Luthaian

Information

Player: muhaha8.

• Character full name: Luthaian Caleran.

• Character in-game Name: Luthaian.

• Nickname(s): N/A.

• Association(s): Lordaeron (formerly), Stormwind, Knights of the Ebon Blade/The Ashen Verdict.

• Race: Human.

• Class: Death Knight.

• Age: 25 pre-undeath, 27 total.

• Sex: Male.

• Hair: Luthaian has fairly long, silver hair. He always has it in a ponytail, in order to keep it out of his face. He keeps extremely good care of it in undeath. If he were to let his hair down, it would go most of the way down his back.

• Eyes: Blue.

• Weight: 155 lbs.

• Height: 5' 7".

• Other: Luthaian has a scar across his heart where the fatal sword blow hit him. It never began to heal, so the scar is in fact a large, festering wound, decay beginning to take hold. Because of this, he usually wears bandages to keep it clean, although in undeath it doesn't particularly matter.

Appearance

Luthaian is rather anal about his armor. It must be shined to perfection, or else he will not wear it. His armor is a dark blue, with runes enscribed across it. He also wears a hood, the one he wore during his training as a death knight. His blades are the weapons used by one of his comrades who had fallen in the battle for Light's Hope Chapel. They are two mirror-imaged blades that are deadly-sharp. When on more formal journeys than just travel and battle, he might be found in a dress shirt and trousers, or, if the occasion calls, a full tuxedo.

Personality

• Alignment: Chaotic neutral.

Luthaian is a rather brash human. He speaks without thinking, and gets into more trouble than he can shake a stick at. He usually lost fights he got into. At least, this was before undeath came to him. He is now a very reserved, calm individual who is confident in his combat abilities. He is essentially now a hermit, as no outsider has since made contact with Luthaian and his small band of Death Knights in Northrend, as none know where he disappeared to.

History

Luthaian was born a human to a moderately wealthy merchant family. Not too rich, not too poor. They lived very comfortably in the city of Lordaeron, the great Human city of the time. His parents were very loving individuals, and supplied him with the best childhood they could afford. Needless to say, he enjoyed growing up quite a lot.

In his years before adulthood, Luthaian became interested in the ways of the Paladin and the power of the Light. With his parents' permission, he became a squire of his neighbor, who was a Knight of the Silver Hand. He learned much over the years, and eventually became a Knight of the Silver Hand initiate upon reaching adulthood.

Luthaian was highly adept at swordplay. More so than most of his fellow knights. He did, however, lack some of the power with the Light that other initiates had. He always viewed it as a trade-off, as it had no true effect in his knighthood. And so, at the age of 20, Luthaian was knighted. His dreams had been achieved: he was a Paladin!

Luthaian spent the next year going on missions, until one day, he he heard that Arthas, Jaina Proudmoore and Uther the Lightbringer were going on a mission to discover the source of a plague in Andorhal. He applied, begged, and pleaded to be allowed to go. Over himself, his friend Aegan was selected to go.

It was within a week of his return that Arthas left on another mission, this time to Northrend to retrieve an artifact that was supposed to save his people. It was called Frostmourne. Arthas took a small group of Paladins, one of them being Aegan. The two friends grasped forearms, and Aegan left. Luthaian would never see the man alive again.

Life, for the next few months, was very uneventful. Until Arthas's fated return. Something told him that there was something amiss with the situation. He dismissed it and began to leave the courtyard outside the throne room, but upon his exit, he saw Aegan. The man didn't even greet Luthaian, and there was a blank, lifeless stare in his eyes. That is when he knew something was wrong. Luthaian ran back into the middle of the courtyard as fast as he could to warn everyone. He returned to the courtyard just as the first bloody scream was uttered. As soon as he had finished warning the citizens wandering through the square, he fled. Very soon before he fled, he saw an Elf enter the throne room, and run out, fear on his face, firing his bow rapidly behind himself. Upon crossing half the courtyard, he was shot down, but lived several hours longer than Luthaian did. Luthaian felt terrible for the poor Elf, but then broke his stare and steeled himself for the coming battle.

The former Paladins that Luthaian once knew exited the throne room now. Four headed straight for Luthaian, while the others began the slaughter. The four knights, aptly named Death Knights, as they called themselves, swung collectively at Luthaian. Hardly able to hold his ground, he fended them off the best he could, while attempting to flee the city. Luthaian fought long and hard, moving backwards as he did. He eventually made it to the city gates, and disappeared into the wilderness.

He remained in the wilderness for four years, hunting creatures, only exiting in times of dire need, such as the upcoming arrival of the Death Knights Luthaian had battled all those years ago in Lordaeron. The same four Death Knights, with the addition of several others, made their way to the location that Luthaian's camp was rumored to be at. Upon realizing they had discovered his whereabouts, he exited the cave he had been living in, and contronted them. Aegan was among them. A short conversation ensued, and then a battle began. Five of the Death Knights, those not of the original four who fought with Luthaian in Lordaeron, stepped back to allow the job to be finished. Luthaian fought as hard as he could, but could not prevail. He let his guard down upon remembering his inability to help the poor Elf that had fallen in Lordaeron City. One of the Death Knights, Aegan himself, laughed a hideous laugh. It sounded as if many people were collectively laughing, those many people being the corrupted souls taken by this Light-forsaken man. He sunk his blade into Luthaian's chest. Luthaian coughed as it went through his heart, and exited the back of his body. His last words were, "I...shall return..."

The nine Death Knights somberly surrounded Luthaian's body, and began mumbling oddities. Necrotic energies began to surge through their bodies, and into Luthaian's corpse. The corpse twitched and shuddered, and before long, his eyes flashed open, glowing a bright blue. Luthaian was now a Death Knight. He wondered what had happened, as he clearly remembered dying; yet here he was. Aegan explained to him that he was to become a Death Knight in service of Arthas. In the intervening years, Luthaian has been stationed at Acherus, the great necropolis floating above the Scarlet Enclave. It was there that he trained in the evil powers of a Death Knight, and rose in rank fast. He took part in the scouting of, infiltration of, and eventual routing of New Avalon, all the while an unhappy, yet faithful, servant of Arthas.

Luthaian was rewarded for his service with the title Death's Demise. Quite ironic, as Luthaian would end up having a role to play in Arthas's eventual downfall. As a faithful servant of Arthas, Luthaian marched his way to Light's Hope Chapel, where, under Highlord Darion Mograine's command, he roused Tirion Fordring from his hiding. Luthaian and his fellow Death Knights engaged in combat with the paladins guarding the Chapel, and many on both sides fell. The longsword Luthaian had been using since his death was shattered in the conflict; he was weaponless. Luthaian witnessed the events of the battle first hand, experiencing the rage of Darion himself, and becoming influenced by it. He himself became enraged at the apparent treachery of Arthas. He was one of the first Death Knights to later join the Knights of the Ebon Blade. The Knights almost immediately conquered Acherus.

Luthaian chose to stay behind and convert the remaining Death Knights, and train them. Upon his return trip from the Chapel, he came across a set of glowing blades laying upon the ground. He sensed much power in the swords, and, upon this realization, took them. The swords were twins, mirror images of each other. They were of medium length, light, thin and sharp, obviously wielded by a powerful Death Knight with great dexterity. He took them as his own, and emblazoned runes on the two, in addition to the ones that are currently there. He named the twin swords, giving them the designations "Pain" and "Suffering".

Being the first back to Acherus, he took a few moments to relax, walking through the necropolis freely. He found a rather old, yet sturdy set of plate mail. He assumed it belonged to a Death Knight who remained with the Scourge, who had fled from Acherus. It was a dark blue, and had many lighter blue runes enscribed upon it. He polished the armor, emblazoned it with protective runes, and donned the armor, as well as an initiate's abandoned hood, and strapped his new sword to his back. He was ready by the time the rest of the Knights arrived back. It should be noted at this point that Aegan had disappeared, and Luthaian assumed him to have remaines loyal to Arthas. He was entirely correct, as he would later find.

Luthaian was assigned a squad of Death Knights. These knights under his command, twelve in total, found Luthaian sitting on a rotten log outside of Acherus. Noticing the knights before him that were now under his command, he stood and began reiterating a short speech to them.

"Men and women, Horde and Alliance alike, we have been betrayed. By our own races, yes. But that can be forgiven. Our true betrayer is the Lich King, Arthas. He must be stopped at all cost. He has taken from us what we took for granted: our lives. Now we shall strip him of any sense of security he once had. We shall make the bastard grovel at our feet, then we shall kill him! We will remove him from power in retaliation for his attrocities! He MUST pay! I shall not rest, nor should you, until the Lich King's helm lies at our feet! Now, my brethren, to Northrend we travel. We shall take the fight to Arthas, and we will take away every bastion of security he has, until he is forced to retreat into the last line of defence he has: the great Icecrown Citadel! Rally to me, my brethren, and prepare your gear; tomorrow, we leave for Northrend!"

The next morning, the Knights of the Ebon Blade left Acherus and sailed to Northrend. Luthaian grew to trust his new squad with his fate in combat. They battled alongside the Horde and Alliance as they advanced up to Icecrown Glacier. During the campaign through Dragonblight, the squad took part in the dragonkins' conflicts in the Obsidian Sanctum. They turned their focus then back west, and marched to Angrathar.

Luthaian and his squad were caught in the middle of the attack by the Forsaken at the Battle of Angrathar the Wrathgate. Many of the Death Knights in Luthaian's squad died, yet miraculously he, a Draenei female and an Orc male survived. The two remaining members escaped from the killing field, and climbed a high cliff to witness the Red Dragonflight's burning of the corpses and of the Grand Apothecary. They returned to tell of the carnage that occurred, and of the betrayal of the Forsaken and Grand Apothecary Putress. Luthaian did not make it, and was never again seen by the two.

During the bloody battle, in the center of the battlefield, a circle opened up, and the once-forgotten friend of Luthaian, Aegan, appeared in the middle of it. He laughed viciously at Luthaian, and beckoned him to fight. Luthaian turned to his men, those who were still living before the Forsaken attack, and screamed over the roar of battle, "Go, my men. I shall be fine. Do not worry about me, for I am but a pawn in this battle, as are you. This man's power is too great for any of you, but I may be able to restrain him long enough for you to survive! Now go!!"

Luthaian drew his twin blades as a war cry issued forth from his lips, an bloody, feral tone to it. He was thirsty for revenge. He wanted retribution for the innocent lives Aegan took. He charged at Aegan and clashed blades with the man. The two men, former brothers-in-arms, locked again in mortal combat, neither giving an inch. Cannons roared and men fell. The two men swung blow after blow, yet blocked each the other's. Blow-for-blow, they were dead even. They fought as such for an hour, the sound of blade against blade ringing through the air; never blade against plate mail. They made their way slowly to a high cliff outside the battlefield, and battled perilously close to the edge, one's foot occasionally slipping over the edge, an effect of their blood-soaked boots. Finally, Luthaian lost his balance and dropped one of his two blades. it clattered to the ground, and his last swing shattered Aegan's sword. Angered by the blow, Aegan retrieved Luthaian's blade and slashed him across the chest, tearing deftly through his plate mail chest piece. He then kicked Luthaian over the edge. As he fell backwards over the edge, Aegan spouted a bloody, venomous battle cry to signify his victory over his former friend. Luthaian fell downward ever faster, and a tear slipped from his eye; he had failed in his task. Luthaian closed his eyes, finally making peace with his fate. Yet at the last second, before he would have smashed into the ground, a large, skeletal gryphon swooped in, caught him, and carried him off. He heard a voice speak, yet he has always believed it to be his imagination. The voice said, "My son, the Light has not abandoned you as you may think. Its plans for you have simply changed. I know you shall do great things in the coming years. Make me proud, my child."

Many saw Luthaian's body falling through the sky that day. Many also claimed to have seen it impact the ground. Yet there was no corpse. Luthaian's two remaining comrades claim to have seen him whisked away on the back of a skeletal gryphon, yet none know for certain what truly happened with the incident. Since the fall of the Lich King, Luthaian remained in Northrend, disappearing into his surroundings. None, save a select few, have seen or heard from him since.