User:Sevilae Dargath

Sevilae Dargath Is The Convocate-General of of the Imperial Legion of Quel'Thalas and the son of Surliean Dargath and Jehnra Dargath.

Synopsis
A Veteran of the Second War, Sevilae Dargath Is the esteemed son of Surliean Dargath, the former Convocate of the Legion who perished in the Scourge of Quel'Thalas and the Sundering of the Sunwell.

A Stoic figure of the people, Sevilae Dargath is a proud Sin'Dorei with deep-running loyalty to Quel'Thalas and its Denizens.

The Battle of Blackrock Mountain
Heat, it licked at the edge of his robes, fraying in the fires that burned endless inferno all around him. Scalding steam trickled up through the gaps of rock on the makeshift bridge, stretching over a chasm of coiling molten rock that flowed deeper into the eternal inky blackness below. Rocks glowed like red embers in the darkness, sufficing as the only light save for the candescent flow of liquid falling upon craglike formations nearby.

Ash coated everything and black smoke obscured his vision, masking the hard breathing behemoth that stalked forward. Through the darkness, all he could see was the twin crimson orbs that bored their way right through him. The sword felt unwieldy in his weary hands and time seemed to lose all meaning, all that remained was the endless promise of death in all directions.

Blackrock Spire, the place where Quel'Dorei go to die...

Words trickled through the chaos, entering his subconscious as he felt the sword jar in his hands, colliding with a rival.

"Shindu fallah na!"

Gritting his teeth, he could see only pieces of the mass wavering in and out of the black cloud -- Yet the constant piercing glow of its blood red eyes told him it was ever vigilant. Omnipresent screams from his comrades reverberated along the cavern walls, tossed like ragdolls from the narrow bridges and slowly consumed by the fires all around them.

Salvation, it came as a ray of light through the darkness and Sevilae had to wrench his eyes shut. Paladins and Wizards of the alliance had rallied, attempting to break the vicious charge of Doomhammer. Lord Lothar himself would be amongst them.

Hope faded in the form of a clenched fist, knocking him backwards and scattering dust and cinders into the air. The ground shook as the dark beast stomped over to his frail body, raising a forked blade above its sooty form. Palming the ground all around him for his discarded blade, it seemed as though fate would claim him.

A sickening crunch filled the air, pitching the large beast from its legs and sending it reeling backwards, only to regain itself with even more fury. Hammer held in tightened fist, the Paladin had struck the dark wraith with unmitigated force, and was standing defiantly in front of Sevilae.

"You shall not take him, beast of the shadow..." Words uttered under a feirce gaze, "I will banish you back to the wretchedness from whence you were spawned!"

Swinging the hammer sideways with brutal force, the beast was struck a mortal blow. The creature tumbled backwards into the blackness, tipping over the edge of the narrow viaduct and into the chasm, to be purged within infernal damnation below. And soon, its cries of protest faded into nothing at all...

The Second Coming of the Scourge
Drums in the Darkness.

Thousands of hollow eyes move as one.

Hell holds fast, swarming at the edge of a frail land...

Beasts from the abyss rally under a singular banner. Tangible Damnation.

Hell Holds Fast... Sons and Daughters of the Sun.

-

With wild eyes, the single Ranger moved through the haunting flora of the Ghostlands. Bloodied and ragged, his chest heaved as he struggled to escape the silent wraiths that closed in upon him. The message that licked his lips with urgency was of the utmost importance.

Tranquilien was but another few aching strides ahead...

Whistling through the veil of night, a single crude dagger floundered through the air and buried itself in the small of his back. With outstretched hands, his legs failed him and his momentum carried him forward into a heap at the base of the town monument.

Spellbreakers rushed from the nearby structures, keen eyes and keen blades held at the ready -- Their shocked expressions hesitant as they gazed at the crumbled figure resting gravely at the base of the town statue.

With the last of life within him, he uttered a single statement beneath his breath. A Statement that would forfeit the lives of countless warriors to come.

"They are here..."

-

The assembly stood in silence, their eyes locked on the figure that stood before them as their worst fears turned unto realization.

"Brethren! I stand before you now not as your Commander...But as a Denizen of Quel'Thalas -- A Child of the Sun!"

Sevilae Regarded the Blood-Knights and Rangers standing at attention in the square...Shoulder to Shoulder as Kinsmen.

"Make no mistake, Sin'Dorei. The rumors that have begun to spread through the ranks are well founded."

With that, he paused and looked to each of them in turn.

"I speak with honesty when I tell you that The Scourge of Stratholme and Deatholme have amassed an army that could launch an assault to the very heart of Quel'Thalas..."

The Legion remained rigid, frozen in place as the tide of information swept over them.

"Fret Not! For we stand here today as a testament to the Iron Tenacity of our people. The Sheer will to overcome!"

His eyes narrowed; words striking deep to their hearts.

"No Abomination of the Burning Legion shall ever again set foot upon these hallowed grounds! And by the Sun, I swear it to you now...This Force that masses upon us shall fall!"

His voice rose, arms raising high to the heavens as he cried forth.

"SIN'DOREI! PREPARE FOR GLORY!"