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Post  Lyranne Thu Mar 06, 2008 6:10 pm

First of all, I could not have hoped for a more hospitable welcome, and for that, I thank all of you for the warm reception I have recieved.

Now, as you may know, I am the Blood Elf Emissary, and so am also honoured to be the first non-Troll to be welcomed into the Guild. MY reasons for wanting the post were - and are - simple to say: I want to see an end to the conflicts that blight our beloved Azeroth, and now Outland. It seems a tough task, but I do see a future where all the races will be equal. Naturally, among my kind, these are not common sentiments - as I believe I mentioned when I first spoke about the job, so I know that it is indeed going to be difficult. I see the Cenarian Druids, and I hold out hope for a genuinely better future.

My reason for believing this comes from something I haven't shared with many people, and it's that I lost my family to Kael'Thas. Losing them changed my outlook. I realised for the first time, the corruption that can take ahold of anyone, even one as noble as my father. I also saw that it was the - some would say 'inherent' - arrogance of my kind that lead to our downfall, even if the Humans and the Alliance are not completely blameless. But I am beyond playing the 'blame game', and so now swear to spend my life making a difference.

As far as anything personal goes, I have not much to say. I grew up without any real turmoil that only affected me.
At a young age, I was touted as a natural for the role of Paladin (although I feel that this was more my fathers influence than anything else), and so studied hard the history of Azeroth and, amongst other things, the threat of the scourge. I discovered, very quickly, that they were as the history books tell; a genuine threat.

As some of you may know, I don't always have my magic addiction under control, but I have recently visited the elders of Mulgore, who have helped me find alternatives. I may still occasionally lapse, but so far, I have not since.

Currently, my search for additional Emissaries has been in vain, but I shall not stop in this endevour.

Sincerely, Lyranne Magrette Sainx'augé.


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Post  Lyranne Fri Mar 28, 2008 2:17 pm

Lyranne's life lessons

My true reasons for my disdain with Silvermoon, and fellow Sin'Dorei:

My family were wealthy, and lower ranked magi. I had been told at a young age that I did not have their gift for magic, and was instead recommended to train as a priest. My parents were over-protective, and so I found life at home somewhat frustrating. But I was rebellious, and so, although my parents tried to keep me safe, I'd sneak out into the City and surrounding areas to find people to talk to. Naturally, I needed a disguise, so I went by the alias 'Deyyania'. Finding myself liberated from my inherited trappings, I could be myself. I made some friends, including a troll, who we just knew as 'tall one'.
she was headstrong, like I was, and although we didn't always see eye to eye, I consider her my best friend at that point in my life. I have since found out that this Troll was none other than Ryleen. of course, back then I was emaciated through heavy addiction, and we never knew each others real names (as I was desperate not to be found out), and she was younger then.
I started to talk to my parents about why I felt we needed to change our treatment of others, and eventually, they started to listen. It wasn't easy:
Firstly, as they were of moderate social standing, they had to keep up the pretence of being loyal. Secondly, there was the very real chance that it would come to nothing. We first thought about liberating 'servents', and passing out pamphlets encouraging people to be individuals. So we set about planning what would be our first of several night-time missions. As we carried on, we started thinking about infiltrating the City guard with a spy or two, so that we knew the best places to strike. This is where I first met Dessein J'arr - a rogue. he was a master of shadows, and provided us with all our best information.

Our missions were going fine for a long time. we were even able - with the help of Dessein's contacts - able to 'liberate' gold from certain houses, and distribute it amongst those we helped get away from the City.
Of course, this did not go unnoticed, but the City didn't want any news getting out, so the actions were downplayed to minor robberies and escapes/relocations.

Alas, our luck ran out. Several things happened that ended it all: After training for so long to be a priest, I was then told I'd be better suited to being a Paladin, so I was called away for my training, and so had to leave. I entrusted the proceedings to Marran, as I assumed he'd be the last suspected. Whatever happened, we were betrayed. Someone in our group led them to my parents, and most of those we freed (as they were hiding in abandoned houses, and our own mansion until they could be safely moved on). They rounded them up, and killed them all, branding my parents traitors. As I was out of the City, I wasn't suspected, as although I was involved heavily, and they knew my real name, I was able to hide behind 'Deyy'. I found out as Slyraen, an Orc shaman who assisted us found me, and said I should head back as soon as I could, and so we travelled back together.

My house was a burnt husk, and I found that I no longer knew anyone in Silvermoon. Even casual friends seemed to have left, maybe hearing of what was to transpire, or just out of luck. But I was alone. I had thought that the 'tall one' had been killed, as although she didn't take part in any of this, she was a Troll, and they seemed hellbent on killing anyone they thought might be linked to the crimes.

I found out relatively recently that the order for my parents and cohorts to be rounded up and killed came from the Bloodknights. They were seen as betraying all that was held dear, and so it cost them their lives. Upon hearing this, I fled Silvermoon, and renounced my only recently acquired knighthood, swearing a vow never to wear the tabard or associate myself with the order ever again.

The City has changed little. People are still not able to speak their minds, and the amount of freedoms that are heavily restricted are stifling. It is an abhorrent place, and I can not subject myself to. And so, I have relocated to Thunder Bluff, A place where I feel safe. I know not if Anyone from Silvermoon are after Lyranne, so when I do visit, I use my alias, which I also try to maintain out of the City.

(( I apologise for certain inconsistencies between not only this and the first post - which I will edit properly - and possibly with accepted lore. Alas, I haven't got any major resource material to work with, and so am having to just try and make it seem at leat partially coherent and grounded. Additionally, Although I've since edited it, I aknowledge it's stilted. But consider it more bullet points in Lyranne's life, and it makes it almost readable. ))

(( P.S If you read this, you have my thanks *smiles* ))

Edit: Many adjustments, so that it appears as something of a mess.
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Post  Lyranne Sat Jul 12, 2008 12:41 pm

If you listen closely to the wind, to the shifting tides of life, you may hear a young Sin'dorei cry. Lost in herself, and with nowhere to turn, Lyranne is dying.

Some will blame the Bloodthistle, or else the general need to tap, but it's a combination of those, the spirit link with her tribe, and emotional distress. Simply put: She can't cope.

Deyyania now lives, a part of Lyranne that was just an alias, just a name, has now been given the chance at life in place of the struggling elf. But Deyyania is young, she's vulnerable and naive. Lyranne, wanting to just fade away, has been kept alive by Deyy needing a friend - a protector.

Oh, how she wishes for the sweet embrace of oblivion, for she feels that is her just reward.

And so, Lyranne screams for the nothing to swallow her whole, but she can't just leave Deyy on her own. Looking deep into her tortured soul, she struck upon the idea:
"Teach her what I know. Tell her of my friends, those whom I love and cherish. Those that kept me safe and warm. When she knows them all, I shall make one last attempt to surface. Then, I'll request help wih my obliteration. Maybe they'll refuse, but maybe they'll see it's the only way to save the poor girl who now inhabits my body. I want to love Deyy, as though she were my own daughter - which she is.
"She would be about the same age, if she still lived. How had I forgotten? It makes no difference. I failed her long ago, succumbed to my hunger, and all but abandoned her. She deserved better. Deyyania, Jelanda... They both need someone strong. I'll never tell Deyy. I'll never tell her of that pain, of that regret. That... Sorrow. The empty pit in my soul. For now, I'll keep a watch over you, my darling daughter. I'll keep you safe, tell you when to run, and when to confide. I'll try and speak to some, which means you'll have to sleep for a short duration. but it needs to be done."

Lyranne looks at the reflection in the water, tears falling gently. he picks up the bear that Jimar had given 'Deyy'. A stuffed toy bear that had done so much more for them both than even he could possibly realise.
"I was so wrong about you, Jimar. And even after that, you have done so much." Lyranne sighs, and closes her eyes. "I've lost the ability to feel emotions... I guess the emptiness is a way to cope. But I can no longer laugh, or cry... I try and grasp at them, but they are as wisps. I no longer feel despair, or sorrow. I can judge my actions for what they were and I know that I could have done nothing... But to live without emotions? No, Deyy needs this life more than I.
"I shall remain for as long as needed, but even now, I feel my strangth wane. Am I killing Deyy? Am I killing my friends? I want to talk to them, but Deyy's so strong. She's everything I was, and everything I cared about. When she's alseep next, I'll talk to someone, or write a letter. But if she awakes, would that trauma do and lasting damage?"
She looks about her, and chuckles weakly, drying her eyes as best she can.
"Even in this state, being aware I'm dying, and that I'm growing weaker with each day, I still manage to lie to myself. Emotions... I guess they're a funny thing. I don't have a need for them, but in wanting to protect my daughter and my friends, I need them. I need the bond they give us. And... I cherish it." Lyranne starts to shake, and looks away from the reflection. "Oh my daughter, how I failed you... To die so young... And now, I've got this second chance, I chose. I chose to allow you a life. But I can never tell you, ever. No one can. I have to keep this secret, for the both of us."

(( Apologies if this seems to make little sense, it's a merging of various thoughts/conversations Lyranne has had with herself. I would hope this explains just what it is for Lyranne to die, and that even if Deyy is not an adult, she will at least be a more rounded individual than her 'mother'. Additionally, the resurfacing will be an IC way to quickly forewarn certain people of exactly how bad Lyranne is, mentally. Though I'll try and make it as natural as possible. Additionally, a shaman may well have heard this, as her spirit is in turmoil. ))
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