The astromancers told me I was born under the star of war, and looking back they're probably right.

I was born in the High Elven Capital City of Silvermoon in Quel thalas the day the first war began between the humans of Stormwind and the orcs luckily enough the war didnt come as far north as Quel thalas.

5 Years later we werent so lucky, the orcish horde had destroyed stormwind and marched its way up to the forests of quel thalas guided by those digusting forest trolls of the amani tribe, thankfully our magics kept them at bay that they chose to focus on the humans capital city of lorderon though eventually the elven and human alliance forced the horde back to blackrock spire and ended the orcish threat permanantly.

20 years later,  i was a member of the Farstriders protecting silvermoon from the amani and any other minor threats that may come then they came, the traitorous prince Arthas and his army of undead, we fought our hardest but nothing could stem the tide of this scourge. I was overwhelmed by shear numbers and blacked out...

I awoke to find 8 long years had passed, apparently the prince had left a small pocket of elves behind who had cared for me while he took the rest on his journey across azeroth and outland. During this time the majority of our people had returned and we retook silvermoon and quel thalas for the sindorei (it was explained while i was out what had happened to our people)

It was then we received aid from an unlikely source, not the humans of azeroth who we'd aided time and time again in ages past, but the forsaken, the same undead who'd ravaged our beautiful quel thalas but having regained their free will, and through them the entirety of the horde.

Having suffered the horrific pain of withdrawal since the sunwell was corrupted and the light abandoned us, a miracle happened, our prince delivered to us a creature he had captured of pure light called a naaru through which we were able to sate said addiction.

Grand Magister Rommath had an even better idea to do with the captured being, he was able to teach us how to drain the light from the creature and wield it in a manner similar to the paladins of the silver hand, wishing to wield this power against our enemies i was one of the first to volunteer and so the blood knights of silvermoon were born.

After several weeks of training to control this new power, i was sent through the dark portal to meet up with the rest of our people and bring news back to silvermoon, what i heard made my blood run cold, our prince Kaelthas had betrayed us all and joined the Burning Legion.

Over the coming months, we put an end (at least we thought at the time) to the treasonous prince, his naga witch ally and the betrayer who'd set our race down this path. Things seemed to be finally going well, but the prince hadnt died at Tempest Keep and with a small army of "felblood" elves he stole Muru from SIlvermoon and took it to the sunwell plateau where he was attempting to use it and the remants of the sunwell to summon Kiljaden the deceiver into Azeroth.

Members of both the alliance and horde stormed the Sunwell Plateau and ended Kaelthas once and for all and banished Kiljaden back to the twisting nether.

Using the core of the fallen Naaru Muru, The dreanei prophet Velen purified the corrupted sunwell which also allowed us to draw its holy light without draining the Naaru.

Since that time i was given leave from the blood knights to better serve the horde travelling around to the cold north of Northrend where we finished off the Lich King Arthas Menethil and finally got justice for all the elves he slaughtered to the Maelstrom itself caused when the dragon aspect Deathwing caused the 2nd Sundering of Azeroth, to the hidden continent to the south of Pandaria where we had to slay our traitorous Warchief infused with the power of one of the old gods.

After that i was recalled to silvermoon for a few years to train up new blood knights while this alternate outland/dreanor campaign happened but then the burning legion returned thanks to the alternate version of the warlock Guldan and i was called on to lead all the paladins of azeroth and given the former highlords weapon the ashbringer, after stopping Guldan in the NIghthold, we turned our attention to the Tomb of Sargeras his Equivalent had raised from the ocean floor 30 years previous, and went in to cleanse the demonic taint including an avatar of sargeras himself (luckily not possessed by the titans spirit at the time) and jumped into a portal that lead to kiljadens flag ship.

It was a fierce battle but then something unusual happened, at the same time i unleashed the holy power of the Ashbringer, Kiljaden unleashed a huge burst of felfire and one of the shadow priests there unleashed void energy, all 3 collided and i woke in this strange new world, the ashbringer and kiljaden no where in sight.Luckily i still had my old sword and shield so i wasnt defenseless.

The magic in the air was so rich and untamed, it felt so similar to the sunwell before the scourge but at the same time completely different, and while i could still feel my connection to the light, it felt warped for lack of a better term, i was unable to do a lot of my old abilities but new ones became available so i improvised the best i can.

So i search for a way back to azeroth or even outland, just some way to get home.....