A fiction based in another game..

[Viosla]

I have others based in EQ but I can't find them at the moment.. perhaps I could just write them again from memory.. although they are rather long... For now some background on this one. When I took a small break from EQ i tried out WoW, and I played on a RP-PvP server. I rather enjoyed the RP though, Part of the guild I had joined asked one to write a background for your character. I ended up creating a sibling for my main character to help with the development of my Main. However in the end my "sibling" ended up being a shared main.. and her story grew dramatically... as did her own back ground.. so here is the back ground of my second main in WoW.. a story that begins with the story of Warcraft 3 and then goes on eventually into WoW. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. And of course eventually the story to follow it. Viosla

Hello I am Cherana Iar'Lithandro

I was born to the minor noble house Iar'Lithandro nearing 190 years ago. Our house or compound resided outside of the now reclaimed Eversong woods, at this time there is nothing left to identify. **OOC: the house and its location are semi described in the Into the Realm Eternal Chapter 3 in the Warcraft III the game, basically where Arthas first begins invasion into what was then the High elf Lands.**

I lived my first 50 or so years as any young elf, of course I was trained in the typical ways of nobility. Most of these skills were not really very interesting to me. It was not until I held my first blade, given to me by my mother, that I found my calling. From that time then on I would practice with her, and then house troops as often as possible, finally progressing to train with our sword master. It was a few years into this, as I moved from student to leader among our troops in battles with various trolls, that my parents decided to have another successor, maybe in case I died in one of these skirmishes? And so it was that my younger sister Charadina was born to our family. I loved my sister even if she was everything I was not. She was silent and observant and studied meticulously in all that my parents wanted her to. While I was the sword she was the scholar. And although we were very different we were inseparable, always I would drag her from her books to play in some trick and always she would drag me back to responsibility. Now I'm not saying I did not take my duties seriously. For as company commander I always took my position seriously, it was only my sister that would I allow to see me slacking in my scholarly duties. For you see, she is my best friend the one you can always show your true self to, and I was thankful for her coming into the world.

Another 130 or so years past my skills in combat had now surpassed all in our house and I was supreme commander of our house forces. Yes that sounds grand but it was a force of no more than 250. My sister had now learned many of the skills that would make her a fine steward of the house. She could manage the land, govern, judge, and had all the makings of a fine leader and head of household. While I lead through force of arms she would lead with her mind. She was all my parents had hoped for, but of course they loved me as well and knew the house would be safe in my hands if ever that day were to come.

And come it did one day messengers arrived requesting our house guard set out in support of the Ranger General. And so a few hours later I set out with a force of 200 to meet the summons of Sylvanas Windrunner our Ranger General. I did not know it then, but this was an ill fated trip.

By mid day my forces were fully positioned, the Ranger General had given us the honor of being allowed to defend the area most likely to encounter the invaders. I chose an engagement location between some large and steep hills, really the most direct route to the city and a good choke point to halt the advance of any invader using a small force in defense. With this in mind I had deployed my forces into a wedge formation allowing for the ease of closing any holes that may form along my lines, as well as making the distance for healers or reserves to travel shorter, and lastly to force my opponents lines to break unevenly against mine.

There was an air of tension as is expected before any battle, but this was nothing new, these were seasoned troops, having fought countless battles against the trolls, this tension only kept my troops alert while we waited. The wait was not long as one of three scouts returned with word, the invaders were no more than ten minutes away from our position and moving toward us. The trees which had served as cover for our scouts also limited our count of the enemy force an unfortunate effect of having been summoned so quickly, we would manage though we had the advantage of choosing the ground in which this battle would take place. Still ten minutes, runners were sent to the companies to expect the attack soon. I mounted my strider then reached to my waist I unhooked my helm and placed it on my head. My strider shifted anxiously below me, I eased him patting his neck then looked to the ground. This which we fight to defend from all outsiders, there will be blood spilled this day, a tear slid down my cheek for those of my forces that would die this day, but whoever you are you will not enter the land eternal, with these last thoughts I looked once again over the battle ground drawing my sword and calling for my shield. No other tears, for now the warrior was needed in me.

The estimation had been accurate within ten minutes the sounds of a force moving through the forest to our open position between the hills could be heard. Again my strider shifted below me, but I had no time now to reassure the beast. The first groups of invaders moved out from the trees toward my lines. This was no organized group though, moving at different rates and spaced with many gaps, a very amateurish charge was my first thought. Arrows then flew up from behind my lines toward the invaders, and they fell, it was not likely many would reach the wedge. Again I looked over the invaders, a steady trickle of forces continued to flow from the forest, still just an unorganized mess of figures, what a waste of men. My archers launched wave after wave of death upon the invaders, soon they would have to climb over their own to get to my lines, the only curious thing was they did to not try to take cover of any sort, their goal seemed to be only to rush my line, those few that made it though were cut down instantly.

A mass of forces erupted from the forest then, still moving at different rates and still with no true formation that I could recognize, but their numbers made up for that. Arrows flew and with so many now attacking our arrows found more targets, but now more of the enemy would make it to the lines. I briefly though about how many casualties for my forces there would be, then put it aside focusing again on the battle. The invaders still made no move for cover, instead sticking to the pure charge tactic, and with the increase in numbers more were making it to my lines despite their heavy losses due to the steady arrow fire. The imbalance became clear though, I simply did not have enough archers no matter how accurate the fire, the battle would be in full soon.

With the enemy full engaged against my lines I brought my strider forward to better observe, my reserve forces following me. Then on the left side of my wedge a few of the enemy and made it inside I deployed a squad to engage. I looked over the line on the left there seemed to be no holes but sometimes the lines in battle shift allowing the enemy a window to slip in. The line seemed firm there though. Arrows still continued there steady wave of death upon the invaders forcing them to crowd against the wedge, so far things were playing out well for us, my only concern in the steady mass coming from the woods and their total disregard for their personal safety. Again I looked over our enemy, no missile attacks of any kind, I sent a runner and shortly after my battle mages began laying waste to the enemy with waves of fire. Then on the right another group of invaders had passed through the line, having revealed that mages I reassigned some of the reserve as skirmishers to protect the inside of the wedge from further breaks, although again I could see no break in the lines. Shortly after this I witnessed several of the enemy literally running or climbing over their own mid battle and falling or jumping full stride over the line, they were quickly dispatched but still this bothered me. A runner arrived from the lines informing me we fight not the living but the dead. As I my gaze went back to the front I called for a message to be sent home. Moments later a rider sped away carrying the news.

It was becoming difficult now to make out much now with the battle in full, the arrows, the skirmishers cleaning up healers running from place to place, mages casing bolts of fire. Then another surge came from the woods ahead, and it flowed much like a swell in a river moving quickly to my forces, crashing against them and over them. The lines disappeared under the wave of dead, the wedge was overrun. I could still see where they should be an area where the dead were simply running over themselves to get past. I could make out gouts of fire exploding from various piles. I released the last of my reserves attempting to stop the wave, to recover the lines. My sword raised I led them charging into the mass of dead.

I had trained now for over a one hundred and fifty years for this moment for this battle, to defend the land eternal from all invaders, we could not fail. My strider was stuck dropping me to the ground. I shook my shield loose now wishing to drop my blade. I used my now free hand to raise myself up, the chaos of battle surrounded me. I swung my blade in every direction for it seemed the enemy was everywhere. I know not how many of the dead I sent to their final rest that day. I know only what came next, as I swung my sword downward finishing another foe, I felt a tug to my left then a sting and coldness in my ribs below my arm. My mind raced as my body suddenly slowed and I felt weakened. Another tug and I then I felt a cold wetness inside my armor flowing down my side and to my waist. Then I began to cough I fell to my knees, blood filled my mouth. I have fallen, there is nothing heroic in this, no one to notice, the dead continue on, the sounds of the battle are fading, I see the ground, again a tear forms in my eye. What will happen to my family, to our people. Darkness....

**Next the fall of House Iar'Lithandro**

[Gorkeyah]

Nice

[Chania]

Nice work!