#theRPmoo RP Story

[kierannin]

A Tale to Tell

00. Prelude

The Kaldorei live for a very long time. A very, incredibly long time. Even in my short two centuries I have done and seen so much… I am unsure if I will be able to keep track of it all. So I write. About what I’ve seen, what I’ve done, who I’ve met, who I’ve lost. I will start with the time of my childhood, because it was the events of my childhood that lead me to where I am now. It is not as clear as I would like it to be, as much of my thoughts are darkened by the more recent past. I will share this only with those who may read this, for otherwise I feel as if I may drown in my own thoughts.

My name is Kierannin Moonfeather, formerly of the family name Deathbloom. I began my life born to two Kaldorei. One, my father, a warrior and scout for our people. The other, my mother, a Priestess to our Lady Elune. I was the second child, born later into their lives. My brother had already reached his fourth century by the time I joined the world. For as long as I could remember he was a Warden of our people, stationed at the sacred tree in Hyjal. Theadrin was a good brother, a kind brother, and I grew to love him very much. The highlight of my childhood was when he would visit us, brief week long visits filled with adventures and stories. I’m certain that only half of the stories were true, and even those were only half truths.

Ama’diya, my mother, was not the best of Priestesses. But she did what she could for the outlying villagers in the place once known as Auberdine. My father, Ladon, worked hard to protect the area and hunt. He worked well with the Sentinels, although he was never one of them. My childhood was filled with each of them teaching me how the Kaldorei are, and how we are meant to be. Protectors of the land, of our forests. Guardians of Elune, even those who are not blessed to follow Her light. At least, that was what they told me. I know now that not everyone believes as they did.

It wasn’t until shortly into my first century that I began the training that my mother wished of me. She brought me one day to the Temple of Elune in Darnassus. The first time I had ever set foot in the capitol of my people. It was… Impressive. I was awed when I first entered the Temple. Ama’diya took me to meet her friend and mentor, the guide that had helped my mother become the Priestess she was. They talked with me, I cannot remember what was said, and I began taking steps towards becoming a Priestess myself. Although, it was short lived.

Not long after I started working with both my mother and Lilora things became… Tricky. This was the first Battle for Mount Hyjal. I was nearing my second century when the demons attacked the World Tree, and the fighting bled down into Darkshore, the place now called the Felwood, and even Ashenvale. I am not positive how far the demons spread, but I know that our home on the outskirts of Auberdine was attacked. Along with many others. Both of my parents were killed by demons. I… The… My father went first. He… Went down fighting. Protecting mother and myself. Mother tried her best to hide me, told me to blend with the shadows. I had always had a knack for that. I hid in their room, tucked away in my mothers robes and the gentle cloths that my father enjoyed wearing. She tried to protect me, but the… Felstalkers took her. They were merciless. A creature with red skin followed the four legged monstrosities into the home, and the beasts scented me in my hiding place. The red skinned creature, what I now know to be an Eredar, approached where I was and dragged me out. Away from the home, where I could see the remains of my mother, drained of everything. Where I could see my father, still partially alive but bleeding out. The Eredar made a show of killing me. Sneering at the futility of my father attempting to save me. I… Cannot remember what it felt like. But the Eredar had dragged a blade of some sort across my neck, severing so much, and yet not enough.

I still survived. Longer than my father. Long enough for Theadrin to arrive for his monthly visit and see the devastation. He had rushed home after things had settled, and found his family destroyed. Yet, he still thought he could save us. Me. I don’t remember him picking me up and carrying me to the nearest Moonwell, but he did. He told me how he plead and plead, begging for at least me to be saved. His beloved little sister. As he dipped me into the waters, he swore to the stars that the Moonwell glowed like the brightest patch of moonlight he had ever seen, and what would have been the killing blow of the Eredars blade, closed. Healing into a jagged scar. Even more, when he could look once again at the Moonwell where I lay drenched in the healing waters, my family's traditional black hair had paled to the color of the moon. White as the purest star. It was a shock to him, to say the least.

He was worried that only the body had healed, and that I was too far gone. But I took a breath. He described it to me that I took my first shuddering, ragged breath and he knew that I was alive. From there I remember waking up in the village closest to Darnassus in Darkshore. North of Auberdine. Lor’danil was where he had taken me to hope that I would heal and survive. He stayed with me, for a few weeks. Until I was strong enough to move and talk. Learning how to speak again with the healing was… A struggle. But in the end I surpassed it. Even in the aftermath of such a brutal battle, there were strange creatures that haunted my dreams. Pink skinned, short, with no ears. When I asked about them, I was told “humans” were what they were called.

They had fought with our people. Fiercely, loyally, strong. They threw themselves at the demons our people had been cursed to face with a reckless abandon. Something I admired. I became restless. Asking eventually of someone if they knew where I could find more of these humans. The Kaldorei I approached thought I was insane, but told me that to the south was an encampment of them. Very far to the south, along the eastern coast in a marsh. An odd place to build a colony, but it set my heart on fire to think that perhaps I was able to find them, learn how they fought and potentially repay the favor they had given by helping us in our time of need.

I had nothing left in Darkshore, and many people knew it. Not yet an adult, and still no longer a child. They humored me. Lending an older hippogryph, one that was nearing his last legs and needed a good place to retire. I would be his last charge, and he would return to Feralas, the place of his birth which was not too far of a fly west of the marsh. I packed what little remains I had, visiting my home one last time. I could not lift my fathers swords, but I took his hunting dagger. My mother never had any weapons, but I dug through her jewelry box and found a pendant that she had worn as an apprentice priestess. A full moon pendant hanging from a delicate silver chain. I did not believe that Elune was with me, but by bringing my mothers pendant, and my fathers dagger… They could be with me as I continued forward in my life.

My only regret was that the attack had happened at all. With my mind made up, I began the path towards who I would become, the old hippogryph and myself flying to the newly formed Theramore in Dustwallow Marsh.

[ladyknight-goodwin-blog]

OOC Introductions

((Hi! I’d just like to give a bit of info about Kim, and so on. Kimbry is a bit of a pet project for myself and my husband. She will commonly be seen having adventures with the Northrend born Runecasting Worgen not-quite-DK Eyrikur.

I know I know, if he isn’t a DK, why play the class? He has DK training, and there’s actually a lot of story to go with him that will probably shine through within the story. There are big plans for them, and its kinda our own story. I do intend on RPing her publicly, but as with any “powerful” characters (again, story!) she will be decidedly underplayed. I hope that Kimbry becomes a fantastic character for myself to play, and others to play with. She is an archetype I have been too afraid to play with, and I might need some gentle nudging in the right direction if my Knight Lore is a bit off. I’m pulling from the Arthas book, as she is a Paladin, as well as one of my favorite other series’s. (It’s a set I grew up with, and leme tell you, the whole Lady Knight feel for Kim is what I’m shooting for. Without a doubt. Though there are other influences from the same world.) 

I will be starting off with her as a young, freshly Knighted Lady in the days of Cata at roughly 19. For our story, Cata has just happened. They’re hunting down cultists, and we plan on entwining the story up to Legion, where she will be roughly 24. (depending on how Eyrikur’s players days pan out and how much we want to do the RP to level... It’s a new experience for us and we’re both a little unsure with it.) Most of the relay’s for the story will be via an IC “journal” for Kim to record things to better make her reports. I’m not entirely positive how things will pan out to present day in game stuff, and things may wind up changing in her present-day profile due to her “past” day profile.

Please, feel free to message me. Ask me questions about Kim. Discord me (Krissy#5135). Email me. My main blog is @therpmoo and I will almost always reply to emails, messages, or tags either on the main blog or for Kims. I’ve got an email set up for Kim, you can find that one here: lady.knight.goodwin@gmail.com and then there’s my main blog’s email: therpmoo@gmail.com. Want to plot things? Let me know. I want to make more friends this year. Step out of my comfort zone with Kim, and while I may have officer duties elsewhere with my Moo Guild on Moon Guard (Stonewind ish mah bby!), I want to play my Paladin almost as often as I play Pabu or others.

Otherwise... Thank you. I hope to make this a journey for Kim that everyone can enjoy, even if not all the time. Thank you for reading, and I hope to get the entry for the first RP as well as some sketches out for her soon. ))