Master Archenon Duskrider 

Background

The diary of Archenon Duskrider:

*On the top of the first page there are a few sentences written *

-Some dates have been added later, these dates are in human counting using the first war as a reference point. Those years between brackets are the human ones.

-A.A. Means ‘after ancients’ which refers to the war of the ancients, for those not familiar with elven calendars.

*most pages are not very interesting, the boy lived a happy comfortable life with his family which served the house of Windrunner*

5th day of summer, 9860 A.A. (-140)

Tomorrow I’ll turn 110, which means I’ll have to join the Windrunner army soon. I can imagine the face of my father, so full of pride when I join… foolish arse. I want to make my own choice, I won’t join the army and they can’t make me! If I can not convince them tomorrow, I’ll pack my bags and leave this place. I’m not sure where I’ll go, but I’ll be freer than when I join the army.

6th day of summer, 9860A.A. (-140)

Damn that father of mine! He doesn’t understand me at all! All he can talk about is duty. The duty to the Windrunners. I’m not saying I don’t want to defend my homeland, but I do not want to be forced to do so! I’m running away tonight. I’ll climb the cliffs south of here, and head over the mountains.

*You notice nothing special; he’s been out in the woods, trying to avoid being seen. But the next date is a bit more interesting*

25th day of winter, 9861A.A. (-139)

Today I was attacked by 2 forest trolls! I was camping out in the woods when they suddenly “surrounded” me, as far as you can surround a person with two trolls. I thought I was done for when a human, a lumberjack, came out of the woods behind them and cut them down! He took me to the nearest village, Heartglen. Now I get to work in a smithy, nothing special, just making hoof irons all day. Boring work, but at least I have a roof over my head again, and I chose to do this. They have been really nice to me so far.

*His time in the smithy is peaceful but rather boring you notice. Nothing special happens until they move to the kingdom of Azeroth, because of the new resources discovered*

4th day of spring, 9898A.A (-102)   

I can’t believe they did this to me! They kicked me out! They called me a freak! They didn’t understand why I looked the same as I did thirty years ago. They know I’m of elven kind and yet they do not understand. I remind them of their own mortality. What the hell do I care?! What am I supposed to do?! I can’t live of hunting in these woods! Humans can’t be trusted, remember that!

*Reading on it seems he was taken in by the clerics of Northshire. He stays with them for over 95 years. When the first war starts he fights with the humans, but eventually has to flee north with them*

 16th day of spring, 10 001A.A. (1)

We have been refugees in Lordaeron for over a year now. I am still travelling with what’s left of the clerics. Their head Alonsus Faol is creating a new order which I’m hoping to join.

32nd day of autumn, 10 005A.A. (5)

I have been a knight of the silver hand for three years now. Finally my test of strength is coming. From the south comes the army which destroyed Stormwind, the army which plans to do the same with this nation and with my ancient home should they get the chance. We will stop them even if it costs us our lives.

*An orc army reached quel’thalas, and though it was impossible for the humans to send their army, Archenon hurried to his home after hearing the latest report*

1st day of summer, 10 006A.A. (6)

I have defended Quel’thalas with my brothers. The orcs were stopped at the Elrendar River. Apparently I made a good impression for they relieved me from my duties to the Windrunner house. I’m now returning to my order. I’m guessing they won’t be happy for me leaving without permission. I feel as if I have done the right thing though.

*You skip the pages of no importance and come to the part on the third war*

19th day of winter, 10 025A.A. (25)

As I write this I can hear the scourge coming, they have shattered our defences everywhere and are coming close to Silvermoon. I’m here alone, without my order. They betrayed me. I asked them for help and they betrayed me. They rather tend to their wounded than save those in true need. I heard Arthas himself leads the undead force. Is there no end to the betrayal of humans? I will try to hold them here, on falconwing square together with my brothers in arms.

We failed … I failed … they broke thru us like water flowing over just another rock in the river. I and another soldier hid ourselves inside a house. There is a woman here also, she’s badly injured. I may soothe the wounds and heal to a certain degree but I can not make flesh grow out of thin air. If she doesn’t get help soon she’ll die.

It’s been days…I think…It’s always dark outside, but we’ve been here for so long… We used to hear screaming in the distance, but now that’s stopped too! We sometimes see shadows moving beneath the door.

The undead know we’re in here! We can hear them scratching at the door, some even tried to bite their way through. We hid ourselves on the second floor. But we can not hold on much longer. The woman didn’t get upstairs, the wound to her leg is too serious. She’s sleeping in a corner downstairs.

One got in!! We were attacked by an undead while I was on guard duty! The other soldier and I managed to kill it though. But if one got in … Who knows what they did to the woman. Neither of us is willing to go down and check.

Everything is going to be ok now … Kael’thas’ men saved us; we’re going to reclaim Quel’thalas; as for the woman turns out she was the undead. She must have died in her sleep.

I decided I’ll join the blood knights … at least I’ll be sure they fight for Quel’thalas. Not for some human who already survived the war but is wounded. As for their way of using the light … I’ll just use the light my own way …

*All other pages are blank*