Lellenthyr Blooddrake
Eonar prefers to keep distance from battle, and is more of a supportive role to her allies in the Pantheon. When enraged and forced to battle though, she is fearsome. She will do anything to confuse and spread her enemies, before engaging in combat...**
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Lellenthyr is unable to ignore the whispers of war any longer when news reaches her that her people's peaceful Kosh'harg was attacked in the remote bluffs of the Horde's most patient and kind people, the Tauren. It sickens her stomach - Liliania and the children could have been there. To know that a civilian gathering was attacked, unprovoked, is only a dire warning for the brutality that she knows lay ahead.
Tranquility's Watch is a dream she still believes in, but she understands now that it will need strong defenders. The Bruisers of the goblin cities and the Argent Templars attest that there is a cost for neutrality. Even Shattrath, beloved City of Light, requires the power of A'dal to temper it into a true sanctuary.
Her skills with a sword and warhammer are still too new and untried. With war looming she thinks it best to hone the abilities that have already served her well on the fields of battle before, and in an effort to heed her Chieftain's words she volunteers to assist a small contingent of orcs with a routine mission to secure supplies in contested land.
The red war halls of Garrosh's Orgrimmar unnerve her, make her feel smaller. She can see the disbelief in the eyes of the hulking orc that stares her down when she lists such names as Golth Iceshadow, Amordranin of the Ebon Blade, and Vandrian Blooddrake as those whom has trained her and whom she had served.
"Medic. I am just a medic," is the curt answer given when they bark at her, demanding her skills.
Perhaps he finally believes her, or perhaps he simply does not care if the fragile elf expires somewhere in the woods of the enemy. She is enlisted and sent quickly along with an escort made mainly of orcs and a single tauren.
The journey is, for the most part, unremarkable. When they arrive at thier destination, they station her with a single guard, a male orc, at the supply wagon they have brought, overlooking a windswept cliff that gives beautiful vista view of the land below. She spends her time making bandages, yearning already to be home in Silvermoon, wondering again why she had dared even come, pretending to be a soldier.
It is then that the attacks happens. A human scout, seemingly from the shadows leaps toward her orc companion, aiming skillfully for his throat.
There is not much time to think, there is certainly not time for reason or diplomacy. What fills her mind is not even hatred, or panic - what she has are thoughts in her mind of the children that the orc had been proudly boasting over, the daughter and son that he had become a warrior to fight for.
A few words is all it takes, a whispered evocation to the Shadow and the human's eyes glaze over and he walks, not of his own will, off the edge of the cliff before them.
Her hands shake. To steady them, she returns to calmly making bandages. She cannot bring herself to look over the edge, to see the consequences of what she had done. In hushed tones, she mutters last rites for the Child of Eonar, for the enemy who had mistakenly judged her as a harmless threat compared to the grunt at her side.
The orc stares at her. When he finally finds his voice again, he manages to ask, "What are you?" his tone bewildered, confused.
"Just a medic," Lellenthyr answers, and then after a moment, amends, "...a Horde medic."
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"You must learn to use deception in battle," her Chieftain had instructed them all. "So that a weakness is percieved, when instead that weakness is your greatest strength."
** Taken from WoWWiki Eonar article!
