Post by Elspath en'isilme on Jul 2, 2007 13:16:48 GMT -5
During the rise of quel'thalas once stood a small mercenary group of
dedicated warriors, mages and hunters. Dedicating there life to improving
there skills and hiring themselves out to those needing profession help that
they offered. Over the years they gained much respect and amassed greater
wealth for there services, those few that joined together soon became a
family and there offspring grew and gained skills joining in to the fight
that there parantice started. Using the wealth and respect this mercenary
group formed a house and dedicated themselves to the protection of there home
land, quel'thalas and the city of silvermoon, Naming themselves House
en'isilme. Becoming the moonlight of silvermoon to fight and protect
silvermoon and her home lands from all who would harm them.
Many Centuries passed as there numbers grew in ways that no one would have
ever imaged. Those wishing to join the house from the outside and the
family breeding what would be known as "True Bloods en'isilme" Those born
of house members and family to grow up and become greater leaders of the
house. The power and formidable fighting skill from there ranks was
noticed by the royal court of silvermoon and en'isilme was asked to be part
of the royal guard to protect the royal blood lines of silvermoon.
Years passed and as House en'isilme grew with young-lings and strong warriors
and grate magical ability. Word started to spread of the scourge invasion
of the human world. Many gave little thought to human problems seemingly so
far away tell arthus himself started his march on quel'thalas and
silvermoon. Warriors and mages gathered to fight and House en'isilme
gathered its forces to protect the true blood joining the guardians of
silvermoon to protect the royal blood of silvermoon, when the worst thing
happened that could, the destruction of the sun well and the attack of
arthus.
Death on all sides, Blood covered the streets and the scourge seemed
unstoppable. But Silvermoon fought with all it had and so did en'isilme.
Thousands of scourge fell to the elven swords but slowly the undead
advanced almost unstoppable tell the time only a few left standing. Among
those just five remained of en'isilme. A young priestess, high mage and a
few warriors of the ranks of the house when the time to came for the few
survivors of silvermoon to escape. So en'isilme stood its ground with
others to give those that needed to flee the time to escape.
Days later the young priestess awoke with a start face in the dirt and
groaning with pain. A half healed wound on her side made her grown in pain
as she slowly lifted herself up and looked at the smoking runes of
silvermoon that she so fought to protect. Looking to her left and right
she sees one of the young warriors of her house laying against a tree.
slowly crawling over to him she lifted up his head and looked in to those
blank lifeless eyes. confusion swept over her face as realizations that the
warrior must have dragged her here and saved her life, paying for it with
his own... Tears running down her cheeks she wept as she laid his body
down for his final rest. Picking up his sword she cut off the edges of her
priestess robes and took a oath to rebuild House en'isilme. Using the sword
to lift her self from the ground she stood and looked down at her home,
and slowly started the journey to destroy the scourge
dedicated warriors, mages and hunters. Dedicating there life to improving
there skills and hiring themselves out to those needing profession help that
they offered. Over the years they gained much respect and amassed greater
wealth for there services, those few that joined together soon became a
family and there offspring grew and gained skills joining in to the fight
that there parantice started. Using the wealth and respect this mercenary
group formed a house and dedicated themselves to the protection of there home
land, quel'thalas and the city of silvermoon, Naming themselves House
en'isilme. Becoming the moonlight of silvermoon to fight and protect
silvermoon and her home lands from all who would harm them.
Many Centuries passed as there numbers grew in ways that no one would have
ever imaged. Those wishing to join the house from the outside and the
family breeding what would be known as "True Bloods en'isilme" Those born
of house members and family to grow up and become greater leaders of the
house. The power and formidable fighting skill from there ranks was
noticed by the royal court of silvermoon and en'isilme was asked to be part
of the royal guard to protect the royal blood lines of silvermoon.
Years passed and as House en'isilme grew with young-lings and strong warriors
and grate magical ability. Word started to spread of the scourge invasion
of the human world. Many gave little thought to human problems seemingly so
far away tell arthus himself started his march on quel'thalas and
silvermoon. Warriors and mages gathered to fight and House en'isilme
gathered its forces to protect the true blood joining the guardians of
silvermoon to protect the royal blood of silvermoon, when the worst thing
happened that could, the destruction of the sun well and the attack of
arthus.
Death on all sides, Blood covered the streets and the scourge seemed
unstoppable. But Silvermoon fought with all it had and so did en'isilme.
Thousands of scourge fell to the elven swords but slowly the undead
advanced almost unstoppable tell the time only a few left standing. Among
those just five remained of en'isilme. A young priestess, high mage and a
few warriors of the ranks of the house when the time to came for the few
survivors of silvermoon to escape. So en'isilme stood its ground with
others to give those that needed to flee the time to escape.
Days later the young priestess awoke with a start face in the dirt and
groaning with pain. A half healed wound on her side made her grown in pain
as she slowly lifted herself up and looked at the smoking runes of
silvermoon that she so fought to protect. Looking to her left and right
she sees one of the young warriors of her house laying against a tree.
slowly crawling over to him she lifted up his head and looked in to those
blank lifeless eyes. confusion swept over her face as realizations that the
warrior must have dragged her here and saved her life, paying for it with
his own... Tears running down her cheeks she wept as she laid his body
down for his final rest. Picking up his sword she cut off the edges of her
priestess robes and took a oath to rebuild House en'isilme. Using the sword
to lift her self from the ground she stood and looked down at her home,
and slowly started the journey to destroy the scourge