Iltharion

Information

Player: Sheppard

Character Full Name: Iltharion Shadowglaive

Character In-Game Name: Iltharion

Nickname(s):' Tharion, Shadowglaive, Captain, Shan'do

Association(s): The Cenarion Circle, Darnassus, Starsong Unit

Race: Night Elf

Class: Druid of the Talon

Age: 9237

Sex: Male

Hair: Lose azure hair, long enough to brush over his shoulder blades.

Eyes: Amber

Weight: 250 lb.

Height: 7'4"

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance

Illtarion has a preference towards well-tailored cloaks. The colors he's seen mostly wearing are almost always of greenish tints, with the occasional yellow or blue.

Personality

Since his younger years, Iltharion has been known for his enthusiasm and eagerness to even this day. He learned easily because of this - almost greedily taking in knowledge whenever he could. It never mattered much on what the information included, as long as he had something to sniff into, he'd be happy. Many would think of him as a witty person would they hear of his likeness to knowledge – they'd be in for a big surprise, for he is quite the opposite. As a deep thinker, Iltharion takes his time to come to the right words and does not come easily to speech simply because of this fact. As a child, it was the path of druidism that his father walked that spoke out to him as well, not just simply books. Nature had been something that fascinated the older Kal'dorei even at the mere age of childhood and he was mostly seen outside when he was still a youngling, just so he could feel the soft brush of grass under his feet or to simply listen to a small breeze pass by.

As the Kal'dorei grew older with time, Iltharion's personality bloomed to that of a caring young elf – someone who would take the time to help others, even if he had needs of his own. After a while most people took his kindness for granted, for it almost common to see the purple-skinned elf helping others whenever it was needed. Carefulness came slow with age, and what first was a naïve Kal'dorei, became a strong-willed and wise Druid in its wake. While Itharion is still keen on helping others, he has learned to give priority to things more rationally. Iltharion is a strong believer of Balance, and with takes defilers of nature or its spirits none too kindly. Depending on the other's action however, Iltharion can be quite tolerant, especially by his observant nature. Also, Iltharion is - without a doubt - a judgmental person. Whenever the bad first impression is giving, it takes quite some time for that image of that person to fade, if even at all.

His thought of the younger races on Azeroth is of mixed feelings. One could resemble his point of view with that of a grandparent would have for his grandchildren – while the actions of the younger races seem quite ignorant and foolish to him, he knows interfering would not help change their mind nor their actions. The only races he truly dislikes however are the traitorous Sin'dorei and the monstrous Orcs. The once Highborne for their reckless use of the Arcane which in the end had endangered not only his people, but also the world, and the Orcs for what they did to Ashenvale and Cenarius. However, as much as he might loathe them, he will never resort to violence simply because of personal judgment.

History

And so it Starts

Iltharion's birth was soon after Nordrassil came to exist, born in Astranaar to a druidic father, Evar Shadowglaive and a priestess mother, Sarakia Eluwind. His father, who was no follower of any totem at that time, was overjoyed to see his son had inherited what he had not – amber eyes. Such a phenomenon was still rare at that time, and it promised the one who carried them to have great potential. It was because of this that he was introduced to the ways of the druid at a very young age.

Path to the Druid

It was Faïr Moonsong, a good friend of his father and a Druid of the Talon who took it on himself to tutor the young Iltharion at the request of Evar. Because of Iltharion's eager nature to learn, it was soon that he entered the Dream of Creation with his mentor. There he learned many things of Balance and Animism. At the request of his mother, Iltharion returned to reunite with her and his father – who himself was also asked to return to the world of awaken - for a short while. It was that time that the Highborne were banished from Kalimdor's soil. At first, Iltharion was shocked to see them depart. He had made friends with few of them in his childhood after all. Only later did he hear what their carelessness had done to his people in the past. Mixed with the feelings of betrayal and resentment, Iltharion returned to the Emerald Dream to continue his training and help the Green Dragon Aspect, Ysera. His slumber turned from days to months, months to years; that till thousands of years had past. It was with the arrival of the War of the Shifting Sands that he was forced ruthlessly out his slumber. What he found was a nightmare come true…

War of the Shifting Sands

With his fellow brethren, Iltharion fought against the horde of Qiraji soldiers for too many agonizing months. It was then that he lost his mentor to the outnumbering forces of the apposing faction. Iltharion had no time morning for his fallen comrade, and fought with tooth and nail against the forces that were out to claim Kalimdor for their own. It was time and countless battles that robbed him of his energy, and it didn't take long before his stamina was depleted and he left openings more than he had hoped for. One of the Qiraji managed to surprise him in a suicide attack by taking advantage of his worn-out body – launching towards Iltharion in a last attempt to pierce him on one of his long thorns. One found its mark inside his left shoulder, disabling him from doing pretty much anything that needed physical strength, leaving a big scar in its wake. While Iltharion could still cast most of his spells, he was carried away from the battlefield back to Ashenvile to be nursed back to health. There did he came to hear that the Dragonflight had entered the battle, and later of their victory.

Progress Comes Not Without Sacrifice

It was there that he finally mourned for his fallen friend. He was angry with himself for not being able to defend even his mentor and refrained bitterly from returning to the Emerald Dream. When his wounds were finally healed, Iltharion made his ways to the unknown borders at the far south. He observed the many youngsters on his way through Kalimdor, but never turned to interact with any of them. It was at his travels he came to a fondness of drawing maps. It took him years to even finish a map of one area, but in the end, he got them all. With his goal achieved, Iltharion returned to Ashenvale to see his parents and tell them what he had seen in all his years of traveling through the vast continent of Kalimdor. His welcoming arrival was yet again short-lived as he only found his mother. She could only tell her long awaited son grave news…

Enter the Orcs

All that time he was in the far south, orcs had come to their lands to take what his people had strife to protect all this time. They had removed a large number of trees in the short time they had arrived within the borders of Ashenvale. His mother told Iltharion that his father had left with the other awakened druids to ridden the orcs from their lands. Without much of an afterthought, Iltharion set off to help, but he found nothing than the aftermath of the war's destructive ways. Within the rubble of trees and corpses he found the last thing he had hoped for… It was the body of his father, bloodied and broken. At first, Iltharion thought him to have died, but at a pause of breath, he found a small beat of life energy still pulsing though his father's body. Overjoyed to find his father to be still alive, if just barely, Iltharion started the slow progress of healing him. It was at Ashenvale where he attended with another Druid of the Talon to his father's wounds. While Evar was slowly healing, he would never be the same. He had lost one of his arms in a battle against an orc, all the way up to his lower shoulder. Later he also came to hear that their demigod, Cenarius had fallen to the might of the orcs.

Fallen to Victory

When the horn sounded for all the druids to assemble at Hyjal, Iltharion left his father in his mother's care to leave with the others of his kin. It was there they found hordes of demons and their general, Archimonde the Defiler awaiting them. Iltharion never got much farther than the foot of Mount Hyjal--claws pierced skin of his back, just below the shoulder blades. Iltharion never knew what hit him as he fell to the ground, unconscious. If he was presumed death or saved by a fellow druid, Iltharion never knew. As he awakened to an unknown place, his weary mind was suddenly filled with voices of his caretaker. Slowly his mind connected dots - the battle at Mount Hyjal was a victory, but not without a cost. Without asking Iltharion knew something had left his being, something important. When his caretaker told him of the fallen Word Tree, he was not all too surprised as he thought he would be. He knew before she could tell him they had lost their immortality.

Bane the Darkness

His recovery was slow, almost agonizing so. In the time he was attended to by the local Priestesses, much troubling news came to him - the new leader of the druids had planted a new World Tree, Teldrassil; all in the hope of the return of their immortality. At first, Illtharion drew a blank when people asked him about his thought of resent events - the past battles were still fresh in his mind after all. Nightmares kept plaguing his mind every time he turned to sleep, all more horrible than the one before it. It was with the little talk he had with his father that the nightmares dissipated. It was his own uncertainty that drove those nightmares to haunt him in his sleep all this time, for Iltharion started to blame himself for all resent events. Things like 'could I not have returned sooner?' and 'why can't I defend anyone?' were questions that kept repeating itself inside his mind like a tantrum. The encouraging words of his father was what eventually snapped him out of his depressing daze and in the end helped him to a swift recovery.

Past Events…

Iltharion has moved to Darnassus, though his view of things is still a bit wary. He sees the new World Tree as an act of treason against the philosophy of Balance and is not all too happy with their new Archdruid. Still, Iltharion swallowed his pride and helped wherever his assistance was needed. He is occasionally seen in Felwood, nursing wounds of the earth little by little. Other times he is seen in the major cities of the Alliance, selling self-made maps to the locals on the street.

As he returned to Ashenvale under the guidance of the Starsong Unit, Iltharion met a young female druid in search for a tutor within its borders. After a short conversation he had with this youngling, she had convinced the elder Kal'dorei to help and train her in the druidic arts. Now, as her Shan'do, Iltharion has chosen to stay in Ashenvale and train his new apprentice what he had learned himself.

WIth the help of the priestesses of the moon, Iltharion had planned for a grand ball to commence within the halls of the Temple of the Moon. Iltharion discussed his reasons behind the ball to the higher ranked priestesses; namely the idea of forming a stronger bond with the other Alliance races. They stemmed in with the idea, and soon the ball was held. Iltharion, who was the host, held his speech at the beginning and was greeted by a crowd of people, all of different kinds. It did him great joy to see all these people had heeded his call, and when hours had passed of small-talk and simple celebrations, the ball was ended by a ceremony of one of the priestesses of Elune.

After many weeks of teaching his apprentice, Iltharion got the request to go to Winterspring from her. At first, Iltharion was quite skeptic; she had still to master a simple Wrath ball and the vast mountains of Winterspring were not known to be too kind to its intruders. However, with the arrival of one of the Starsong Unit, Iltharion agreed to the request. After all preparations were made, the three of them left for the icy north. Once arrived (and a quite amusing snowball fight later), the three of them took their resident inside Starfall Village, concerning news came to Iltharion's knowledge; The Starsong Unit was suffering under deflation. He had voiced his concerns over message, and within a week's time, his Commander had made her way to Starfall Village as well. There, the both of them came to an conclusion immediate action should be taken. With those words said, Iltharion got promoted to Captain in the hopes of restoring their unit back to it once was.

The two ladies had their bickering soon enough however, and left the bemused Iltharion with more than he could handle. While he did his best to remedy the fights between the both of them, his Commander finally left the scene within tears of frustration and stress. The moment she did Iltharion had left them to talk things out, so the moment he returned, he had the impression his Commander had simply given up. Feeling frustrated first in many years time, Iltharion took his apprentice to Everlook without another word. There he questioned his decision with grim thoughts; what if something had happened to her? His apprentice refused to follow him and so Iltharion left the inn alone, speeding off on his saber, Mua'lin. It took long agonizing hours, but finally he found her within the dens of Starfall Village, crying. There bonds strengthened, and after a moment of comfort, the both of them left the cavern. Awaiting them at the end were the male Kal'dorei that had left with Iltharion and his apprentice, and she herself.

Harsh and confused words were exchanged between the two parties, and soon his apprentice left with resentment, saying she would leave for her home back in Astranaar. Iltharion let her, knowing she needed the time alone to think, and maybe, hopefully, come to an understanding.

Iltharion and his commander set off towards Astranaar after a short stay at Starfall Village. As they traveled through Felwood, both paused their pace as they discussed the troubling state the once beautiful forests was in at the moment after the battle between the demons and his own kin on Mt. Hyjal. The rest of the way was made in silence as they rode on their sabers; words were not needed to express their mind. As they returned, he and his commander entered his home to discuss matters that were of concern, and matters which were personal. After a while she stated that she would leave for Darnassus. Iltharion's choice was to remain at the place he had called home since his birth and watched her set off, silently bidding Elune for her safety.

One of his normal strolls through the forest was suddenly disturbed as his gaze landed on a sickened looking bear. At first, Iltharion had thought little of it as he made his way to heal the beast's condition but was shoked to see the creature had gone mad with bloodlust. Elf fought beast till Iltharion finally got the upper hand and had the bear sleeping with a reassuring spell. He returned to Astranaar to speak to the elders about the matter at hand; that the beast had been corrupted by the fel energies that seemed to seep out of Felwood's borders. Iltharion was quite surprised to see the elders in such a passive way; dealing with the matter as if it held no true warning and simply brushed it off. Knowing he could make a difference, Iltharion enlightened his commander through mail what his concerns were, and asked her to return to Astranaar to help him fight this sickness.

The second day Iltharion set off to observe the corrupted beasts just outside Felwood's borders and see if he could find a cure for their sickened condition, and hopefully get them out of what seemed an eternal rage. What the older Kal'dorei had not anticipated for the now awakened bear of last day to find him and attack him yet again. The bears which Iltharion had been observing pulled into the mix as well as they sped off to help their kin fight against this elf. The battle that raged between the two parties died down till Iltharion, and the first beast that was the reason for this mess were the only ones left standing.

The bear knew nothing of fair play, and Iltharion soon got what he might say 'the worst blow he'd had his whole life', braking three ribs in adding a big list of scars to his body in the aftermath. He lost consciousness as he fired the last blow of cracking, green energy to the bear's head. As he his mind returned to the awakened, he found himself inside the inn of Astranaar. He awaits for his wounds to heal, in hopes of getting message of his commander to help these troubled creatures.