User:Savaena

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=Guild Introduction Edit=

As the Night Elf people recover from the tragic events of the Shattering and are busy dealing with the recent incursion of the new Warchief, Garrosh and his horde into Ashenvale, the Windsong faction has been deployed to the forefront of the Sentinel Army. With the aid of powerful allies, the intrepid Windsong represent the Kaldorei in the struggle to assure the destruction of the Twilight Cult and the infamous Deathwing.

Having returned to Azeroth from their operations in Sylvanaar to watch over the surrounding territories of south-western Kalimdor, places such as Feralas, Silithus, Desolace, Stone Talon Mountains and reaches into the mid-lands of Ashenvale are now regularly patrolled and protected by Windsong scouts. Signs of Horde or Twilight Cultist activity are observed in stealth and dispatched quickly by Honor Guards, while Seekers measure out over the land in search of precious relics and scrolls that could prove calamitous if fallen into the wrong hands. Originally formed by a trio of friends from the Third War, the fellowship was gradually joined by other members of the Alliance. The Cenarion Circle and Sisters of Elune realized their success and began to support and guide its activities. Since that time, the Windsong have become officially sanctioned by the Sisterhood, undertaking increasingly dangerous quests near and far from the kaldorei homelands as a special faction within the Sentinel Army. In an oath of vengeance for the fallen of Auberdine and Rut'theran Village, the Windsong have vowed to wipe out Deathwing and any remnants of the Twilight Cult and provide refuge to those that request it. Now based within the fortified walls of Feathermoon Stronghold, with secondary accommodations in Stormwind by the generosity of King Varian Wrynn, their missions have expanded to encompass not only the will of the kaldorei nation, but at times the Alliance itself.



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Fears: becoming addicted to magic, losing herself to her own power. Of becoming a warlock or something evilly corrupted by the Nightmare. Death, especially of her children and mates. She is still haunted by the loss of her first two mates, one by corruption, the other by death at the battle of the Wrath Gate in Northrend.

Early life:

- Showed great potential as a mage, to the dismay of her parents - Began to learn of druidism at the age of seven, from her first teacher Eldamari Windrunner - Extremely close to her older brother Demael - Joined the Sentinels at 150 years old, she was restless and wanted adventure, wanted to see more of the world, was a Scout with fellow apprentice druid Renferal - War of the Shifting Sands - Third War

Savaena Windsong is one of the more unique druids in World of Warcraft found on the realm Scarlet Crusade. In the Role Play aspect, she is a descendant a Highborne family of night elves revered for their powerful connections to both nature and spirit. In normal game play she is the balance druid of the raiding guild Ladies of Destiny, currently exploring the progression content of Northrend.

Position in society: Matriarch of House Windsong, Friends to the Sisters of Elune and while she is a Devotee of the Cenarion Circle, she appears to oppose Fandral Staghelm as the true leader of the Cenarion Circle. After the Dark Portal was re-awakened, Savaena was assigned to lead the Cenarion Expedition into Draenor and establish a presence there. She is the Arch Druid of Sylvanaar, where she and her druids there watch over the activities of the Bladespire Ogres and Gruul the Dragonslayer, as well as working to bring new life to the barren landscape of Blade's Edge Mountains. It was not until much later that she learned this was to keep her away from the main activities of the Cenarion Circle. However this has not deterred her from returning to Azeroth frequently to convene with the druids at their gatherings, much to Fandral's dismay.

To many she seems a restless and enigmatic creature, often leaving for long periods without word, even for weeks at a time. If questioned, she will only whisper softly something about her duties as a Guardian, and has been caught letting the name Ysera slip from her lips.

Physical Description (abridged): Average height for a Kaldorei woman, dark sapphire hair, plaited with skin pale and flawless like moonlight save for one long white scar line that runs from the top of her right shoulder diagonally to her left hip bone, a serene expression and deepset eyes that glow silvery green. (think if the +81 healing enchant graphic but in a silvery-green light) Additionally, a marked icon of the druids was magically branded into her skin by her shando at birth to protect her. It sits just above where her posterior meets her torso on the right side.

Biography
Savaena was born in Hyjal during what the mortals celebrate as Winter Veil, 1,000 years before the Highborne were banished to the Eastern Kingdoms, making her 8,329 years old today. Despite the caution and outright animosity that was sometimes shown between the Kaldorei and Quel'dorei, others were more accepting of their cousins and sought peaceful relations in their new home in the aftermath of the War of the Ancients. Among these were the houses of Windsong and Windrunner, who had long maintained close ties. Both families agreed that an arranged marriage between the house of Windsong and the house of Windrunner would serve to strengthen their bonds of friendship. As each heads of households had first born sons, it was decided that the first born daughter of the Windsong would be promised to to the eldest son of the Windrunners.

Throughout her childhood, Savaena knew only happiness and peace as any child could; Hyjal had become a sheltered sanctuary to which the Kaldorei had receded from the rest of the world. And in this paradise, she flourished. Gifted with an angelic voice, her mother Raeyena taught her songs in old elven, weaving the lyrics with the Lore of their people. Her father Sornath, a druid himself, saw also her affinity towards magic and the natural way she wielded it in small ways. Concerned that she may endanger herself if allowed to continue, for the use of magic was forbidden, he encouraged her and her older half-brother, Demael, to learn all they could about Nature, the cycles of the seasons, animals, plants, ect. Together, brother and sister became quickly adept at understanding the natural world around them, and by the time she was seven Savaena was formally introduced to her Shando, Eldamari Windrunner.

As a champion of the Shattered Sun Offensive, she has joined with an elite team of heroines known as the Ladies of Destiny who've been tasked to destroy any chances of Kil'jaeden entering Azeroth through the Sunwell. In addition to this heavy burden, Savaena has recently taken on her first Thero'shan, Xaneria Firemoon, who has been a long time companion to her.

The Windsong
''"I wish I had known the time before the War of the Ancients, when the world was younger and ever lush forests crowned my clan's temple. There was a time, that we were all content, aware and in harmony with the energies of spirit and forces of nature that surrounded us.  We were the Windsong, revered by our people for our pious communion with Elune, and dedication to the new teachings of Druidism.  Our intimate construct of the Balance - it was perfect.  Our own secrets of the Well were safely guarded from the Quel'dorei, who sought to master a magic as old as the Aspect of Time. It was that greed to wield something far beyond us that led to our near distruction;  led and betrayed by our own Light of Lights: the Queen Azshara.  And it was in our own division that erupted a feud within my clan, those faithful to our queen, and those faithful to a higher power.  Kin rose against kin, even as their blood stained our temple grounds at the hands of the Legion. I am Savaena Windsong of the Shen'drashan, and this is my story..."''

The Windsong Clan of Night Elves were most noted for their close ties to both the Goddess Elune and Demi-God Cenarius. While Malorne was also worshipped by this familiy of priests, their initial dedication was to Elune herself. This remained so until Cenarius openly began to openly teach the Kaldorei about druidism. The Windsong not only embraced this form of natural magic, but integrated druidism with the way of the Light. After several generations of this practice a new form of druidism was derived: Shen'drashan or Balance Druidism. It was considered by all Kaldorei to be the ultimate harmony of Spirit and Nature, and it's teachings began to spread across the empire to all druids wishing to learn. The Favored of the Gods, or Kanaleari as the Windsong were also called, were granted gifts that would be passed down from parent to child. Other gifts were bestowed to those outside of the bloodline who chose to follow this way, the greatest to take on the likeness of Elune's precious creation of the Moonkin. Shan're Shando (literally Balance Keeper in Common) is a title of respect among the Night Elves that walk the path of Shen'drashan.

Today, the practice of Balance Druidism is common, but only a few descendants of the Windsong still remain, notably Arthorn Windsong who traveled with Savaena to Outland and now studies in nearby Evergrove, and Ferlynn Windsong who has traveled to the Borean Tundra on Savaena's behalf to assist in establishing Valiance Keep. As the final figurehead of her family line, Savaena has bore witness to the last of noble families of Night Elves dwindle and meld to indistinction with the rest of Kaldorian Society. Despite this, the rich family histories of these clans remain documented and preserved within the Temple of the Moon. Priests and Priestesses encourage the younger generations of their people to study these scrolls and tomes, so they do not forget their origins and those that came before them. So it is here that the history of the Windsong is also kept, if not fragmented. A single tome remains written in the elegant runic script of Xalem Moonwhisper and the mysterious priest known only as Incarna. Both were granted the title of An'delar (Lore Keeper) of this ancient family, and have spent the last three years chronolizing the rise and fall of the Windsong. Portions of this are found below:

''To date we know not the ancestors beyond Elitharil, those records are uncoverable. But we know that he was a son of the Windsong family, and the patriarch at the time of the first war. Theirs were a House of the holy way of Elune, and worshipped in their temple in Ashenvale. It now lay in ruins, a tragic monolith, home to wild striders by the southern pass from Darkshore into Ashenvale and east of the coastline. May it never be home to anyone but the Wild. At the time of Elitharil's rise to leadership, having succeeded his father, we know that the temple was newer. It has been suggested by several of my colleagues that this clan originated from Zin-Azshari, and moved to outside of the great city perhaps 6,000 solar cycles before Elitharil's birth. And as a singular structure, isolated by the forests and sea, we can agree that this was done purposely to cultivate the path of Shen'drashan. While curious to explore the secrets of untold magic that lay in the depths of the Well of Eternity, they recognized early on the potential dangers that could arise from its use, and swore to guard the knowledge they had gathered. By Cenarius's teachings they flourished there for several thousand more solar cycles, and the people of Bashal and Ameth'Aran, even as far north as Mathystra were greatly cared for by the guidance and presence of these druid priests.''

''"We have begun to see changes among them, they have indeed been graced. Their golden healing light is now green and ripe, and when those of the Claw turn bear, and those of the Talon reach out to soar, these druids of the Wild don the likeness of the Wildkin." -from a torn page from an old journal, in the hand of Anaya Dawnrunner''

''Around this same point in time, the beautiful Azshara and Quel'dorei (Highborne) were actively seeking to unravel the mysteries of the Well of Eternity. At her command, many Highborne mages began to plumb its secrets and reveal its true purposes to the world. Watching their ceaseless work to understand and manipulate the energies focused in the Well, Elitharil became sickened. He ordered his clan to burn all scrolls of knowledge about the Well in their posession and commit to memory all that they had destroyed, in hope of preserving their world. Yet, in the end, the Windsong were unable to prevent the devastation that was to come.''

''As a last resort, Elitharil traveled to the city of Zin-Azshari, where he requested a private audience with his beloved queen. To his great suprise, Azshara consented, (knowing that he was a priest of noble Quel'dorei descent), and he was led to her private garden to await her arrival. What actually transpired within the garden walls, even I am not at liberty to say. But for three days and three nights the Queen and Clan Patriarch were not heard from, and on the morning of the fourth day, Elitharil was summarily dismissed from the palace and escorted west to the Windsong homestead, with hopes that he had convinced the queen to stay her hand from the Well.''

''But this was not to be so. Azshara continued her experiments upon the Well of Eternity and soon found the Highborne could use their new powers to create and destroy at their leisure. They had stumbled upon primitive, old magic and had resolved themselves to its mastery. Azshara began to practice arcane magic with reckless abandon, and distinct changes began to also take effect between the Highborne and the Night Elves.''

Role Play Abilities
Speak on the Winds: an inherited trait and gift from Cenarius himself, those of the Windsong bloodline are able to relay messages across great distances using the wind. This can even span continents even to Draenor, where the cosmic winds of space can carry the their words to and from Azeroth.

Attacks and Abilities

 * Spells: [[Image:Stub.png|20px]] ''Savaena uses Moonfire with Wrath under normal circumstances, however she also has two other abilities. She has the power to summon Treants to defend her, as well as call on the power of Elune, increasing her all of her damage and healing by 155 for 20 seconds.

Recent Roleplay
Darkness was the only tangible entity within the void, crowding in from everywhere, leaving no quarter to breathe. It was suffocating and yet try as she might, the captive night elf had been unsuccessful in escaping her prison.

Until recently.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed after the first week, perhaps two of her captivity. Moments were marked by memories of sleep, walking the Dream in search of anyone that might hear her spirit's call. Chaos within the Dream at the hands of the Nightmare had kept even Ysera from hearing her, and that very same shadowed evil, along with Eldamari's foul plot to corrupt her by his own demonic magic had left it's mark on her. Weakening over time, she found that only in submission could she have even a chance at freedom. She gave into void, letting the foul magic wash over her and in her, until even her eyes shown the Fel Magic within. No longer where they a silvery verdant but a sickly, ill green. Only once consumed had she been able to use the Warlock's power against him and reach out through her prison, to one who could hear the spirits; for Death Knights were known to commune with them. Now she only had to wait a tiny bit longer, if time had not already run out for her...

Eldamari appeared before her, his robes flowing slightly by some unknown current of air. She was curled into a ball, hovering withing the void as he appraised her. Sensing his presence, her fel green eyes looked up at him weakly.

"Ah, it is you." She shifted to face him. "So have you come to check upon the success of your little experiment?"

The former druid seemed unphased by her jab and merely cocked his head to the side, his silver hair moving like liquid with the motion. "Ah, my little lotus. You make that sound as if it's a bad thing," he replied, his eyes calculating her current state.

"To be here? Yes. To see you here?" She paused, wondering again for the thousandth time why she still loved this atrocity her Shando had become, then her countenance shifted and her tone became one of mock amusement. "Perhaps. Perhaps to at least warn you." She laughed, but it held no musical lilt.

This seemed to perk an interest in the older elf, and Eldamari raised a brow. "Warn me?"

The corner of her mouth turned upward, and her eyes narrowed slightly. "Yes, I was able to penetrate the spell wards you placed here, Eldamari. It was easy once I gave into the very corruption you wished to erase me in." Let him think me completely subdued, she thought, just enough to fool him... Whether she thought her ruse was working, or if Eldamari sensed the depth of the corruption that truly affected her, it was anyones guess. The warlock merely chuckled and clapped his hands in amusement.

"How delightful."

This encouraged her, something stirred within her but she shook it off, determined not to show any weakness. "My success was limited of course," she admitted with a bittersweetness. "I cannot deny that your powers have always been stronger than mine to some extents. But I was able to make contact with someone by two means: one who can speak with spirits for he is dead yet walks, and can also sense when his mother is in danger." She had his attention now, but his expression remained one of mock humor, and she doubled her efforts to ensure he understood the threat behind her words. "Your son is coming to see you Eldamari. He knows you have me, and no doubt has told my Thero'shans." Then recalling how her eldest Thero'shan had reacted when she had been locked in the dungeon of Eldamari's castle before the trip to the void, she hesitated. "I am sure Xaneria has- has told Cenarion Circle what has happened."

Eldamari merely grinned in delight but said nothing for a long moment.

"Well?"

He shook his head and approached her. "Savaena, Savaena. Do you think me worried?" His countenance bespoke of a righteous godly stature, as if nothing could defeat him. He truly was mad, thinking himself akin to a god. If this continued, it was possible that he would have to be-

No. She couldn't even now allow that thought to complete in her mind. Maybe their child would be able to see reason with him. "You should be. Kaelris is one to be reckoned with."

"Not when compared to me," he returned.

Savaena's composure began to unravel, and something deep within her stirred again, as if wanting release. This time she did not hold back, and her own visage became darker. "You're a mad fool. What did you think you would achieve by keeping me here, destroying me as you have? Some trophy? You once said I was the last link to who your past! What hope have you to gain from my fall?"

"Everything that I have," he explained gently, his grin turning evil. "I believe your time here is at an end."

3/11 14:34:30.495 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Savaèna: *she raises her hand to him in demonstration, conjuring a ball of green energy. It appears as a dark shadowy green*

3/11 14:35:09.950 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Savaèna: If you're here to kill me, then you do me an act of mercy.

3/11 14:35:38.673 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Eldamari: *takes your hand in his*

3/11 14:35:57.439 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Savaèna: I cannot suffer to be what I have become, the Circle will not allow me to continue-

3/11 14:38:35.468 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Eldamari: *pulls you to him he kisses you passionatly his energy surrounding you interweaving with you the feeling is orgasmic*

3/11 14:41:30.601 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Savaèna: *there is no resistance as her lips meet yours, her eyes rolling up into her head at the sensation. Her free hand moves to your forehead, weaving her fingers into your hair and gripping it firmly. As she does so, an image appears in your mind.*

3/11 14:43:09.039 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Savaèna: *It is the image of a little night elf girl with blue unkempt hair, running toward you, smiling with adoring eyes. She is calling to you. "Shando Eldie! Shando Eldie! You're back! I missed you!"*

3/11 14:45:00.777 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Savaèna: *Just as the image of the little elf girl reaches you and reaches out to seemingly pounce you in delight, the image fades. Savaena moans softly and bites at your lip.*

3/11 14:46:40.638 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Eldamari: *we appear in the sacrificial chambers deep in the castle a young human is there chained to the alter* you know what you must do  ((I got to go but your out of the realm now

3/11 14:48:15.666 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Savaèna: *Savaena looks at the human and without a second thought sends a burst of nature energy filled with demonic shadow at the human captive, frying the body to a cinder, the shrill scream of the human heard loudly*

3/11 14:48:52.099 |Hchannel:Party|h[Party]|h Savaèna: *she smiles demurely at Eldamari* Better watch yourself, 'Shando', I am really good at that.


 * Eldamari smiled patronizingly and vanished*

3/11 14:49:31.323 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Savaèna: *a shrill scream is heard mutely througout the castle*

3/11 14:50:46.812 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: *startles she runs from her room* Papa? Papa?!

3/11 14:51:13.994 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: *is in the courtyard speaking to the blacksmith* What tha bloody ell?

3/11 14:51:38.873 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: *runs out near the courtyard* Papa? *she sobbing*

3/11 14:52:25.583 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: C'mere lass *holds her close and snaps at the nearby guardsmen* find out what that was at once!

3/11 14:54:05.667 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: *Nimuea hides closely under the brawn of the grizzled veteran* What was that scream? What's going on around here?

3/11 14:54:47.754 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: I dinnae know lass, but I'll find out, for now go find yer Aunt Vallerya and stick close to er, she's out near tha Undercity 3/11 14:55:11.652 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: *saddles her Kodo for her and sends her on her way, then heads into the keep*

3/11 14:55:19.700 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: *she hesitates*

3/11 14:55:31.445 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: *pauses* what is it lass?

3/11 14:55:58.019 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: I'm not going to undercity, papa.

3/11 14:56:22.102 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: alright then, stay close ta me

3/11 14:56:39.303 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: *she hesitates then shakes her head*

3/11 14:57:03.840 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: *looks at her and sighs* ok lass, spit it out *smiles at her gently*

3/11 14:57:46.052 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: I-this castle is not right, papa. It feels- *her eyes widen more, scanning the structure with newly trained eyes* Unnatural, papa.

3/11 14:58:21.167 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: I want to stay with the druids, can I papa please? please?

3/11 14:58:25.093 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: *snorts* of course lass, tis home ta a Warlock, and a blood elf ta boot

3/11 14:59:34.978 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: yes ye may, but make sure ye send me a letter that ye made it safe

3/11 15:00:12.252 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: *waves to 2 of his mercaneries* Bok, Radnar ye two accompany her, make sure she's safe then come back

3/11 15:00:26.773 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: I will papa, I promise. *her black eyes shine in what seems to be relief, her innocence seems to have been effected by this place*

3/11 15:01:24.093 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: Good lass *ruffles her hair* ye be good alright?

3/11 15:01:48.726 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: *keeps her company while the two Taurens saddle and mount their war kodo's

3/11 15:02:42.079 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: Of course papa. *she seems eager to leave, but slightly torn about leaving the tauren warrior* I'll tell them who I am and why I am there and not here, I know they'll take care of me.

3/11 15:03:45.278 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: *she nods to Radnar and Bok* I am ready.

3/11 15:03:47.411 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: *seeming slightly worried a small frown crosses his face, quickly vanishing he smiles at her again* Tell ye what lass I'll ave Radnar ere stick with ye, just in case

3/11 15:04:03.962 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Valdaya: *flashes a look to Radnar when she looks away*

3/11 15:06:32.419 |Hchannel:Guild|h[Guild]|h Nimuea: *they ride off, with speed that only the greatest kodos of the plains know innately, riding off to the moonglade, where Nimuea would be safe under Radner's gaze...and axe.*

Quotes
"May Cenarius be your strength, and Elune light the paths you tread."

"Do not meddle in the affairs of druids, for they are fierce and quick to protect nature."

"Nature comprises many things, of which one is a weapon. I am formidably armed."

"With great power, comes great responsibility."

"Look into my eyes and you will see what your love is doing to me. My eyes have learned to smile." (To Larimore Dragonsbane)

"Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Run and be free of my wrath or stay and fight to your destruction! Now is the time to shape your destiny! Your fate is in your hands!"

"Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them."

"If my destiny is to forever walk the path of battle, I embrace it as the will of Elune. My scars will be medals for valor, for swiftness, for courage, for passion. My life is freely given to maintain the balance of the worlds. Always."

"You claim to love me but all you have grown to love is the power that flows through my viens. What if that power no longer existed would you remain by my side or seek comfort with another of power?" (To Eldamari Windrunner)

"Trees, protect me!"

"Brothers, come to my aid!"

"Allow my brothers to show you we mean business."

"Come to me, guardians of the wood!"

"Prepare to be Moonstruck!"

"Witness before your eyes the power of Nature: destruction and creation at its finest!"

"Endorel anuminor!"

"Nature has many allies. You shall not prevail against all of them."

"Come forth, you defenders of old!"

"The time is now! Leave none standing!"

"You do not belong here! Ancients, rise against these intruders to nature!"

"Fool! You think a druid fights alone? I have even the trees to fight at my side!"

"Elune, burn TARGET with your wrath!"

"The fire of the moon compels you!"

"Dor neph'o shano ri diel."

"For but a brief moment, I felt the presence of Elune."

"I have seen many things, but I have not yet known defeat."

"A Warden's work is never finished, the hunt is never over. There is only a new prey."

"Many craven races have tempted our wrath over the centuries. None have survived!"

"Diel final."

"Cenarius, grant me the armor of the forest!"

"My strength be yours, TARGET!"

"TARGET, may your spirit be rejuvinated!"

"TARGET, bring honor to yourself and your people."

"TARGET, fight with honor, fight with pride."

"Crafted stone by dwarven hands, and magic laid by mage's spell, take me far now from these lands, to the place I wish to dwell."

"Dath osa fandu anu diev'niel eburi!"

"Truth, justice, and the Night Elf way!"

"In the name of Goddess!"

"For nature's survival!"

"Tor ilisar'thera'nal!"

"Andu-falah-dor!"

"Bandu Thoribas!"

"Elune, grant me swift victory!"

"Ana'doreini talah!"

"Ana'duna thera!"

"Bash'a no falor talah!"

"Endu'di riffa!"

"Thor falah nor dora!"

"I will destroy those who disrupt nature."

"Look well, my enemy, for I am the last creature of beauty you will ever see."

"I live eternally for the Balance, you will die for it."

"Elune, hear my plea and help me aid my friends!"

"Healing spirits, arise!"

"Tal anu'men no Kaldorei!"

"Alana be'lendor!"

"Poisons are of Nature and turn harmless at my command."

"Taste the fury of nature!"

"The Stormrage be upon you!"

"For Cenarius!"

"For the Stormrage!"

"You dare challenge the Arch Druidess of Sylvanaar?!"

"Be'lemer an-delei!"

"Felomin Ashal!"

"Be'lanen dalorai!"

'"raises her staff to the sky and calls out in a strange language. The sky darkens and begins to fall upon TARGET."''

"Poisons are of Nature and turn harmless at my command."

"Fear not any poison that may try its course with you, TARGET. All whims of Nature bend to a druid's touch."

"May you be gifted by the Mark of the Wild."

"May the Mark of Cenarius be your strength, TARGET."

"Andu fala dor, TARGET, tal ande'thoras ethil."

"We ride with Victory in our midst!"

"Run, soar with the wind at our heels!"

"Ildareth, show me the meaning of haste."

"Thando bala fare'thal del a'nah!"

"Elune! Hear my call and restore life to TARGET!"

"Goddess of the Night, hear the call of your humble daughter. Grant TARGET life!"

"TARGET, arise, you have not yet begun to fight!"

"Arise, my champion...my TARGET, return to the world of Life."

"Return to us, TARGET, for your destiny is not yet fullfilled, your duty yet unbound."

"Anar'alah belore TARGET, shindo fallah na zin-Eluni!"

"Your lack of bravery this day is duly noted."

"You seek others to fight for you? You die with no honor!"

"Halt in your tracks, TARGET!"

"Oh, were you going somewhere?"

"I think you're better off being firmly rooted in place, TARGET."

"In your place, TARGET, remain and dare not move."

"The art of bondage is a secondary nature to me."

"It is only by the grace of Elune that your death is swift and merciful. Otherwise I'd be wearing you as a coat by now."

"What we have here, TARGET, is a failure of a cummunicate."

"You do not know whom you play with."

"You will never know what hit you."

"Cry for mercy!"

"For Naisha! For Maiev!"

"You will regret approaching me."

"Truth, justice, and the Night Elf way!"

"The arrow is a physical manisfitation of a hunter's will. It passes through the woods in silence and strikes down it's prey while alerting noone."

"If I had to rank the horde in a scale of which is my favored prey I would list the Taurens as my first. They make far nicer boots when I'm done with them."

"Comparing Dwarven to Night Elf hunters is like comparing catapults to quill pens. Both can get the job done, but one with far greater subtlety and grace."

"I, like my hunter counter parts, was born a predator. It's taken fletchers hundreds of years to create a bow to my standards."

"Justice may be blind, but I'm not."

"We're wasting time here."

"Won't catch me standing still."

"I am the iron hand of justice."

"A Warden's work is never finished, the hunt is never over. There is only a new prey."

"Today was a good day for -you- to die."

"What is in a name, if not in word and deed?"

Rewards
Honor (World PvP): Killing this character will award you the honor equivalent of a Master Sergeant of the Alliance.

Journal Excerpts
History Repeats, And Repeats Again Wednesday, June 28, 2006 1:39 AM

''It is as I feared. The Ventash'ma of Clan Delylvrae has chosen once again to delve into the dark path that lead House Mizzrym to its destruction. Valermos, older than I, could not see value in the history I tried to instill of my people's self destruction nearly 9-10,000 years ago. He has not even learned from seeing the destruction of his own house; he sees only through the eyes of his Valsharess. I fear he will put the name of 'those above the blade' to shame, but I cannot change his mind and my true duty lies in that of my own people.''

''Duty...yes. Sometimes it can be a painful word indeed. My consort and I know also that as leaders we cannot always have our way when it comes to the good of the people, something great grandmother never learned, or rather ignored. Larimore and I have parted ways physically, but our hearts remain bonded and strong. Everyday I send whispers upon the wind, praying Cenarius will guide my thoughts of devotion to my beloved. And when he hears them and calls back to me, my heart fills with a joy I have not known since Ilaera's birth.''

''Children. They are indeed common and blessed among humans. But I believe that in their rarity among our kind, especially since the loss of our immortality, our children are far more revered. I have felt the beginnings...the small impulses of pure energy, begin to form within me. I know not how this little precious one will be accepted. As surely as Amenestrya was rejected for her blood, it is possible that this child may be as well. Before my heart was taken by Larimore there was a night with another...so I cannot surely say who the father may be. And if it is not who's I hope it is, then all I can say is:''

Little one, forgive the road I have begun for you.

The Nightmare Of The Emerald Dream Sunday, July 02, 2006 11:23 AM

''The Nightmare of the Emerald Dream...at least, that is what this place seems. My recent, if weary, travels have taken me to the inner depths of Kalimdor. It has been a long time since I have traversed these lands, and they are as tainted as they were before if not worse. Felwood is rifled in corruption. The once green forests that my great aunt Dalindra spoke of are now filled predominantly with sickly shades of ominous brown. This once precious place was much like that of the Ashenvale we know today, but has been scarred and destroyed by the Burning Legion. It breaks my soul to see the valiant efforts of the Emerald Circle continue to be follied by the Fel Hounds and uncouth followers of the Jaedenar. Their efforts seem nothing but miniscule compared to the sheer devastation that surrounds them.''

''So I have pledged my staff to aid these druids as best as I am able to while I am here in these war sundered lands. With the Shen'drashan inherent in my blood, I have begun my fight with the Deadwood Furbolgs, ceasing their evils upon their Timbermaw cousins. Success in my endeavor slowly gains the trust of the Timbermaw, and a pledge of service to me and that of the Kanaleari. ''

''Every dark corner houses the Fel Hounds that feed upon the magic of Forest Guardians, mages and even warlocks. Greta Mosshoof, a druid of the Emerald Circle sensed the innate magic within me. "Shan're Shando, your magic is unlike any other I have known," she said, "your mixed magic will be sought by Fel. They will hunt as starving sharks to a single drop of blood in water." Aye, I fear for my life and the light within my womb. I must go on. My life is for my people...for Ilaera and Cletera.''

I must go on, challenging this Nightmare every step of the way.

Calling To The Great Sleep Saturday, July 29, 2006 5:57 PM

''It seems sometimes that our destinies are inexplicably chosen for us, ahead of our existance. Many of my people have turned to believe that our lives are entirely predestined as a way to deal with our recent loss of immortality to save Kalimdor. I don't believe this to be so for every moment of the mortal lives we now share with our allies. Through my dream walks with other druids sharing communion with Ysera and Cenarius, we have learned to know better. It's certain that we are meant to experience pre-destined occurances in our lives, and at the same time to otherwise live freely as we see fit.''

''Part of my destiny has come into its own, as in a dream I've been told I'm needed to fight for the survival of the Emerald Dream. The Balance of Nature has been entirely disrupted the recent invasion of the Scourge and something greater, larger...my nightmares for several months have predicted a rising of our once only disdained cousins, now loathed: serpentine in form they take to new lands to conquer and destroy. Hopefully in my dream walking I will make contact with my mother- if she still lives in the tower on the cove of raging seas. I can only hope that my questions will be answered.''

''We'll need help more than ever now, and even into the other races with who we've carefully allied. My own clan has troubles, once more with arcane magic. In realization for survival of this clan, I've had to come to terms with allowing other races join us under the banner of the Windsong, including those that practice the demonic and arcane magic that split this clan once before. And in this process we have indeed split again. My High Priestess Moonveil has left us, along with our Master Hunstman and others.''

History has a way of repeating itself with lessons yet unlearned.

The Dreaming Monday, November 20, 2006 9:29 AM

''The quill shakes slighty within my delicate grasp as I manage to transfer my abstract thoughts to this parchment before me. The Nightmare continues its rampant taint upon my Lady's realm of dreams, the soft whispers of Cenarius calling to me...beckoning my return to that place I know as the Emerald Dream. I catch myself in full breaths, every moment knowing that my time draws sooner than the last...every meditation, every reverie lasting longer than before and beyond my control at times to wake. My grasp of the Kalimdor that exists in this plane falters, and with a joyfulness-and bitter sorrow-I prepare myself to enter the Great Sleep.''

''My beloved now awaits me, to lead me to the Moonglade where I shall find my rest for an undetermined amount of time. The hardened lines on his face mark clearly of the pain that resides deeper within his heart...for not only do I leave, but our daughter joins me as I still bear her in my womb. In my darkest hour of this bidding I was promised in the winds that my daughter would see life by magic of the Aspects. I trust in this as I trust in my kin and my people...as they trust in me to keep my duties to the Balance.''

''Caught between this earthly night of the crescent moon and mist that surrounds my feet, an old lullaby stirs forth to my lips...in the elven of my mother's mother's time. Sung to me as a child in soft murmurs and sighs, its words lost to me but its meanings still legendary in my soul, it is this song that I now embrace with me as it is difficult to find completion to this letter. I go now into the night of Elune, her moonlight guiding me into dreams that will become nightmares that will be fought by my hands and the forces of Nature combined. My cousin Xalem will lead our clan as Patriarch, for Isildien still studies in the Temple and my Ilaera insists in staying by my sleeping form in the Druid Barrow dens.''

Savaena the Immortal is a level 85 night elf druid on the Wyrmrest Accord server, originally from Scarlet Crusade.

Appearance and Personality
Savaena Windsong ("Sav" for short) is an elegantly attractive elf of average height and weight. She sports a fair lavender complexion, glaive-stylized facial tattoos about her eyes, and waist-length sapphire hair that's usually worn long or kept braided close to the nape of her neck. Her eyes glow brightly silver with a glimmer of green she claims is due to a fanciful pastime of enchanting. Her toned physique is evident of centuries spent sculpting her slender but muscular frame. Most of her noteworthy scars are kept hidden by clothing, with the exception of one long line that runs near the top of her right shoulder. Savaena wears a single earring in her left earlobe from which dangles a silver crescent moon; she often toys with this when nervous or contemplative. She dresses down in soft leathers that are functional and ascetic, whether she's fighting, fishing, or just hanging around. When the opportunity arises, however, her wardrobe comprises a collection of refined gowns that are ready to wear.

Savaena is a wild spirit who exhibits a strongly marked, individual temperament. Most of the time she is friendly and soft spoken, filled with a wanderlust for adventure despite her senescent mortal age and obligations to the Cenarion Circle. She is quickly drawn to anger at the sight of injustice or the threat of danger to the natural world she so adores. There are, however, three pervasive elements to her personality that transcend her intrinsically independent nature: tenderness, coyishness, and submissiveness to those she loves. An orc once described her in his own crude language as 'a tall purple trap". Many enemies have mistaken her serene appearance for being passive, which is usually proven otherwise when she is crossed as her savagery in battle is only strengthened by her formidable power.

Background
Prior to the Third War, Oriseus was an apprentice to Silvermoon City's premier botanist and gardener; he helped maintain public gardens in western Silvermoon as well as conducting research and experiments on his master's estate. His master sent him on a wild goose chase to Kul Tiras shortly before the Scourge descended on Quel'thalas, thus ensuring his survival, but Oriseus returned to find his homeland in ruins. Eventually he was found by a blood elf patrol (with a warlock in their midst) who brought up to speed on what had befallen his race. Oriseus generally refrains from giving details as to how and why he took up warlocking, preferring to cite desperation and then immediately change the subject. Most inquiries about his family are met with similar misdirection.

Like most of the blood elves who remained on Azeroth, he took what work he could find in Eversong Woods and the Ghostlands before branching out into more far-reaching adventures. During his service there, Tranquilien came under attack by a kaldorei druid. Eventually the alarms were answered by a Forsaken by name of Centus MacManus – also known as Centimanus – who tracked the marauding druid down and made mince of him. The undead hero remained to chat with the elves he'd just saved. Centus used it as a prime opportunity to evangelize his Queen's "compassion:" swift aid to friends and swift death to foes. Thus was set into motion a series of events that led to Oriseus swearing fealty to Lady Sylvanas over Prince Kael'thas and Lor'themar Theron, becoming a Courier of Compassion.

Oriseus continued his training all across Azeroth and later Draenor. His fellow Couriers informed him of Prince Kael's betrayal weeks before he began working in Outland; it was a foregone conclusion that he would side with the Scryers, and he now boasts exalted status with the defectors as well as the whole of the Horde. When the Couriers were dissolved, Oriseus chose to remain in the Dark Lady's service rather than retire or take a letter of recommendation to another group.

His unquestioning loyalty and daredevil attitude landed him a long-term mission soon afterward. After two years in the field, presumably undercover among the Cult of the Damned, he returned to the Undercity with a lengthy report. While the details are still largely classified the end result of his work was the destruction of a large Cult cell that had posed an increasing threat to Sylvanas' forces. The lasting effects on the warlock himself remain to be seen.

Ambitions
Above all else, Oriseus is motivated by a hatred of demons and Scourge. Warlocking seems a strange choice of professions but he sees it as a means to an end: he seeks nothing less than total subjugation, then destruction, of the Burning Legion. The demons bound to him do not serve by choice or contract, but as slaves, having been summoned and literally beaten into submission. The normally-gentle sin'dorei has a mile-wide sadistic streak where his minions are concerned, regularly tormenting and physically abusing them as well as inviting others to do the same.

His hatred of the Scourge has led him to work extensively for the Argent Dawn and its subsidiary, the Argent Crusade. He is one of the founding members of the Argent Vanguard Coalition and participated in every strike the Coalition made against Naxxramas. However, Oriseus considers Kel'thuzad and his citadel of horrors to be but a large hurdle on the way to the true enemy: the Lich King himself. This attitude of viewing what some might consider a primary goal to be a stepping-stone to something greater is typical of Oriseus' mindset. He is, by his own admission, willing to go to great lengths and stoop to untold lows in order for the sake of what he believes he must ultimately accomplish.

Magical Dualities: Druid gone a-Casting
Recently, Savaena has been spotted wearing lighter armor and keeping the company of the recently returned Highborne. She had in fact, at her father's insistence, originally trained in the art of druidism to mask her inherent magical talent. out of fear prior to the Exile of the Highborne.

In sharp contrast to the general fear of relationships he has with his minions, he seems to have a deep, fraternal affection for his animal companions.

This comes as no surprise to those who know him, given the size of his menagerie at home.

His primary hunting partners are the mysterious spirit beast Tâd-amair (short for Padam'tretâd-amair, "he walks through two worlds") and the haughty blue frostsaber Darthanant ("the long-awaited one").

It would appear that his inborn connection to nature has finally resurfaced through the taint of warlock magic: as he specializes in Beast Mastery as a hunter.

Public knowledge and rumors

 * Savaena is rumored to be truly immortal, though the night elves have not yet regained their immortality as a people. Third and fourth-hand information from observant sources have intimated that this particular night elf has been blessed with this gift by dragons, though the circumstances that would have led to such an endowment remain a mystery.  Only those in closest confidence to the druid may know the whole story.


 * Oriseus openly admits to having been a strike-force leader in the infamous Twenty-Three-Minute Raid – specifically, the team that invaded the Exodar and felled the Prophet Velen. This, along with numerous other incursions against the draenei and the Exodar in particular, have earned him the epithet "Prophet-Slayer."
 * He is vehemently anti-Alliance but makes concessions for individuals who earn his respect. In particular he is an outspoken defender of the human paladin Siggy's pilgrimages to Undercity – the very place whose defense the Couriers hold paramount.
 * Much to the dismay of numerous women in both the Horde and Alliance, Oriseus is openly gay. He is also an incorrigible flirt with a wandering eye. His flirtations are largely harmless, though, if not meant entirely in jest: his eyes may wander, but his heart doesn't stray.
 * He suffers from a moderate stutter which he keeps suppressed most of the time. It gets out of control when he's tired or stressed. He took up singing in his youth to learn to control his speech, and writes songs as well.
 * Oriseus is a master alchemist specialized in transmutations.
 * Oriseus is exalted with numerous factions, covets titles, and has an extensive collection of mounts and vanity pets.
 * His player coined term "A-side" (meaning Alliance), which has since seen widespread use on the Moon Guard forums, and gave the Argent Vanguard Coalition its official name.
 * His surname's resemblance to the Horde guild Knights of the Last Dawn is purely coincidental, if awkward.

"Through the fire and devastation that harbinged Deathwing's cataclysmic arrival into Azeroth, through the deforestation at the tainted hands of the Twilight Cult, and even the elementals that threatened to destroy the World Tree a second time with their blazing spirits, the Children survived. Ten mere acorns, salvaged from beneath the charred earth of the mountain by Aessina's champion; the seedlings were delivered to the Arch druid, Runetotem, and found life by the sheer miracle that is Nature's will. Now they stand tall, shouting out their rebellion against the powers of darkness by the sheer majesty of their silent, living vigil. Their message is clear: Nature will always find a way. -We- will always find a way."

Personal page in the works of being built for guild page

= Windsong =

Windsong is a night elf led faction sworn to protect the interests of the kaldorei nation and preserve ancient artifacts of Azeroth. Formed by a trio of friends and gradually joined by other members of the Alliance, the Cenarion Circle and Sisters of Elune realized their success and began to support and guide its activities. Since that time, the Windsong have become officially sanctioned by the Sisterhood, undertaking increasingly dangerous quests near and far from the kaldorei homelands.

Faction Ranks
Within the faction are two denominational ranks. One consists of scholars, archaeologists, historians and teachers known among the Windsong as Seekers. The other consists of the soldiers, warriors, scouts and battle mages that defend and protect on missions, known as the Honor Guard. Both distinctive ranks hold equal standing and grant the same privileges. Their differences lay only in the paths of those that wear it's mark.

Newcomers to the Windsong faction spend their time earning a reputation by completing missions, quests and defeating enemies in the name of Windsong. Once they have achieved the highest honor available, a grand ceremony is held in their honor where they are recognized for their efforts. It is at this celebration that they name their chosen path as a Seeker or an Honor Guard.

Seekers and Honor Guards are masters at their crafts. Through their relentless dedication they've earned the highest reputation within the Windsong, and hold the confidence of its leadership. Their armor is distinct, allowing them to stand out among their brethren at ceremonies and meetings, and can often be seen flying on elegant Hippogryphs into Alliance cities to recruit new members.

Requirements:


 * Be exalted with Windsong


 * Complete the guild quest to attain your gear set


 * Attain the title: Guardian of Cenarius


 * Have a Hippogryph mount (The Argent Hippogryph counts)

Privileges:


 * Repair using bank funds


 * Special access to the Treasury and Armory


 * Help to make decisions with the leadership


 * Highest raid loot priority


 * Place of honor at guild gatherings


 * Special title marker on the guild site


 * Your own character webpage on the guild site