User:Remedil/Remtorân the Protector

Early history
In the early age of the Black Dragonflight, Neltharion led the flight with a single purpose only, a selfless purpose and duty given by the Titan Khaz'goroth to protect the land and earth of Azeroth from being invaded or destroyed. The earth and mountains was their domain, for many thousand years the Dragonflight were strong and united. Remtorân was the son of Neltharion, given the duty at adulthood to survey the rising civilizations across Azeroth and ensure that balance between them were equal. Remtorân, with his high intelligence and charisma, were truly one fitting for the job to infiltrate any kind of environment, gaining the trust of any humanoid race. One of his greatest tasks was to keep an eye on the High elves and Night elves group known as the Highborne, doubts of the current leadership of Queen Azshara had been noticed by the majority of the Dragon Aspect, the theft of an item held by the Dragon Aspects led them to the Highborne and therefore needed confirmation on the truth of that matter. Remtorân did indeed find the horrifying truth, Queen Azshara had for long been conversing with a mighty being only known as Sargeras. It was not until Queen Azshara and her Counselor Xavius used the stolen item to opened a portal to bring Sargeras forth, that the truth of the matter was revealed. Bringing in his horde of demons, Sargeras had begun the war only later known as the War of the Ancients.

Remtorân was brought into solitude then, for the war raged across the world like a demonic storm, full of malice and evil. He blamed himself for his lack in power to stop this event from happening, feeling as if he had just doomed Azeroth in his own cautiousness in proceeding with what his duty expected from him. He sat for many years atop a great mountain, looking down at the land in burning flames. It was not until he was called directly by Neltharion that he made his way back to the ancient home of the Black Dragonflight. He found out that Neltharion did not blame him for what had happened but instead insisted that it was the Kaldorei that had brought misfortune to Azeroth themselves, this brought back the flaming spirit within Remtorân and he soon set out again to aid the Kaldorei in their struggle against the burning legion.

Many millennia had passed since the beginning of the War of the Ancients, and everyone felt that it would take longer still before this conflict was ended, in victory or defeat. But something was different with this day in particular, Neltharion had become more and more seclusive to his secret experiment with his goblinoid servants for the last decade and more, and Remtorân had heard him talking to himself during the short visits he made to his home. He had been called back suddenly that day and a reason was never given to him, he thought nothing of it at that time but deep in his mind, doubt in this new turn of event was growing. Neltharion was standing in the throne room, holding something in his hand. A flash of light suddenly struck into Remtorân, the feeling of being drained shortly came after. He fell to the floor and could not draw breath as the streaming light continued to drain what felt like his very essence. Painful minutes passed before the draining stopped, Remtorân lay on the floor not being able to stand, just reaching forward toward his own father which now stood over him, his cruel smirk and mocking eyes in a face of pure wickedness. Neltharion had revealed his true nature, corruption and decay in his very aura. Darkness overtook Remtorân as he fell into unconsciousness.

Imprisonment and Escape
Around the time he woke up, Neltharion had already taken the item to Zin-Azshari and was creating a massacre of both demons and elves alike. His betrayal had been revealed for all to see, Neltharion's chest had cracked open and his body transformed to a demonic shape very much unlike the angelic shape he used to have. He had destroyed the blue dragonflight almost entirely and now held the other aspects in an iron grip, using the item he and the aspects had created so long ago. But all of this was oblivious to Remtorân, as he now was held imprisoned in absolute darkness, deep within the halls of Neltharion’s lair. He felt like he had been crushed between two mountains and the strength in his body was pretty much non-existent. The floor was dusty with ash and he recognized the smell from outside as the smell of magma and molten stone. He attempted to remove his magic guise but noticed that it was impossible, something was pulled over his head and his wrists had what felt like iron bracers around them. A laughter suddenly came from somewhere in the room, a sinister laughter. The laughter turned into silence, then a voice, it was the voice of a man Remtorân knew well, the voice of his younger brother Nefarian. Nefarian sounded much different and his mocking words made Remtorân understand that even his younger brother was in on all of this. Nefarian spoke for many minutes about the arrogant goals of the new dragonflight, how much power they now would wield, and then left with an ecoing laughter, just like he had entered.

Remtorân lay on the floor for a long time, thinking about how to escape or at least attempt to, when yet another voice came to him, this one far more benevolent. It was the voice of Garshilan, a red dragon that had been Remtorân’s trusted friend for a long, long time. Garshilan had made his way into the complex of the Black Dragonflight’s home on the orders of his queen, Alexstrasza. He melted the large door with his flames before taking Remtorân out of the dark halls, away from the lair heading north. They made their way up on top of a high mountain where Garshilan had told Remtorân of what had occurred at Zin-Azshari. They made their way further north from the lair and hid themselves in a complex maze of caves, making their way to Zin-Azshari and watching the current situation with great frustration. This was a day to remember, a day that many dragons would remember as a time of pure dread for Azeroth and the draconic world.

Names and titles

 * Remtorân - His real name given to him by Neltharion, it is now a name forgotten in history.


 * Remedil Isladuil - By both the High elves and the Night elves when he acted as one of thier own to survey the stability of power and leadership.


 * Remilion Drake - The name he used among the humans when the first war between human and orcs were fought. Still uses this name when in human form to keep himself from being attacked by the common folk of Azeroth.


 * Remgast Pendragon His name when he seeks new allies and friends throughout the world. A very friendly personality.


 * The Protector - Title given by Alexstrasza the Life-Binder when he gathered the few remnants of his kin after Neltharions corruption and later betrayal, holding the spirit of protecting Azeroth even when the majority of the Black Dragonflight began to follow Neltharion in his chaotic madness.


 * Renegade - What his own kin now calls him, believing him to have betrayed the Flight and therefore deserve the title of an outcast.