Mythreyath

Information

Player: Zenethen

Character Full Name: Mythreyath Elda'tharana of Mathystra

Character In-Game Name: Mythreyath

Association(s): Darnassus

Nicknames: Myth, Rey

Race: Kaldorei

Class: Smith

Age: 11614

Sex: Male

Hair: Naturally white, short and tied back in a ponytail.

Eyes: Silver

Weight: 213 lbs

Scale: 1.04

Skills and Abilities

• Master Smith: Mythreyath has been working the forge since before the War of the Ancients, and so has knowledge of just about every Kalimdor-based metals or smithing styles, recipes, and the like. He can likely out-do most other smiths in any Kalimdor-based designs or smithing, and while he does not know the eastern form of smithing, he can probably adapt well to any designs he finds, as an engineer would adapt to similar concepts of physical makeup.

• Language Fluency: Having travelled Kalimdor for many centuries learning the customs of several races when it comes to smithing (or at least, those races willing to actually speak with him), he has learned several different languages. Among these are Taur'ahe, Ursine, Kalimdorian Zandali in which he is fluent, but he can speak broken Titanic (earthen speech) and broken Draenic (from recent experience).

• Wary of Danger: Mythreyath's greatest physical fault is that his right leg was injured by a felblade in the War of the Ancients, causing a mutated scar. While it has long ago healed, the effect of the mutation on his leg's muscle is still in effect to this day, giving him a permanent limp in his right leg.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: He is most often dressed in a simple cloth blouse with the sleeves rolled up, cloth pants, a belt, and simple cloth boots. Over his torso is always his mithril-thorium chestplate, designed to fit comfortably for constant wearing but also strong and layered so that any that aim to strike him in the torso would find more to break through than simple metal.

Personality

Mythreyath has learned from his travels a simple philosophy. One who sees a mountainside, which is bare stone, cannot say 'Because all I see of this mountain is stone, obviously there is no ore within'. He does not entirely judge any by their face value, as he gives everyone he meets a brief mental chance. However, that chance is easily broken by many. He loathes the forsaken, orcs, goblins, and blood elves, but will not act on his inner feelings unless they display negativity towards him or those he knows. If that occurs, he will be harsh in his words.

To his friends, Mythreyath is an old wanderer with a fascination for the earth and its secrets, always speaking of his lifelong quest to seek out various cultures, smithing designs and concepts, learn them, write them down... He is very adamant in these beliefs of his, and will claim to others that he is possibly the best western smith that any will know, simply from his practice and knowledge of smithing. Whether or not this claim is true, not even he knows.

He holds a large respect for nature, druids, and sentinels, and would never verbally insult them in any shape or form, though he is known to at least jest occasionally.

Alignment: Neutral Good

History

Born to a simple pair of traders in Mathystra, a city in northwestern Kalimdor, Mythreyath was raised as a possible professional of his choice – when he came of the age of understanding, he noted to his parents that he had found a love for smithing of all kinds, how the metal bended. While his views were young and naïve, his parents endorsed him and allowed him to be another portion of their trading business. Mythreyath grew up to know the Highborne as the nobles of their city, not to be meddled with at any time. When he was two hundred years old, his parents announced to him a special happening: he would have a sister.

Mythreyath, overtaken with joy at this news, crafted a simple object for his newly awaited sister. A pendant of the goddess Elune, for which Mathystra had a small temple. It was made of silver, and was encrusted with a few small diamonds, a price for which Mythreyath was unable to fully pay off for near a hundred years. But when his sister, named Lerana, was born, a healthy baby girl, she adored the pendant. Though it may have simply been childish fascination for a shiny object, the little Lerana always wore it. Later, when the girl reached adulthood, she decided to become a part of the Sisterhood of Elune. Her parents bade her a fond farewell as she departed to Suramar for proper study and training. Mythreyath was left in Mathystra, becoming quite the local smith as he even acquired some Highborne customers, though their requests were more ceremonial breastplates, swords, and amulets.

Mythreyath was just in his early thousand years when Lerana returned from Suramar, a full-fledged priestess of the Sisterhood. They rejoiced together, and his sister became a high member in the temple to Elune in Mathystra. Mythreyath continued to craft many items for the people of Mathystra, though with each new item crafted, while his practice and procedure got better, he was bored of the same old designs every single day. He wanted to see more, though he knew his business here would tie him down. He spent the next five hundred years of his life in the smithing business of Mathystra, his parents aging well and his sister serving the Sisterhood well.

News came quickly from the south of a great threat to the lands... A legion of deadly warriors that had come from the very font of the Kaldorei's existence: the Well of Eternity. Lerana, as a higher member of the Sisterhood of Elune, was called to action when the city of Suramar supposedly fell. Deciding that if he did not follow he would be abandoning his sister, Mythreyath quickly garbed himself in a blade, shield, and armor that he had always kept on display in his shop. Not being experienced -wearing- the things he had crafted, he lagged behind often, but his sister was patient, waiting for him. In the travel to meet with Lord Ravencrest's primary defense force, Mythreyath slowly became used to the weight of the armor, though he still didn't know how it felt to be hit while wearing it.

When they arrived to the frontlines, and Lord Ravencrest's force, they realized the true horror of this great threat – the very lands before them were scorched, wisping tendrils of green energy rising from every crack and crevice, and an endless sea of demons atop it. When they met with the local commanding officer of the defense force, Mythreyath urged to be a part of the protectorate force for the Sisterhood of Elune – they served in a separate part of the force, guarded by a number of well-trained soldiers. The commanding officer, seeing how persistent this new man was, reluctantly agreed with the words 'as long as you're comfortable dying'.

The War of the Ancients ensued all around them, brother and sister together through everything. He began to gather experience as the frontlines frequently capsized, bringing in small forces of demons attempting to attack the Sisterhood. While he often strained himself, not being a soldier, he quickly adapted and became just another footman in the armies of the Kaldorei Resistance. As the war raged on restlessly, Mythreyath and Lerana together fought. Towards the end of the war, when demons had broken the line of the Resistance and were charging for the Sisterhood once more, Mythreyath was left as one of the only defenders. The battle that ensued was long and bloody, and ended with Mythreyath victorious but wounded severely as a powerful felguard stabbed his felblade through the night elf's right thigh just before the Sisterhood took the felguard down with a combination of magics.

Rushed behind the lines and quickly tended to by Lerana, Mythreyath's wound was mended, but the damage from the fel energies on the blade were severe. His leg was too disabled for him to continue fighting, and so he was stuck at the back of the Resistance's lines, his sister going back to the front. Telling her fervently not to die without him, and her soft chuckle in return, Mythreyath was assigned to do what he did best – smith. He repaired blades and armor at the back of the line with temporary forges as resources permitted. In this time, he met some of the other allies that the Resistance had acquired, namely the Earthen, Tauren, and Furbolgs.

He took a high interest in the Earthen, who were creatures of stone, that seemed to know their fair share of smithing. Getting to know one of them, he was also curious of the language they spoke to their comrades. In the final stages of the war, while Mythreyath was busy smithing, he always had his new Earthen friend, Gonabag Flintbeard, with him, teaching him a few Earthen tricks to smithing in addition to a few simple parts of the language he spoke, Titanic. Mythreyath seemed to be picking up the language quite well as the Resistance made its triumphant push towards Zin-Azshari, but then the world shook. The earth beneath them groaned and waned, and a sound like a loud thunderclap came from the direction of Zin-Azshari. Just as he was wondering what was the issue, his commanding officers began shouting all around him.

'Retreat! Fall back! The world itself is caving in! Fall back!' Mythreyath began running himself, though his limp made it so he was beginning to fall behind. Just as he thought his fate was decided thanks to his injury, his sister came riding up on a nightsaber and picked him up, putting him behind her in the saddle. 'You are not allowed to die without me either, brother.' she whispered to him with a grin as they both rode forward with the retreating Kaldorei Resistance. Finally, when the earth below them stopped its great quake, they looked back to see the sea rushing in to fill the newly opened chasm, and so the Sundering ended.

Mythreyath and Lerana slowly trekked homewards, as they were eager to get home again to Mathystra. When they arrived, however, the city was in ruins. Not by demons, but by the great Sundering that had ravaged the land. The brother and sister found their former home in ruins, the bodies of their parents likely buried under the rubble. Recovering what they could from the remains of Mythreyath's forge, the pair began to travel without a home. They heard from travelers all around them of just how ruined the rest of the Kaldorei civilization was, but the brother and sister shrugged it off and continued traveling, a crippled smith beside a priestess of the moon.

For a thousand years they traveled, Mythreyath being protected by Lerana's teachings, and they met many different races and cultures, or at least those that would accept them into their villages. They met the cautious furbolgs of Timbermaw, and spent a few decades learning their culture, language, and Mythreyath learning the mysterious smithing customs of these creatures. They repeated this cycle with the Tauren – who called themselves Shu'halo. Lastly, they visited the dark trolls of Hyjal, who at first threatened them but would grow to cautiously trust the pair in their village. Mythreyath kept notes for himself in several tomes he had bought from traveling merchants, so that he did not forget these languages, customs, and smithing techniques in year to come.

After a thousand years they were traveling in Ashenvale, the new heartland of the Kaldorei, when a new war broke loose just after word came of the planting of Nordrassil. The twisted Satyr had come from the depths of their hiding since the War of the Ancients, and sought vengeance upon the Kaldorei. For years, the war boiled in Kalimdor, with Mythreyath and Lerana in the center of it all, fighting alongside the other Kaldorei. However, Mythreyath eventually decided it best to leave the war because of one fateful battle in Ashenvale.

In the midst of the forests of Ashenvale while the battle against the Satyrs raged around them, the elven smith, his leg allowing him the ability to weakly fight again, was separated from Lerana in the crowd of Kaldorei soldiers. He frantically looked around, and found his sister – surrounded by Satyr warriors. He tried to run to save his sister, but his wounded leg had a spasm and he fell. He recovered, his leg in pain and making him move very slowly, but by the time he finally reached his sister's position, the Satyrs had already done their work. While Lerana's powers granted to her by Elune were enough to effectively slaughter those Satyr that had attacked her, she had sustained enough injuries to prove fatal. She greeted her brother with a dying smile and whispered in his ear simple words: 'follow your dreams, brother. I love you.' Lerana weakly handed him the pendant she had always kept close to her, then died, leaving Mythreyath to flee from the battlefield in grief.

Mythreyath did not care for the war that raged around him, only being sunken in his own grief, weakly holding the pendant he had made his sister for her, that she had always kept with her. He blamed her death on himself, fully, because of his injured leg, and after the War of the Satyr ended, he became somewhat of a hermit for a time. He was found by a traveling group from the Sisterhood of Elune, all now sentinels, who took him to their home and tried their best to comfort him in his grief. Thanks to their efforts, he eventually overcame the grief and was asked to help the Sisterhood of Elune with his skills of smithing.

For the majority of the remaining Long Vigil, Mythreyath gained a respect as a smith for the Sisterhood, most of whose members were part of the sentinels. While he was occasionally greeted by sentinels that insulted him for choosing what they thought to be a woman's role – the man's role now being druidism or as a simple farmer – he did not mind these thousands of years he spent like that. He practiced the languages he had learned, even the broken Titanic, with one priestess of the moon that he had particularly caught the eye of. Laeria Moonstrike, a night elf woman born after the War of the Ancients, would enter Mythreyath's life and they would begin to grow close.

It caused some tension, however, as Mythreyath thoughts of Laeria as a new sister, but Laeria had had other thoughts in mind. Confronting him with it after a few decades of being close to each other, she questioned whether or not they would be mates. Mythreyath was caught surprised by this news, unsure of what to do. However, from what he had viewed Laeria as for the past decades, he turned her down. Laeria, after that, hardened with an 'alright'. Their relationship past that was tenuous, and for a thousand more years Mythreyath continued to smith for the Sisterhood.

News came from the south of a great battle taking place in Silithus, this new conflict being called the War of the Shifting Sands. Mythreyath was rushed, alongside Laeria, to the south to aid in the fight against the invading Qiraji. The battles were ruthless, and Mythreyath stayed at the back of the lines, always repairing and reforging as broken armor and weapons were brought back to him. In the final battle of the war, when the Gates of Ahn'qiraj were sealed, Mythreyath was given startling news – Laeria had given her life to save a group of other sentinels by rushing into the horde of enemies and unleashing the moon goddess's fury. Having lost now a second sister, Mythreyath retreated to Ashenvale with grief once more.

It took him nearly three decades, but Mythreyath eventually overcame the grief of having lost his second sister, though it was easier this time only that she was not related to him by blood. He began traveling Kalimdor again, learning of the many lands of Kalimdor and the new Kaldorei nation. Through the centuries, he studied the land, knowing the metals of the land like the back of his hand. Eventually, however, his travels were interrupted as all of his nightmares came true – the demons returned. Encountered after the humans, orcs, and high elves had landed, he did not mind those much, but the demons that followed bothered him immensely. He had hoped that the War of the Ancients was the only time he would've ever had to experience them.

Driven by a new fury for those that had brought all of his pain to him, he fervently followed the High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind's personal force, crafting armor and weapons for the female sentinels surrounding him and gaining their slight respect for the expert work of his crafts. Eventually, when the defense came to Mount Hyjal, when the Night Elven base was overrun and his smithy was attacked, Mythreyath was already in his old armor and at the demons like a madman. He struck down several weaker demons himself before the sentinels that surrounded him knocked him unconscious and dragged him back behind the treeline, to retreat and observe.

When Mythreyath awoke, the demons were gone, leaving Mount Hyjal a smoldering ruin. He went out and learned all he could from these mysterious people of the 'Eastern Kingdoms', and for ten years tended forges with the new designs and ideas they told him of, but never did he visit these Eastern Kingdoms. Now taking his sister's words to heart, he pursued his dream – to learn all the secrets of the earth and its metals, and to know all that he can know of how to shape metal and bend it to anyone's will. With the Cataclysm and the new war ravaging the lands of his home, he has finally decided to journey to the Eastern Kingdoms – this land unknown to him, but known to so many others.