I had quite an encounter
this weekend. One of the vile kaldorei, a hunter by the name of Ocba,
attacked our towns deep within Eversong Woods. His goal was to kill as
many Sin'dorei as possible it seems, and bring more misery to our
people. He is a kaldorei of ill repute, as are many of their kind. It is
rumored that he has slain young and old alike without regards for
whether or not his foes were civilians, or innocents. I have heard he
has even slain children! It was natural that I had to defend our home
against this dire threat, and so I reluctantly rode out to face him,
knowing the danger he posed.
He was far more powerful than I expected. His skill with the bow is matched only by a few that I've seen. Every arrow was fired with deadly precision, and it was only through frantic casting of my spells that I was able to deflect his shots and keep the arrows from my flesh. As the battle wore on and other Sin'dorei were slain around me, I became desperate, knowing my magic would fail in time, and that this evil creature would be free to slay the innocents that lay in the nearby Fairbreeze village. I was their shield against this darkness, and I had to stand firm.
My magic failed me. I knew it would be but a matter of time, since the arrows were falling down upon me like rain. As the last barrier between me and death shattered, I felt the first of the kaldorei's shots whip through my hair, and I knew the next would be the last thing I would see in this life.
It was then that he saved me.
He came from nowhere. Charging from the brush with his plate armor gleaming in the fading sunlight. He was adorned like the avatar of a god of war, covered in metal from head to foot and with a sword the length of my body. Even as Ocba set another arrow and prepared to fire, that length of metal flicked out and severed the bowstring. My savior moved with a grace that I have rarely seen, dancing around the bewildered Kaldorei and driving him back with blow after blow, until the fiend was forced to flee our lands.
He turned to me and inquired after my health, and it was that familiar voice that I've come to know over the past few weeks. The poet and scholar with whom I have had such lovely conversations. Tanisrian Trueseeker. I was stunned to see him thus, as if another aspect of his being was standing before me. Gone was the scholarly robe and gentle demeanor. Instead I saw the warrior. The fighter and defender of our people. My savior. My hero.
I will never forget what he did. My admiration for his deeds will linger long in my thoughts.
*Below this diary entry is a sketch of a sin'dorei warrior in gleaming armor with a greatsword in hand. It appears to have been hand drawn by Biara.*
He was far more powerful than I expected. His skill with the bow is matched only by a few that I've seen. Every arrow was fired with deadly precision, and it was only through frantic casting of my spells that I was able to deflect his shots and keep the arrows from my flesh. As the battle wore on and other Sin'dorei were slain around me, I became desperate, knowing my magic would fail in time, and that this evil creature would be free to slay the innocents that lay in the nearby Fairbreeze village. I was their shield against this darkness, and I had to stand firm.
My magic failed me. I knew it would be but a matter of time, since the arrows were falling down upon me like rain. As the last barrier between me and death shattered, I felt the first of the kaldorei's shots whip through my hair, and I knew the next would be the last thing I would see in this life.
It was then that he saved me.
He came from nowhere. Charging from the brush with his plate armor gleaming in the fading sunlight. He was adorned like the avatar of a god of war, covered in metal from head to foot and with a sword the length of my body. Even as Ocba set another arrow and prepared to fire, that length of metal flicked out and severed the bowstring. My savior moved with a grace that I have rarely seen, dancing around the bewildered Kaldorei and driving him back with blow after blow, until the fiend was forced to flee our lands.
He turned to me and inquired after my health, and it was that familiar voice that I've come to know over the past few weeks. The poet and scholar with whom I have had such lovely conversations. Tanisrian Trueseeker. I was stunned to see him thus, as if another aspect of his being was standing before me. Gone was the scholarly robe and gentle demeanor. Instead I saw the warrior. The fighter and defender of our people. My savior. My hero.
I will never forget what he did. My admiration for his deeds will linger long in my thoughts.
*Below this diary entry is a sketch of a sin'dorei warrior in gleaming armor with a greatsword in hand. It appears to have been hand drawn by Biara.*
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