Post by Rheyna on Dec 15, 2005 17:27:10 GMT -5
My history is mundane and normal, a rarity in this strife-torn world, I know. I grew up the second daughter and fourth child of a small keep-holder and his wife deep in the Elder March hills of Alterac. My home is hard to find, hard to know it even exists, and thus, we at home were spared many of the terrors of a war that seemed to pass us by.
Both my elder brothers died fighting in those last great battles. We were lucky enough to be able to burn their bodies and see their souls to a safe haven, so I know for certain that they got clean deaths, and were not doomed to the legions of Forsaken.
My father died an entirely natural death soon after my brothers were buried, and my youngest brother now holds the keep for the Alliance. I visit when I can, but it's only rarely that my travels take me to my family home.
Once in my childhood, my father took me to Stormwind with him. When I saw the postulants at the cathedral, I knew I wanted to be one of them. My mother, as mothers will, immediately began to build castles in the air, seeing me in some distant future, presiding over services in the Cathedral of Light.
Well, I know better than to say "never" about anything, and I realize I have no idea how the future might play out. On the other hand, my firm belief is that my calling is to the life of a mendicant priest, helping out where I may, and constantly striving to hold closer to the Light.
It is only after beginning my wanderings that my story has taken on any interest at all. I am currently working on an investigation into a masssacre that resulted in the disappearance of my cousin Vlad and his wife. Since he was a very skilled paladin, I fear the kind of power it must have taken to overpower him and claim the two of them.
One day soon, I will share some of my journal entries about this project so far. At the moment, the investigation is somewhat quiescent, as my allies and I try to learn more about what we are facing.
During my seasons of training, we (of course) studied both Light and Shadow. I barely managed to pass my Shadow exams, but when it came to Holy skills, I was at the top of my class. Even now, I use Shadow spells sparingly, as I do not trust my abilities with them.
I don't distrust Shadow, per se, or even those who wield it; I just don't have the same soul-deep connection to that Power as I do to the Light, which is my haven, my inspiration, and the source of my powers.
I am Rheyna. I am a Holy Priest.
Both my elder brothers died fighting in those last great battles. We were lucky enough to be able to burn their bodies and see their souls to a safe haven, so I know for certain that they got clean deaths, and were not doomed to the legions of Forsaken.
My father died an entirely natural death soon after my brothers were buried, and my youngest brother now holds the keep for the Alliance. I visit when I can, but it's only rarely that my travels take me to my family home.
Once in my childhood, my father took me to Stormwind with him. When I saw the postulants at the cathedral, I knew I wanted to be one of them. My mother, as mothers will, immediately began to build castles in the air, seeing me in some distant future, presiding over services in the Cathedral of Light.
Well, I know better than to say "never" about anything, and I realize I have no idea how the future might play out. On the other hand, my firm belief is that my calling is to the life of a mendicant priest, helping out where I may, and constantly striving to hold closer to the Light.
It is only after beginning my wanderings that my story has taken on any interest at all. I am currently working on an investigation into a masssacre that resulted in the disappearance of my cousin Vlad and his wife. Since he was a very skilled paladin, I fear the kind of power it must have taken to overpower him and claim the two of them.
One day soon, I will share some of my journal entries about this project so far. At the moment, the investigation is somewhat quiescent, as my allies and I try to learn more about what we are facing.
During my seasons of training, we (of course) studied both Light and Shadow. I barely managed to pass my Shadow exams, but when it came to Holy skills, I was at the top of my class. Even now, I use Shadow spells sparingly, as I do not trust my abilities with them.
I don't distrust Shadow, per se, or even those who wield it; I just don't have the same soul-deep connection to that Power as I do to the Light, which is my haven, my inspiration, and the source of my powers.
I am Rheyna. I am a Holy Priest.
