which had been passed down through the Sunstrider Lineage. The presentation of this trinket left the new Magistrate in complete awe, as a presentation such as this had never occurred but between the ruler and the next of kin. It did not take very long for Maghia to come to the realization of it all, Kael’thas had developed feelings for her during her leave. After time had passed and the two got to better know each other, a bit of attraction developed between the two of them. Kael’s influence proved to be beneficial to Maghia, as she would soon retake her place in the luxurious High Life to which she was so accustomed to. However though, as time went on, the peace and tranquility that had forever blessed the Elves began to wane… The Kingdom of Men had begun to die with the betrayal of the Undead Prince Arthas and his descent towards the sanctity of the Sunwell. As the Sunwell fell to the Scourge, Kael called for whatever available forces available to aid in the resistance, however though, this proved to be futile, as a majority of the forces that engaged the Scourge fell shortly thereafter. As these reports returned to Silvermoon, a disheartened Kael’thas decided to lead as many as possible on a grand pilgrimage to the Dark Portal, a journey which he said would save his people. In Prince Kael’s place, he bestowed all powers of the Ruler of Silvermoon to Maghia. Although having never served in any sort of office before, she did all that was possible of her ability to ensure the safety and happiness of the Kingdom of the Elves. However though, Maghia’s effort did not suffice, and as the Scourge continued to destroy the Sunwell, tensions and fury began to grow and the remaining Elves began to see their support in Maghia’s efforts fall to the last strings. In her last attempts to secure order and stability, Maghia began to panic- she would lose concentration on important matters, fail to maintain meetings, and slowly began to overall collapse under the weight of a failing city… “How could this happen to me!? I returned here to live a life of luxury, to enjoy the finer things of life and the fruits of my magic abilities… Never was I meant to rule a Kingdom! Never should I have been left this! Never should Kael have left me… I...I…I just can’t do this….” Maghia was not the only one to realize this… as now with everything in ruin; groups of furious Elves began to develop and sought to overthrow Maghia. One such group, the Blood Elves, a growing force in the Silvermoon Kingdom, both the underground world and up on the bustling streets, led by the former Commander of the Elven Armies, Lor’themar Theron. Within months, the Blood Elves would eventually put in motion a plan to see to the removal of Maghia, starting with the continued failure of the Sunwell’s last ditch defenses, and ultimately culminating in the exile of Maghia from the Kingdom of Silvermoon…. Exiled from Silvermoon, abandoned by Kael, Maghia had nowhere left to go it had seemed. She soon began to wander the seemingly endless Ghostlands, a blighted patch of ground which once was considered to be part of the beautiful city. As she soon passed by the Gates of the Arched Crescents, the borders of the Scourge-infested Plaguelands and the Kingdom of Silvermoon, Maghia had finally come to some sort of hospitality, in the form of Light Hope’s Chapel. The Chapel, which had served as outpost for the Argent Dawn and one of several base camps established to control the Scourge outbreaks of Stratholme and of the Ebon Hold, did not deny anyone who was against the Undead. As Maghia was granted permission to stay for a short duration, she and the Argent Crusaders shared tales between each other. As Maghia spoke of the tales of the glorious Kirin Tor Schools and of the beautiful halls of Silvermoon, but she also spoke of the horrid siege of the Sunwell, the departure of Kael, her attempt to rule and her eventual exile. The Crusaders also spoke of tales, tales of homes having fallen to the destruction to Arthas’s culling within Stratholme, of the Blighted Army’s charge through the Plaguelands, ravaging whatever was in their path, and of the tales of hope, that the Argent Dawn had saved hundreds, and rid the world of hundreds upon thousands of Scourge in their crusade. As they discussed these tales, a mysterious figure entered into the conversation: A cloaked figure, dressed in a very rare and expensive cloak, the minor details of tusks presenting themselves from the hood. As this figure listened intensely to the conversations and tales, he eventually presented himself… Naksa, the Exalted, Noble, Immortal, Hero of the Original Scarab War, One of the Original Four Troll High Hexlords, whichever title you gave him, the Troll was all the same. Naksa had been a long distinguished champion of many variants, as well as being one of the few High Powers to have heard the tales of Maghia’s accomplishments. Though Naksa could not impose the changing of a decision to exile within Silvermoon, he instead however was able to provide Maghia with a completely new home. Within a month of their first encounter in Light’s Hope Chapel, Maghia and Naksa were both standing before the Hall of Legends in Orgrimmar, the primary capital of the Horde. Naksa had granted Maghia an exclusive privilege, to serve as a Champion of the Horde, a title and responsibility given only out to those who exhibited extreme cases of heroism and service. As Champion, Maghia was again granted a right to be considered in the High Life, though this time, not as a party person, but rather as a hero. Maghia was even beginning to find happiness in her new home in the bustling city of Orgrimmar, and as she began to become more acquainted with the city and its people, there was someone else who attracted Maghia’s eye. Bizuri had long worked in Orgrimmar as a premier Inscriptionist and one of the top herb suppliers to the Alchemists of Orgrimmar and its residing provinces. He had been a graduate of the Sen’jin School of Shamanistic Natures and had moved into Orgrimmar several years prior after the Zalazane Uprising in Southern Durotar. Having established himself soon after arriving, Bizuri quickly began to make very good business, with customers ranging from anywhere to Peacebloom-addicted Orcs to even some Champions. With business booming, Bizuri immediately sought a home in the exclusive Valley of Honor, to where primarily the Champions were quartered. As time went on and Maghia became more of a common face in Orgrimmar, she then proceeded to get to know the successful Troll. It did not take long for the two of them to begin to find similarities between the two of them, and as time continued to progress, the former acquaintances ended up becoming much more. To this day, the two remain close, within the sanctuary of Orgrimmar, with now both of them under the safety of Naksa. As with Maghia, she remains a Champion, having been instrumental in the Shattered Sun Offensive, to which she was reunited with the Blood Elves who had once exiled her. Following the grueling campaign, Maghia was lifted of her exile and her and her consort, Bizuri were granted one last dedicated ceremony at Silvermoon. To commemorate the event, Lor’themar presented Maghia with one last offering before she departed back to Orgrimmar with Bizuri: The Illustration of the Dragon Soul. It was with this last trinket that Maghia departed back to her new home, to live a new life outside of that Elven High Society World she had been so long accustomed to, but rather to a life where she is truly cheered and praised for all that she had done… “They had asked me many a times, Why? Why had I brought her from a moment in exile and desperation to a position that the world would envy? Because who she is, because whether they see it or not, Maghia’s ability defied everything that the Kirin Tor expected. Because she managed to keep Silvermoon alive long enough for Theron to begin rebuilding. Azeroth is in a state of dismay: Arthas is leading a war upon us from the North, we look upon a second Scarab War, and tensions between the Horde and Alliance still remain high, much higher than we had hoped for… If people are to deny a potential hero like her for simple meaningless reasons, then how do we intend on surviving? This age requires heroes, like you, like me, like the Warchief, like her.” -Naksa (On a discussion regarding his decision to invite Maghia as a champion.)