10-02-2006, 04:27 AM
I am called Saraya and nothing more. My surname has long since been lost to me. I leave it with the past of my life as one of the living.
I was once a priest on duty in the walls of stormwind, and now I roam the lands in this decaying form still seeking the virtue within the light, following the ways of the holy and the disciplined.
I roamed the land seeking revenge for my murder, false accusations against me have caused my downfall into the world of the unliving. My grudge against a paladin kept me going without a second thought. The sweet taste of revenge against this murderous being is what I wanted to fill my decaying lips. Many years had gone by, locked in a battle of wits, will power and strength until the fateful day of wich I met my mortal foe in my home of brill. There he awaited me with his weapon drawn. I looked down upon him, determined to win this quarrel. He never remembered me...his former lover...the one her murdered in cold blood. My determation sought me through the grueling battle. His body burned with my righteous light, he lay their gasping for air, speaking nonsense into the night air. I simply laughed at the foolish Alyxander, and it was there, where he died, his body singed beyong recognition that I ressureccted him, binding him to my soul, to serve me to earn his right to be a free soul. With invisible chains he shall now follow me into eternity.
In life I only had my family...the church, and my lover..Alyxander...atleast until he betrayed me. Now, in my death I seek understanding, a sort of adopted family, someplace I can feel at home.
The greatest trial I have face in my life...and death was killing Alyxander, but is something that simply had to be done. His crimes and his corruption could not go unpunished. And now, he will find the light he once held.
My goal...I have met my goal, and what is there now? Nothing but to grow strong so that I may aid the family and friends of wich I seek. I wish my holy aura to gain its own strength, to heal the wounds, and hold my allies from the brink of death.
Adventures...that is but a deluded word with wich its meaning can be contradicted from person to person. Although, had I have to choose just one...I would say the ressurection into the world of the horde, beginning my life a new...that is my greatest adventure.
The laws...something everyone must have, wether a small clan or a large city...sometimes being hard to keep, I will abide by these rules of life as a tribesman, may my own soul be destroyed in the inferno of molten core should I disobey the laws layed down by the leaders.
[[OOC INFO: I have experience in all raid instances except for AQ40 and BWL. As my guild on shattered hand has only just begun BWL, they have not tried AQ40. Also, I have extensive experience as a holy/disc priest, and often times I was one of just two priests in the raids. Also I have a Tauren warrior by the name of paleraven who will not join until I can work out the kinks in her story with a friend...who is also the player of Alyxander.]]
I was once a priest on duty in the walls of stormwind, and now I roam the lands in this decaying form still seeking the virtue within the light, following the ways of the holy and the disciplined.
I roamed the land seeking revenge for my murder, false accusations against me have caused my downfall into the world of the unliving. My grudge against a paladin kept me going without a second thought. The sweet taste of revenge against this murderous being is what I wanted to fill my decaying lips. Many years had gone by, locked in a battle of wits, will power and strength until the fateful day of wich I met my mortal foe in my home of brill. There he awaited me with his weapon drawn. I looked down upon him, determined to win this quarrel. He never remembered me...his former lover...the one her murdered in cold blood. My determation sought me through the grueling battle. His body burned with my righteous light, he lay their gasping for air, speaking nonsense into the night air. I simply laughed at the foolish Alyxander, and it was there, where he died, his body singed beyong recognition that I ressureccted him, binding him to my soul, to serve me to earn his right to be a free soul. With invisible chains he shall now follow me into eternity.
In life I only had my family...the church, and my lover..Alyxander...atleast until he betrayed me. Now, in my death I seek understanding, a sort of adopted family, someplace I can feel at home.
The greatest trial I have face in my life...and death was killing Alyxander, but is something that simply had to be done. His crimes and his corruption could not go unpunished. And now, he will find the light he once held.
My goal...I have met my goal, and what is there now? Nothing but to grow strong so that I may aid the family and friends of wich I seek. I wish my holy aura to gain its own strength, to heal the wounds, and hold my allies from the brink of death.
Adventures...that is but a deluded word with wich its meaning can be contradicted from person to person. Although, had I have to choose just one...I would say the ressurection into the world of the horde, beginning my life a new...that is my greatest adventure.
The laws...something everyone must have, wether a small clan or a large city...sometimes being hard to keep, I will abide by these rules of life as a tribesman, may my own soul be destroyed in the inferno of molten core should I disobey the laws layed down by the leaders.
[[OOC INFO: I have experience in all raid instances except for AQ40 and BWL. As my guild on shattered hand has only just begun BWL, they have not tried AQ40. Also, I have extensive experience as a holy/disc priest, and often times I was one of just two priests in the raids. Also I have a Tauren warrior by the name of paleraven who will not join until I can work out the kinks in her story with a friend...who is also the player of Alyxander.]]