WoW: Who I Was Who I Am

Lorien. The sound of summer on the leaves in the forests of Silvermoon. Patience and kindness, grace and versatility. It was the voice of joy and the jewel in the crown of my family. Lorien, Lorien, sweet little Lorien. Trevaine who chose to follow the Ranger General. Verimir who became a paladin of the light. Lorien, what was little Lorien? She was a toy, she was a prize, she was a possession. In secret, where I planned my escape from drudgery and tiresome days filled with empty babble of nobles, I dreamed of joining the front, of fighting on the lines where lives mattered. But what little I managed to scrape together, it wasn't enough to save my mother or father. It was only enough to cling feebly to the ankles of a scourge as they hacked at me, giving my brothers wife and child time to escape. Lorien, brave little Lorien who became the whisper in the leaves of a dead city.

Lorien Alluvenna, the noble born daughter of a High Elven family who died bravely when the scourge Horde raided her homeland. Later raised in service to the Lich King, then freed from his influence and returned to fight under Koltira's command, loyal to his word. Koltira however worries as she seems to be one of the few Death Knights who are having difficulty regaining their emotions and memories, so he sets a more adjusted DK, Miranis to watch over her, hoping that his influence will be enough to help bring out the kinder aspects of the woman who calls herself Bhryn now.

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